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]

"Don't call me a baby, baby," he said and kicked her under the table. "I'm just fine."

[seveninchmotto]

"Ow."

That hadn't hurt.

"Kicking me isn't going to make me stop calling you a baby."

[flickofthewrist]

"If you don't stop calling me a baby, I'll just stop talking to you," Flick decided with a nod.

[seveninchmotto]

"Would you prefer 'a child'?" Isabelle asked sweetly.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick mimed zipping his lips and throwing away the key. So there, Isabelle, so there.

[seveninchmotto]

"Oh, yes, that isn't childish at all," Isabelle told him, tsking. "You should also notice I didn't call you a child. I just suggested it."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick looked amused but didn't speak. He shrugged at her and leaned back, tapping his fingers idly against the table between them.

[seveninchmotto]

"Are you seriously doing that?" Isabelle asked him, raising one eyebrow. "You're cute when you're mischievous, but these things are pretty dangerous, you know."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick smiled widely at her, elbows on the table so he could lean closer and smirk.

[seveninchmotto]

"Please stop?" she tried.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick pointed at her and then pointed at his lips. Would she understand what he wanted? He hoped so. He kept grinning.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle squinted at him, her head tilted quizzically. "I'm not sure I catch the meaning of your miming."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick sighed and pointed at her, pointed at his lips and then puckered up. Did that help?

[seveninchmotto]

"Don't sigh at me," Isabelle chided him, but she was already leaning forward to meet him. "It's not my fault you've decided to go mute."

But, she kissed him.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick met her halfway, pressing a lingering kiss against her lips before he sat back and smiled. "It's not my fault you decided to call me names either."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle ran her fingers over his cheek, jaw, and chin before pulling back and settling down again. "It was just the one, baby."

[flickofthewrist]

"Enough to make me not wanna talk for the rest of the day," he said and reached for her hand to kiss her knuckles slowly.

[seveninchmotto]

"Your talking seems easily spent," she noted, watching her hand in his. "Are they making you talk too much at the Academy?"

[flickofthewrist]

"There's just a lot of assholes to deal with so it wears me out sometimes," he said and kissed her palm before letting their joined hands settle on the table. "And it's fun to see you get all mad."

[seveninchmotto]

"I wasn't all mad," Isabelle pointed out, shaking her head, even as she gave his hand a squeeze. "I was worried, if anything."

[flickofthewrist]

"Worried about what?" he asked, rubbing his thumb along her hand and squeezing back.

[seveninchmotto]

"About getting stuck in a game," she admitted, shrugging a shoulder. "We only have a short while together. I don't want to lose any of that to getting caught up in some sillyness that goes wrong."

And yes, she was fully thinking she was likely to be the cause of the wrongness.

[flickofthewrist]

"I was never going to let it get that far," Flick promised and gave her hand another squeeze. "I just wanted a kiss."

[seveninchmotto]

"Please, there was no guarantee of that," Isabelle teased softly. "We're unpredictable. It's one of our best qualities."

[flickofthewrist]

"I wouldn't let it go that far," he promised and smiled. "I knew how far I'd go and I was going to stop as soon as it started going pear shaped."