The Apartment, New York, Friday

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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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Isabelle snickered as her tongue flicked out to meet his. "So... You want me to keep laying on top of you in next to nothing?"

[flickofthewrist]

"Yes," he said, nodding and pulling back from her. "Maybe we'll even get around to taking some clothes off me. Maybe I'll even get around to getting hard."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle pressed a few kisses on the tip of his nose, and on his chin.

"So you think we might progress to screwing."

[flickofthewrist]

"I'm fairly certain that's going to happen," he murmured, smiling up at her. "Don't you want that to happen?"

[seveninchmotto]

"Obviously." Duh. She smirked down at him. "I just like spelling these things out."

[flickofthewrist]

"It is pretty hot when you do that," he murmured, smiling at her. "I think we could screw right here. Keep the dress on though. Lose the panties."

[seveninchmotto]

"Is that an order?" she asked as her smirk grew wider. "I thought the panties were your favorite part."

Maybe not when they were in the way.

[flickofthewrist]

"The panties are very nice but they're in the way," Flick told her, sliding his fingers along the edge of those panties. "I want them off. It's an order."

[seveninchmotto]

"Mmm.." She ducked down to lick his lips. Then she pushed herself more upright. Needed that so she could wiggle her way out of the sparkly, sequined underwear. They fell on to the floor somewhere by the couch.

[flickofthewrist]

"Perhaps I should have taken my pants off before getting us into this position," Flick murmured before reaching to stroke the insides of her thighs with his thumbs.

[seveninchmotto]

"Maybe," Isabelle agreed. "But I can't fault you for being eager to get me on top of you." Because it was a pretty great position for her to be in. "Besides, I think maybe I can help you with that."

[flickofthewrist]

"And how will you help me with that?" Flick asked her, smirking. "Because I'm very willing to accept help."

[seveninchmotto]

Her hands were down on his belt, undoing it, before he'd even stopped talking.

"With a hands-on approach, obviously."

[flickofthewrist]

"Oooh and here I was hoping for teeth," Flick teased, watching her and smirking. "That would have been entertaining."

[seveninchmotto]

"Don't tempt me," Isabelle teased back, giving his belt a little tug as she unbuckled it. "I could get teeth involved."

[flickofthewrist]

"I think I want to tempt you," Flick told her. "I think I really want to see some teeth."

[seveninchmotto]

"You're predictable." No, he wasn't. But his belt was undone, and then so were his pants. And she scooted backwards a little, so she had the space to lean forward.

She pushed his shirt up just enough to expose a strip of skin. Perfect place to give a little lick. Then graze with her teeth.

Not helping yet. She'd get there.

[flickofthewrist]

"Am I?" Flick sighed and arched up, grinning. "Did you really end up on top of me thinking I'd ask you to use my teeth? I doubt it."

[seveninchmotto]

"Maybe not, but I knew you'd enjoy it if I did."

Which was almost the same thing, if you asked her. She licked a long, wet strip across his stomach.

[flickofthewrist]

"I'd have to be dead to not enjoy you on top of me and licking me," Flick sighed and closing his eyes and soaking up the sensation. "And I am very much not dead."

[seveninchmotto]

"And you're no allowed to get dead, either," she murmured, her lips brushing against his wet skin with the words. "I need you alive to satisfy my needs."

Also for other things.

[flickofthewrist]

"Is that the only reason you keep me around?" Flick asked her, smirking. He shivered slightly. "I feel so objectified."

[seveninchmotto]

"No." Briefly, she nuzzled his stomach. "I need you around because you keep me feeling stable and grounded. Sometimes you've been my anchor. You're a solid spot. You're warm and safe."

Her teeth caught the waist of his pants.

[flickofthewrist]

"You won't make me cry," Flick murmured, reaching down to slide his fingers through her hair and settle lightly against the back of her head. "I'm stronger than that."

Didn't mean he wasn't affected by the words, though.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle gave the fabric a little tug before letting go and answering.

"I'm not trying to," she said, glancing up. "I'm just telling you the truth."