The Last 30 Days [Inactive]

Isabelle heard him slide the tiles away, and lifted her head to see why. The game was definitely over now. She read the message and laughed out loud. "Thanks, Blake, I'm glad you think so." She giggled as she spoke to hide how she felt from receiving a compliment, amazing.


It turned into a bit of a new game. She wiped his tiles away and spelled a new message so he could see it.


UR HOT TOO


ATTRACTIVE FACE


NICE JAW


It was a little longer this time, and she used three lines to message it out, but it was clear enough in the end, despite the proper spellings of 'you're'.
 
Blake also voiced a laugh and he caressed his jaw with his hand, turning his head this way and that way as though examining a fruit. "I do have a pretty nice jaw, don't I?" he joked before swiping the tiles away. It took him a second to come up with a good message but then he figured it out.


I LIKE WHEN WE MAKE OUT


I LIKE IT A LOT


LIKE


A LOT
 
Isabelle covered her face with one of her hands and was laughing. It was such a simple message, but when read out loud, it sounded so silly. Still, it was embarrassing to think about when they were only goofing around. She started a new message.


YOU KNOW WHAT I LIKE


Isabelle looked up from the board to wait for Blake to say anything. After waiting, she placed down more letters with care, letting them slap against the board for dramatic effect.


YOU
 
Blake let out a mocking gasp and touched his hand to his chest and mouthed, "Me?" The look on his face was as sarcastic as it could get but that didn't last long and his mocking expression turned into a smile. He pushed away the YOU and slide other tiles onto the board


CHINESE FOOD
 
Isabelle sighed and shook her head. She'd tried, but, Blake messed up her letters. Still, she smiled when she wiped away his message, but she didn't form a new one. "I can say it out loud instead, you can't exactly mess up my talking now can you? I love you."


She started to put tiles back in the box, and added an afterthought, her head cocked to one side as if in deep thought. "Although I do really love Chinese food."
 
He nodded his head aggressively and spoke for the first time in what felt like a long time,"Exactly! Chinese food is great. Oh, and I love you too." He said the last words like they were an after thought but they both knew he really meant it. He helped her pack away the game and then put it back in the closet. All the talk about Chinese food made him hungry and he searched the fridge, happy to find that there was the leftover Chinese food sitting on a shelf in it's container.
 
Isabelle knew he was joking, so she shrugged it off with a smirk and followed him into the kitchen. She wasn't hungry at the moment, but she did reach for a glass to fill with water. After taking a sip, she jumped up to sit on the counter. "I'm not hungry, sorry." Isabelle confessed.


This was normal now. Instead of three full meals, she could maybe force down two small ones. It didn't help her balance, and it would all get worse, she knew this, but she didn't have to worry. It would happen, she just had to stop letting it scare her.
 
"I never asked if you were hungry," he joked with a smile, "I'm gonna eat your food." He spooned a little bit of the left overs onto a plate and put the rest in the fridge then microwaved his small snack for thirty seconds. It came out steaming and he comically licked his lips, opening a drawer for a fork. He took his first bite and held back a moan, it tasted even better than it did the first time.
 
Blake seemed satisfied, by the way he licked his lips over reheated Chinese. Isabelle rested her head against the cabinets and sipped at her water, wishing she felt like eating. It was an odd thing to wish for, but it would indicate she was healthier.


"You paid for it, I think you're okay." Isabelle mumbled, she closed her eyes for a minute and went back to sipping her water. "So it's not really my food."
 
"It's still your food no matter who paid for it," he argued casually, swallowing the last bite of his snack. He wanted to go back for more but if Isabelle got hungry later on she might want it. "I bought it for you, so it's your's. It's like buying someone a gift and then telling them it's not actually their's."
 
"So, you're really eating my gift right now." Isabelle pouted. She swung her legs for a bit as she watched Blake eat the food. Either way, by the time she felt like eating again, it might be gone. She didn't care too much if he ate it all in one go.


She rolled her shoulders and remembered the deal from earlier in the day. "I could really go for a shoulder massage right now." She hinted.
 
Blake dropped the plate into the sink with a clatter and washed his hands, chewing on the inside of his cheek. He tilted his head side to side as though considering his answer. "Yeah, alright I'll give you your massage. Come on," he took her hand and led her into the bedroom. He grabbed some hand lotion from the bathroom.
 
Isabelle found herself sitting on the edge of the bed, swinging her legs like she had been doing on the counter. Blake had gone into the bathroom.


She fell back and spread out her arms, and then she sighed. It was a nice comfort after a day of walking around the mall. She rolled on her back and put a pillow under her head.
 
