izzyalienqueen | Room 406, Wednesday, late afternoon

A unexpected phone call had changed Isabel's plans for at least the weekend. After all, there's no sense in going to LA and not spending some time there. She hung up with Angel and then made a call to arrange transportation. That done, she made a few more calls to let people know she'd be out of town.

Phone calls made, Isabel pulled her bag out from under her bed and started to pack.

The door's open.

[ooc: Open to all. Thread with Greg is getting NWS. Just in case anyone in an office wants to read. Yes, I do mean you! ;-)]

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"He's a vampire," Isabel said, nuzzling his neck. "A souled vampire. Who's very sweet, and nice. He's also a good friend. Even if he is incapable of picking up a phone just to say hi."

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"...like a giant version of Rory's dog?" Greg asked Isabel's hair. "So he'll keep you safe?"

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She giggled, "He's not quite as hyper. In fact if you look up stoic or broody in the dictionary, you'd see Angel's picture." Isabel started walking backwards towards her bed, tugging Greg with her. "He'll look out for me. Promise."

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"And you won't put yourself in danger on purpose?" Greg asked, happily going with her. "No heroics?"

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"I had enough heroics with with the mummies," Isabel said. "Angel's the hero. Complete with prophecies and a destiny of his very own. He can deal with danger." She sat down on the bed and pushed herself back to lean against the headboard. "I just feel bad leaving here. Leaving you," she admitted quietly.

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Greg offered a small smile. "I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. And if it'll make you feel better, I'll stay out of Aeryn's and Anakin's and Callisto's way while you're gone."

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"It will. Even though I'm not sure I want to know why you have to avoid Aeryn." She took his hand and started to massage it gently. "I just feel bad because I'm leaving and the session is almost over."

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"But that's not that big a deal," Greg murmured. "And you won't be gone that long, right?"

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"Hopefully I'll be back by Sunday," Isabel said, lifting his hand and kissing his fingertips. "I'll do my thing, Angel will do his thing. I'll harass Logan a bit, we'll have dinner and then I'll come home."

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"And you'll be in touch?" he ensured, watching her.

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"My cell plan doesn't cover changes in dimensions unfortunately," she said sadly. "But I'll try to steal Angel's. He'll just have to deal." She turned his hand and placed a kiss in his palm. "I'll miss you."

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Greg leaned over the bed and kissed her. "Likewise."

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"Stay?" she asked, bringing her hands up to cup his face.

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"You'd have to beat me away with a cricket bat," Greg told her between kisses, scooting closer and wrapping his arms around her.

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"You're safe then," Isabel smiled, kissing her way to his ear. "I don't have a cricket bat."

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"A baseball bat would work, too," he told her, burying his face against her neck.

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She nibbled at his earlobe, then placed a kiss right behind it. "Huh, I don't have one of those either. Guess I'm stuck with you."

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"It's okay. I'm well-behaved and I don't take up much room," Greg said softly, kissing along the curve of her throat. "And I'll make it worth it to keep me around."

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"So's a hamster," Isabel teased, making up for it by running her fingers down his spine and then slipping them under Greg's shirt to rest on his waist. "Promises, promises..."

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"I can make good on my promise," Greg told her, slowly shifting his attention to the other side of her neck. His hands, meanwhile, had found their way under her shirt to her lower back.

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"Oh really?" Isabel sighed, tilting her head to give him better access. Her hands skimmed up his sides and back down before she lightly tugged on his shirt.

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Greg pulled back a little, raising a brow, and pulled his shirt over his head. "Yes, really. I'm a man of my word," he murmured, moving back to kissing her neck and lightly skimming his fingertips along her stomach while gently toying with her shirt.

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"I see," she murmured, pushing Greg down to sprawl on the bed. Isabel reached up and pulled off the scrunchie holding back her hair. She leaned forward, letting it spill over her shoulders until it brushed against his chest. "Hi," she whispered before kissing his collarbone.