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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[flickofthewrist]

"And which one is your preferred way?" he asked her. "I'll be happy with either of them."

[seveninchmotto]

After a moment's thought, and in lieu of an answer, Isabelle plucked a vibrator from the assortment of things, and held it out for him. "Turn on your side."

That was a request, not bossiness.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick took the vibrator and turned onto his side, waiting for her to position herself where she needed to be before he did anything.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle stretched out on the bed, facing him. She shifted closer to him, and even draped her top leg over his hip. Still left room enough for him to manuever in, though.

Maybe it was just that she wanted to get a little cuddly after all the restraints and things. Shh. Getting off was important in itself, too.

[flickofthewrist]

"Comfortable?" he asked, flipping the vibrator on and letting it rest against her inner thigh while he talked.

[seveninchmotto]

"Very," she said, shifting a bit until her face was as close to his as it could be under the circumstances. She smiled at him. "Fuck me."

So sweet.

[flickofthewrist]

"Yes, dear," Flick told her, kissing her nose and sliding the toy into her now. She was wet and slick so the thrust was smooth and to the hilt in one push of his hand. He held the toy there for a few seconds, letting it vibrate and stimulate her.

[seveninchmotto]

Yeah, that smile went away pretty quickly. Or at least turned a lot more wobbly, and she bit her lip while she let out a little moan.

"Oh, by the Angel, that feels good."

[flickofthewrist]

"Haven't you met your Angel now?" Flick recalled, pulling the vibrator and giving it a push right back in. "Would he be happy to see you talking about him during this?"

[seveninchmotto]

Her head tipped back a little.

"They dodn't have a sense of humor."

[flickofthewrist]

"Mmm." Flick leaned forward and kissed her forehead before he picked up speed with the toy, in and out and sometimes over and against her clit when he wanted her to jump and shiver.

[seveninchmotto]

And she did. She was also pushing her hips against the toy without shame. He'd tried to roll around to get friction from the sheets and she was going to be a very active participant in this particular act.

Her eyes closed, and her brow was furrowing a little. Effort, see.

[flickofthewrist]

"I love you," he murmured, looking right at her as he said it. "I love you and I missed you so much."

Deeper, harder, faster.

"I don't want you to ever leave me." And no, he didn't mean to go back home or anything. He meant something a little broader than that.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle's eyes fluttered open again. There was no smiling now, just an open expression. Almost like she was in awe of him, and too distracted to cover it up.

"I don't want to leave you."

That was so sincere, yet came out with a little moan. Oops. She was still grinding against the toy, getting ever closer.

[flickofthewrist]

"Stay with me," he murmured, letting his thrusting pick up speed. He rotated the toy, angled it deeper, and slid it over her clit, letting it vibrate there for several long seconds. "Be with me."

[seveninchmotto]

She was biting her lip pretty hard and her eyebrows were knitting together, and there was no way of knowing for sure how much of that was down to his words and how much to her impending orgasm.

"I –– I want to be with you."

But her eyes closed, and she whimpered and trembled when the release came, and the toy was still buzzing against her through the orgasm, making her legs shake a little.

[flickofthewrist]

"I want to be with you too," he murmured, keeping the toy going until she started to calm down. Only then did he pull it away and turn it off. He stayed close to her though, holding her against him.

[seveninchmotto]

Good, because she didn't open her eyes before moving forward so she could hide her face against his chest.

Someone might have gotten a little emotional.

[flickofthewrist]

"What's the matter?" Flick murmured, reaching to stroke her back slowly. "Iz?"

[seveninchmotto]

She didn't answer.

Just sniffled a bit.

[flickofthewrist]

"Are you crying?" he asked quietly. "Talk to me, baby. Please?"

[seveninchmotto]

"I'm fine," she mumbled, even if her voice sounded a little like she was trying not to cry. "I'm fine. I'll do some very dirty things to you later to make you forget this."

[flickofthewrist]

"Isabelle," he said, voice soft, "what's the matter? You sound like you're trying not to cry. What's wrong? Tell me."

[seveninchmotto]

"I don't know!"

That came out like a muffled wail, and like she was offended at the idea that she wasn't even sure what she was crying about. But it had been a really long couple of weeks, and she'd just relaxed pretty thoroughly, and he'd said nice things and now she was crying.

[flickofthewrist]

"Okay, okay," he murmured, trying to tighten his grip on her and rock her a little. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I'm sorry."