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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"Maybe a little," she said, though it was probably obvious from the mock idle tone that there was no 'maybe' about it. She rubbed at her chest with one hand, watching him. "This is a hot body to be in, in front of a mirror."

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"Just a little?" Flick asked, settling himself on Isabelle's thighs and reaching to cradle his cock through the front of his pants. "Didn't go all the way?"

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"Just a little," she confirmed, watching raptly. The hand stilled on her chest, though she couldn't help playing with the hair with her fingertips. "I wanted to share this."

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"I don't know if I would have had the patience," Flick admitted, tracing out the length of her (that thought gave him momentary pause) through the fabric of his pants.

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Isabelle exhaled a sigh. "That's because I'm the queen of patience, and you're not." That was not even remotely true, but she thought she could get a little leeway when it came to the truth when his hand was on her cock.

'Her cock'. Momentary pause was right.

[flickofthewrist]

"You're not the queen of patience," Flick argued, shaking his head "What's that feel like?"

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"Weird," she admitted, but she thought it was pretty natural, under the circumstances. "Like you're handling something I'm not used to having."

She shifted a little. "Keep going."

[flickofthewrist]

"Bear in mind that I haven't had a huge amount of experience handling any dicks but my own and the fake ones we have," he told her, massaging Isabelle's cock through the pants a little firmer. He didn't want to overwhelm her too quick so he was taking it slow and not going for skin on skin just yet.

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Isabelle shifted a little bit again. She could feel herself... reacting, even though it wasn't direct contact. Yet.

It was both odd and exciting.

"Good," she breathed, "then we can just both learn together."

[flickofthewrist]

"Once you come, you're not going to want to learn anything but how soft the pillows are," Flick laughed, shaking his head. He massaged Isabelle's dick (that would never not be weird to think), feeling her harden underneath his hand.

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"I know, men have no stamina where it counts." She was getting hard, but that wasn't going to stop her being a little snarky. "It's okay. Then I can nap and recharge for another lesson."

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"So confident that you'll be able to do all that once I'm done," Flick said, pulling his hand away only so he could start working on the buttons and the zip of Isabelle's pants.

"Lift your hips," he murmured, careful to work the pants down over Isabelle's hardening dick so as not to hurt her.

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"You're not going to blow me into a coma," Isabelle retorted as she pushed her hips up, feeling the fabric rub against her with the movement. She made a little noise of surprised pleasure. "I did mention a nap, didn't I?"

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"I could damn sure try," he murmured, smiling widely at that sound. He disposed of the pants and sat back, taking her in.

"You steal my underwear too or buy something new?" he asked, running his hands up the hairier thighs.

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"Both?" Isabelle offered, which she was probably going to have to explain. "I bought these for you a while back ––" Because she was a shopping fiend. "–– but didn't get around to giving them to you yet."

[flickofthewrist]

"How nice of you to steal my underwear for your benefit," Flick said, smirking. He made like he was going to take the shorts off but then stopped, reaching instead to feel the length of her cock out through the thin layer of her shorts now, touch heavier and firmer now.

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Isabelle made another noise. It'd been a good move to get her out of the jeans, because she was seriously starting to get hard now.

And she was kind of mesmerized by watching his hand on the evidence. She'd never caused slight tenting in her own underwear, before.

[flickofthewrist]

"You look enthralled," Flick laughed, reaching down in between Isabelle's legs to palm her balls (again, weird). He rolled them around, watching her face for that reaction.

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Isabelle squirmed, and gave a sharp gasp.

"That's new."

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"Good?" Flick asked, easing off just to make sure he wasn't hurting or doing too much too fast.

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"Good," Isabelle sighed, looking down. "You should do more of that."

She smirked at him, realizing she had a chance to say something that she never usually did.

"Play with my balls, baby."

... Yeah she didn't manage saying that without bursting out laughing right after.

[flickofthewrist]

"Oh my god," Flick said, laughing and pulling away to put his hands on his thighs and laughing. "That sounds so strange coming from you. Jesus Christ."

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Isabelle snickered, her hand half over her mouth, as if that would stop it somehow.

"Sorry." She wasn't sorry. "I just had to say it!"

[flickofthewrist]

"You're lucky that just didn't kill me," Flick said, moving closer and hooking his fingers into the waist of the boxers. "Lift. Now, you're really gonna feel it."

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"Oooh, renewed determination," Isabelle teased, lifting her hips once more. Absolutely no reason to resist or stall when it came to that. She wanted skin on skin. "I like it."