Room 406, afternoon

[izzyalienqueen]

After Mythologies and Criminal Justice, then a stop at Professor Rogers' office, Isabel returned to her room and waited for Wyatt to turn up for the promised snuggles.

Hopefully she'd be able to stop facepalming before he got there.

The door was open.

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[blessed_twice]

". . . like you need to ask twice?" Wyatt said, kissing her back.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I didn't think I needed to ask once," she smiled, snuggling close. "But sometimes it's nice to hear."

[blessed_twice]

"I want to stay with you," Wyatt said. "Right here in this bed until we have to go to class. Or eat."

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"We can order in." Isabel kissed her way along Wyatt's jaw to his ear and nipped lightly. "And I don't have class till tomorrow."

[blessed_twice]

"I'm free 'til Wednesday," Wyatt said. He winced a little. "Lawyering up. Please tell me Peter's brother doesn't listen to the radio."

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"Oh ouch. Yeah, that could be bad," she admitted, propping her chin on his chest as the worry she'd felt about Peter earlier came back. "But he probably has other things on his mind. Whatever happened with Peter this weekend, I don't think it was good. He was pretty unhappy in class today. And it wasn't about wacky weekend hook-ups."

[blessed_twice]

He ran one hand through her hair. "Wherever he was from, it wasn't a good place," he said. "Did you see him at all? He was still Peter, but his face was scarred, and he seemed a lot harder." Pause. Cough. "I mean in attitude. They were rounding up all the people with powers in his world, I think, though when I -- when Christian -- was talking to him, he thought he meant they were gathering up everyone who was gay and imprisoning them."

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Despite being worried, Isabel couldn't help but snicker briefly at the unintentional innuendo. "I didn't see him. But that explains some of it. Imprisoning anyone, no matter what the reason, that's not good."

[blessed_twice]

"Yeah," Wyatt said. "His world wasn't safe. Kind of like how I'd be in trouble if I ended up in Salem during the witch trials." He squeezed Isabel gently. "Can we just vanquish all the mean people?" he murmured.

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"Like I'd be in trouble now. Off island, if anyone found out the truth." Which was something she thought about more often as graduation approached. But she wasn't going to think about it now. Not when she was warm and safe and comfortable with Wyatt. "I like that idea. Only the nice people would be left."

[blessed_twice]

"I'll poke Chris and we can start working on a spell," Wyatt said. "We can send all the mean people to Timbuktoo. Or the moon."

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"The moon is nice and far away," she considered. "You should do that. Later. For now? I have some other ideas. Ones that would make Alison happy. Poor girl was a little frustrated."

[blessed_twice]

"Got something in mind?" Wyatt said, nuzzling her neck.

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"Checkers?" Isabel asked. Ignore the hands that slowly slid under his shirt to rub against warm skin.

[blessed_twice]

"There's lots of jumping in that game, isn't there?" Wyatt said, pressing closer to those hands he was ignoring.

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"There can be. If you make the right moves." She might have been making some moves of her own.