The Last 30 Days [Inactive]

Blake easily came up with the solution, "We can stay up all night and sleep tomorrow." Blake doubted that would work, he would fall asleep sometime during the night. "We can move around until we get tired."


Blake closed his eyes in peace, resting his travelling hand over the worst of the hickeys. They would go away in a day or two, but if Isabelle planned on seeing anyone else she'd need to cover them up.
 
"I don't know if I'll be able to." Isabelle wondered, "I'll probably just pass out on the floor if we try. I'm not really a fan of hitting my head on anything either."


She glanced at his face as he trailed over her skin. He couldn't see her smiling softly at him, just admiring the way he looked. "We might, and bear with me, we might just have to get out of bed."
 
Blake kept his eyes closed but made a face of sheer fear. "No!" he said dramatically, "Anything but that!" His face relaxed and went back to normal, a small grin the only thing left on his other wise calm looks.
 
"I do want to take a shower, if that's okay." Isabelle mentioned, it helped to make her feel better in the smallest way, as any hot shower might. "So, I'll have to get out of bed, but you can stay here. Unless you get hungry."


Isabelle stared at him for a moment, and then sighed, shaking her head. "You know, you're just so." She bit her lip. "Just so handsome." It was offhanded, sure, but he'd been staring so much she couldn't help but say it.
 
At the mention of a shower, Blake smiled, thinking of how he'd like to shower with Isabelle. That of course would be a no on her part, she wouldn't be able to handle the embarrassment.


Blake opened one of his eyes and glanced at Isabelle before saying, "I'm flattered that someone as beautiful as you can take time to compliment me." He leaned down and kissed her softly.
 
She traced circles on the sheet under her, every so often she glanced back up to smile at him. "You're still the only one to call me that. Beautiful." Sensing another wave of embarrassment, she started to sit up. "Where do you keep towels? I'll shower now, try not to miss me too much."
 
"Cupboard in the bathroom," he said, lifting chin towards the door. "I won't miss you at all, I'll get up and read while I wait." Blake stood up, lifting his arms above his head to stretch. He felt his spine crack a few times and he sighed, already feeling better. If he had been wearing a shirt it would have showed a sliver of his stomach.
 
Isabelle made her way to the bathroom and shut the door behind her, making sure it had closed all the way. She picked out an average tan towel and placed it on a hanger just outside of the shower. Again, she checked to make sure the door was shut before she stripped out of her shirt and unclasped her bra, and slipped out of her underwear. Even in someone else's house, she tried to cover herself.


She checked her appearance in the mirror for a minute before turning the shower on. Her skin was a nice color now, red, and her lips looked full and puckered. She blamed it, more praised it, on all of the kissing. After feeling somewhat satisfied with her appearance, she finally turned the shower on and hopped in.


By force of habit she hummed and mumbled different songs, which echoed in the bathroom. The hot water served to wash away her horrible day from yesterday, and cleanse herself. Her muscles started to relax and her head cleared. This was a good idea, she thought.
 
Blake walked out into the hallway, stopping as soon as he heard her humming. Even when he leaned his head against the door he could barely make out the songs so he shrugged and dropped his curiosity. He went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water then went to his office and picked up a random book.
 
Isabelle let the water run for a few more minutes. Her hair clung to her back and face as the water hit, but enough was enough. It was time to get out. She shut off the water and carefully stepped out. Her hand gripped the towel and then she slipped on some water that had found it's way out of the shower, she slipped and fell right on her backside, head hitting the wall a bit.


"Ow..." Isabelle groaned, she held the towel up to her chest and rubbed her head with her spare hand. "That hurt." She looked awkward, legs bent in front of her, and half of her body still sitting in the shower. Her head throbbed a bit, but she shook it off, it'd be fine.
 
The loud band startled him and he dropped the book, the hard cover landing right on his toes. He cursed but hurried down the hall, limping slightly. He knocked on the door and said, "You okay?"
 
"Yeah." Isabelle rubbed her head some more. "I slipped and hit my head, I'm fine. D-don't come in!" She added on as an afterthought. Isabelle hadn't even remembered to bring in a change of clothes. Cursing herself, she was going to wait a minute before leaving to grab her bag of clothes.


She stood up, doing her best to stay balanced, and once more stared at herself in the mirror.
 
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"Wasn't going to," he responded to her panicked voice, baking away from the door with both hand held up near his head. He returned to the office and picked up the book he had dropped. He flipped back to the page he had been reading, taking a moment to find his place.
 
