izzyalienqueen ([personal profile] izzyalienqueen) wrote2006-12-19 09:18 pm

Room 406, later in the evening

Isabel was freezing by the time she made it back to her room. The leather pants and trashy, low cut top did nothing to replace the coat she'd used to cover up before they left for Aziraphale's. It hadn't been needed during their trip to the Underworld, so she'd left it at the apartment.

Fortunately, they'd gotten what they were looking for, even if doing so meant she had to play vapid blonde and hang on Cam. Of course that lasted only as long as it took for the fighting to start. But they'd gotten out without any injuries, a fact that Isabel relayed when she left messages for Greg and Jack.

She eyed the books on her desk that rustled ominously. "Don't try it. Or I'll lock you in the closet." Of course looking at the books reminded her that she really needed to study for War Theory. Something she'd already put off due to the trip to Crabapple Cove.

Isabel glanced down at her outfit and sighed. First things first, a shower, then comfy pajamas. It had been a long day.

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
Jack had got Isabel's message, and left Sam - who was sleeping the sleep of the exhausted - to go and visit her.

He knocked on the door, avoiding a single apple pie that drifted down. It seemed like maybe they were losing their oomph.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
Her shower had been delayed by an attack of ball point pen. Fortunately Isabel had been able to stop it before it had done too much damage. Still, she was left with a small happy face, just above the edge of her shirt.

"It's open," she called.

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
Jack came inside, snerked at the pathetic single pie, dodged a miniscule pecan number, and shut the door behind him. "I'm still infested with pies, but I think I'm wearing them out."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
"If I'd had had time I would have found whipped cream," Isabel laughed. Without thinking she held out her arms. "See? All in one piece."

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
Jack's eyes widened. "And what a lot of that one piece you're showing. Not that I'm objecting, it's just last time I saw someone wearing pants that tight, I had to cut her out of them."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
"There will be no cutting of the pants!" Isabel said, horrified. "Just because I don't wear them often doesn't mean I don't love them dearly. Part of fitting in in the Underworld involved dressing like this." She shook her head, "They really, really need lessons in style down there."

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't know, these have a certain something going for them." Jack grinned and made a point of checking her out. "Very nice."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Isabel was very glad the pumpkin pie landed on Jack's head. It meant she didn't have to hit him. "I'm so glad you approve," she snarked.

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
Jack sighed. "And thus I am repaid," he said in the general direction of the ceiling. "You're gorgeous, I'm not blind, but I apologise."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
"I suppose I can forgive you," she grinned. "It is a bit over the top. So tell me, did you ever run into Sam or Cedric? What do they think of the pie situation?"

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
Jack's smile was pure wickedness as he pulled the pie off his head and dumped it in the trash. "Sam, and I could tell you, but you'd throw that pie at me. Let's just say she's sleeping the sleep of the exhausted and leave it at that."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
Isabel laughed, "So no utensils were needed then? Good for her."

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
"It was fun." Jack stared suspiciously at the ceiling, but no more pies were forthcoming. "Your trip was a success?"

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
"It was," she nodded. "I'm glad. For Bel's sake."

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
"I;m glad for your sake, I didn't fancy my chances at winning you back from the lord of Hades." He tipped his head and studied her, smiling faintly. "But I would have tried."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
Touched, Isabel hugged him, carefully avoiding any pie. "Thank you."

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
He hugged her back, mentally vowing revenge should any pie gods decide to dump pie on him right at that moment. It seemed to work, for they remained pie free. "Yeah, well, I've only got one Isabel, and I'm not keen on sharing."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Well you're going to have to share me, at least for a bit," she pointed out. "There' a shower that's calling out to me."

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
"I know." Jack let her go and ruffled her hair. "Go, shower, I'll leave you in peace, and if I'm very lucky, Sam'll be awake."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
"You could always wake her," Isabel said, already pulling clean clothes out of her drawer.

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
"I could, but she's so cute when she's asleep." He grinned and headed for the door. "I don't have the heart. I'll see you, Izzy."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Night Jack," she called, still smiling as he shut the door behind him.

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
Greg hurried upstairs after he finally checked his voicemail, and knocked on the door. "Isabel?" he called through the door.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
"It's open," Isabel called, putting down her towel. The shower would have to wait a bit longer.

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
Greg opened the door, worry written across his face.

The worry kind of fell away, though, and everything Greg had wanted to say turned into "Bzuhwhoa."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
Isabel sighed and crossed her arms. "Demons in the Underworld have a really warped idea of what's fashionable."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Guh," Greg said intelligently.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
Laughing, she walked over, tipped his chin up, and kissed him. "Hi!"

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Hi," Greg breathed. Wow, impressive.

So he just kissed her again.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
Which Isabel really didn't mind. She figured they'd get to words of more then one syllable eventually. Slipping her arms around his waist she stepped just a bit closer.

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
"You're okay?" Greg finally remembered to ask.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Perfectly fine," she promised. "I took more damage here when the damn pen attacked me then I did in the Underworld."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
Greg kissed her again. "Good. Because...wow."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
"I feel like the Playmate of the Month," Isabel sighed. "I love the pants, but the top? Not so much. And then the pen had to try and give me a tatoo." She pointed out the little happy face.

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
Greg kissed the little happy face. "It's nice every now and then, but I like the other you better."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
The kiss tickled and Isabel laughed. "Give me ten minutes to take a shower and you can have her back."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
"I didn't mean that I'm done with this one yet," Greg murmured, moving back to kiss her again.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh really?" she asked, edging backwards. Funny how it took her nearer her bed.

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
Greg slipped his hands around her waist and moved with her towards the bed. "Yes, really," he said, kissing her ear.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Then I guess she'll just have to stick around for a while," Isabel said. The back of her knees hit the edge of the bed and she smiled. "And look, here's a comfy place to hang out."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, what d'you know?" he replied with a grin, nipping at her neck as he pushed her back onto the bed. "How convenient."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
"It's almost like I knew it was here," Isabel laughed as she pulled him with her and immediately rolled over, pinning him beneath her. "Hello handsome..."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, hello, gorgeous," he replied softly, running his hands up over her sides. "It appears I'm at your mercy."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
"I promise I'll treat you gently," she murmured, moving just so. "Maybe."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Not too gently," he whispered.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-12-20 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
Isabel smiled wickedly. "Well if you insist..."

That wasn't a hicky on the side of Greg's neck the next morning. Really!

[Yay FTB!]