The Apartment, New York, Friday

[seveninchmotto]

Since the half-move to Alicante back in August, Isabelle hadn't spent a whole ton of time in New York. Sure, she was at the Institute a lot, helping her mother and using the training rooms with her brothers and Clary, but as the months had rolled on she'd found herself thinking of Alicante more and more as home. Even with the unease of sharing a house with her father.

Guess there was something to be said for being somewhere where everyone was like her. She didn't feel like she was the same as Idris-born Shadowhunters, not entirely, but still. Itwas the same culture she'd lived in within the Institute walls.

And Idris was where Flick was, most of the time. It was a pretty big motivator to stick around, all on its own.

But New Year's belonged to New York. New Year's belonged to the city and the place that was going to become home once more after Flick's Ascension. So she was already here, in anticipation of the holiday. Even if right now, she was sitting by one of the big windows in the living room, with a packet of last night's takeout. It counted as anticipation. And appreciation of New York.

Her father's house in Alicante didn't have this view, and Alicante didn't have takeout.

[ooc: NFB but open!]

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[flickofthewrist]

"I'm glad," he said sincerely. He pressed a kiss to her nose and smiled. "She likes you too. Probably more than me since you're around her more."

[seveninchmotto]

"She likes me. She loves you."

She knew it was a joke but she couldn't help stressing this to him anyway. (She had a whole big thing about making sure he knew he was loved and important. Some things just stuck with you.)

[flickofthewrist]

"I think she loves you too," he told her, bringing her closer for a hug. "I'm actually sure of it. And I love you more."

[seveninchmotto]

"I love her too." Well, it was no big secret. Isabelle embraced him, maybe a little more tightly than might have been expected. "And I love you."

[flickofthewrist]

"I would hope so," Flick said, blowing a raspberry against her cheek and laughing. "It'd make this marriage thing a lot harder if you didn't love me."

[seveninchmotto]

"Don't be an ass, I'm being serious." Not really. She sounded amused, and also went and tried to nip at his jaw, as if that was some kind of a punishment. "I love you. You should remember that."

[flickofthewrist]

"I'm always an ass," he said and reached down to pat her ass because now he was thinking about asses. "And I will remember it. I will always remember that."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle laughed.

"Did you just have to touch my ass because I called you one?"

[flickofthewrist]

"If there's a chance to touch your ass, I'm going to take it," he told her, grinning widely. "How can I resist?"

[seveninchmotto]

"Well, I guess you don't really get your fair share of ass-touching at the Academy..."

She was teasing, obviously. If he'd been touching asses other than hers, he probably knew he'd have to look forward to losing a hand.

[flickofthewrist]

"And the asses I did touch were very subpar," he joked, smirking. "Nothing at all like yours."

[seveninchmotto]

"Stop touching sub-par asses, Jon," Isabelle sing-songed at him. "You'll never find one as good as mine."

[flickofthewrist]

"You're so confident about that," Flick said, snickering. He kissed her lips and smiled. "In this, I'm going to admit you're right. I won't."

And he was fine with that.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle smiled at him. Even reached up and kissed the tip of his nose.

Then, very solemnly, she said, "But no more touching my ass before the food gets here. You said."

[flickofthewrist]

"I did say," Flick agreed, settling his hands on her back and nodding. "I promised and I will keep my promise. No touching until food. Got it. I can do that."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle gave him another kiss, the began to pull away. "As soon as food's been received, though," she said, smirking. "Feel free to touch me anywhere you like."

[flickofthewrist]

"Oh, I will definitely be taking you up on that," Flick said, letting her go and grinning. "I need to get my fill before I leave again."

[seveninchmotto]

"Oh, you'll get more than that."

Overindulging was perhaps going to be a thing. It was his New Year's break! She was going to make him feel like he'd celebrated.

Not yet, though.

"But you're going to have to wait for it."

And she slipped into their bedroom. She'd be back around the time their takeout would arrive, probably. (And it'd be worth the wait.)