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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"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."

[flickofthewrist]

"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.

[flickofthewrist]

"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."

[flickofthewrist]

"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."

[flickofthewrist]

"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.

[flickofthewrist]

"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."

[flickofthewrist]

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.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick didn't think she'd last that long. She wasn't practiced at holding onto her control like this and he knew it could be very, very overwhelming.

He slid his mouth further down, taking more and more of her into his mouth before pausing and holding her there. The only part of him that moved was his tongue, swirling and stroking while he kept her in his mouth.

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Yeah, Isabelle didn't like her odds, either. But at least she was holding on now, and that was what counted.

Her mouth felt dry and she couldn't take her eyes off him. This was surreal. So, so surreal and oh so very hot. "Fuck," she said, half in a whisper, her tone almost reverent.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick was going to take that as a compliment. He grinned around her cock and started moving, just a slow bobbing motion, not too much but not so slow that she'd get impatient.

HE reached down to palm her balls again, gently.

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It was very much a compliment.

"-- oh, Angel."

That, too. Her hips gave a little twitch, but didn't surge off the bed even though they wanted to. She could still control that at least. Even if it meant she had to let her head flop back against the pillows.

"Good puppy," she murmured.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick hummed around Isabelle's dick, please with all those reactions. He sucked a little harder, going down further and further until his nose was nearly pressed against Isabelle's stomach.

He held there for a second before pulling off, sucking on the head sharply and swirling his tongue around before licking up and down and up again.

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Isabelle thought the fact that she didn't just unravel right that second was a bonafide miracle. But she was close. She could tell that much. Ish.

... Honestly she'd felt pretty close to coming since he'd put his mouth o her, so there was no way to really be sure.

"I don't know if I can ––" At least she managed to rattle of that many words before she had to pause for a shuddery breath. Her fingers were tight in his hair. "–– warn you."

Well, he'd always been so considerate with her, even when he didn't necessarily need to be, that she wanted to repay the favor. She just wasn't sure she'd be able to.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick appreciated the warning but if she wanted a blowjob, she was going to get one whether she showed exceptional control or no control at all. His eyes flicked up to her to show that he'd heard her but he didn't pull off.

He sucked harder, hollowing out his cheeks and reaching to curl a hand around the part of her cock that he couldn't get a mouth on. He jerked and pulled roughly right in tune with his sucking and licking.

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Honestly, that had been the reaction she'd ben hoping for. Under no circumstances would pulling off her gone over well right now.

It was probably the hand that did it. One second she was holding on (if high on pleasure) and the next, her hips made an involuntary little upward twitch and she was coming, in his mouth, with the kind of whimpery moan that really said all that needed to be said about how she felt right at that moment.

Glorious.