The Apartment, New York, Friday

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle's day had been a productive one – by Isabelle's standards which had a great deal to do with fashion and violence. For the first part of the day, she'd been out shopping. With Magnus, which meant there'd been a fair deal of shopping done for people who weren't them. Look, Alec, sometimes your clothes were tragic and other people knew better! Honestly.

After all the shopping and spending, she'd been at the Institute to spar with Jace a little. Clary had meant to join them, but with the Academy being on break she was spending a whole lot of her time with Simon, and that had won out this time, too. And Isabelle really couldn't blame her. Really couldn't. She wasn't looking forward to Flick heading back to Idris, either.

But she was coming back home now, opening the door and shrugging off her coat while humming a song she'd heard Jace playing when she'd found him. He'd stopped immediately as soon as he'd realized she'd arrived, but it was stuck in her head all the same, now.

Catchy.

[ooc: NFB, but open for whatever! Though with probable SP due to sleep.]

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[flickofthewrist]

Flick had gone to visit his mother earlier but he'd gotten home before Isabelle had arrived and he'd promptly planted himself on the couch. He'd watched television for awhile but the noise combined with the comfort of the couch and the warmth of the quilt over his legs had him dozing off rather quickly.

Typical man.

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Isabelle picked her shopping bags back up with the intention of taking them to the bedroom where everything could to each new clothing item's rightful place.

But to do that, she had to go through the living room. Which meant stopping. Because he was adorable.

"Oh, of course."

[flickofthewrist]

Hey, it wasn't his fault he'd been alone. Sleep was one of those things that he hadn't gotten a lot of in his childhood so he was making up for it now.

Plus, he was lazy sometimes. So, he was just going to doze peacefully.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle snorted and took a quick photo of him on her phone before walking on into the bedroom.

She took a while to put everything where it belonged, whether that was in the closet or... well, on her. Because when she came back, she was wearing a new dress, for no real reason. She plopped herself down next to him.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick stirred slowly, brought out of sleep by the sudden dip in the sofa. He hummed something, stretching and trying to pull himself all the way out of slumber.

"Iz?" he mumbled, mouth dry.

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"Hey, sleepyhead," Isabelle replied, smiling a little to herself as she watched him wake up. "I see you've been having a productive day."

[flickofthewrist]

"No one was here and I was warm," he explained, yawning and finally opening his eyes. He blinked several times, trying to focus. "Whoa."

[seveninchmotto]

"'Whoa' what, baby?"

She knew.

[flickofthewrist]

"Were you wearing that when you left?" Flick wondered, pulling himself up to rest against the arm of the sofa.

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"This thing?" she asked, glancing down at the dress. "No. Bought it on sale today. I love a good bargain."

Also anything that showcased her legs. And cleavage.

[flickofthewrist]

"Well, wow, that's quite the interesting thing to wake up to," Flick said, rubbing at his eyes and smiling at her. "What's the occasion?"

[seveninchmotto]

"There was a sale?" she offered with a light shrug and a little chuckle. She didn't need a good reason. "And, you looked so cute when you were asleep that I felt like I should pay you back for it."

[flickofthewrist]

"Very nice," he said, pulling the quilt off his legs and sliding closer to her, pressing a sleepy kiss against her jaw. "I like it."

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Isabelle gathered him close to her with one arm around his shoulders. "Why thank you. Maybe you'll like some other things I bought, too."

[flickofthewrist]

"Mmm." Flick nuzzled against her jaw and neck. "Tell me about your day?"

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"Well, Magnus took me shopping, as you can tell," she replied, resting her head against his. "Or I took Magnus shopping, I'm not sure. We hit a lot of stores, flirted with some salespeople, got some extra discounts."

[flickofthewrist]

"Aww, I would have loved to watch that spectacle," Flick said, sighing and closing his eyes. He tucked his head against the crook of her neck. "Anything else fun happen?"

[seveninchmotto]

"I heard Jace playing the piano when I went to the Institute," she shared, her fingertips drawing random soothing shapes against his shoulder. "It's been a while since I last heard that."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick snickered against her neck. "Probably too busy to play with everything that went on for you guys in such a short time. Does he still know how to play or does he suck?"

[seveninchmotto]

"He's always been good." Did Jace even bother doing things he wasn't good at? "And I think t's more because I'm not around the Institute as much anymore, and he's never been too fond of playing when people can hear him."

[flickofthewrist]

"I took you away from the Institute," he said and laughed against her neck. "Should I go apologize for stealing you away?"

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"No." She pulled him closer. "You should stay right here."

[flickofthewrist]

"Well, I wasn't going to go anywhere now," he said and kissed her neck gently. "I just meant in general."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle snorted. "So did I."

[flickofthewrist]

"Maybe I'll go back to sleep right here," he said and sighed against her neck. "It's nice and warm and comfy and soft."