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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[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?"

[seveninchmotto]

"Mm hmm." She closed her eyes for just a moment, biting her lip, when the toy pushed in. Not much resistance at all. "You had to wait," she added when her eyes blinked open again. "And so did I."

[flickofthewrist]

"Sometimes that can make it better," he murmured, finally looking down and licking his lips. "Not so restless anymore, I hope?"

[seveninchmotto]

"I'm getting there. Still a ––" And there came the buzzing, and the little moan that made her lips into an O. The timing was on purpose, of course. If he wanted to watch, she couldn't help wanting to give a show. "–– a little bit restless."

But the good kind.

[flickofthewrist]

"Anything I can do to help you along?" he murmured, looking back up at her and grinning widely. "Anything at all?"

[seveninchmotto]

God, that was a cute grin.

"Aren't you too tired to do anything at all?" she teased, although her smirk was wobbly.

[flickofthewrist]

"Sure, I'm tired but I can still do some things, if you want me to," he replied. "I'm not asleep."

[seveninchmotto]

"You want to talk to me and keep me in the mood?" Isabelle wondered, like she needed any help with that. There were vibrations happening and making it harder to focus. "Offer me a hand to make sure my clit doesn't get ignored? Or some payback for making you sore?"

[flickofthewrist]

"Pick your poisons," he offered, using her words right back at her. He smiled again, soft and gentle and wide.

[seveninchmotto]

She wasn't so far gone as to not give him an amused look for that one. Or not to be able to pick what she wanted. "Talk to me," she sighed, pushing the vibrator a little deeper. She liked the challenge of talking with pleasure rolling through her. "And give me some clit play. That'll make sure you won't have to talk for very long at all."

[flickofthewrist]

"Okay," Flick murmured, pulling his hand off her leg and sliding it down towards where she was already working the vibrator into her. "As for the talking, you looking for something dirty or something emotional?"

[seveninchmotto]

"Oh, if I know you at all, you'll find some way to accidentally combine them both." At least while he was being all softly smiling as he was. "But dirty was my aim for now."