The Last 30 Days [Inactive]

"You're breathing heavily," he told her as though it wasn't obviously. He placed his hand over her heart which was beating faster than normal. "You okay? Do you wanna talk about the dream?"
 
"It didn't work." Isabelle murmured, being rather vague, it would be understandable if Blake were confused. "And the heart monitor kept flat lining, that noise that beeping noise."


Her eyes moved all around Blake's face, even to the fabric behind him, trying to find how to explain her dream.


"Then you said it was bigger, I was going to die. It's not going to be okay." She was quiet, not crying, but had an edge of nervousness about her.
 
At first Blake wasn't sure what she was talking about but then he figured out that it was the surgery that didn't work. He nodded while she talked, only realizing that he was biting his lip when she was quiet. He stopped and then forced himself not to sigh.


"Alright, let's not talk about this. Look, the movies not completely over yet. Let's finish watching it."
 
Isabelle nodded and then turned herself on her other side so she could see the screen. The movie was indeed almost over, she'd missed the whole thing. It was alright, she thought.


She had to adjust herself a bit so her legs and hips matched up to Blake, who had moved behind her at some point. Isabelle wasn't sure when, but it was still cozy.
 
Blake now concentrated on the movie too, even though he hadn't fallen asleep his mind hadn't been on the movie either. When it was over he didn't make a move to turn it off, he stayed still except for the movements it took to swipe Isabelle's hair away from the back of her neck and nuzzle it gently. When he did so he wasn't even thinking about how close he was to the tumour.
 
Isabelle turned her head back so she could kiss Blake quickly. She rolled on her side, and she had to keep her chest pressed close or risk falling off of the couch. The tight space didn't bother her too much, but it still brought a blush to her face.


"I fell asleep." She commented. "And the movie was even my idea." She grinned awkwardly and apologized.
 
"That's alright," he said, brushing his lips against her flushed cheeks. "You can watch it again some other time."


Blake kissed her cheek a few times then trailed the kisses up and down her jaw line. "Hmm, I love you," he said for the third time today.
 
Isabelle blushed even more profusely and tried to look down, but they were pressed so tight together, it only gave her a view of the top of their chests. She laughed cheerfully, and tried not to look embarrassed, but that was near impossible.


"And I love you, too." She responded, looking up while she said it, and then back down to her original view.
 
Blake kissed her jaw a few more times and reached to kiss the corner of her mouth. "Good," he breathed, eyes half closed. They were so close together, Blake liked to imagine that he could easily hear her heartbeat, feel the blood pumping underneath her skin.


Blake ran his fingertips up and down Isabelle's forearm with a light touch, still thinking about the blood that pumped in those veins. The saying 'Blood is thicker than water' popped up in his mind and his thoughts switched to his relationship wtih his family versus his relationship with Isabelle.
 
Isabelle pressed her head to his and closed her eyes as he ran his fingers along her arm. What would happen to them in the future? She was more worried about what would happen to him if she didn't make it.


At least he has his family, she couldn't help but think. Sure, Isabelle had her aunt, but right now their relationship wasn't so great. Blake got along with his family, right? At least she thought so.
 
Blake's relationship with his family was in fact good, but not perfect. He spoke with them and rarely fought, but his parents often showed disappointment every time Blake refused to get a real job. They didn't understand that he just wanted to learn, he had no desire what so ever to do anything with his extensive knowledge.


"Do you like to shop?" he asked randomly, looking down at Isabelle. As far as he knew most girls did enjoy it, and it was something the two of them could do during the week to waste time before the weekend.
 
"Of course I do." Isabelle smiled. "I'm a girl." She looked up at him and then tilted her head into the couch. "Why'd you suddenly ask?"


Whenever Isabelle went out she ended up buying too much, so it was the only reason she avoided the mall or any shops. She would get too excited and forget that she only had so much money. Typically, she would gawk at the dresses she knew she couldn't afford, and also never had a reason to wear.
 
"I'll take you shopping some day," he explained with a casual shrug. "You'll be glad to hear that I'm one of those people who don't look at price tags." This information was false, he did look at the price tags yet it never mattered. If he liked what he saw he bought it.
 
