The Last 30 Days [Inactive]

Isabelle was careful not to squirm when Blake pulled her to his lap, her hands rested lightly on his chest. She was having a hard time making any sort of eye contact, she had to shake herself out of it in order to focus. It's just Blake, she told herself, no reason to be flustered.


As she leaned back down, her heart beat faster and faster, and her stomach felt hot and nervous. Isabelle continued to tell herself not to be flustered, it did some good. She held her lips just above Blake's, not moving any closer. If he wanted it, he'd have to come and get it.
 
Blake smiled, looking straight into Isabelle's eyes even though she rarely looked into his. "No need to be nervous," he murmured. They were so close their lips almost touched when he spoke. "If you're uncomfortable, tell me. We can stop."


To help calm her down he moved his hands from her hips to her sides, just bellow the ribcage.
 
"I'm not uncomfortable..." Isabelle murmured. She muzzled his nose with her own before kissed him very lightly on his lip. "I just don't know what I'm doing."


She moved her hands to either side of his body and moved in for a more passionate kiss.
 
Blake's eyes shut as he kissed her, their mouths moving in unison. This was the deepest kiss they've shared so far and Blake tilted his head slightly to make the kiss easier. There was barely any skin contact between them, yet Blake felt the same tingling he usually only felt when they touched.
 
Isabelle pulled her lips away, she had to sit up to pull her hair back out of her face. Both her hands tangled in her hair, she gave Blake a small smile. She laughed and shook her hips from side to side. "I'm sure this is really attractive. "


She smiled. Isabelle bit her lip and tentatively adjusted Blake's hands so they rested under her tee shirt, just on her hips, with his thumbs resting close to the center of her stomach. She locked eyes with Blake, a little less nervous.
 
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Blake spoke slowly, "Very, very attractive." He couldn't seem to stop his boyish grin from coming back. His thumbs rubbed her soft stomach, but he quickly stopped when he remembered how ticklish she was. He still enjoyed the contact between them.


"On a scale of one to ten, how perfect is this moment?" he asked, looking up at Isabelle with loving eyes.
 
Isabelle placed her hands over Blake's, although ticklish, she was enjoying the sensation of his hands against her bare stomach. She matched his loving gaze and tilted her head with a shy smile. "Can I go higher?" Isabelle teased.


She leaned forward ever so slightly and took one of his hands in hers, kissing each of his fingers before leaning her cheek into his open palm. Isabelle sighed and closed her eyes. "It feels nice, a ten, just stay like this for a bit." It was an intimate moment for Isabelle, the both of them. Although normally her pale shade made her look sickly, now it glowed with a radiant happiness.
 
Blake smiled, watching Isabelle intently. She looked so at ease, so happy. It must have been a nice break for her. He lifted his other hand and caressed her other cheek, running his fingers through her hair before letting it drop again.


"I'd say it's a ten too. Unless we can go higher."
 
"Well we can, I mean, you're the one who made it one to ten." Isabelle opened her eyes, still wanting Blake to keep contact. His gentle caresses against her skin was a simple pleasure, that made her heart soar and her nerves melt. She pulled his hand away so she could kiss him again.


Isabelle slowly leaned down, pulling Blake's hand aside with her own and kissed his forehead, then his nose, and then stopped before his lips. She stared into his eyes, shy at first, and she glanced away, before finally smiling a bit then planting a passionate kiss on his lips. Isabelle pressed her forehead to his, and her braid fell over her shoulder near Blake's face. "Eleven." She stated, grinning.
 
"There's no scale that can contain the perfection," he whispered, brushing his lips against the corner of her mouth and cheek and back a few times. "The scale is shattered and is laying useless all over my heart."


Blake brought Isabelle's face even closer, kissing her as passionately as they have all morning. It felt so wonderful, being this close to someone. He wished time would stop and that they could sit here forever.
 
Isabelle finally rolled herself off of Blake and lay, resting her head on his chest. His heart was fluttering beneath his skin, and she could feel the rise and fall of his chest. She pressed a hand to his chest and nuzzled closer. "That sounds lovely."


After having been out in the open for so long, her toes were cold, she resisted the urge of pressing them against Blake's legs and kicked the covers over them instead. If they didn't have to, Isabelle might not get up.


"What do you want to do today?" Isabelle turned her head up and smiled at Blake. "I'm all yours."


That simple little phrase she'd once said on their first sort of date. It still held true, and she liked to say it. There wasn't much time for her, not in Isabelle's mind, so if Blake would have her, she really was all his.
 
It didn't take long for Blake to come up with an answer, "Just this. I want to lay here all day with you." Of course they'd have to get up eventually for food and other necessities, but for as long as they could, they'd stay in bed.


Blake turned his head and kissing the top of Isabelle's head.
 
Isabelle laughed and closed her eyes when he kissed her, quickly opening them again to smirk up at him. "All day? You don't even want to read a book or study?" She rolled her eyes, then sat upright. "Do you want breakfast in bed?"


She got on all fours again and looked excitedly at Blake. "I'll clean up if anything spills, but I can make you something, if you want."


One small thing on her list of things to do was to make food for someone she liked. Originally it was supposed to be a cake for her aunt's birthday, but she hadn't had the time earlier, now it was just cooking. She didn't admit it, not wanting to sway him one way or the other, but the eagerness was written all over her face.
 
