Room 406, Late Afternoon

[izzyalienqueen]

For a Monday, it had been an incredible day. It's true that cake baking was less then successful, still the frosting was tasty and she'd had a good conversation with Molly. Then there was skywriting, which probably ranks as the best surprise in quite a while, maybe ever.

Considering it was still fairly early in the day, it could only get better. Still smiling, she opened the door to her room.

[ooc: locked to Greg, conversation NFB]

[ETA: Venturing into NWS areas... Just so you know]

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"Now, if I could get a weetiny plane and someone to fly it in here," Greg mused.

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"For more skywriting?" Isabel asked as she shut the door behind them.

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"Tiny skywriting," Greg said. "I would totally hire, like, a mouse."

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"I'm still holding out for the weetiny bunnies to come back," she smiled. "What would you have them write?" Kicking off her sandals, Isabel sat down cross-legged on her bed.

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Greg kicked off his shoes. "Probably what I had Anakin write," he said, joining her. "Or maybe something about how I like cookies or something."

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"Go me," he started to say.

Then he was just a little busy kissing her and sliding his hands a little further up her back.

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Isabel skimmed her hands up Greg's sides and around to his back, her fingers lightly tracing up and down his spine. "Does this earn me another star?" she asked breathlessly.

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"Several," he promised, his fingertips skipping over her bra and lightly ghosting between her shoulder blades.

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"Mmm..." Isabel purred. "I'll have a collection then." She shifted position then, rising to her knees as she uncrossed her legs. With a smile, Isabel pulled her hands out from under Greg's shirt and rested them against his chest for a moment before pushing him down to the bed. She followed him half a second later.

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"I tipped over."

Way to state the obvious, Greg.

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Greg made pleased noise low in his throat, and skimmed his hands up her now-bare back, pushing her shirt up as he did so.

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She sat up and pulled both her shirt and bra over her head, tossing them to the side even as she quicklylaid back down and burrowed against his side.

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Greg smiled and leaned down to kiss her, letting his hands lightly brush over her stomach.

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Focusing on Greg made it easier to avoid being completely self-conscious, although Isabel is pretty certain she's probably bright red right now. Deliberately she started to trace shapes on his chest. If he thought about it he might recognize the letter I, the shape of a heart, and a letter G.

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Greg smiled and let his hands venture a little higher, tentatively. "You're very warm," he murmured.

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Greg made a soft whimpery noise into her neck. "It does," he agreed, kissing along her shoulder.

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Isabel made a sound suspiciously like a purr as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

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Greg slid one hand along her back, trailing a fingertip along her spine.

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She shivered, arching against him and catching his lips in a kiss.

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He wrapped his hands around her waist and kept her close, deepening the kiss.

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"Thank you," he drawled, kissing her on the cheek and taking the shirt, which he tugged over his head.

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"Not a problem," she grinned. Isabel looked down at the shirt she was currently clutching against her chest before shaking it out and pulling it over her head. "So? Any idea of what you want to watch? I've borrowed a few from people. They're on the desk if you want to take a look."

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"You can pick," he told her, lounging on the bed and running a hand over his face. It's possibe he was trying to transition from 'Wheee, making out!' to 'Yay, low-key movie time.'

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Isabel did just that, randomly selecting a movie and loading it into the laptop before setting the laptop down where they could see it from the bed. "Hi," she said as she stretched out next to Greg on the bed, trying hard to resist the urge to slip her hands back under his shirt. Movie, she repeated to herself. Movie.

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"Hi," he said softly, reaching for her hand. "You were gone forever and ever."