Room 406, Sunday morning

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel woke up, warm and comfortable. Yesterday had been fun. There was cheerleader bonding in Buffy's room before the game. The basketball game was a lot of fun. Then there was the after party. Afterwards she and Greg had come back up to her room to watch some downloaded episodes of Mr. What, during which they'd apparently fallen asleep.

She sighed with contentment and waited for Greg to wake up.

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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

She'd never admit to purring. But Isabel did make a noise that was suspiciously purr-like. She pulled back for a minute and rested her forehead against his. "So, have any plans for the day?"

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"I was thinking of rearranging my sock drawer," he said seriously. "But otherwise, no."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"The sock drawer can wait," Isabel smiled. "Because I don't plan on getting up anytime soon and company would be nice." She leaned around to nip at his earlobe again. "Of course if it's utterly dire that the drawer gets rearranged right now. You can leave. I'll survive."

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"It can wait," he decided, turning to kiss her again. "There are much, much more pressing matters to attend to."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Good priorities," she murmured against his lips as she ran her fingers through his hair.

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"Prioritizing is 'mportant," he mumbled, pulling her a little closer as we fade to black, yays."