Room 301, Saturday Evening

[seveninchmotto]

So, that had been a pretty short dance for this couple. And Isabelle was perfectly fine with that. She got her door open, and was already trying to kiss Flick again as soon as she'd yanked him into the room.

After the couple of weeks she'd had, she really needed something easier like this. Probably deserved it, too. So, she was taking it.

[ooc: For the guy, and NSFW-bound probably.]

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[seveninchmotto]

"Baby, I don't care," she murmured. The last of the pins came out, and her hair was free. She let the pins fall on the floor. She could get them later. Getting her arms around his neck and pulling him closer while leaning her back against the door was more important. "Get as tangled up as you want."

She smirked at him. Hadn't done that in a while.

[flickofthewrist]

"I missed you," he said, giving her a light peck before his lips moved down and found her neck, sucking and licking a nice, red mark right there. It was probably half possessive and half lust there.

[seveninchmotto]

"I missed you too," Isabelle sighed. There was perhaps a little gasp in there too, and her nails pressed into the back of his neck. "Good to be here."

[flickofthewrist]

"You came back at a good time," he said and licked a path up to her ear. "Power came back on finally. No more freezing."

No, he was very, very warm right now.

[seveninchmotto]

"Mm, it does feel like someone's turned up the heat," she murmured, tilting her head away from him. But only because that gave him more room. She pushed her fingers into his hair. "Soon enough it'll be warm enough for me to lose my panties."

The last couple of weeks had been very serious and taxing. She needed to be light about things right now.

[flickofthewrist]

"I'm sad that you wore them in the first place," Flick murmured, coming back up and smirking slightly from close proximity. He leaned into her hands and he was close enough to kiss her, to let her feel his warm breath though he kept that small amount of distance between them.

His body was flush against her though, warm and firm and in far less pain than he'd been in.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle smirked back at him.

"I'm sure you're sad about a lot of things," she said. She pushed her hips briefly off the door and against his. "Like how you couldn't jump me at the dance."

[flickofthewrist]

"Uh, I think you were the one who was close to doing the jumping," he pointed out, licking his lips and staying close but denying her any more kisses for the moment. "Grabbing me and shoving your tongue in my mouth? I think you had a few things on your mind."

[seveninchmotto]

"That was affection." And relief, but she wasn't going to get into that. She leaned forward, testinghis denial of kisses a bit. "The uncontrollable lust came later."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick leaned back, ignoring the desire that said he needed to lean forward instead. No, he was making her anticipate things all the more.

"Your affection is very interesting," he told her, leaning forward the tiniest bit and licking her bottom lip before he pulled back.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle let the back of her head fall back against the door again. "Everything about me is interesting," she said, running one of her hands against his cheek. "I don't see you minding."

[flickofthewrist]

"Everything about you is complicated," he corrected, leaning closer and nipping her chin. "But no, I don't mind. I really don't. You're mine."

[seveninchmotto]

"Oh yeah?"

Her hand pulled away from his face, and moved down her body instead.

"How so?"

(As if they hadn't covered this already.)

[flickofthewrist]

"You know how so," he told her, kissing her cheek very quickly. "You're mine. You are my girlfriend. You sleep with me. You screw me. You dream about me. You love me."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle pulled on the hem of her dress. "Mm. Tell me more. What else do I do?"

[flickofthewrist]

"You ride me. You lick me. You fuck me. You suck me. You blow me," he told her, cutting his eyes down to the tugging she was doing. "You scream for me."

[seveninchmotto]

"All correct." And now that she had his attention, he could watch her try and wiggle her way out of her underwear without taking off her dress. "I also tie you up, and make you moan, and make you draw the alphabet with your tongue."

[flickofthewrist]

"You are not wrong," he told her, mouth going dry when he figured out what she was doing. "Those are all correct as well."

[seveninchmotto]

"Mm hmm."

The panties slid down her legs and around her ankles.She shifted to get one ridiculously high heel free from them.

"You know what else I do?"

[flickofthewrist]

"What else do you do?" he asked her, glancing down from her legs up to her face again.

[seveninchmotto]

"I get you to finger me," she told him easily, like it wasn't dirty at all. "Hard. Right here."

Against the door, because she was impatient.

[flickofthewrist]

"All right," Flick told her, leaning back slightly so he could take his jacket off and toss it outside. He loosened his tie and then reached down, encouraging her to spread her legs slightly so he could get his fingers between her legs.

[seveninchmotto]

An action Isabelle was more than willing to perform. She shifted to move her legs further apart, and made sure her heels were firmly on the floor.

"And no skimping," she said, getting her fingers loosely around his tie. "Start with two."

[flickofthewrist]

"You're demanding," he said but he was more than willing to listen. He spent a few moments just stroking her inner thighs before he angled up and started pushing two fingers inside of her.

He kept his eyes on her the entire time.

[seveninchmotto]

Then he got to see her head tip back, and her lips part, and the slow inhale when he was pushing his fingers in. He'd find very little resistance. She was good and ready for this.

She licked her lips, and swallowed. "Demanding?" she asked. "Better get used to that. I have plans to be bossy tonight."