Third Floor Common Room: Sunday late afternoon [4-1-07]

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Isobel had to admit that she was getting a bit bored with Jack.  Yes, his skill was impeccable, but honestly, to need to direct him in every action?  Still, he was here and she was bored. The spell materials were all collected, the telephone calls to Phoebe and Marie had been made.

So she was curled up with him on the couch, letting him put his talented mouth and hands to work.  She'd thought about taking him somewhere more private, but she was savoring the anticipation of having him and Connor together.  Yes, the waiting would definitely make the sex sweeter.  And in the meantime... the boy could definitely kiss.


[OOC: ETA: Open for anyone who wants to come interact with Witch!Lana, just make it after Jack and Sam have left.]

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[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

He could, and touch and stroke, skilled enough to get the desired effect without an observer being much the wiser, unless they looked very closely.

Jack nibbled on her ear, just the right length of time, then slipped his hand under her shirt to stroke her stomach. "Are you happy?" he asked earnestly. He was supposed to make her happy.

The buried Jack was beyond thought now, was simply simmering rage, looking for a way out.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"Mmmm..." Isobel purred. "Very, as long as you keep doing this."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack took her instructions literally, kept stroking her stomach, kept nibbling on her ear, shifting a little so she'd be lying more comfortably against him. "Like that?" he asked.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Isobel sighed. "The whole package would be nice. Go back to the seducing me part." Honestly, he was beginning to seem more trouble than he was worth.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack frowned, knowing she was unhappy but not sure why. "Okay," he said obediently, moving to kiss her teasingly, fingers framing her face, gently caressing her neck, sliding his fingers across her clavicle and lower down, circling her breastbone.

He paused to glance up at her questioningly.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

She nodded impatiently, gesturing for him to get on with it. "Yes, yes. More."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Okay," he repeated, then kissed his way back to her mouth, nipping at her bottom lip, fingers sliding behind her ear, seeking the sensitive spot

And he paused, lifting his head, giving her another questioning look.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam had run out of coffee and was trying to convince herself this wasn't an emergency. Until she'd gone to the second floor and hadn't been able to find their stash.

So here she was on the third floor, and she was all set to continue her search until she spotted Jack canoodling on the couch with Lana. Without asking/telling her first. "Jack?"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

He turned his head to look at her. "Hi Sam," he said neutrally, offering her a mild smile and making no attempt to move off of Lana.

The bit of him that was still Jack, however, was soundlessly screaming her name. Sam could get them out of this. God, just let her figure out something was wrong.

[blessed_twice]

After Sam and Jack had left, Wyatt wandered into the common room, feeling his way along the wall. Yep, still blind.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Isobel turned when she heard someone enter the room. Him! The one who had treated her descendant, her heir, with such contempt. He deserved to pay for the things he had said and done. Not to mention that his actions had nearly gotten her host killed and where would that have left Isobel?

But something seemed odd about the way he was moving - almost as if he couldn't see. She decided to wait and see what he did next.

[blessed_twice]

Wyatt bumped into a chair. "Frak," he muttered under his breath. "Who put that there?"

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Isobel couldn't quite help the small giggle that escaped her.

[blessed_twice]

"Who's there?" Wyatt demanded.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"Who wants to know?" Isobel said, letting a bit of an accent slip into her voice.

[blessed_twice]

"Yeah, yeah, make fun of the blind guy," Wyatt grumbled.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"A big handsome guy like you?" Isobel purred. "Why don't you come over here and I'll make you feel all better."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge wanders up to the third floor, and seeing Lana in the common room, goes over and flops down on the couch.

"Hey, Lana," he says with a smile.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"Bridge," Isobel said, feeling a bit wary. She knew he had an ability to tell if people were there true selves. This might prove problematic.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Luckily for her, Bridge was somewhat wary about using his abilities casually, at the moment. "What's up?" he asks.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"Not much," Isobel admitted. "Just relaxing till I go to meet some friends later."

Her mind was racing, trying to come up with a way to interfere with our block his ability. If only she could think of a way to get his gloves off and still prevent him from sensing her. Which gave her an idea. She stiffened and sat up straighter, looking around nervously.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"That's-" he starts to say, then frowns worriedly as Lana stiffens. "Are you okay?" he asks, following her gaze.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

She shook her head, looking uncertain. "I.. I just had the strangest sensation. As if there were something here in the room, watching me." She shivered again.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I-" Bridge's frown gets deeper. "Do you want me to check?" he asks hesitantly.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"Would you mind?" Isobel asked nervously. "It's really making me quite nervous." In her mind she prepared for the spell which would hopefully foil his abilities.