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Third floor common room [Afternoon]

Cade had nothing to do on Thursdays, so naturally that meant he'd slept until 1 and was now cruising the television channels looking for something to watch--women's beach volleyball. Excellent.

He was happily zoned out as he watched hot girls bounce around when his comlink went off with a brief message.

See you tomorrow. --Bantha.

"Kriff," Cade grumbled, and then it gradually dawned on him that this...thing might still be happening then.

"KARK ME," he groaned, burying his head in a pillow. "I don't want to think about that."

Ew. Two galaxies of ew.

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Isabelle was coming in for ice cream. Cold foods would cool her down, right? That was her logic.

She gave the TV a judgey look, ignoring Cade's plight because really, it would've been best to just ignore Cade altogether right now. "Is that supposed to be a sport?"

"They're getting points, and I'm pretty sure it's connected to where the ball goes," Cade said, "so...maybe?"

Isabelle considered this.

"Well, I don't really understand sports to begin with."

"I don't understand Earth sports," Cade said, "but this one seems kind of self-explanatory. Whoever lets the ball hit the ground loses points, and they wear practically nothing for...reasons."

Quite the sportscaster he.

"To get ogled." Well, it was one of the reasons she wore skimpy clothes sometimes. Although in her case it was usually to distract people from something else.

She wasn't wearing skimpy clothes right now. Just relatively form-fitting. "Seems about as pointless as the rest."

"Well, this time in the afternoon, it's this, news people yelling at each other or those talk shows where someone's always crying," Cade said. "Or cartoons teaching little kids to share and not hit people or something."

Isabelle marched herself to the kitchen area so she could get her tub of ice cream.

"Shouldn't you really be watching one of those other things instead?"

Considering the week.

Cade watched her go because a real girl in form-fitting clothing was better than barely clad on TV any day before answering, "Probably, but I like to live dangerously. And those kid cartoons are karking annoying."

[OOC: And I sleep! SP, yay?]

"Wouldn't know, I've never really watched." Shadowhunters weren't big on watching TV. No surprise there. "I'll take your word for it, I guess. Maybe it's not a bad kind of danger, anyway."

[ooc: You know it, bb!]

"Oh, I walk on the wild side, pateesa," Cade said with a laugh. "I don't fear the TV."

Isabelle's eyebrow quirked. "What did you just call me?"

Her tone didn't seem to indicate any assumption that it was an insult. Because... insulting her would've just been stupid.

"Pateesa," Cade said. "It's Huttese for...um, the closest translation is probably friend."

Or "sweetheart."

"And why are you calling me friend?"

Less genuine curiosity, now, and more idle chit chat while she was prying her tub of Ben & Jerry's open.

Cade pretended to look hurt. "We're not friends?"

Isabelle gave his mock hurt look a dazzling smile.

And shook her head and said, "No."

"Now I'm gonna karking cry," Cade said. "It takes more than two meetings to be your friend? You have high standards."

"Oh, you have no idea." No really, she didn't trust anyone and basically had no friends outside her family. "But there are other things people can be to me with fewer meetings, if they want it enough."

You know, because she hadn't known Flick too long before things had happened. And he was definitely not a friend.

Cade eyebrows went up. "Oh really," he drawled. "Like what?"

Isabelle clucked her tongue. "I think that's one of those things you need to find out for yourself without me telling you."

Because she was difficult like that.

Cade loved difficult women! It was a family trait.

He smiled at her and sauntered a little closer. "Is it one of those things where being nearer is better?"

"I don't know, it might be."

She didn't move.

That didn't mean the pollen didn't make her react at all to him getting even a little bit closer.

Cade grinned at her and stepped even closer. "So I'm getting warmer?"

Her skin certainly was. She smiled, or maybe it was more of a smirk.

Okay it was definitely more of a smirk. "You know what? I think you are. Hotter, even."

"I like the sound of that," he said, reaching his hand out for her arm.

Isabelle's arm was soft and, yes, maybe a little warmer than what would've been usual. It was also scarred all over with thin silvery lines, but whether he'd break through the glamour keeping that from him anytime soon was anyone's guess.

"Do you know?" she asked, playing coy. "Why?"

Cade slid his hand up along her arm. "Well, I think you can probably figure that out. You're smart..."

Isabelle batted her eyelashes at him, and bit her lip. So coy. So unconvincing, and yet she shook her head anyway. "No, I don't think I have any idea."

"Maybe I can give you one or two," Cade offered so very helpfully, resting his forehead against hers.

Isabelle breathed in, and then breathed out. If that ended up being felt on or around his lips, well, that was entirely his own fault.

"Maybe you should."

Blame it on the pollen or not--Cade had wanted to do this for a while anyway.

He leaned in to kiss her.

Isabelle was personally blaming it on the pollen. Not that it mattered.

Since she was kissing him back and even pulling him closer while she did that.

Closer was good. Closer was very, very good.

He slid his arms around her waist so she could stay closer.

Mm, that was nice. And she got her arm around his neck to help with that same thing, because she was ever such a helpful person.

"Okay, maybe I'm getting ideas," she murmured, mostly against his lips.

"Smart lady," Cade said, nipping her lower lip in reply.

"Usually smarter than most boys I come across, anyway."

Although that generally wasn't very hard.

"Who have you been hanging around?" Cade asked with a little laugh, kissing her again.

"Doesn't matter."

Dumb boys! Wasn't that obvious?

She kissed him back again, lingering for a moment that was starting to make it obvious she actually wanted more. "We should take this somewhere else."

"Your room?" Cade suggested. "Though I suppose we could find a closet if it's too far away..."

"Three-oh-one." That was her room number. And those were little bites on his lips between the numbers. "It's not too far."

And she was a little classier than closets. Really now.

"Much better than mine, which smells like my roommate," Cade said, hands sliding down to rest on her hips. "Lead on."

Isabelle could do that very well. She pulled away from him enough to actually see where she was walking, and then pulled him along with a little smirk.

This was going to be a fine afternoon.

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