Room 406, after workshops

[izzyalienqueen]

Today's First Aid workshop had been easy and Scoobying had been fun. But Isabel still wasn't in the mood to face the crowds in the common rooms this evening. Instead she set up her laptop to watch an episode with the ninth version of Mr. What. Stretched out on her bed, she stared at the screen without really seeing it.

The door was closed.

[ooc: locked to someone specific]

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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Hot fudge," she replied, nipping at his earlobe.

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"Emphasis on the 'hot,' yes," Greg agreed eloquently.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Grinning wickedly, Isabel pushed Greg backwards onto the bed, then carefully followed him. "Oh definitely."

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

Greg smiled. "I like making up," he decided, kissing her again and fading to black.