From Alicante to The Apartment, New York, Saturday

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This morning, in her bed at her father's house in Alicante, Isabelle had woken up to feeling uncomfortable. It hadn't taken her long to realize why. Overnight, she'd become –– well, the wrong shape for pretty much everything she'd been wearing to sleep in. So, right, they were doing this again. She would've assumed Fandom's magic couldn't work through the wards around Idris, but apparently she'd thought wrong. And it'd be complicated to look like Alec here of all places.

Ugh.

So, she'd gotten out of bed with a groan, then gone to the closet to search for clothes that'd even remotely fit her. And that was when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.

And immediately went in for a closer look because well hello. She did not look like Alec this time. And that changed everything.

So long story short: she sent a fire message to Flick (Had to go to NY, come if you can, because she'd previously told him she'd stay in Alicante this weekend) and then listen closely until she was sure her father wasn't in the house, before sneaking into his quarters and snagging an old set of gear to wear. Then she scribbled her father a little note as well, about how Jace had asked her to come back to the city.

Fast forward, and she was home in New York. Having far too much fun going through Flick's closet space and modeling things in front of the mirrors. And if some of the modeling was sans clothes, well, could you blame her? She deserved her fun, dammit.

And her phone was filling up with pictures.

Also once Flick would hopefully make it out of Idris and his phone would start working, he was going to find several photos on there as well. Maybe he'd enjoy an unknown but attractive young man's (clothed!) selfies coming from Isabelle's number? In fact, maybe he'd even put two and two together and note the Marks and how the backgrounds looked suspiciously like their bedroom in the city. He was a smart boy, he could figure it out.

[ooc: NFB, primarily for That Guy, but can be open for calls/texts as well!]

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Isabelle wrapped her big arms around him snugly. Not too tight, but enough for him to feel the difference.

She nipped at his ear for the hell of it. Breathed him in and closed her eyes as she did, because this was actually their first time touching since he'd shown up, and some things centered her better than others. "You're warm."

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"That's because someone's holding onto me," he murmured, laughing and leaning back into her. "Someone's my own personal human blanket."

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The flatter chest made the leaning easier, at least. Felt weird, though, not having her breasts bump against his back because they simply weren't there.

"You'll be getting a lot of this."

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"You planning on hanging onto me the entire time you're like this?" Flick asked, sounding very much like he didn't mind that.

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"Not the entire time," she said, nuzzling his ear before resting her head against his with a sigh. "Just a lot of it."

For the comfort of it.

"Don't worry, you'll still be on your knees, too."

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Flick laughed and that laugh turned into a sigh at the nuzzle. He ended up just pushing the dishes into the sink and filling it with water.

"We can do those later, right?"

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"If you attempted to start doing dishes right now, I would have to pick you up and carry you out of the kitchen."

So, yes.

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"Do you think you could do that?" Flick asked, curious. Isabelle in her normal body could do that but he was interested to see how much easier it was here.

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To answer that, Isabelle tightened her hold on him - and heaved him up so his feet left the floor.

Putting him back down again, she said, "Pretty easily, actually."

That was another one of those previews.

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"Well, you could really do some manhandling with that strength," Flick said, humming. "I approve."

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Isabelle snickered in his ear, right before nipping at it, a litle harder than before. "I think you'd enjoy that, wouldn't you?"

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"I know I would," Flick told her, nodding decisively, "because I do even when you're lady shaped."

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Isabelle, being Isabelle even in this body, thought that there was only one course of action in this moment.

And that was to loosed her hold on him, but only enough so she could spin him around to face her. And then shove him against the kitchen counter. Pretty roughly, actually, but she made up for that by kissing him once he was there.

Hi.

[flickofthewrist]

Wow hello there. Flick's hands were still a little wet from having dumped the dishes into soak so he didn't immediately grab onto Isabelle but he definitely returned that kiss, ignoring the little sting of pain that the counter caused in his back.

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It was very much her intention to make him ignore the pain. Maybe even forget about it. The intensity of the kiss made it seem that way, anyway.

And even when she eased up, she bit his lip. "How's that for a little bit of manhandling?" she murmured, pressing her hands against the counter on either side of his hips, really settling good and in his personal space. "A good start?"

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"It's so fucking weird that you're taller than me," Flick murmured, licking his lip and laughing. When she was Isabelle, the only time she was really taller was when she was in heels.

Here, she just dwarfed him. "But yeah, that was a super good start."

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"That's the weirdest thing?" Isabelle asked him with a quiet little chuckl and a quick little kiss, because the licking just made that all the more enticing. "Or at least the one most worth a mention? That I'm even taller than usual, now."

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"Not the weirdest, just the most obvious," he remarked, reaching for the hem of the shirt Isabelle was wearing and pulling it up to take a look at the abs.

Well, then.

"Damn."

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Yeah, those were insane.

"I know."

See? She was smirking.

"Feel free to touch."

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"I'm officially jealous," Flick said, reaching out to splay his hand against those solid abs. He shivered. "And envious."

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"You'll have to take a picture and get a print of it for motivation," Isabelle teased. "This is the goal now."

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"The goal!" Flick laughed and poked her in the stomach. "I hope you're not expecting this from me. I have abs too."

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Isabelle laughed and flinched at the poke, but still brought her own hand to run it down his stomach, in turn. "I know you do. And they're very good. In fact, they're great."

She shrugged.

"I'm just saying."

Teasing!

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"Let's get out of the kitchen," Flick decided because he wanted to see more but he wasn't about to kneel on a hard floor.

He flicked those abs again before moving by Isabelle and padding back to the bedroom.

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"Oh, we're moving the show elsewhere?" Isabelle asked, as he escaped her looming. She followed along easily, idly peeling off the t-shirt while she did. "I don't think I mind that."