Room 406, evening

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Isabel spent the afternoon unpacking and getting settled back into her room. Now she was sitting with her laptop, laughing at what Maria had shared with her on Google Reader.

The door was open.

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"Mmm, me too," Wyatt said. Don't mind him tugging Isabel toward the bed.

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"You don't want your present?" Isabel asked. It funny how Wyatt was suddenly so much stronger then she was.

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"You mean I'm not unwrapping it right now?" Wyatt said innocently, tugging at Isabel's shirt.

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"Stop that!" she laughed, batting at his hands. "No you're not. Open the box first. Then we'll talk."

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"If you insist," Wyatt sighed, holding his hand out for the box.

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Isabel handed over the box and sat back to watch Wyatt open it. "Consider it a late graduation gift."

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Wyatt opened up the box and withdrew its contents. "A new phone? Cool!"

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"Not just a new phone," she said, pushing a button that produced a handful of gummi bears. "A Bridge phone. For the Fall."

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Wyatt eyed the gummi bears. "I've heard about his phones," he said. "Is candy always included?"

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"Xander's does Twinkies. Mine does Tabasco flavored chocolates," Isabel grinned. "So yeah, usually. It also has a pretty limitless battery and can do time and dimensions. Which I'm thinking will be pretty useful."

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"Definitely," Wyatt said. "And let's not get our phones mixed up. Okay?" He winked at her.

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"No, the Tabasco soaked pancakes were enough," she chuckled, plucking the phone from his hand and setting it aside.

"So now that I've given you your present? What do you feel like doing for the rest of the evening?"

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Wyatt pretended to think. "What's on TV tonight?"

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"Crazy brides, or Iron Chef," Isabel told him. "But we're not going to watch TV."

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". . . but crazy brides!" Wyatt mock-protested.

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"Catch the rerun," she said, reaching for the hem of Wyatt's shirt. "I've got other things in mind."

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"Something better than bridezillas?" Wyatt said.

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"Way, way, way better then bridezillas," Isabel promised as she slid her hands up his sides, taking his shirt with them.

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"I'm liking it so far," Wyatt said, lifting up his arms so she could pull his shirt over his head.

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"Only like?" Isabel asked.

The shirt went flying as she moved in to investigate the contours of Wyatt's collarbone.

[Heading out. Back after 11:00ish]

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Wyatt made a happy noise. "Okay, more than like," he said.

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Isabel didn't have anything to say. She just focused on changing more then like to 'Oh my god don't ever stop!' Which would be why her hands were slowly, okay, not so slowly, wandering.

It had been a long three weeks.

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Wyatt stiffened (not dirty) (okay, yeah, dirty) and bit his lip. "Definitely way more than like," he said.

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"I can tell," Isabel murmured against the skin of Wyatt's shoulder. "What else do you like?"

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He ran a hand through her hair. "This," he purred, then slid his hand to her shoulder. "This." He eased his hand down to her chest. "These," he grinned.