Las Vegas, Saturday morning

[izzyalienqueen]

For a change, fortune had smiled on Isabel's weekend plans. She had only a little bit of classwork to do, she didn't have to work until Monday evening, and for once the demon population of a future version of San Francisco had decided to lay low for a while which meant Wyatt was sprawled next to her for snuggling purposes.

Sleepily, Isabel contemplated the clock, decided it was too early for coffee and rolled back over to go to sleep. There was a quiet weekend to look forward to.

She had no idea what was happening in Fandom.

[For the boyfriend and weetiny children making phone calls]

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[blessed_twice]

"Maybe if we offered a really big tip?" Wyatt yawned.

Or he could orb to get some. But that would require putting on pants, which he didn't want to do at the moment.

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No pants. Pants would interfere with Isabel's plans for the next little while. The hell with it, there were frozen waffles in the refrigerator.

"It still means one of us would have to get up to answer the door. Don't want to move."

[blessed_twice]

"We may starve," Wyatt said, drawing Isabel on top of him. "But it'll be worth it."

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She didn't resist in the least. "We might starve, but we'll be happy while we do it."

Pushing her hair back, Isabel grinned down at Wyatt. "Good morning."

[blessed_twice]

"Good morning," Wyatt grinned back. And some parts of him were a lot more awake than others.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Well aware of exactly how awake those parts were, Isabel dropped a line of kisses along Wyatt's collarbone as she slowly shifted her body lower.

And then the phone rang with Ronan's ringtone. "Dammit."

As much as she wanted to ignore it, she knew if he was calling this early it had to be important.

After TKing the phone to her hand, Isabel answered the call.