izzyalienqueen ([personal profile] izzyalienqueen) wrote2006-06-27 07:48 am
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Room 406, Early Tuesday Morning

Despite having no workshops on Monday, it had certainly been a busy day for Isabel. She'd enjoyed the afternoon at the spa convincing everyone about Sven's magic hands. Then there's been the trip to Caritas to talk to Jarod about her plan to make Parker smile while she was trapped in Blue Cove. She's still not happy that Jarod is planning on going with her but stopping him would probably like stopping Michael when he put his mind to something. Impossible. Once she'd returned to the dorms, Isabel made a quick stop at Peter's room to pick Greg up before returning to 406 to pass out for the night.

Tuesday morning as the sun rose and light started to filter into the room, Isabel was still sound asleep wrapped up in her blankets.

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-06-27 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
He nipped lightly at her lower lip before pulling back a little to rest his forehead against hers. "Did I miss anything fascinating while I was tiny and spiky?" he asked softly.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-06-27 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not particularly," Isabel said, closing her eyes and just enjoying the moment. "There was spa day yesterday, that's why I left you with Peter. And some plotting with Jarod. But otherwise, it's been quiet. I've been so wrapped up in getting this party planned that I really haven't been paying to much attention to the rest of the world."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-06-27 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Plotting with Jarod?" Greg asked, an eyebrow raised as he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "Should I worry?"

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-06-27 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"No," Isabel smiled, "It's just something we want to do for Parker since she's being forced into going home for the Fourth." And that was the truth. Greg didn't have to worry about what she was plotting. Worrying about where she was going was another story, but since that involved confidences she wouldn't break, she kept quiet.

Tipping her face into his hand, she trapped it against her shoulder. "I missed you doing that."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-06-27 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Poor Parker," he murmured, running his thumb over Isabel's cheek. "And I missed you, period. I mean, sure, I was around, but it's hardly the same."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-06-27 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh I get that," she said quietly. "It wasn't the same at all. I've gotten spoiled by your hugs. I missed them." Isabel tipped her head forward, resting it against Greg's shoulder. "God, I'm being a sap aren't I?"

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-06-27 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, if you are, then I'm worse," he said softly.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-06-27 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"We'll call it even," Isabel smiled, then shifted to lay back on the bed, tugging at Greg's t-shirt so that he came with her. "There's still time till we have to be at First Aid. We could start making up for what we were missing."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-06-27 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Greg grinned, allowing himself to be tugged. "I'm never going to pass that up," he said, leaning in close.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-06-27 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Isabel sighed happily as she burrowed into his side. "I missed this."

[And FTB but OMG, no Dirty!]