The Last 30 Days [Inactive]

Isabelle walked back into the kitchen after grabbing Blake's cup, her footsteps made a small patting noise against the wooden floors. She picked up the pot of coffee and put her concentration into making sure she didn't spill. So long as it was distracting, she would put all her effort into keep her thoughts positive and away from her family. It was for the best.


She slapped a smile on her face and took a few breathes in and out before heading back to Blake's room. Coffee in hand, she put it on his bedside table and crawled over him back into bed, plopping back on her stomach as she'd been laying earlier.


"There you are, one cup of coffee." Isabelle grinned, "Anything else?" She kicked her feet in the air, somewhat happier because she had him.
 
Blake rolled over onto his side, but let his head rest near Isabelle's. His hand returned to its spot on her back, caressing the smooth white skin.


"A kiss would be nice," he breathed, leaning forward to brush his lips against her's. It was an awkward position to kiss in but it still worked.
 
"Would it?" Isabelle leaned forward and brushed her lips against his cheek and then his lips, she waited a short second before gently kissing him. She was enjoying his hand on her back, and quickly kissed his nose before leaning back to stare into his eyes. They'd grown so close so fast.


"This really is nice." She breathed, she started to kick her legs because she was happy. "I wish every day could be like this."
 
"Well, it could, but we have college, and you don't really live with me," he said, and then added as an after thought, "And we'd get fat." The last part made him laugh.


He had to take his hand away to grab his coffee cup. It wasn't too hot this time and he drank it with ease, no sipping or burnt lips. "You make very good coffee," he noted, setting the cup back down and returning to the original position.
 
"So what, fat means we're happy and well fed." Isabelle joked.


She closed her eyes and adjusted her head so it rested in her crossed arms. She didn't even know what time it was, not that she cared, it would be nice if she never had to leave. Isabelle lightly hummed to herself, not caring that Blake could hear, normally she was self conscious about her voice.


"Let's go to the beach sometime, a road trip, like you said." She said quietly. "The ocean, I mean. I want to see it. Soon."
 
Blake listened to her humming while he nodded, thinking of a good time to have a road trip. "How about next weekend?" he suggested. "We could leave Friday and come back Sunday, or even Monday." That would give them oodles of time to get there, stay on the beach, and come back.
 
"I would love that." Isabelle smiled, big and wide, her green eyes opened and were sparkling. "Are you serious? We can go? You're amazing, the best." She kissed him quickly on his nose, his cheeks, anywhere, out of joy. The beach, she'd never seen it before. Only in movies had she seen the sandy shores, but even then, it was something she wanted to experience herself.
 
Isabelle's joy brought a smile to Blake's face and every time she kissed him it made him even more content. When she was done with her endless kisses he was the one to kiss her, long and deep on the lips. He felt like he was floating through the galaxies, and when he pulled away and opened his eyes he still felt like it.
 
"My lips will be sore if you keep doing that." Isabelle laughed, puckering her lips a few times to make sure they worked.


"Not that I mind, I mean." Her face grew red and she turned her head away, surprised she was just now becoming embarrassed. "Sorry, I'm just being." She shook her head and laughed. "Jeez, I don't even know. I feel embarrassed."
 
Blake lifted a hand and placed it on her flushed cheek and he smiled. "If I treated you how I treated my previous girlfriends you'd be in a constant state of shyness," he remarked. None of his other girlfriends had been embarrassed by being touched or anything like that so he could kiss them as much as he wanted, touch them as much as he please. He couldn't do that with Isabelle, but he didn't mind.
 
"No way." Isabelle moaned. "I just get nervous because, I don't know. But I would not!"


She'd never had any boyfriends, so she attributed her shyness to the inexperience. Blake could kiss her, touch her, and she liked it. There were a few things she might not let him do.


"I don't wear pants around you, that's a big step for me." She bent her legs in the air and crossed her feet together, they looked slender in the air. They were of course a sickly shade of white, but all the same, they were attractive she had to think. "You said you liked my legs, so, I think I can be okay without pants."
 
Blake laughed, and he teased some more, "You so would. So much blood would rush to your cheeks they'd explode." While he talked he moved his hands lower on her back, the tips of his fingers pushing under her underwear. He stayed like that, a playful look splayed on his features.
 
"My face would so not.." Isabelle tucked her face into the pillow as Blake slid his hand down. He was right, her face turned tomato red, but he coulnd't see it. "Cheeks won't explode." She mumbled into the pillow.


Her feet twisted together, another tell-tale sign she was embarrassed. They were still held high in the air, but her toes clenched and flexed at his touch.
 
Blake loved her reaction so much he wanted to laugh, but he refused to break. Isabelle however would break, Blake would tease her until she admitted that she was embarrassed.


He pulled her closing, flipping her over onto her side. His fingers were still under her underwear and he could now see her bright red face. He kissed her neck, soft and slow up to her ear. "You're a stubborn girl," he whispered, nipping at her ear lobe.
 
