Las Vegas, Thursday Night

[izzyalienqueen]

Almost twelve hours after putting the first DVD in the player, Isabel waved a hand to turn the TV off.

"Okay, I have to admit, hiding from the heat and marathoning King of the Bracelets was a pretty good way to spend the day," she grinned.

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[blessed_twice]

"I hear they're going to release another set with a few more hours of footage," Wyatt said, arm around her shoulders.

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"A few more hours of footage? On one hand, that'd be kind of cool. On the other?" Isabel shifted a bit and stretched her legs out so that her feet rested on the coffee table. "I'm not sure I'm up for sitting longer then twelve hours. I think I've lost feeling in my ass."

[blessed_twice]

Wyatt slid his hand down her back to make a quick grab at the body part in question. "Feels good to me," he grinned.

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"You can thank that hour in the gym four times a week," she replied, shifting to give him easier access. "But let's just say that right now there are tingles that have nothing to do with your touch. Of course if you keep that up, that might change."

[blessed_twice]

Wyatt called on said tingling touch, directing it to her muscles. It wasn't personal gain if it wasn't his butt, right? Not that he cared, since the Elders were lame.

"Maybe we need to learn to rotate positions every couple hours the next time we do something like this," he said.

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"You are very handy to have around," Isabel observed as the numbness disappeared. "I think I'll keep you. But the couch has got to go. We need a bigger one."

As far as changing positions, that sounded like a good idea, so she gently tackled Wyatt until they were stretched out rather cozily on the couch.