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]

"You're a terrible person and I'm going to get another shirt," he said, moving to walk out of the kitchen and back towards their bedroom.

[seveninchmotto]

"Please, I'm a wonderful person and you love me for it," Isabelle called after him, getting up to put her empty glass on the counter.

[flickofthewrist]

"I do love you but you're still terrible," Flick called back to her, opening one of the dressers to look for a shirt. "You can be both terrible and loved, Iz."

[seveninchmotto]

"You love me because I'm terrible."

She peeled her shirt off. So she could pull his shirt on.

[flickofthewrist]

"So, you get to wear my shirt but I don't?" Flick asked, smirking at her and pulling on a button up shirt though he didn't button it, at least. "How's that fair, alpha?"

[seveninchmotto]

"Because I look extra hot in it," she replied, standing in the doorway to the bedroom. "Where as you just look the usual amount of hot. I'm liking this particular look, though."

Button-ups on him were a weakness of hers. Particularly when left hanging open.

[flickofthewrist]

"First, I'm beautiful and should be cut from marble and now I'm just usual amounts of hot," he said, shaking his head and laughing. He crossed the room and reached for the chin up bar, pulling himself up easily a few times.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle watched with great appreciation. And she was helping by reaching out and running her hand down his chest when he pulled himself up.

Totally helping.

[flickofthewrist]

"Is there something I can help you with, Iz?" Flick asked, pulling himself up and then hanging straight armed down, feet off the floor.

[seveninchmotto]

For a second, she was too busy ogling him to answer. Then she managed to look back up at his face.

"Not sure. But this ––" She gestured at all of hi. "–– is really working for me."

[flickofthewrist]

"And how is it working for you?" he asked, readjusting his hands and pulling himself up again.

[seveninchmotto]

"I don't feel like I should be wearing clothes for this."

Well, he'd asked.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick let himself down again, hanging lazily from the pull up bar and smirking.

"So, you wanna be naked while I do pull ups?"

[seveninchmotto]

"Honestly? I want us both to be naked while you do pull ups," Isabelle replied brightly. "It leads more smoothly into the screwing."

She worked with a special kind of dirty logic.

[flickofthewrist]

"Well, feel free to get naked, baby," Flick said, pulling himself up again and feeling the burn snake down his shoulders and into his arms. "I'll wait."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle considered arguing.

But sometimes it was much more fun to skip that. So she smirked at him, as her hands went down to undo her very nice jeans. Those ended up on the floor quickly enough. Next, she undid her bra underneath his shirt, and dropped that on the floor.

And then she turned around. Pulled the shirt off and gave him a nice view of her black hair falling against her bare, pale back. She gave him a smirk over her shoulder.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick took a breath and held it as he did another pull up, holding it and feeling a fine shake in his arms as he let himself down when her hair tumbled down her back.

"Beautiful," he murmured reverently.

[seveninchmotto]

"Thank you," she replied. And for that, he got to watch her remove her panties as well. She did it slow, and when she bent over to push them down her hips and legs, it was completely on purpose.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick licked his lips and wanted to stop what he was doing but he didn't. He had no idea why but he kept watching and pulled himself up again, slower this time but still smoothly and without too much effort.

"Mmm."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle stepped out of her underwear.

Then she turned. Some of her hair fell over her breasts and it was just as pleasing a sight as her back had been, if not even more so. She stepped a little closer, watching him.

"Keep going."

[flickofthewrist]

It really wasn't easy to keep doing pull ups when she was standing in front of him naked and beautiful.

Flick obeyed though, pulling himself up and gently lowering himself down again.

[seveninchmotto]

"Good puppy," Isabelle murmured. She glanced up at his hands around the bar, then back down at his face. "Do you want to hear about some of the ideas I've had for this new multifunctional addition to our apartment?"

Well, maybe he wanted some entertainment while he was exercizing! Or maybe she wanted to make his pants feel tight.

[flickofthewrist]

"Is this going to make doing pull ups hard?" he asked, knowing that he was setting her up for a nice innuendo there.

[seveninchmotto]

"Among other things," Isabelle replied, smirking. "So, ideas. Idea one: you, much like you are right now, except with your feet on the floor and your wrists cuffed to each end of the bar."

She tilted her head.

"I think you can guess some of where this is going. But not all. I would definitely tease you, of course. I'd let you watch me caress my breasts ––" He needed a visual for that, right? She cupped one breast, pinched the nipple between her fingers. "–– and I'd tell you exciting things, much like I'm doing right now." She grinned at him. "And once you were sufficiently excited, I'd kneel in front of you. For a blowjob, obviously. But I'd also introduce something slightly new into the mix, there."

Perfect time to pause.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick kept hanging there, arms straight because it was really hard to do anything when she was talking like she was and touching herself right in front of him. He swallowed.

"Something new?"