The Last 30 Days [Inactive]

"It would take so long to grow out," he mumbled, shifting so his feet were on the couch and Isabelle was leaning against him. The position wasn't awkward, but it did take some effort on his part to lean down and kiss the back of her head where she tumour was. "But you'd still be pretty in the mean time."
 
Isabelle closed her eyes and leaned back against Blake, somewhat tired from her long day. "Jalapeno and a Ghost pepper. I'll be hot." She mumbled.


She tried not to fall asleep, well knowing it might happen. Recently she'd been tired, and her appetite was on the decline. It was getting late, so maybe Blake would want to eat. If he did, she'd at least try.


"Did you have dinner?" She asked, eyes still closed.
 
Blake sensed Isabelle was tired by the way her breathing slowed and she relaxed against him. "No, but I'm not overly tired. I'll eat a big breakfast tomorrow. But you need to stop, it's been a long day."
 
"If you say so." Isabelle didn't move, but instead held her arms up slightly. She snickered and waited to gauge Blake's reaction. "Carry me. I'm just so lazy." Whether or not he picked her up, she wouldn't care. She was just feeling overly affectionate all of a sudden. Curling up next to him was her only thought.
 
Blake stood up while faking a groan and he lifted her up off the couch bridal style. She wasn't at all heavy but he acted like it was such a burden to carry her to bed. When they got there he managed to pull back the covers on one side of his bed and he dropped her there, stepping and crossing his arms.


"You happy?" he asked, looking down at her playfully.
 
"I guess so." Isabelle shrugged with a grin on her face before wiggling out of her jeans, and tossing them to the ground next to her. She pulled the covers up to her nose and let herself sink into the warmth. Last time she was here, she'd tried to go to the guest bedroom, Blake wouldn't let her.


Isabelle pulled the covers down to her chin to speak, "I won't be happy until you get in, I'm cold." Then she pulled the blankets back up to her nose.
 
Blake grinned and quickly changed into pajama pants and he climbed into bed shirtless. "At least you're not burning up," he said, pulling her closer to him so they were spooning. "Then you'd want me far away."


Blake breathed deeply, inhaling the smell of Isabelle's shampoo. It was fruity and made him want to sneeze, but all together it was a pleasant smell.
 
"Nope." Isabelle's lips made a popping noise. "You'd still be right there." She nudged closer to Blake and exhaled in relaxation. Although there wasn't all too much direct skin contact, her heart was overly excited and beating loud. She stretched her legs for a moment before bending them back in front of Blake's.


Isabelle tried to turn her head to kiss him, but it was difficult in their position. The best she could do was curl up tighter and kiss his hand.
 
Blake laughed at Isabelle's attempt to kiss him and so she got what she wanted, he lifted himself up on his elbow and kissed her, Just like all the times before, this kiss made him happy and he never wanted it to end. But still he pulled back, suppressing a yawn.


"If I'm tired, you must be really tired," he murmured, brushing Isabelle's hair off her cheek so he could kiss it before he settled back down.
 
"I'm always tired." She mumbled sleepily. Her eyes threatened to close without her willing it. "So you can never, ever tell when I'm sleepy."


After letting out a yawn she snuggled as close as she could while still being comfortable, and drifted off to sleep. Isabelle snored quietly, and her chest rose and fell in a much slower pattern, indicating that deep and peaceful sleep.
 
"Sleep in tomorrow," he said quickly, hoping she heard him before she fell asleep. It took Blake a but longer to get to sleep, he was too concentrated on Isabelle's breathing, trying to match his own to it.
 
Friday, April 24th:


When Isabelle woke up in the morning, her hair in a tangle around her face, she didn't bother to get up. She thought she heard Blake telling her to sleep in. Whether or not it was a dream was the real question. After a peaceful moment with her eyes closed, and her feet at a comfortable temperature beneath the covers, she opened her eyes.


She stared up at a blank white ceiling, still in Blake's room. Not that she would be anywhere else. Blake was still next to her, sleeping, Isabelle turned on her side and kissed him on the forehead before she scooted herself closer to his body. She didn't want to wake him up. All the same, she put a hand on his head, and weaved it through his hair, holding still before she reached his neck. In sleep, he looked so peaceful, his features less tense.
 
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Blake frowned in his sleep, the movements Isabelle was making slowly forcing him to consciousness. He yawned and rolled over, flinging his arm over Isabelle's waist. He wasn't ready to get up, it must have only been 9 o'clock.


He had been dreaming about Isabelle, what her life would be like without the tumour. Their relationship probably wouldn't have been so sped up, and who knows, they might not have even met. His mind went through each possibility.
 