Isabelle might as well have told him how much she wanted to make him something, he could read it on her face. "Sure, you can make me something." It was nice to see her so excited. "And no, I don't need to read or study. You're mine, and I'm your's. All day."
 
"What do you want to eat?" Isabelle jumped out of bed, and wobbled slightly. She swung her hands in a cartoonish manner, in large circles so she wouldn't fall. Then she dashed into the kitchen and opened the fridge.


"You can have anything you want, my treat." She yelled. Obviously he could have what he wanted, it was his house. She waited expectantly in front of the fridge, eyeing up a carton of eggs, and listing through recipes in her mind.
 
"Eggs, bacon and hashbrowns," he yelled back. "There's hashbrowns in the freezer, you can just put them in the toaster oven."


The bed felt empty and cold without the second body in it and he rolled over, his arm flopping to Isabelle's side of the bed. He smiled gently, thinking of the girl in his kitchen.
 
Isabelle did exactly that, taking the frozen bag from the freezer and taking out two portions of hashbrowns before getting them prepped. She turned on the stove and then bent down to try and find a good pan for the eggs and bacon. Once that was settled, she put the hashbrowns in the toaster oven, and the bacon in the pan. Before cracking any eggs she called back to Blake, "How do you want your eggs?


She cracked one for herself, sunny side up, and waited for his reply.
 
"Fried," he replied, "Also, could you make me some coffee?" This reminded him of something he used to say when he was in highschool. He debated whether or not he should say it, he didn't know how Isabelle would react. He decided it couldn't hurt and he said, "I like my coffee how I like my girls, hot and all over my lap when I'm driving."
 
She cracked another egg and let it join the bacon in the pan. Isabelle bounced over to the coffee maker and carefully examined the machine. "I feel like that might obscure your vision. You'd better be careful." She yelled back, chuckling while she spoke. There were coffee grounds in a cupboard, so Isabelle grabbed them and set them on the counter. She then started the search for a filter. Once everything was found and cooking, she leaned against the counter.


Impatiently, she waited for everything to cook. There were two plates now on the counter, and a tall glass of water for herself. A mug was set next to the coffee pot for Blake's coffee. Suddenly, she realized there'd be no way to carry it all on her own. Unless he had a tray, this was going to be difficult. Isabelle opened all the cupboards again, searching for something, when she found that something she laughed. It wasn't a tray, but it would work. She pulled the large cooking sheet from the cupboard, remembering the days she and her mother used to make cookies together.


"Almost done." Isabelle yelled. "Just waiting on your coffee." She prepped each plate carefully, and set them on the pan. As the coffee slowly dripped into the pot, she drummed her fingers against the counter top.
 
Blake waited patiently, his eyes closed and his breathing even. His face was pressed against Isabelle's pillow and he noticed that it smelled slightly of her shampoo. His smile resurfaced and it felt like his heart wriggled inside his chest, the thought of Isabelle once again making him cheerful like a little boy on Christmas day.
 
Finally, Isabelled huffed when the coffee was done, and poured it into Blake's mug. She then set it on her makeshift tray and, making sure she'd returned everything to its place and shut the stove off, carefully walked back into the bedroom. Using her back to open up the door, and not spill anything, she had to swing around once inside. There lay Blake, face down on her side of the bed.


"Ta-daa," Isabelle laughed, and held out the tray with both hands. She set it down on the bed and then carefully slipped in beside Blake. Seated in front of the food, she held it so Blake could sit up. "Careful. Don't want you spilling."
 
Blake opened his eyes and sat up, pushing back against the wall. He helped her with the tray, taking his coffee and putting it on the bedside table- it would really suck if that spilt all over them.


"Wow, this looks delicious. They now had their respective plates on their laps and Blake took his first bite of the eggs. He nodded while he chewed and when he swallowed he said, "Cooked to perfection."
 
"Perfection for a perfect day, what do you expect?" Isabelle smiled, then took a bite of her own food. It was pretty good, by her standards. "Thanks, though." Her appetite wasn't back yet, so she took smaller bites, careful not to overload her stomach too quickly. Feeling sick was the last thing she wanted right now.


"I hope you don't mind, the coffee is black." Isabelle mumbled. "I forgot to ask." She chewed on more of her food, feeling full already, even though she had half of her plate to go.
 
Blake nodded, taking a sip of the mentioned coffee. "Yeah, I like my coffee black. It keeps me awake longer." That's one thing that changed, since meeting Isabelle. Blake has been sleeping more, not staying up for sometimes days at a time studying.


He noticed how her eating was becoming progressively slower and he set his fork down to look at her plate. "If you're not hungry, don't force the food down."
 
She took another glance at her plate and set her fork down. He was right, she shouldn't force it. There was just enough water left for her to maybe swallow a few Ibuprofen. She excused herself to the bathroom, "Still in the cabinet?" She asked, not expecting him to answer. Isabelle helped herself to three of the little pills and put them into her mouth. She picked up her glass and chugged down the water.


"As long as you like it, that makes me happy." Isabelle said, she leaned against Blake slightly. Her plate sat back in the tray, and if she felt like eating again, that's where it would be.
 
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