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 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.

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"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.

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"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!"

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"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."

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"What you wanted, right?" Flick asked, raising an eyebrow and tossing the shorts away so he could get his first look at her. "My, my. Someone got lucky in the anatomy department."

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"This change took away my perfect breasts, it had to give me something in return."

Of course she'd say that. Of course. But she wasn't wrong, either. It wasn't as if she was huge, or anything, but... nicely proportionate to the size of her current body.

She bit her lip, watching him. Watching her. "I'm trying very hard not to quip about dessert," she informed him. Then, after a beat, "Or about how I just said anything about trying hard."

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"Does suddenly having a dick make you even worse at jokes than usual?" Flick wondered, reaching to finally wrap a hand around her, skin against skin. He just held on, feeling the difference himself before stroking lightly.

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"I'm great at jokes."

Less so at arguing when his hand was on her and you know, even with the lightness of his touch, the lack of a fabric made a whole lot of difference.

She inhaled a deep breath.

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"You are not," Flick said, punctuating that statement by twisting his wrist and rubbing a thumb across the head of Isabelle's dick.

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"Fuck," Isabelle sighed, with a strangled little whimper at the end of the word. It wasn't an intense thing as such, but it was just so new that everything was heightened. "So that's what that feels like."

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"Yep," Flick said, quickening his strokes just the tiniest bit and keeping the touch firm and steady. "Curiosity satisfied? Should I stop?"

He knew the answer to that one.

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"I'll make you regret it if you do." Hope that was clear enough. A bit forceful, maybe, but there was lust in her voice. Want.

She was really pretty hard in his hand.

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"You'd be hard pressed to do much of anything if you're this hard," Flick said, snickering and giving her a few more quick, firm strokes. "It's not easy to walk around."

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"My legs have pretty long reach right now," she pointed out. Distractedly. A stray mmmmh escaped her, between the sentences. "Could kick you."

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"I'd just make sure I was out of your reach," he said, pulling his hand away but replacing it very quickly with his mouth. He just touched his tongue to the head of Isabelle's cock, licking and swirling his tongue around very gently.

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The next words that left Isabelle's lips might have been a curse. It was pretty hard to tell, they came out in a rush. Had to do with the equal initial rush of pleasure at the lick.

She was once more watching raptly, trying to wrap her mind around what she was seeing.

And feeling.

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"You okay?" Flick asked, pulling off slightly and looking up at her. "Need me to slow down or anything?"

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Isabelle took this chance to take a deep breath, just watching him.

Then she reached out and tried to run her fingers through his hair. It would've been pretty sweet had she not said, "I'll tell you when to stop."

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Flick arched his eyebrows, delight passing over his face before he nodded easily.

"Message received," he said and lowered his mouth back down, taking more of Isabelle into his mouth now, sucking sharply.

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That look of delight was the best thing Isabelle had seen all day.

And then his mouth was on her cock again, and more this time, and then that was the best thing Isabelle had seen all day.

She kept her hand in his hair, for now. Not really doing much except involuntary twitches of her fingers when she gave a hiss at the sharper sucking. She had to wonder how long she would last, with her lack of practice.