"Really?" Isabelle's eyes lit up with excitement. Her family was somewhat poor, price tags meant a great deal to her. If it was too high, there was never even a question, it was off limits. Her aunt was more lenient, but her own parents often forced her to keep the price low. "My parents used to make me shop at thrift stores, because things are so expensive. Not all the time, but still. Thank you."


She wrapped an arm around him and pulled him closer (if it were possible) to hug him out of appreciation.


"I'll be sure to find something you like, too, I mean. On me. If that's not weird." Isabelle's bumbling self came out again, as she stammered out the words.
 
"Maybe some more pink underwear," he said with a wink, his fingers teasingly slipping under the waistband of her pants. He waited for her blush to come and his smile came a second after.
 
"I have plenty." She shouted, telltale blush covering her face. "I mean, not pink, but in general. Not that. I don't even." Isabelle continued to ramble, she also tried to push herself away, but that would mean falling to the floor. She cleared her throat once and tried again.


"Maybe I want blue." She huffed, still shy.
 
Despite her small effort to escape the proximity, Blake held her close, not removing his hand from her pants. "Blue is nice," he said, then smirked and said in a whisper, "I like lace... just so you know."


He knew that would make her insides squirm with embarrassment and that's why he said it. He'd never get tired of his teasing.
 
Her face scrunched in embarrassment, and she tried her best not to say anything that would show it. The more she wriggled in place, the more it felt like the hand in her pants might accidentally pull them down. Isabelle gulped and looked with concentration at Blake. "So do I, it's not comfortable, but it can be...sexy."


Internally she was slapping her hand over her face. Why her? She asked. Why is this the thing Blake liked to do, of all things, tease her?
 
"Sexy," he repeated slowly, letting the word roll of his tongue. "Unlike these little girl underwear," he added with a squeeze of his hand.


Blake didn't think anything of these actions, after all, Isabelle knew that if things got out of hand for her she could say no and it would all stop in an instant. It was all fun in games... somewhat.
 
"If you don't like them, then don't look at them, or just pretend they aren't there." Isabelle whined somewhat, still embarrassed, but still persevering. If she could, she'd find a way to not be so awkward. She swore she would. "Otherwise, there are other things you can look at, Blake."


She adjusted her legs so they held tighter together, her nerves were tingling all over her body.
 
Blake almost couldn't bring himself to say what he wanted to, but still he managed to sputter out, "What if they weren't there." He was holding back so much laughter, there were nearly tears in his eyes. Still, he would keep teasing even though he noticed how well Isabelle seemed to be handling herself. She had for the most part stopped squirming.
 
Isabelle had actually stopped to think. She'd never been truly undressed, actually naked, in front of anyone. Her face looked oddly serious for the flirtatious talk. "I suppose I'd be naked then. Wouldn't I." She mumbled, somewhat lost in thought. After that, whatever motions she was supposed to go through were a mystery.


"Yeah." She added, her hand had moved to touch her lips while she pondered the idea. Isabelle was only now realizing how inexperienced she was. Sure, she'd seen movies, but those weren't real. Was it even close?
 
Blake frowned slightly, examining all the facial expressions Isabelle was making in that moment. "Well, yes, if you were wearing nothing you'd be naked. But it were just these gone," he said, snapping the elastic band, "You'd still be wearing pants and a shirt and... a bra." as he said that last part he looked down as though by instinct and nodded.
 
"I think I got ahead of myself. You just said if they weren't there, and I assumed..." She began to ramble, then quickly stopped herself. It was turning into somewhat of a game of willpower. She wanted to prove she could go without fumbling. "The bra is indeed lace today, I know you said you liked it." She shrugged, and then attempted to roll over so her back was facing him.


"But I suppose that's something for another time."
 
She had somewhat turned away from him and Blake wondered if it was another way to hide her face. He smiled at the thought of his shy girlfriend and took his hand from the back of her pants and pushed away the t-shirt from her shoulder. He kissed her skin gently, saying, "Another day. Meaning it could happen." The words came out sounding more like a question.
 
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