The Last 30 Days [Inactive]

Blake sighed in fake disappointment and shifted so his face was at level with Isabelle's. He brushed her hair from her face and touched her cheek with his fingertips, practically transferring his love for her through the touch. He was sure she could see it in his eyes, how they softened as soon as they made contact with her's.


"I suppose I can wait until you feel like rubbing my back," he mumbled, then smiled, unable to even pretend to be upset while he was this close to what made him happiest.
 
His gentle touch was always welcome. She'd now grown used to the ever light touch of his fingers brushing hair from her face, or when his hand glided anywhere across her skin. He'd given her the comfort of love, and a life in her eyes she never would have felt had she been alone. Days with him were worth every second of her time, she would tell him soon, if she remembered. There were so many things she could have been doing in her last days before her operation, and she would choose to spend them here with him.


She crashed down to reality when her cheeks felt hot at his words. Of course she was red, it was her new skin color.


"If I get up, you're going to stare." Isabelle hid her face in the pillow.
 
Blake tilted his head side to side and puckered his lips, weighing his options. "Stare or back massage," he mumbled, biting down on his lip. "How about I roll over and close my eyes so I don't see you. That way I can't stare." It was a simple solution and plus, he thought, I'll get to stare some other time.
 
"You don't have to..." Isabelle lifted her head out of the pillow and sighed. She was now resting on her elbows as she looked at Blake. "You can look, I was just. You know. Being me." She shook her head while she smiled and sat up until she rested on her knees.


"Come on." She waved her hands at Blake. "On your back, I have to get the lotion I suppose, you wait here." She instructed. Isabelle crawled off of the bed and let her feet touch down on the now cold wooden floor.
 
Blake grinned and dramatically put his hands over his eyes but then put them down a second later and pulled his shirt off from the collar. He tossed it asside and grabbed Isabelle's pillow and laid down how she had been just a few moments ago. It didn't take long for her to get the lotion but Blake couldn't turn around to look at her without moving too much from the comfortable position.
 
Isabelle sat on Blake's hips like he had to her before. She squeezed some lotion onto her hands and rubbed it together for a bit before she placed her hands on his Blake's back before lightly kneading her knuckles into the area below his shoulders. "Is that okay?" She asked, worried she might be hurting his back.
 
He nodded, his back muscles tensing a bit at first until he got used to the feeling of her hands. The lotion made it so her hands weren't pulling on his skin too much and he was glad of that, it would have hurt without it. "That feels nice," he muttered, eyes closing shut unwillingly. He stayed still with his mouth agape.
 
Under her breath she mumbled, "Good, because I thought I was bad at this." She traced her fingers from the base of his neck, and put a bit of pressure on his spine as she trailed down towards the small of his back. Once she'd done this, she went back to rubbing his back with her hands.


After her hands started to feel a bit dry, she reached for the lotion, but not before she leaned down to plant a kiss on his shoulder.
 
Blake's back arched slightly despite himself and he chuckled, pushing his face into the pillow. "No, hun, you're good at this. Or maybe I just like having your hands on me, no matter what you're doing." The last part of course was said specifically to fluster his girlfriend.
 
Isabelle jolted into an upright position and adjusted herself on his hips. Of course he would choose that moment to tease Isabelle, when she's sitting without her shirt rubbing his back. Why she hadn't seen it coming was beyond her, she should expect it more often.


"No matter what they're doing." She repeated, it did crack a grin out of her stubborn and awkward self. It was for the best Blake couldn't see it. Isabelle focused more on his shoulders at this point, she leaned forward and put her hands just at the base of his neck. They were probably very cold, and rather slick, so she did her best to rub it into his skin. She traced along his back like she had before.


(I almost misspelled upright to upgirth, if it makes you feel any better about that whole cup thing)
 
((No, it really doesn't))


"No matter what they're doing," he confirmed, tensing up again as her cold hands found a new area of his back. Just like before, he managed to relax again, his back muscled becoming still under his skin. "Even when they're freezing cold." He grinned and kept his eyes shut, enjoying the feeling of her hands working out knots.
 
