The Apartment, New York, Monday

[seveninchmotto]

At her core, Isabelle didn't much identify as American. If anything, she was a New Yorker, but a nationality? She didn't really have one. She was a Shadowhunter, first and foremost. And they had their own holidays and traditions. They didn't tend to get too tangled up in the traditions of wherever they were stationed. No matter if they lived there their entire lives – they were always set apart, somehow. It was a Shadow World thing.

But still, Isabelle was looking forward to some fireworks tonight, later. Something special and pretty. It might not have been her holiday, but she could still enjoy certain parts of it. Besides, it seemed like a good reward for the hard work she'd gotten through today by cleaning the apartment!

Which was to say, cleaning two closets in the bedroom, which she was finishing up now. She could do more cleaning tomorrow. If nothing more interesting popped up, and if she remembered.

[ooc: NFB but open!]

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[flickofthewrist]

"If it got to the point of wanting to eat my arm off, I'd go find something in our pantry," he said, catching her shirt and giving it a sniff. "Mmm, smells like you."

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Isabelle snorted. "Weirdo. Bet you've missed that."

Of course he probably had. She had. She had his t-shirts but the scent wore off over time.

She unbuttoned her pants.

[flickofthewrist]

"I missed a lot of things," Flick said, leaning back and watching her pants come off like the interested party he was. He grinned at her. "Feel free to do a little shimmy while you're working on your pants."

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Isabelle had never been able to resist a good shimmy. There was a slow turn and everything while the pants were sliding down her hips, because far be it from her to deprive him of the sight of her ass after a long absence.

"Which things did you miss?"

[flickofthewrist]

"This comfortable bed," he said, watching her intently and grinning. "Your cooking."

He sighed as the pants went down her hips and showed off her pretty pretty ass.

"Your ass."

Of course.

[seveninchmotto]

"Of course," Isabelle agreed with his narrative. She kicked the pants the rest of the way off before picking them up with the most delightful bend down. "I'm going to cook you breakfast tomorrow."

[flickofthewrist]

"Oh yeah?" Flick tilted his head and watched her bend over, shameless about his leering. He sighed and sounded distracted when he spoke next. "What are you going to cook?"

[seveninchmotto]

"Bacon and eggs." She sounded softly amused. It was all at his distraction, yes.

She turned as she folded the pants, then set them down on the bed. This time with a nice forward bend. For cleavage, you see. "And these new pancakes I saw the recipe for last week."

[flickofthewrist]

"Mmm." Flick bit his lower lip and flicked his eyes up to her. "New pancakes? There are different kinds of pancakes?"

[seveninchmotto]

"Sure there are." She straightened back up. "You can put all kinds of things in them, you know. Fruit and spices."

[flickofthewrist]

"And what are you planning on putting in them?" he asked her curiously. He smiled lazily at her, still watching her change.

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"It's a secret."

Of course it was. She reached for the dress, finally.

[flickofthewrist]

"What if I want to know your secret?" Flick asked, pushing himself to his feet so he could fix his hair since most of her skin was about to be covered again.

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"You'll find out in the morning," Isabelle retorted, stepping into the dress and pulling it up so she could settle the straps on her shoulders. "Don't they teach you patience at the Academy?"

[flickofthewrist]

"No, I'm just learning to sew there," he said, carding his fingers through his hair once. He patted it and then nodded. Good enough. "I'm working on a shawl right now."

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Isabelle snorted as she turned around. It was implied that he should zip up the back of her dress. "Well, I'm sure that'll help keep you warm over the next cold Academy winter."

[flickofthewrist]

"I'd prefer if it was you keeping me warm but you won't come and live with me there," he said, moving to zip up her dress.

Slowly. And with many, many kisses pressed against her shoulder as he moved.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle didn't bother suppressing a shiver. Or her smile, even if he couldn't see it from where he was.

"I'm needed here," she murmured. "But you won't be at the Academy forever, baby."

[flickofthewrist]

"And what are you needed here for?" Flick asked. "What kinds of things are so important that you can't come stay with me, hmm?"

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"All kinds of things," she teased, now glancing back at him over her shoulder. "Important things. Like making sure Jace doesn't annoy Clary into leaving him."

[flickofthewrist]

"So, Jace's relationship is more important than me?" he asked, frowning very hard at her. "That sucks."

[seveninchmotto]

"That was just one thing!" she protested, laughing. "I also need to make sure Alec doesn't relapse back into wearing the rattiest sweaters he can possibly find."

[flickofthewrist]

"So, Jace's relationship and Alec's clothing is more important than me?" Flick asked, shaking his head sadly. "Why am I even here?"

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Isabelle shrugged.

"I don't know. Maybe you should remind me?"

[flickofthewrist]

"I showed up here to surprise you," Flick pointed out with a laugh. "I came here and I'm gonna take you to dinner and that's not a reminder enough?"