Room 301, Monday Afternoon

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle was having trouble focusing.

She didn't even have anything in particular that needed her undivided attention, so it shouldn't have been a problem. But it was annoying. She didn't like moods like this. What was the point of not being able to get lost in doing anything? Ugh. And she'd already been down at the gym training, too. And both her closets were as organized as they were going to get. And she didn't feel like shopping.

So, this was how you ended up pacing around the room like a caged animal. It was not a good look on her.

Maybe she needed to go for a run or something.

[ooc: Open post, open door!]

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[flickofthewrist]

"Worth it," Flick said, settling down and sighing as he did. "Are you gonna do something to help yourself?"

He knew she hadn't come or anything.

[seveninchmotto]

A fact she was pretty acutely aware of, despite all the niceness in helping him where he could relax. She was still on her feet, and shuffling the harness off herself. That had served its purpose, and how.

"Yes," she said. "I won't ask for your help, I know we've probably hit the limits of your ability to do anything but lie down and stay still."

[flickofthewrist]

"But I get to watch, at least?" Flick asked hopefully.

[seveninchmotto]

"No, I'm going to go into the bathroom and make you miss everything."

That... was pretty obviously a joke.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick settled onto her bed and sighed quietly. And then stuck his tongue out at her.

"Ha ha," he told her. "I wanna see everything."

[seveninchmotto]

"Prove you mean it," Isabelle retorted, amused, as she made her way over to the nightstand by the bed.

[flickofthewrist]

"I can barely tear paper right now," Flick told her, shaking his head. "I let you fuck me harder than anyone else. That's proof."

[seveninchmotto]

"That's not proof you want to see anything," she replied, while pulling a vibrator out of the nightstand's drawer because of course. "If anything, that's proof you'd rather fall asleep."

[flickofthewrist]

"I wanna see everything," Flick told her firmly. "I wanna watch you come and hold your hand and watch you breathe and listen to scream. Please."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle smirked. "That's better." The vibrator got tossed idly on the bed, next to him. Then she went to wiggle out of her underwear. And unsnapped her bra. She felt overdressed compared to him, see. "Thank you for asking nicely."

She crawled onto the bed.

[flickofthewrist]

"My pleasure," he said, turning onto his side so he could see her better. "You love me, right?"

Call it post orgasmic puppiness or whatever you want.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle was willing to indulge it, whatever it was. She stretched out next to him, and smiled over at him. "I do."

[flickofthewrist]

"Say the words?" he requested hopefully.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle gave him a mischievous smirk, but said nothing, like she wasn't going to fulfill that request. Clearly, picking up the vibrator was much more important.

But with that in hand, she rolled onto her side so she could give him a little kiss. "I love you." She brushed the words against his lips.

[flickofthewrist]

"I love you too," Flick said, smiling lopsidedly at her. "So much."

[seveninchmotto]

"I know you do." He was so much better at actually getting the words out than she was. "And you're not just saying that because I just screwed you senseless."

[flickofthewrist]

"No, but that was definitely nice too," Flick said, snickering. "I enjoyed that."

[seveninchmotto]

"I noticed." Vividly. She shifted a little, and moved to drape her leg over his hip while still leaving some space between them. For reasons. "It was pretty good for me too. Nice and hot."

[flickofthewrist]

"Sorry you didn't come while you were doing it," Flick said, smiling at her and reaching to rub a hand over the leg she'd draped over him. "Next time."

[seveninchmotto]

"Ooh, brave boy," Isabelle teased him, while her hand – and yes, what was in it – snuck down her body. "Already talking about a next time. Like it that much, hmm?"

[flickofthewrist]

"I like it with you. I wouldn't be letting random girls do that to me," he told her with a small smile. "It's a one girl thing."

[seveninchmotto]

"Not what I was asking, but really, that was even better," she replied with a smirk. "Because I like having exclusive ownership over that thing. I enjoy it."

[flickofthewrist]

"Well, you do," Flick said, still smiling at her. "And I'm not intending to sleep with anyone else for a long while."

[seveninchmotto]

"Mmm. No, neither am I." Which was a weird, weird thing. And she was weirdly comfortable with it, too.

But right now she was smirking a little shakily at him. And let out a sigh. Yeah, she was sliding the toy against herself. And immediately teasing at pushing it in because she'd waited long enough. "So guess we have ample motivation to keep things interesting."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick slid his fingers up and down her leg, smiling at her and not looking down just yet.

"Indeed we do," he agreed quietly. "Feeling good right about now, aren't you?"