Room 406, Late Afternoon, early evening

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel's spent the afternoon in the common room kitchen handwavily cooking dinner. Now everything is carefully arranged on covered plates, ready to be reheated at the appropriate time. There's a blanket and candles set up picnic style on the floor. But for now, Isabel's playing solitare on the laptop while she waits for Greg to arrive.

When her email blinked, she smiled when she saw the message.


[Door's closed, but feel free to knock!]

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[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"Sounds like a plan," he said, nodding and planting a kiss on her neck.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"A good plan," she said. Unfortunatley it was a plan that required moving. With a small whimper, Isabel disentangled herself and got up from the bed. It only took a moment to bring the laptop over and prop it on a chair next to the bed. A minute after that, the credits started and Isabel was back, stretched out on the bed, curled into Greg's side. "Hi again," she said, nipping at his ear.

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"Missed you," he said doofily, wrapping his arms around her.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I know," she agreed. "It was a horribly long two minutes." Isabel rested her chin on chest and smiled. "I'm not going anywhere now."

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"Good," he replied, kissing her temple and focusing on the screen.

[And lo, there was movie-watching and science geekery and some more making out. But all of that happened offscreen, as we have woefully faded to black.]