Isabelle slipped from the bathroom, clad in only a towel and tiptoed over to her bag. She wasn't fond of the idea of Blake seeing her soaking wet in one of his towels, the idea made her blush and want to scurry back into the safety of the bathroom. After digging around for something to wear, she decided on a long casual tee shirt and a rather bright pink pair of underwear. Oh well, she thought, I am a girl after all.


She changed in the bathroom, her head still sore from slamming it on the wall. Isabelle kept rubbing it, hoping it might go away. Then, she returned to bed and fell into the sheets. Her body took up the whole space, head in the top corner, legs in the bottom opposite corner splayed apart. It was heaven. A nice shower and then bed, everything smelled like a mixture of her own shampoo and Blake. She closed her eyes and sighed.
 
Blake heard her feet pad across the floor and then the bed squeak as she must have layed down. He closed the book and took his time walking to the bedroom. He stood in the doorway for a moment, smiling at the sight of Isabelle sprawled over the entire bed. He sighed in happiness and crossed the room to his bed, then layed on top of Isabelle just to tease her. He managed to do so silently and with barely any weight resting on the girl.
 
Isabelle breathed out as he laid over her. She turned her head some and raised an eyebrow. "Hello. Comfortable?"


She wiggled her arms free so she could lay on crossed arms like she had been earlier. Her head was throbbing, so she was careful to stay still and stare straight down towards the sheets.
 
In response to her question Blake pretended to snore, jerking his head during one particularly loud snore as though he were waking up. "Hmm?" he mumbled, wiping invisible drool off his lips as he sat up and off of her. "Sorry, I fell asleep."
 
"Well I'm glad you're so comfortable." Isabelle said sarcastically. She moved her hands to cover the back of her head. "Fall asleep somewhere else, this is all mine now."


She waved her legs from side to side across the sheets. Then, she raised a leg and tried to lightly smack Blake with it, but it wouldn't reach.
 
Blake easily pushed her foot away and stood up, grabbing one of the blanket's corners and folding it over her, then taking the opposite corner and folding it. He grabbed both the corners and lifted up, pulling Isabelle off the bed in a a hanging bundle of blanket. He set her on the ground and climbed on the naked bed, laying on his back with his ankles crossed and his arms resting under the back of his head.
 
"So much for that." She groaned, and lifted her head to stare at his crossed ankles. Lazily, she swatted a hand at his foot. Isabelle started to stand up, and then slipped again from the head rush she'd received, only to fall back down, the blanket slipping out in front of her.


"Oh, come on!" She shouted, wincing as she curled into a ball on the floor, holding her head with her hands. That was the second time within the hour she'd fallen, it didn't sit right with her.
 
Blake quickly moved to the side of the bed and pulled Isabelle up so she wouldn't fall again. "Okay, you're gonna sit still for the rest of the day. The last thing you need is to fall again." He kissed her on the head and then leaned over the bed, also retrieving the blankets which he covered Isabelle with.
 
"Where's the fun in that?" Isabelle asked, she stared straight up at the ceiling as she talked, hands held up in the air. "I'll start sitting still now."


She froze up, with her hands at her sides, and stayed as still as possible. Even her breaths were small, or at least she tried, so she moved as little as possible. Her toes wiggled some, because she couldn't keep completely still without laughing in his face.
 
Blake rolled his eyes and sighed once again as though he didn't have time for this. He poked at her stomach to get her to move. He loved the playfulness between them, it felt so natural, so nice.


"Alright smart ass," he muttered in a fake exasperated voice.
 
"I don't think my ass can be smart, but I'll accept the compliment." She said seriously, her face looked nothing but stern. It was hard for her to keep it up though, because she soon started laughing. It was good he played along, she'd always thought he was more serious. "Come here, since I'm not allowed to move."


She held out her hands and smiled at him with a devilish grin, well knowing she was being a pain. When he didn't respond right away she flexed her fingers as if to motion him forward, but it ended up looking more like she was trying to grope the air. Isabelle was horrible at being serious.
 
Blake's eyes squeezed shut as a silent laugh escaped him and he took her small hand in his. He curled up beside her stiff body, mouth close to ear, which he kissed before settling down. They weren't up all the way in the bed so if he stretched out his legs, his feet would dangle off the edge.


"You wouldn't think an ass could be cute either, yet here you are," he joked, continuing his prodding at her stomach.
 
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