Room 17, Second Floor, Haunted House, Saturday Evening

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Isabelle was so very ready to move out of this place. Yes, living on an even tinier island than usual was maybe quaint and all, and she hadn't had to deal with her roommate much at all, and maybe if you squinted, there was something comfortingly familiar about the presence of the supernatural.

But. That last bit especially was so goddamn annoying. See, when Isabelle was trying to take advantage of the fact that her roommate wasn't around, and trying to, you know, relax and enjoy herself a little, all curled up on her bed in her nice pajamas (because being alone was no reason to look anything less than her best) and scrolling through some of the more not safe for the public kind of stuff she had saved on her phone... The last thing she needed was for some disembodied voice to start crying uncontrollably in the corner of her room. Right as she was about to settle down to watch that one video, too. Pretty boys getting it on didn't go with wailing, thank you very much!

And of course, the crying voice was soon joined by another one. And once those quieted down, there was a brief misty figure on the other side of the room.

"Are you done already?"

When she felt a random instance of pure dread rush through her senses, she slumped down on her bed with a great big annoyed sigh. So ready to move out of this damn place.

[ooc: Closed door, open post if you're up for SP. In all honesty I am mostly posting to use at least a portion of an idea I ran out of time to fully use, la.]

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[flickofthewrist]

"Mmm, I remember that," Flick said, sighing and leaning back further in her chair. "You came twice that night. That was one of my favorite things."

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"Mmm." That was definite agreement, that sound. Her hand traveled a little further down her body. "I came on my fingers and against your leg. And poor you just got to come once."

Although as she remembered it, he'd loved it.

"Has to be the hardest I've ever felt you in my mouth."

[flickofthewrist]

"That's because I had to wait and watch you come twice before I got any relief," Flick pointed out, smiling. "I had a lot of time to get harder and harder before you finally blew me."

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"It was very much worth it, though, wasn't it?" Isabelle asked. Her fingertips brushed against the top of her thigh. "One of your favorites, and everything."

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"It was very worth it, yes," he told her, eyes intent on her fingers and legs. "Pretty sure I came harder than I've come before when it comes to someone sucking me off too."

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"I thought so." In part because she was smug and held herself and her skills in high regard, but a part of her assessment still had to do with his actual reactions.

Her fingers danced over her thigh, and down between her legs, over her underwear. All idle. "It's a rare treat, you know," she added while her fingers brushed over the fabric. "I don't do that for just anyone. With you, though... I actually like it."

[flickofthewrist]

"Do you?" He had to smile at that. Had to. "And why's that?"

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That had been a very easy question to anticipate. "Well, there's the control aspect," Isabelle replied lazily. "Because my head is clear and yours is definitely not. It's easy to get boys to do whatever you want when you use your mouth to your advantage."

Had he figured out yet what she considered to be the main function of a blow job, in the general sense? Yeah.

"But... I like it when you enjoy yourself. I enjoy you enjoying yourself. I like knowing I can make you moan my name, and not because of a leverage thing but because I like making you feel good."

It was actually a little weird for her.

[flickofthewrist]

"You almost seem surprised by that," Flick noted, tilting his head. "Typically only way for yourself when it comes to sex?"

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Isabelle shrugged a shoulder. "It just seems logical to put my focus on myself."

She didn't generally care all that much about the people she slept with. (Present company excluded.) If she had fun, things were good.

[flickofthewrist]

"Mmm." Flick nodded and said nothing else. Just watched her and smiled.

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Isabelle looked amused. "If you just inferred something that makes you feel smug from what I just said," she told him lazily, her fingers moving for a few light strokes over the fabric, "it's okay to show it."

He was special to her.

[flickofthewrist]

"I know it is." He smiled and it was wider than before. "You like me. A lot. You care about me. A lot. And that just changes how you and I screw each other."

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Isabelle snorted at the wording, even though it was true. "Yes, maybe it does." It did. Her touch turned a little firmer for a second, and she bit her lip. "More connected. That's why the wall thing was so hard to take."

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"Sorry."

He just felt like apologizing for that.

"Tell me about how it feels when we're together. And I'm talking about the times when we're doing it slow, when we're that connected. Tell me what you feel."

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The kind of times like that one where he'd made her tear up? Yeah, if she was going to be talking about it, she wasn't going to be looking at him.

But, settling to a slow pace of rubbing circles over her underwear was a great excuse to close her eyes with a sigh. "Good," she said. "It feels good. Everything's intense and drawn out, and I can hear you breathing. My body's tingling all over and every stroke adds to a slow burn in the pit of my stomach. And it's... satisfying. Being that close. I like the frantic things, the biting and the rough stuff, but when we're connected and slow, it's ––"

She sighed again.

"It's like nothing else."

[flickofthewrist]

"Have you never had that with someone before?" Flick asked, dropping his voice and watching her intently. He licked his lips. "Do you want more of that with me? There anything else you want me to make you feel? Help you feel?"

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Isabelle kept her eyes closed. Her fingers were still moving, light circles, and that was enough of a distraction to keep her from thinking too much about what she was saying.

"I've never had that with anyone." Ahaha, like she'd let people get that close. "And I want more of that with you."

But she didn't have an answer for the last question.

[flickofthewrist]

"I want more of that with you too."

He really did. He really, really did. He noticed her lack of answer to the last question but didn't push on it.

"Tell me how you wanna feel that with me, Isabelle. Think about that while you're doing what you're doing. Tell me."

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Isabelle's only answer would have been that she'd know it when she felt it. She hadn't expected or anticipated almost crying while in bed with him, either.

She shifted a little on the bed, moving her legs a little further apart. "Connection? I want to do it straddling you. I want your back against the headboard and I want myself on your lap. I want to press my forehead against yours and I want to stay like that while I'm moving slowly. Your arms around me and your breath on my lips."

[flickofthewrist]

"Would your eyes be open? Would mine?" Flick asked, letting her create the scenario in her head while she was touching herself. "Would we be naked or partially clothed? Morning or night? Your room or mine?"

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"Slow down with the questions," Isabelle told him, although that, too, came out pretty quiet, and almost a sigh. "My room, my bed. Both our eyes open."

It was just better that way.

"For as long as we could." Realist. She shifted again, parting her legs just a little further, and for a reason. She stopped her circular rubbing, although only to tug her underwear more to one side. More direct access. "It'd be morning. You'd wear nothing, I'd wear one of your shirts. You'd hold fistfuls of it while holding me, pulling it tighter against my skin."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick sighed too, eyes on her hand and where it was right now. He shifted in his seat and took a deep breath.

"Sorry. Just wanted to make you picture it in your head like I am in mine," he explained. "And you know that I like when you wear my shirts but I think you like wearing them too. I think it might be a comfort thing. A nice familiarity thing. Right?"

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"It is." Yeah, she could admit that much. Probably had something to do with her fingers stroking over some sensitive skin. "I would've slept in it. I like sleeping in your shirts."

[flickofthewrist]

"Do you want to take a few with you when you go back to New York?" Flick asked her quietly, actually moving until he was sitting on the end of her bed now.

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