The Arms Hotel, Room of the stripper pole, afternoon

[izzyalienqueen]

So the weekend had been interesting.

She'd had an affair with her boyfriend, a catfight with Summer, gone trolling for cheap sex with Parker, had angry sex with Chris and then woken up with him to mutual flailing.

Fortunately Parker had been kind enough to let her use her room to shower, change clothes, and work up the courage to head to the other floor.

Eventually Isabel did manage to make her way back to the room. Only to stop inside the door when she realized that the maids hadn't been by to clean yet. It was obvious Wyatt had had a good time the night before. The question was, with who. Isabel was pretty sure she knew.

Somehow the thought that he was going to be as facepalmy as she was wasn't much of a comfort.

Ignoring the sticky remains of whipped cream and melted candle wax, Isabel started to pack her bag for the trip back to school.

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"It wasn't his fault," Isabel reminded him. "It's just...awkward."

Speaking of awkward...

"Do you think we could make a stop in Roswell after we leave here?"

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"Sure, we can do that," Wyatt said. "How come?"

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"I need him to, I just need to talk to him about something," she said, nervously playing with her hair where it was pulled forward over her shoulders.

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"Him? Your brother?" Wyatt asked. He reached over to brush her hair back.

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Isabel immediately reached up and pushed Wyatt's hand away. "Please don't," she said in a whisper. "I need to talk to Max."

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"Isabel, what's wrong?" Wyatt said. "What aren't you telling me? Did he hurt you?" That he might not be able to forgive Chris for, even if he wasn't himself.

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It would be wonderful if the floor would open up and swallow her, Isabel thought, her face a brilliant shade of red. She dropped her hand but didn't push her hair back. "He didn't hurt me," she promised.

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Wyatt pushed her hair back. When he saw the red marks on her neck, he didn't say a word, just brought his hand up to them and healed them away.

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Isabel tilted her head and lifted her shoulder to trap his hand where it was. "Thank you."

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Hurting Chris, just a little, might make him feel better. But he tried to banish that thought. "It's okay," he said, rubbing his fingers against her neck.

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"You can't," Isabel told him, fairly certain she knew what he was thinking. "Go beat up some demons instead. I'll help."

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"I think my vampire professor may really be a vampire," Wyatt said. "Maybe we should stake him."

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She laughed a little and slid close, wrapping her arms around him. "You just want to get out of your midterm."

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Wyatt held her tightly. "Maybe," he said. "More fun to IM or call you than study."

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"And how can we forget online Scrabble?" Isabel asked, holding Wyatt just as tightly.

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"Only on the sites that let us use dirty words," Wyatt said, gently bumping his forehead against hers.

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"Perv," Isabel murmured as she brushed her lips over his in a brief kiss.

"So happy one year?"

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Wyatt looked confused for a moment, then realized the date. "Fandom," he said, "has a really sick sense of humor. Happy one year." He leaned in to kiss her back.

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She returned the kiss but pulled away before it got too heated; still out of sorts because of the morning as well as what the state of the room implied. "What do you think? Finish packing up then head out? We can go for dinner."

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"I am all for getting out of here as soon as possible," Wyatt agreed.

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"Give me five minutes and I'll be all packed."

But the five minutes could start in a moment or two. Right now Isabel just wanted another hug.

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Wyatt and his arms weren't going anywhere anytime soon.

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Finally Isabel did pull away, smiling softly as she did so. "Come on. Let's get out of here."

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Wyatt reluctantly let go of her, then stood and packed as quickly as he could, which consisted of stuffing everything into his bag without any semblance of folding. "Ready when you are," he said.

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Her bag was only slightly more organized. After one last shove, Isabel zipped her bag shut, grabbed her purse and reached for Wyatt's hand.

"Never been readier."

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Wyatt squeezed her hand, and orbed them away from Fandom.