The Apartment, New York, Sunday

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle was in her element. Not only was her boyfriend home – and not just visiting for the day but on actual break – but she was also cooking for him. That's right, their kitchen was a happy mess of various kinds of ingredients and pots and pans with ––

With, well, something cooking in them. It was honestly hard to tell what it was by the smell. Or the ingredients strewn about the counters. Or the way it looked, even. Maybe... maybe it was some kind of stew?

Whatever it was, Isabelle looked happy to be making it.

[ooc: NFB, and expecting a ton of SP, omg.]

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[flickofthewrist]

Flick gave her foot one last tickle before he gently put it back on the ground and stood up.

"Fine, I will do the dishes," he said, reaching for the bowls. "I'm incredibly nice like that."

[seveninchmotto]

"Oooh, does that leave me free to keep drinking wine and ogling you while you do housework?" Isabelle teased, already reaching for the bottle to pour herself more. "Because I can live with that."

[flickofthewrist]

"I had no idea that was a kink you had," Flick said, smirking at her. "I don't mind being ogled while I wash dishes. Do you want me to take off my shirt?"

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle leered at him. In an exaggerated fashion, but there was some truth to it too.

There always was. "Would you?" she asked, and waggled her eyebrows.

[flickofthewrist]

"You're so predictable," Flick said while he reached for their bowls. "But yes, I will."

[seveninchmotto]

"I'm not predictable, I'm just greedy and opportunistic," Isabelle retorted, pouring herself a nice glass of wine. "And you love that about me. You know it nets you sex with me."

[flickofthewrist]

"Predictable," Flick chanted, disappearing into the kitchen. He dropped the bowls into the sink and then pulled his shirt off, leaving it in a heap on the kitchen counter.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle got up, and grabbed her chair in one hand, with her glass of wine firmly in the other. She brought the chair into the kitchen, and set it down where she could sit on it backwards, resting her arm over the back of it.

"Mmm."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick laughed as he started the water and reached for the dish soap. He glanced back at her and shook his head.

"You look like you're about to watch a striptease or something."

[seveninchmotto]

"Who's to say I'm not?" Isabelle retorted, tilting her head and smirking lazily at him. "I mean, I've seen you do sexier things than wash dishes, but you're here and you're shirtless, so mmm."

She approved.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick reached for his shirt and tossed it lazily at her while he let the bowls soak in the water. He went past her out to the table to grab the stew so he could bring it back in and settle it on the counter.

"This is the rest of your life, Izzy. Hope you like it."

[seveninchmotto]

She caught his shirt.

Also used that same hand to smack his ass when he went by because she had zero shame.

"Oh, I do."

[flickofthewrist]

"Hey hey hey," Flick said, waving a finger at her. "Hands off the merchandise while I'm taking care of our dishes, baby. I might get distracted."

[seveninchmotto]

For her next trick, Isabelle pointed at her face. "Do you think this is the face of someone who cares whether you get distracted or not?"

Hint: no.

[flickofthewrist]

"I was nice to you while you were cooking, wasn't I?" Flick asked, washing out her dish and then his before he started getting the leftovers of the stew into Tupperware dishes.

[seveninchmotto]

"Yes, but you're a nicer person than I am," she replied, sipping her wine while his shirt dangled from her fingertips over the back of the chair. "I don't play by rules."

[flickofthewrist]

"You can look but you can't touch," he chided, shaking his head at her. "Those are my rules for washing dishes shirtless. Obey or I won't do this anymore."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle made a face at him. Complete with scrunching up her nose and everything. "I don't like hearing the word 'obey' in situations where the punishment is something I very sincerely don't like."

Because there was good punishment, and then there was bad punishment.

[flickofthewrist]

"Sincerely?" Flick asked, glancing over his shoulder at her. "Sincerely, huh? Well, I think you should follow my rules. I'm the alpha."

Ha.

[seveninchmotto]

"Don't be absurd."

That was all she had to say to that. Because, that was absurd. Everyone knew she was the alpha. Everyone. Including him.

[flickofthewrist]

"So, if I'm not the alpha, what am I?" Flick asked, dropping the big bowl that had held the stew into the sink to wash.

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"A beta," she offered, swirling the wine around in her glass. "Isn't that the term? When you're not the alpha?"

[flickofthewrist]

"What happens when I kick this Ascension's thing ass and become just like you?" Flick asked, up to his arms in soap now. "Do I get to be the alpha then?"

[seveninchmotto]

"Nope," Isabelle replied, leaning back just a touch. To admire the view. "It'll still be me. It's not about physical strength, baby. It's about me being your queen."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick bent over, not on purpose, so he could scrub out the pot thoroughly.

"My queen?" Flick asked, laughing. "You are full of yourself, Izzy."