The Apartment, New York, Wednesday

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Isabelle had been to see Flick's mother today. She'd brought the tastiest cupcakes in the city with her, as well as reassurances that Flick was doing just fine. Working hard to advance and to develop himself, but fine all the same. In exchange, Flick's mother had shared a few small memories of him as a child. Isabelle had not asked too many questions, or prodded for more – but she was depositing each tidbit in her own memory as something precious. It was worth it just to see Beth smile.

Isabelle had wanted so badly to tell her about the engagement. So badly. But, not yet. She hadn't asked Flick if it was okay to say anything, and she wouldn't overstep.

But she'd wanted to.

And no, that had nothing to do with why her whip was covered in demonic gunk right now, and there were fresh blood spatters on her gear. After her visit, she'd applied her Marks and joined Clary on patrol to investigate a report about demonic activity. It had gone predictably well. Meaning there'd been the thrill of a decent battle as well as the joy of swift victory.

Exactly the kind of thing to make Isabelle smile. Yes, even with the blood and the gunk.

She was home now – and yes, home was increasingly more often here in this apartment rather than back at the Institute. She supposed the Institute would always be her home, in its way, but still. This was her place with Flick, even she was the only one here for now. That made it special. That made it hers.

Still, it would've been nice if he could've somehow hurried up and come home already. She might've even trusted him with cleaning her weapons! (And, shh, yes, there were many other reasons to want him here.) But, sigh. Guess she had to do herself, for now.

[ooc: NFB, but can be open should you so wish!]

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[flickofthewrist]

Flick had no real reason to be in New York today. He wasn't injured, it hadn't been weeks since he'd seen Isabelle, and he wasn't having second thoughts. Really, he just wanted to see her.

There were classes tomorrow, later in the day, so Flick figured he could catch a portal now, surprise her, and then go back to Idris tomorrow. He actually did have a reason to be here and that reason (reasons) was safely housed on his phone and would be shown to her for judgment.

Flick knocked on the door and waited. He could have opened it with his key but this was more fun.

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Slightly less so for Isabelle who had to strip off her Marked coat before coming to the door. She didn't need lost mundies eyeing her tarnished gear right now.

Of course, she forgot that thought as soon as she'd opened the door. "Baby!" she squealed, surging forward to embrace him. "What are you doing here?"

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Flick caught her against him, wrapping his arms around her slim form and pulling her tight to him. He kissed her cheek and temple several times before saying anything.

"Visiting you," he murmured, smiling. "I was able to catch a portal and get here and I couldn't pass up the opportunity."

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Isabelle hugged him back just as tightly. Then yanked him into the apartment with her. "Get in."

It was so good to see him.

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"How bossy you are," Flick laughed, stumbling into the apartment after the lovely yank she'd just given him. "Did you miss me?"

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Isabelle managed to close the door and push him against it, all pretty much in the same fluid movement.

She leaned heavily against him, her head against his shoulder. "Yes."

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Flick's back hit the door and he brought his arms around her again, letting her long body rest against his.

"You all right?" he murmured, giving the top of her head a quick kiss.

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"I'm just fine." And still wearing her gear, so that'd give him an idea of what she'd been up to recently. "Even better now that you're here."

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"You smell like blood," Flick joked, rubbing a hand down her back and snickering. "Been out having fun?"

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"Clary and I went hunting," she murmured with a sigh. "It was wonderful."

Shadowhunter criteria for wonderful was not everyone else's criteria for it.

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"You must have just gotten back if I can still smell the blood," he teased, kissing the top of her head again. "Do you want to get a shower and I can order some food or something?"

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"You can't smell blood," Isabelle retorted, picking her head up now. She gave him a quick kiss. "And you should join me in the shower. I bet they don't have ones as comfortable at the Academy as we do here."

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"Can too," Flick said and stuck his tongue out at her. That just meant he could easily lean forward and give her lower lip a little lick. "And nothing is as comfortable at the Academy as it is here."

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Isabelle snickered against his lips.

"So is that a yes or a no?"

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"It's absolutely a yes," he murmured with a smile. "Portal travel makes me feel like I just ran through mud. I need a shower too."

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"You do." She'd just decided so. So it helped that he agreed. Also, her hands came off him because she needed them to reach down for the hem of her Marked shirt. She was getting that off herself right now, yes. "A nice and thorough shower."

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"What kind of demons did you guys find?" Flick asked as he lazily leaned against the door and watched her start to strip. "Anything interesting?"

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"Drevaks. First they were slithery, then they were dead." Same old, same old. She undid her belt. "Nothing too exciting, but it was nice."

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"It's so nice that you and Clary can bond over killing demons," he teased, still watching her lazily. He liked seeing her undress in front of him and he made no secret about that.

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Isabelle made no secret of noticing, either. Hence the slight posing involved: the slowness in how she pushed her the pants down her hips, the casually graceful way she stepped out of them.

"She's getting better every time."

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"And what a wonderful person to learn from," he said, licking his lips and staring her up and down. He was smiling when his eyes landed back on her face, wide and bright.

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Isabelle put one hand on her scantily-clad hip. Sassily. "Are you leering at me?"

Mock-offended.

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"I absolutely am," he said, nodding and letting his eyes fall on her hips and her legs. He traced down the long, thin scars down to her feet before he looked back up at her again.

"You're beautiful."

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"I know." Modest as usual. "And that's why you should watch this very closely."

'This' turned out to be her turning around and walking away from him, towards the bathroom. If there was a little extra sway to her hips, well, who could blame her? Her ass looked fabulous.

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Flick made no secret that he was watching. He watched her until she disappeared and then he was following her, back towards the bathroom. He shed his shirt as he did, tossing it down in the hall and toed off his shoes along the way.