The Last 30 Days [Inactive]

"Only if you can guess the color." She teased. Isabelle didn't really mean it, if it eventually led up to that then she might just let him see. "I'll only give you one guess though, no take backs either."


She chuckled slightly and then turned to hide her face, finally letting some of her embarrassment out before it all was expelled from her body in a single red wave of blush.
 
Blake laughed, unable to believe that she hadn't realized that he had pushed her shirt back enough to see a bit of the strap. "It's black," he answered, kissing her shoulder once again.
 
Isabelle's whole body tensed. "How the hell...?" She started. The kiss on her shoulder answered her question, and she sighed, not believing how much of an idiot she was being. Of course he would be able to guess, the strap was up around her shoulder.


"I suppose a deal is a deal." She laughed, more as a joke than anything else. Unless he'd taken her seriously of course.
 
He could hear the joking tone in her voice and he sat up a bit so he could see more of her face. He chewed on the inside of his cheek while he watched her for a moment before leaning down and planting a soft kiss on her lips. While he did this his hand caressed her hip and up to her side underneath the shirt. "Not yet, huh?"
 
"I.." Isabelle turned away. She didn't fumble her words, but she was still nervous. It weren't as if she didn't trust him. "Like I said earlier, everything is a first with you, so it's hard to just..." She trailed off, her cheeks weren't their normal red, but more of a soft pink.


She leaned up and kissed him again, unsure of how to explain herself.
 
Blake offered a smile, it was soft but not sad. He laid back down and buried his face in her hair at the base of her neck. "I love you," he said as though it were possible she could forget.


He had been just fooling around and now Isabelle seemed to be too flustered, but not in her usual way, and Blake had gone too far, even for a joke.
 
"I know you do, and I love you." She smiled. Her heart started to pound under her chest as she debated if she should try something. Of course she wanted to get over her nervousness, that would always take time. Unfortunately, that wasn't something she had a lot of.


Isabelle, although facing away, took hold of his hand on her hip and gently slid it to the center of her chest. It hiked up the side of her shirt some, revealing all of her pale skin above her hips. She kept her hand on top of his and started to interlock their fingers. She held them there, knowing he could probably feel how quickly her heart beat.
 
Blake smiled at her actions, and despite her quick heart beat which revealed how nervous she was, he praised, "You're brave." She really was, he was surprised at how well she was handling everything.


((Sorry for all the short replies, I'm getting too tired to concentrate and the head ache isn't helping. Good night))
 
((Well hey, if you aren't feeling well get to bed D: Night))


"Yeah?" She breathed quickly, still keeping their hands together. Isabelle didn't dare pull away, not yet, she was just getting used to the feeling. "And you're a nerd, a refined one." She calmed down some, just enough to tease him. Eventually her heart slowed to a steady pace, to the point where she was able to rub her thumb against his hand.


He was so close to her bare chest, and it was bothering her less and less the more she held him still. In a way, she was a little proud of herself for being, what Blake called, brave.
 
"I'm not denying it," he replied. He was scared to move an inch, a twitch of his finger could fluster hear and she'd tense up and they'd be back at square one. Blake could feel her steadying heartbeat but that could change in a second.


"You know, this is nice," he said almost jokingly. "Good bonding time."
 
Isabelle was finally calm, her heart rested at a steady pace and she could talk without her face lighting up. Really, she felt just fine, it was only skin she told herself. That, and she liked Blake, so she shouldn't worry. Reasons, reasons, reasons, and all the rationale she could helped to keep her calm.


"Really?" She laughed, "I mean, it is nice, because I get to spend so much time with you."
 
Blake shrugged, now sure that if he moved she wouldn't become nervous again. "I like spending time with you," he answered, running his free hand through her hair. He couldn't braid with one hand but he could still twirl the strands. "It's a lot better than studying all alone."
 
Isabelle started to feel like she might doze off again, so she closed her eyes, still continuing to respond to Blake. She kept their hands interlocked as well, not wanting to let go. "Yeah. Just think, now you can study, and I can distract you at the same time. You'll never get anything done anymore."


She adjusted herself against Blake and turned her head towards the couch.


"Sorry about that." She laughed. He'll never get anything done, she says. They stayed like that, curled up on the couch, until she suspected it would get dark soon, and her stomach hinted at grumbling.
 