"Shirt off," he instructed, rubbing some lotion into his hands. He waited for her to do as he said and then he said, "I'm sorry, you might get flustered, but this is the best position for back rubs." He gave her a second to digest the warning before climbing on top of her, folding his legs beside either side of her hips.
 
Isabelle sighed, and wiggled out of her shirt so Blake couldn't see. She'd changed into her nice new red bra, and she completely forgot. The lace that ran along the top felt foreign, which is what reminded her that she'd purchased it only this morning. More white lace followed the strap all the way to the back, just thick enough to be noticeable, and thin enough not to be a pain.


"You aren't that sorry." Isabelle mumbled, she had her face rested on the pillow again, turned to the side. She could just make out the side of Blake's head, and if she turned, she could see his face.
 
"Nope, not really," he said, wiping some of the lotion from his hands onto her back. He'd have to work around her bra straps but that didn't really matter. He rubbed his fingers into her skin, working out the knots near her neck and further down on her shoulder blades. Blake ran his index finger's knuckle down Isabelle's spine, feeling each joint.
 
Isabelle sighed in pleasure at the touch of his hands on her back. She especially liked it when he ran down her spine, it was ticklish almost, but it felt good. "That, whatever you just did." She murmured into the pillow.


A smile had formed on her face without Isabelle meaning it to happen, she peeked up at Blake and she knew she had to be blushing, it was almost a standard now. She adjusted her head some and reached over her back to pull her hair out of the way, just in case it had been a bother at all.
 
Blake grinned and did as she said, rubbing his knuckle down on her spine. He did it a few times, nice and slow before going to rub her lower back. He rubbed his thumbs into her back near her spine, his fingers moving closer to her sides. Isabelle seemed to be enjoying the rub so far and he rubbed a bit harder, glad that the lotion smoothed his touch.
 
"You know," Isabelle sighed, every time he would press harder she suppressed a moan, not wanting to embarrass herself in the moment. "I was thinking about giving you a massage, but I like this, you never have to stop."


Of course she was only joking, but her back felt relieved, she enjoyed the pressure on her body. Even Blake, sitting on her hips, was a good kind of pressure as he rubbed his knuckles on her back.


"You're hands are like little..." She trailed off, not able to think of a good word.
 
Blake chuckled at her words, she spoke them softly and she sounded so at peace, and little wasn't the adjective he'd use to describe her hands given that they weren't little at all. They actually looked quite large pressed on her back from his point of view. He kept rubbing until his hands got tired and he let them go limp.
 
Isabelle felt the pressure getting weaker. In response, she turned her head and pushed herself up on her elbows. "I'm good, I appreciate it, that was awesome." She rolled her neck and it cracked in a few places. Her back glistened with the lotion that hadn't been absorbed. It didn't matter. The sensation was cooling and it felt wonderful.


She tried to roll over, but he was still sitting on her. It didn't stop him from receiving a full look at her recent purchase. She blushed and quickly rolled back over.
 
Blake laughed as the girl tried to roll over and he leaned down, planting a kiss on her cheek. His shirt fell away from his chest and stuck to her back. "I suppose you want me to get off now," he whispered before kissing the spot behind her ear and climbing off her like he had said. He could clearly see her new bra but he still kept his eyes on Isabelle's green ones.
 
She nodded and didn't say a word. When Blake was situated after coming off of her hips, she wiggled up next to him. It was an awkward motion, she didn't really want to roll over just yet, for two good reasons. A great massage, and that side of her which couldn't handle being teased or even complimented in the slightest.


"You should do that more often." Isabelle smiled. "Really." She nodded, her eyes excited as she reiterated the 'really', whispering it.
 
Blake nodded too, raising his eyebrows as though to say 'is that so?' "I suppose I could do it again sometime." He then shrugged and rolled his shoulders as well as he could while laying down. "Although if I do recall, I should get a massage to." He didn't really need the massage, he was just joking around.
 
"You'll get one." Isabelle murmured. She returned to how she had been laying before, her arms wrapped up under a pillow and her head rested on top. "Maybe in the morning. Maybe in a few minutes. It depends on how badly you want it."


She had said she would give Blake a massage, but at this point her body was so relaxed, it pained her to think about moving anywhere other than the spot she rested. Even so, she peeked over the pillow to give a soft smile. Her lips were always a soft shade of pink it seemed, accompanied by a cover of blush. But Blake, he always looked composed to Isabelle. His face was cool, sometimes his eyes did wander, mainly at Isabelle. Not that she minded, after all. He made her happy, and so long as she could do the same, that was alright.
 
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