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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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel never realized the skin of her elbow could be so sensitive. She shivered and closed her eyes.

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

Greg liked that reaction.

So he repeated the gesture on the opposite elbow.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

More shivering. There might have been some clutching happening about now as well.

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

That would be why Greg shifted his attentions to her neck, kissing and nipping gently.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Talking right now? Not happening. Instead Isabel ran her fingers through his hair before trailing them down his back.

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Greg was back to slipping his hands under her shirt and lightly scratching her back.

And this time he didn't skip over her bra clasp, but let his fingertips linger there as though asking permission.

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It took a moment for Isabel to realize what Greg was asking. She hestitated for the barest second before nodding and quietly whispering "yes". Her own hands tugged gently, pulling his t-shirt up.

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Greg moved his hands from her back long enough for his shirt to be tugged over his head, then set back to work on her bra clasp.

Having no experience with bra clasps, it took him a moment before he got it undone.

He might have seemed just a bit pleased with himself.

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Isabel smiled and tipped her head up to kiss him. Her hands immediately went returned to his back. Fingers skimming over it lightly.

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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.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

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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"I wonder why," she huffed, turning her head to gently nip at his collarbone.

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"We don't have to do anything," Greg whispered, lightly tracing his thumbs up her sides. "Just say the word, and I'll stop."

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Isabel nodded. "I know you would," she said quietly, pressing a soft kiss against his jaw. "I trust you."

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"Okay," he said throatily, kissing her temple and sliding his hands up a little bit farther, gently rubbing slow circles and trying to focus on the moment.

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It's funny how you can suddenly lose the ability to breath. Isabel gasped and bit her lip, lost in the feel of his touch.

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

Greg took that as a sign of encouragement, and kept up what he had been doing as he began to kiss her neck.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

She made a small sound of sheer pleasure. Unconsciously her hands traveled up his back, one stopping to clench at his shoulder, the other continuing up to run shaky fingers through his hair.

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"Okay?" he whispered against her ear.

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"Yes," she breathlessly. "I just never...It feels nice." And to demonstrate how nice, her own hands started to move in slow circles against his chest.

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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.