Room 406, later in the evening

[izzyalienqueen]

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.

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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"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."

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"Well, what d'you know?" he replied with a grin, nipping at her neck as he pushed her back onto the bed. "How convenient."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"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..."

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"Well, hello, gorgeous," he replied softly, running his hands up over her sides. "It appears I'm at your mercy."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I promise I'll treat you gently," she murmured, moving just so. "Maybe."

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"Not too gently," he whispered.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel smiled wickedly. "Well if you insist..."

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

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