Room 17, Second Floor, Haunted House, Saturday Evening

[seveninchmotto]

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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[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle snorted, stretching out a little further. "Are you lying? Don't make me check."

Because she might! Or she might now. She was feeling very lazy.

[flickofthewrist]

"I'm not lying," Flick told her, rubbing his thumb against her forehead. He could deal with a hard on for a few moments. "Not at all."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle chuckled quietly. "Yes, you are," she said, shaking her head. But not too much, because she liked his thumb against her forehead. "You just said it was an exceptional show. That and being tension free don't go together."

[flickofthewrist]

"I'm totally fine," he persisted, still rubbing his thumb against her forehead and smiling down at her. "Nothing tense here."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle just smiled at him. "So you prefer an awkward hard-on to a nice bit of relief, then?"

[flickofthewrist]

"Who said I was hard?" Flick asked, shaking his head. "I'm okay without relief."

[seveninchmotto]

"I did, just now," Isabelle replied, just to be a smartass. She reached up to give him a little peck on the chin. "Didn't you hear me?"

[flickofthewrist]

"Yes, you said it," he murmured with a quiet laugh, "but that doesn't make it true, baby."

[seveninchmotto]

"So if you get naked to cuddle with me right now, I won't have something poking my ass when you spoon me?"

Just checking.

[flickofthewrist]

"...nah," Flick said, shaking his head. He hoped that maybe it would be gone by then. Wishful thinking. "I'm all good."

[seveninchmotto]

"Well," said Isabelle, who had no mercy, "get naked."

[flickofthewrist]

"Okay," Flick said, getting off the bed so he could strip his shirt off. It got tossed onto the ground and then he went to work on his pants and shorts and shoes and socks.

He was still hoping that he'd be calmed down by the time he had to crawl into bed behind her.

[seveninchmotto]

At least Isabelle wasn't ogling him at the moment. She rolled onto her side with a soft sigh.

"Oh," she said lightly, "another thing you could think about while I'm gone: that time I let you come on my tongue. And showed you your handiwork. And made you lick up everything that spilled." A beat. "Actually, I should make you do that next time you come between my breasts. Lick it all up."

Was that an idle attempt to make it harder for him to calm down? Yeah, probably.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick sent a look at her back for that one and looked down at himself. Yeah, he hadn't calmed down enough so he was still hard and still unsure of how to hide that.

"You gonna do that the next time you come on my face like you did before?" he asked, slowly getting into bed with her and trying to scoot closer without her feeling his problem.

[seveninchmotto]

Ahaha, good luck with that, Flick. Especially since she was going to lean right back into him as soon as he was close enough.

"I think I might," she mused. "If you get dirty, you've earned it."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick couldn't really hide it when she did that. He just made a noise at having his cock pressed against since it was sensitive and sighed at being caught because yeah.

He didn't say anything.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle sighed and smirked to herself. And shifted a little so his cock slid against her skin.

"And you thought you could hide that," she tsked.

[flickofthewrist]

"I thought it'd go away by the time you wanted to cuddle," Flick told her, biting the inside of his cheek. "I was wrong."

[seveninchmotto]

"Of course you were," Isabelle told him, sounding amused. "Too bad for you."

[flickofthewrist]

"Too bad for me," Flick agreed, resting his forehead against her shoulder. "Just don't move too much and it'll go away."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle, being the pain in the ass that she was, squirmed lazily against him.

"So I shouldn't do that?"

[flickofthewrist]

"No, you shouldn't do that," he mumbled, hissing and trying not to move his hips against her ass. "Stop that or it won't go away."

[seveninchmotto]

That just meant she had to do it again.

Yeah, sorry.

"Oh, it'll still go away eventually. Just maybe in a different way."

[flickofthewrist]

"Izzy, stop being an ass," he laughed, trying to keep her hips and ass away from his cock. "I'm sensitive right now and trying to just ignore it."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle shifted backwards. He wasn't getting away from her that easily! Because she was an ass. And wanted to annoy her with her ass, as well.

She snickered. "But why?"