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Room 301, Monday Afternoon

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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"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?"

"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."

"Dirty talk," he repeated, sliding a finger against her clit very lightly. "Dirty talk if something I can do. One day soon, I'm going to tie you up and blindfold you and spank you until you're trying to ride my thigh to get off. Don't think I'll let you do that though. I think I'd move you onto your bed and maybe jerk off over your back. All you'd be able to do is listen and then feel when I make a mess all over you."

God. Isabelle moaned, because she had no reason not to. She wasn't going to be stubborn for the sake of being stubborn, not when she felt this good and his words thrilled her.

"Angel," she sighed, pushing the toy a little deeper. It made her voice a little shakier. "And then? Would that be it?"

God, she hoped not.

"Of course that wouldn't be it," he murmured, rubbing his thumb back and forth against her clit harder, firmer now. He leaned closer to her. "You wouldn't be getting untied though. I'd be nice, though, and help you shift over onto your back. Wouldn't clean the mess up so that'd get all over your sheets. Too bad."

He smiled at her, thumb pressing down on her clit. "And then I'd eat you out. Still blindfolded, still tied up so you'd be straining and moaning and wouldn't know where my tongue was going to land next or what I was going to lick. You'd tremble and scream when I pulled away to maybe lick your nipples or sit back on your bed and have some water. And then maybe you'd get my mouth, all nice and cold from the water, back against you, fucking you with my tongue over. Your arms would ache and you would be dying to put your hands in my hair and push my face closer to you."

"How did you get to know me so well?"

It was a pretty inane question, but you had to forgive her for that. She was starting to pant a little. And squirm. And she'd stopped smirking at him. All good things.

"Time. Patience. Persistence," he told her quietly, going from smirking to one of those smiles that either she loved or infuriated her. Maybe both. "And I wanted to know you. I wanted you to always remember that you're beautiful but there's so much more worth knowing."

She loved and was infuriated in equal measure. Both by his smile as well as the emotional whiplash. She'd expected it, and yet it had still taken her by surprise, and that was evident from her face.

It was kind of an expression of open wonder. That happened, sometimes, when she was too preoccupied with other things – like pleasure – to police what was visible on her face.

"I love you."

"I know you do." He did. Flick slid closer to her and kissed her forehead before pressing his own forehead against her, getting as close as he could while still leaving some space for what she was doing to get off.

"I love you too," he continued, sliding his fingers over her clit again and again. "You won't be alone again if I have anything to say about it. I promise."

Isabelle's eyes were suddenly watering up for completely unrelated reasons. Really. Please don't suggest otherwise.

... Yeah, maybe she was a little emotional. She breathed out a ragged sigh. The vibrator was still working in and out of her, though, with an increased pace. She wanted to get there.

"I may not always be the brightest guy or the nicest one but I'm yours," he murmured, opening his eyes and giving her a small smile at the sight of her eyes. His fingers tried to keep up with her hand and the vibrator. "I'm for you and whatever happens, you have me. From here on out."

Isabelle tried to kiss him, now. It was sloppy and haphazard and needy. That described just about everything about her right now. Their hands were still working together too.

"I love that you're mine," she mumbled. "For the good and the bad and the spankings and, and the tears, and whatever you want to do to me and ––"

"Shhh," Flick said quietly, giving her lips a lick and pressing his thumbnail down against her clit. "Concentrate on yourself now. Come, Isabelle. Come on."

Isabelle got very rarely told to concentrate on herself. Mostly because she usually did that more than enough anyway. "Don't tell me what to do," she mumbled against his lips.

And then she quieted down, just breathing harshly against his lips as she let herself get wrapped up in what she was feeling, and how it was building up and building up and building up – until she tensed up and choked on air and then let out a moan that maybe wasn't too loud but sure seemed that way when they were so close together. And despite the continuing vibrations, he could probably feel the throbbing under his fingers, too. It was pretty strong.

Everything felt amazing.

"Don't argue with me," he murmured against her lips once she'd started to come and he could tell she was going to start coming down. He pulled his fingers away and settled them back on her thigh, rubbing softly and letting her come down softly and gently.

Isabelle turned the vibrator off and let it drop from her hand onto the bed.

Then she just kind of... tried to catch her breath, her eyes shut tightly.

Flick gathered her up close to him, using her leg on his hip to basically embrace her and close his eyes too. They were both warm and satiated now so he figured cuddling would be a thing.

Isabelle didn't resist. It felt comfortable, and she relaxed against him, breathing a little more evenly now.

Cuddling could and should be a thing.

It was going to be a thing. He didn't feel the need to say anything else and he just wanted to hold her.

So, cuddling was definitely going to be a thing.

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