Isabelle adjusted his arm on her waist, so it wasn't in an uncomfortable spot, but didn't say anything yet. His eyes weren't open, so he must not have wanted to get up. Neither did Isabelle, so that was just fine with her.


She gently pressed her head to his and closed her eyes again. It was all so fast for her. She'd just had her first kiss, and now she was sleeping in the same bed with another man. Isabelle dared not to think of what her parents would have to say. Then she remembered, it didn't matter. Like Blake had told her, she wasn't a child, she could do what she wanted. Well, this is what she wanted.


Her hand still rested on his head, and she played with his hair slowly, not wanting to fully wake him up.
 
Every few seconds Isabelle's pinky would brush over the back of Blake's neck and it tickled, making him twitch. Now he was awake but he still refused to open his eyes.


"Must you?" he mumbled, lifting his hand from her waist to place it on top of her hand that was still brushing over his hair.
 
"Oh, sorry." Isabelle took her hand away and grinned awkwardly, not that he could see. "I kinda forgot I was still doing it."


She moved onto her back and set her hands on her stomach. Blake wouldn't open his eyes, and she wasn't about to make him. So, she tried to fall back asleep. He had said to sleep in, at least she was ninety percent sure. It was too bright to fall back asleep, but she managed to relax a bit more.
 
"Thank you," he said, rolling over again so he was laying on his stomach. He was fairly certain that falling sleep was now unobtainable, but still he would give it a shot.


After fifteen minutes and sighed, slowly forcing himself up into a crumpled upright position. His hair was messy and there were lines on his forehead where the pillow case had creased it.
 
Isabelle felt Blake get up, but she herself was dozing off again. She turned her head slightly, so it was facing away from the light of the window. "Let's sleep in until noon." She sighed, not quite wanting to move from the spot.


"It's warm here." It was Friday, she didn't have anything to do. At the very least, her family would be looking for her. She was sure there were a few missed calls on her phone at this point, but there was no way she was ready to answer yet. Going home would be stressful, and why be placed in the middle of stress, when she could stay here? Bask in the sunlight a little and be with Blake?
 
"Noon?" he said, stretching his arms above his head. His mouth was dry and he opened and closed it a few times, slowly turning his head towards the window. The blinds were up and if he was going to sleep in until noon that would have to change.


The blind's strings were too far away for him to reach, he'd have to get up. Instead of doing that, he leaned over Isabelle, stretching his arm as far as he could so he could get his cello bow from it's pouch. He sat back and stretched his arm out again, this time towards the blinds. He managed to pull the string back with the bow so he could grab it and he pulled on it, the blinds falling shut.
 
Isabelle heard the blinds shut, but had no idea how Blake had done it without getting up. Curious, she opened her eyes and sat up on her arms just in time to see him pulling back towards the bed, cello bow in hand. Isabelle put two and two together, he must've closed the blinds with the bow. She laughed at the sight.


"I was only joking, but I'm impressed now." She sat up some instead of leaning on her arms and started to put her hair into a loose braid so it wouldn't tangle any more.
 
"Yup, well I'm an impressive guy," he said sarcastically, setting the bow on the ground and laying back down. He still doubted sleep would come, but he'd try again, just for Isabelle.
 
"Really, I was joking." Isabelle rolled over and on all fours, half hovering over Blake. "Aren't you hungry? You didn't even eat anything yesterday." Her braid fell over her shoulder, and she frowned, waiting for Blake to open his eyes.


"There's a cute girl in your bed not even wearing her pants, and you're sleeping again." She mumbled. He could hear her, but at this point she wanted him to open his eyes and get up. Maybe they could go somewhere.
 
"The pantless girl isn't doing much to get my attention," he pointed out, brushing his hand up and down her bare thigh. He didn't have his eyes open but he still knew that the contact would make Isabelle embarrassed and the corner of his mouth lifted in a grin.
 
Isabelle jerked for a moment as his hand made contact with her skin. She blushed, and when she looked at his face, he was smirking. It was always so easy for him to figure out what embarrassed her, not that it was hard. Anything could potentially be embarrassing for Isabelle. Clueless, never been with a guy, yes, it was easy.


She leaned down, having to put one arm on the other side of Blake so she wouldn't fall, the pressed her lips against Blake's in a soft kiss. Isabelle hovered inches over his chest, her face even closer, she quickly kissed his cheek, then followed down to his neck. It didn't need to be said that she'd be red the moment Blake looked at her.
 
Blake's lifted his head up when she pulled away, but he failed to keep the kiss going. It was hard for him not to chuckle, he could tell she was hesitant, unsure of what to do. He opened his eyes half way and moved his hands to her waist, guiding her body so she was straddling his lap.
 
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