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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[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

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

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

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

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

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

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"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.

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

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."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Cookies huh? A skywritten proclamation of your love of chocolate chip cookies perhaps?" Isabel teased, ruffling his hair.

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"'Greg/cookies OTP,'" he said, nodding.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I'm oddly jealous of the chocolate chips. So? Still no hair gel?" she asked as her fingers started repeating their travels from the night before.

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"Sadly, no," he said, leaning over to kiss her neck. "It's very depressing."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Awww... What can I do to cheer you up?" Turning her head and gently biting his earlobe seemed like a good place to start, so Isabel did just that.

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"Oh, any number of things," Greg whispered, winding his hands in her hair. "Be creative."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Like this?" she murmured, kissing her way down his neck.

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"That's creative," Greg agreed softly. "You get a gold star."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I'm an overachiever," Isabel said in between kisses. "I want another one." Her hands drifted to Greg's waist, sliding under the hem of his t-shirt and lightly brushing against his skin.

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"You get two," he told her, nipping at her ear and gently sliding his thumbs under her shirt to touch her lower back.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Yay," she whispered, arching her back at his touch. "It feels nice."

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"Gold star for me?" he asked, tracing his fingertips over her lower back. "Or am I only ranking in the silver?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Forget gold. You get platinum." And then she forgot about talking, focusing instead on kissing him soundly.

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"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.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

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.

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

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

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"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.

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"I tipped over."

Way to state the obvious, Greg.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Are you okay?" she asked, "Or is there anything I need to kiss and make feel better? Like here maybe?" Smiling, Isabel leaned in to kiss the hollow at the base of his throat.

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"That's good," he murmured, moving a little to kiss the inside of her elbow.