izzyalienqueen ([personal profile] izzyalienqueen) wrote2009-05-29 10:09 pm
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Las Vegas, very very very late Friday night

As if coordinating a reception for several hundred people wasn't difficult enough, tonight there had been parrots, lots and lots of extremely loud parrots. Since Isabel's new position as assistant to the assistant to the assistant to the assistant of the head banquet manager (or as she thought of herself, head gopher) was at the bottom of the totem pole, she wound up being responsible for helping clean-up the birds' rather frequent messes.

She consoled herself with the thought that at least the job paid enough to cover the summer rent on her new apartment until her roommate moved in for the fall semester.

After a long shower, Isabel was still too awake to sleep so she flipped on the TV and curled up on the couch. Except she wound up thinking more about the events of the other day then the documentary on the Discovery Channel.
blessed_twice: (Wyatt is staring at you and thinking)

[personal profile] blessed_twice 2009-06-01 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
"He's okay," Wyatt said with a small shrug. "Settling into the manor again. The Book's back up in the attic where we both can use it."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2009-06-01 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
A closet. She was going to lock them both into a closet until they got over whatever issues they had. And if they tried to orb out, she'd just toss them back in. Without opening the door.

"Hopefully you won't have to use it too often. Maybe just knowing you're both back will be enough to convince the demon population to behave."

[personal profile] blessed_twice 2009-06-01 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
Issues? What issues? No, no issues here.

"They've been pretty quiet lately," Wyatt smirked. "They know better than to mess with me."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2009-06-01 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Cocky much?" Isabel teased. "Except that I really don't mind. It gives me time to mess with you."

[personal profile] blessed_twice 2009-06-01 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe just a little bit," Wyatt grinned. "But I like it better when you mess with me than when demons do."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2009-06-01 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Because there's less chance of bruising and winding up covered in slime?"

[personal profile] blessed_twice 2009-06-01 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Unless Anders and Bridge are around and jello is involved," Wyatt said.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2009-06-01 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
"See now," Isabel replied, tipping her head up and nibbling lightly on Wyatt's jaw. "I enjoyed the jello. But not with Anders and Bridge around."

[personal profile] blessed_twice 2009-06-01 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
"They're not invited," Wyatt agreed, leaning back on the couch and pulling Isabel with him.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2009-06-01 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
"We don't," she murmured in between kisses, "have to worry about anyone walking in on us."

At least until mid-August.

[personal profile] blessed_twice 2009-06-01 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Then we should take advantage of that," Wyatt said, his hands already finding their way under her top.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2009-06-01 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
Isabel smiled and moved to straddle Wyatt's lap. "It's tempting. But so's that queen sized bed in the bedroom. No more tiny dorm bed."

[personal profile] blessed_twice 2009-06-01 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Ooh, good point," Wyatt said. "We're not going to know what to do with that much space. But I'm sure we can figure it out real quick."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2009-06-02 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
"I've got a few ideas," she grinned as she attempted to tug his shirt over his head. Just ignore the rocking of her hips. Isabel was only trying to find a comfortable position. Really!!!

[personal profile] blessed_twice 2009-06-02 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
Wyatt reluctantly released Isabel long enough to lift his arms over his head so Isabel could take off his shirt. In doing so, he had to lift his hips up and press against her. You know, so that she could tug the shirt free.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2009-06-04 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
Yup, just so she could get his shirt free. That was all.

Honestly.

Now there was all that warm skin to lightly scratch her nails over as she searched for the sensitive parts.

"You know," Isabel mused, "I was all tired and emo before you got here. I'm not sure where this energy came from."