Las Vegas, Sunday evening

[izzyalienqueen]

So it had been an eventful weekend. But it was over and for the moment everything was right with the world.

Well almost everything.

Snuggled up to Wyatt as they watched the Golden Globes and critiqued outfits, Isabel ran her fingers through Wyatt's now much shorter hair. "I'm not sure I'll ever get used to this."

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"I wasn't sure I was going to be able to do it," she said, wrapping her arms around Wyatt's neck. "That's why I didn't say anything. I didn't want to get your hopes up."

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"I don't look like a dork anymore," Wyatt said. "Now Chris can't mock me. I have the best girlfriend ever."

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"I'll send him pictures," Isabel warned. "Unless you promise to make me very, very happy."

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"Noooooooooo," Wyatt said. "I'll do anything you want. Just say the word."

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Technically it was two words. "Bed. Now."

They could find out the last few awards online in the morning.

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The nice thing about being able to orb was that "now" really was "now." In a heartbeat they were no longer in the living room on the couch, but in the bedroom on the bed. "That fast enough?" Wyatt said.

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"Perfect," Isabel smiled, reaching to unbutton Wyatt's shirt. "And now we can go slow since we've got all night."

The joy of Monday being a holiday with no classes scheduled.

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"Mmm hmm," Wyatt said, sliding his hands up under Isabel's shirt. "Allllllll night."