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 didn't respond with words. Instead, he reached down, using one of his hands to knead and squeeze her breast while his hips kept moving, slamming into hers and smacking the headboard against their wall.

The stinging from his back told him that if there wasn't blood, she'd fix that soon and he didn't care. She could mark him all she wanted and he did not care.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle only wished she'd had the presence of mind to actually scratch something meaningful onto his back. A Mark, or her name, or even just a heart. But as it was, he was just getting some nice red lines and the sting that came with them.

And once he was squeezing her breast, she didn't care, either. Her nipples had hardened and her breasts were sensitive and she hissed some very dirty curses under her panting breath. But she was also looking up at him. She wanted this in her memory, the sight of him when he was focusing on nothing but her.

The look she was giving him was love and lust in about equal measure.

[flickofthewrist]

"I could pull out now," Flick panted, looking down at her and smirking. He took his hand away from her breast and sat up on his knees, still inside her, still moving.

His fingers snaked down her body and found her clit, thumb rubbing rough circle against that sensitive area as he smirked and smiled at her.

"Want that?"

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Isabelle was sure he was just getting more gorgeous by the moment. Was that even possible? She didn't even care. He was gorgeous and he was hers.

And right now he was making her squirm. She shook her head. It was urgent. "No, I don't want that," she said. There was a gasp somewhere in there. "No. Want you to c-come inside me." She swallowed. Her hands had slid away from his back when he sat up. Now she brought them up to her breasts. Look, that was his fault: he'd brought her attention up to them and now she needed them played with. Pinching and tweaking her nipples went great with the way he was rubbing her clit.

As he could probably tell from the nice and rough moan.

[flickofthewrist]

Again, Flick wasn't going to pull out. His thrusts grew quicker and and harder as he tried to outlet all his fraying focus into making her come. There was a fine tremble happening in his arms and legs and his fingers just got rougher and sharper on her clit.

He thought he'd be able to hang on until she came but something about her touching herself, his fingers and his cock pumping into her cut any vestige of control without a warning.

He snapped his hips one more time and came, shouting her name and pinching her clit just as best as his fingers could while they were shaking and the pleasure rode through him.

[seveninchmotto]

He didn't need to worry. She'd already been tensing up for a moment, feeling the build-up get more and more intense. When the time came, there was enough pinching happening to push her right off that edge.

She didn't yell his name but he could rest assured it was on her tongue when her control gave out. It just couldn't get past the strangled moan that pushed out instead.

That was the sound of a very satisfied woman.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick stayed above her for a split second or too longer before he rolled off to the side and ended up on his back, staring up at the ceiling.

That. That had been really good. really, really good.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle made a tiny sad noise at losing him. It was too much effort to turn her head or anything, yet. So. Sad.

"I love you," she sighed. Because she really, really did. Because that had been really very good. "This is the rest of our lives."

[flickofthewrist]

"I love you too," Flick said, reaching an arm over to try and gather her against his side. "I love you forever."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle made another noise of protest, but made the effort to shift closer to him all the same. "Well if you'll love me like that..."

[flickofthewrist]

"I will love you like that and I will love you slow and I will love you against the wall and on the floor and in the shower," he murmured, giving her forehead a kiss. "I'll love you again today too."

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"You better," she murmured back to him, nuzzling his shoulder with a sigh. "I'm not this easily satisfied."

That was bravado talking. She would've been perfectly fine just lying down and doing nothing the rest of the day.

[flickofthewrist]

"Maybe we'll give the pull up bar a try later," he said, sighing and wrapping himself around her. "In a bit."

[seveninchmotto]

"Mm." Safe to say she approved. "Good, because I immediately came up with another way to use it."

[flickofthewrist]

"Oh?" She was just all kinds of creative today. He tangled his legs with hers and kissed her forehead. "How?"

[seveninchmotto]

She had all kinds of creative energy all pent up from all the time he wasn't here. Maybe she should've had Clary teach her how to draw.

"I can do pull-ups longer than you can." That was not a brag, honest. Well, not just a brag, anyway. "Now, I'm not saying this would definitely work, but I would love to try it." In part because it was a ridiculous idea. "Sex standing up, without the support of a wall. You'd just have to stand there and hold onto me, and I do most of the work."

[flickofthewrist]

"Holy shit," Flick said, eyes widening. "Holy fucking shit. I am...I would love to try that. I will hold onto you for as long as I possibly can."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle snickered and actually turned her face up towards him. "I see that was a winner of an idea, baby," she teased. "Bet you've never been fucked by a girl doing pull-ups before."

Few people had, probably.

[flickofthewrist]

"If I said I had, I would be lying," Flick told her, shaking his head. "That's a winner of an idea. I will be glad to help you try it and out if it doesn't work, I'll just fuck you on the ground."

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She laughed again and licked the side of his neck, idly, before nuzzling it. "How gentlemanly of you to have a backup plan ready."

[flickofthewrist]

"Rest up, baby," he said, cuddling her close to him and sighing. "You've got a lot of pull ups to do soon."

[seveninchmotto]

"I feel perfectly energetic."

She still wasn't about to drag him up from bed quite yet.

Probably.

[flickofthewrist]

"Well, I need to recharge," he murmured, sighing. "So, let me get some rest and then we can go again."

[seveninchmotto]

"Boys are so weak," Isabelle tsked, shifting until she could rest the side of her head against his chest. Her hair covered up one of his shoulders. "Sigh."

Yes, she actually said 'sigh'. Complete with an actual sigh.

[flickofthewrist]

"Did you just say sigh?" Flick shook his head at her and sighed right back. "Be quiet, woman. I just fucked you silly. Give me a little bit of time."