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Everything Isabelle said and did had a reaction inside of him, her voice set off twinkling bells telling him to listen up, her movement sending shocks under his skin. Isabelle is the blood in my veins, he thought with a smile.


"Who knows, I might be able to drown you out." Although his voice showed no sign of a lie he knew the chances of it being true were slim.
 
"I doubt it." Isabelle smirked. She was being far past brave at this point, she actually felt comfortable teasing him. After once more adjusting herself, she rolled back towards Blake and kissed him on the lips, nice and slow.


"I'll just practice distracting you, without blushing." She grinned. "Good luck."
 
Blake kissed back, eyes drifting close. It was a sweet kiss that sent shocks through his lips and up to his cheeks.


"We could practice now," he suggested with a boyish grin, kissing her again just like the previous kiss. It still sent the same shocks through his head and he wondered idly what it felt like for her. When he pulled back, he decided to ask, "What's it like for you when we kiss?"
 
"When we kiss?" Isabelle paused to consider, her face grew soft, her mouth hung in an open 'o' while she thought. It was a new experience, something she never wanted to stop. Tingling and sensational were two good words, but saying them out loud might make her embarrassed. She went with it anyways.


"It's, well it's kind of sensational." She started, one of her hands traced along the side of his face until it was cupped in her hand. "Every time it happens, when you kiss me, I just don't want you to stop, if that doesn't sound too silly. It's, there's a word for it, it's breathtaking, and my nerves feel like they're being shocked, and, Blake it's.." Isabelle stopped herself before she started to look ridiculous.
 
"It's what?" he urged, really wanting to know everything. So far it seemed to be about the same, the shocks and the tingling. Sensational wasn't a word he'd use, probably just because he didn't like the word, but it was better than delightful or even exquisite. Stimulating, was a word he would use, because really that's what the kiss was. It made every one of his hairs stand on end and he felt alive.
 
How did she want to put it without making herself red in the face? It probably wasn't possible.


"It sends shocks through my body, and sometimes, I think it would be nice if time would just stop. Right here. It's not just your lips, or mine, pressed together. Just something about the sensation of being so close..." Isabelle locked her eyes on his, she moved her cupped hand subconsciously while she had been talking so it was tracing a line across his bottom lip. "...being so close to you."


Whether or not it came out like she wanted it to sound in her head, Isabelle meant every word. She would say more if she had the talent to do so, but it wouldn't be so eloquent.
 
Blake nodded, understanding what she meant. He could tell that some of her hesitation wasn't just her figuring out how to word her phrases, she was scared of looking silly. "You don't sound weird, or anything, you know?" he assured her, once again brushing hair from her face. "I understand completely what you're talking about."
 
"I know." Isabelle nodded, she sounded a little unsure of herself, but he understood. So, it must be true, she told herself. He was being open and honest with her, she didn't sound silly, only affectionate.


He brushed the hair out of her face and she smiled so sweetly at the touch, she let out a laugh and confessed, "That's good, because it's pretty hard to describe. Before you know it, I'll be pretty red."
 
"Red's a nice colour though," he said in a mockingly defensive tone. "Not my favourite colour, but I certainly don't want you to be blue in the face." The joke was a weak one, considering Isabelle's possibly imminent death. They brushed it off either way.
 
"Maybe I'll get some matching red lace..." Isabelle mumbled the last part so quietly, but the message was clear. Her usual, blushing self returned, and she had to cover her face with her hands. She still laughed, it was getting easier for her to be what she thought of as flirtatious, and Blake brave.


"Let's have dinner, it's about time, and I need to go back to my pale complexion before my face is stained like this forever." She groaned, still hiding under her hands.
 
Blake's mouth opened slightly at her mention of red lace and he stared at her, an excited look in his chocolate brown eyes. For a second he thought he had imagined it, but he had seen her plump lips moved and her skin tone go from red to redder as she uttered the words.


"What do you want for dinner?" he asked once he had composed himself. Blake managed to get up from the black couch without knocking Isabelle off.
 
"I'm glad you're excited." She mentioned as she noted the look in his eyes. "I want, I don't know what I want. Pizza, pasta, a sandwich, this is hard you know." She joked, slowly she removed her hands from her face.


"You always ask me, what do you want?" Isabelle asked. She stood up from the couch and almost lost her balance, she'd been so distracted that she had almost forgotten that her balance was thrown. After a moment she gained her balance and carefully made her way to the kitchen, arms out, and she stared at her feet the whole way.
 
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