Room 406, Friday evening

[izzyalienqueen]

After all the goodbyes this week, Isabel's really not in the mood for common rooms where new faces have replaced old. Instead she pulled out the nice, generic, non-trademarked landscape puzzle she'd ordered a while ago and started to sort through the pieces.

Lowen & Navarro are playing on the stereo and the door is open.

[ooc: I'm around for about the next 45 minutes or so. Then I should be back at some point around 9:00 PST. Possibly earlier but I'm not sure what our plans our. I mean I'm in Vegas for Pete's sake. And I'm here!]

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[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"It may have been mentioned," he murmured, trying to tip her that bit more into his lap.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Then I'm mentioning it again," she said, shifting just enough to land in Greg's lap. "And I'll probably mention it a few more times. Just because." And because if felt nice, Isabel repeated her actions on the other side of his neck.

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

Greg made a happy noise low in his throat, and replied, "Always nice to hear. I might forget or something." He then shifted his attention to her neck, because the boy may have had a slight fixation.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"We can't let that happen," she purred, sighing happily when he hit a sensitive spot. "You might be sad."

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"And nobody likes a sad Greggie," he murmured, kissing up to her ear. "They're mopey and irritating and bad bartenders."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Isn't there a rule against mopey bartendars?" Isabel asked before catching his lips for a kiss.

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"Think so, and I don't want to get fired," he murmured into the kiss.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Can't have that," she whispered, sliding her hands up Greg's arms. "So you'll have to tell me what makes you happy."

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"Oh, that one's easy," he said softly.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Feel like sharing? she asked, resting her forehead against his and smiling.

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"You."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Cheeks pink, Isabel rested her head against Greg's shoulder. "I'm glad to do my part to ensure Caritas has a happy bartender."

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure everyone appreciates it," Greg murmured, nuzzling her hair.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"They'd better. Because it's not like I'm going to let anyone else take over," she pointed out, tracing a finger down his cheekbone.

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"It wouldn't have the same effect," he promised Isabel, kissing her temple.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Nope," Isabel agreed. "Who else would do this?" She kissed him gently on the lips. "Or this?" She asked as she kissed the hollow at the base of his throat. "Or even this?" she finished as she nipped gently on his earlobe.

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure there are tons of girls who'd love to," Greg whispered a little dazedly, running his fingertips up her back. "But you're the only one I'm going to let. Don't you feel lucky?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Like I won the lottery," she whispered, still very focused on nibbling on his ear.

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"Me too," he whispered, skimming his hands under her shirt and over her lower back.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Feels nice," Isabel murmured, sliding her hands into Greg's hair.

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"Likewise," he murmured, nibbling at her neck and letting his fingertips glide over her skin.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Mmmmm" she sighed, her own hands sliding from his hair, down his back to rest on his waist.

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"See, if my parents ever ask why I want to say, I'm going to have to come up with a reason other than this," he mumbled against her neck.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I thought we talked about that," Isabel said with a quiet laugh. "You're staying for the academics and the baked goods." She paused and pulled back for a moment. "It's more then this though, isn't it?" she asked carefully. "More then just physical?"

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"I love you," Greg said, more steadily and louder than he'd ever managed in the past. "It's more than physical."