Isabelle's heart skipped a few beats, she tried to cover her face, but Blake's head was in the way. Instead she reached behind her and grabbed at Blake's hand in her underwear. Even her hands were somewhat red with embarrassment.


"I.." She shivered as he bit at her ear. "I don't know what you're talking about." Even that was a lie. She was nervous.
 
Blake took Isabelle's swatting hand and pulled it away. He brought his hand back and placed it lower, over the cotton garment. The whole thing was so amusing, he couldn't help but smile as he said, "Tell me when to stop."


Now his lips moved again, kissing and sucking once again down her neck leaving a trail of small pink hickeys. He resting his lips on Isabelle's collar bone, forming a hickey redder than the others.
 
An odd high pitched moan escaped her lips, lasting no more than a fraction of a second before she was trying to cover her face. Even if his hand wasn't directly on her skin, it was still someplace she'd never been touched. Her mouth opened to protest, but, she couldn't say it.


Finally, after he'd stopped at her collar bone, she stuttered, "Blake. I'm really embarrassed right now. You're so. I've never done this before." Not knowing what to say, she covered her bright red face with both hands as best as she could and bit her lip. Her legs started to pinch tight together, her knees in a tight lock. "It's good, I mean it feels good, but you're all my firsts. Does that even make sense? I should stop talking." She rambled.
 
Blake spit out a laugh, rolling over quickly and curled into a ball. He had a good laugh like that, the sound muffled by his hand. He finally composed himself and sat up cross-legged facing Isabelle.


"I'm sorry, babe, you're just too funny. Too cute, too everything. You're so adorable, I love it." For the most part his laughing had subsided but a few chuckles still escaped his lips. "And plus, now none of that stuff are firsts so it'll be less embarrassing next time."
 
"It's not funny!" Isabelle yelled, now even more embarrassed than before. She rolled away from Blake and curled up against the edge of the bed. "You're just so good at embarrassing me. It'll still be embarrassing next time, because then you'll do something new that'll be twice as embarrassing for me! I'm so awkward."


He was still chuckling, and Isabelle was still red. She wished she weren't so easily embarrassed, but that's just who she was. Isabelle started to reach for the ground, and huffed somewhat angrily, "I'm putting my pants on!"
 
"No, no, no, no, hun," he said, jumping over her and landing on the ground in a crouch in front of her face. He took her reaching hand and put it back on the bed. "I'm sorry, I'll stop, I'll keep my hands and eyes to myself," he promised. He still thought it was funny, but he didn't want anything to change in this already perfect day, and a fully clothed girl in his bed would be a change.
 
"I didn't say you had to keep your hands or eyes to yourself," She mumbled, her brow furrowed. "I'm just so. Gods I'm awkward." She laughed a little and let her legs sprawl out, instead of staying curled up. Isabelle reached her hand out in the hopes he would take it.


"Besides, who wouldn't want to be admired a little bit, of course you can look." She teased. "I mean, I'll stop before I say anything weird. But, you're just so good at making me blush. I can't help it, Blake."
 
Blake accepted her hand and stood from his crouched position, climbing over Isabelle and settling back into bed. "You are pretty awkward, but that's okay. It's cute, and like you said, you can't help it." He smiled and kissed her fingertips, one by one. "You'll get more used to my teasing as the days continue."
 
"Aww, you mean you're going to keep doing it?" Isabelle sighed sarcastically, laying a hand over her forehead. "You're going to keep showering the girl you like with affection? Blake, that's so weird." She shook her head in mock confusion and then turned to smile.


So long as she had time, Isabelle was sure she could get used to it. It was only the first time she would blush and shy away, but if there was time, for sure she would be less awkward. That's at least what she told herself.


"I'm kidding." She shook her head. "I'll try to be less weird. I'm definitely used to kissing now, and a little bit of tickling. Those two things, I think I have them down."
 
"Good, because I really really like kissing you," he told her, giving her a quick peck on the lips to prove his point. "And I won't tickle you because as my little sister used to say when she was younger, tickling is cruel."


Blake chuckled and kissed her again, longer this time. When he pulled back he glanced down at her collar bone and neck, lifting a hand to run his fingers over the pink and red spots.
 
"Your sister is smart." Isabelle nodded seriously. "Tickling is very cruel. For all you know, I might end up flailing too hard, and you could get hurt."


She closed her eyes, his fingers moved along her skin, and she shivered at the light touch. Although she couldn't see the little pocks on her skin, there was a hint of feeling they were there. They'd been in bed all day, simply kissing and feeling for one another, there wasn't any other perfect moment like this in Isabelle's mind.


"It's going to be hard to sleep." Isabelle sighed. She meant it as in because the two had been laying down all day, not thinking about any other implications. Later, she'd want to take a shower, and was sure she would get a head rush, but who cares.
 
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