((I'm so sorry ;o;))


Isabelle wondered if she was doing a decent job, she must've been by the way Blake was reacting. It made her feel a little more confident in her smallish hands as they ran along his back. She rolled her eyes, even though he couldn't see, and smiled. "I can't help it, lotion." On his back she drummed her fingers quickly to prove her point.


The longer she went at it, the more devoted she was to making sure she had gotten every inch of his back. She was focused, and quiet now, as she kneaded her hands on his skin.
 
The drumming was once again a foreign motion and it kind of tickled him when she did it close to his spine, but not enough for a bigger reaction other than a small grin. He could feel how much more confident she was already, her movements more sure and that just made it all that much better.


"Hey, Isabelle, I love you," he said happily, smiling like a fool.
 
Isabelle stopped massaging his back and wrapped one arm around herself, the other found a piece of hair to play with as she smiled at his back. Alright, so the teasing wasn't bad she admitted, it was worth it. Three little words that made her heart feel full. He never had to guess any more when she was blushing, but at least it was because she was so damn happy this time.


"I love you, too." She smiled. "And to think, all I had to do was get coffee spilled on my shirt to find you."
 
"You're never going to let me forget that, are you?" he asked, easily remembering the first time they met. He was babbling on about being sorry non stop, never ending sounds coming from his embarrassed mouth. Then after he'd composed himself he managed to get her phone number and now here they were, not too long after that.
 
"No, I'm not." Isabelle giggled, a sweet and happy sound. At the time, she'd been so startled she offered to buy him his drink back. "You said you were jealous of people with green eyes, too. I remember that for some reason."


Some reason being she felt complimented. Of all the things she remembered about that day, besides the hot and sticky sensation of coffee on her shirt, was how she felt being told someone else was jealous of green eyes.


"People say that a lot, oh I wish I had green eyes, but I remember you said that."
 
Blake laughed, shrugging as well as he could from his position on his stomach. "Is there a difference between jealous of green eyes and wishing for green eyes?" he asked, then thought about it more and coming to the conclusion that yes, there was a conclusion. He preferred green eyes and was jealous of what those people had, but he didn't wish his eyes were any different.
 
"Yes there is." Isabelle stated. She rolled off of Blake and rested her head over the edge of the bed, with her legs running across his, but she didn't like the head rush it gave her. It was very unpleasant. She adjusted herself, and ended up laying next to Blake on her side, arms crossed in front of her.


"See, I could wish for brown eyes, but being jealous of them just means I think they're attractive." She explained, even though Blake had reached that conclusion in his own head.
 
He nodded, opening his eyes to look into Isabelle's beautiful ones. "I think you're attractive," he said matter of factly, finishing the phrase with a dorky smile. He extended a finger and poked her on the nose then pushed his hand further to lay it on her soft red cheek. "I think you're great." He paused a moment and then smiled and nodded. "Yeah, you're great."
 
"I know." Isabelle teased, she leaned in to give him a kiss. For two seconds too long she hovered over his lips, and then quickly changed to kiss his nose.


She nuzzled her face into his shoulder and wrapped her arms around him, pulling her body as close as she could to his. Both for the comfort, and so he wouldn't stare too much. She was still getting used to this.
 
Blake and Isabelle's bodies folded together and Blake kissed her forehead. He had to tilt his head back a bit to do so since they were mostly eye to eye with each other. Isabelle's words only made him smile and love her even more. That's what it seemed like in his mind, every time Isabelle said something or did something, every time she breathed, Blake fell in love with her all over again. He always fell harder than before, it compared to a kid jumping off the monkey bars over and over and over again until he landed on his feet, but this time he would not ask for a bandaid. Isabelle was all the bandages he needed.
 
(should we skip soon?)


They were always so close, from the very beginning, they were constantly connected by a touch, a kiss. She would try to sneak a look in, and in the moments she wasn't trying, Blake was doing the same. Love, she had to remind herself, this is what it was supposed to feel like. All the pain and sadness in her life drifted away, it didn't matter.


She was tucked under his neck as he kissed her forehead, that was something that always made her feel loved. Not wanting to move, she kissed his neck just where it met the shoulder and nuzzled her nose against his skin. It was easy to stay still, in his embrace, but she caught herself holding in her breath, so she exhaled and kissed him again.
 
((Sure. I'm coming up with mediocre romantic stuff just to get a paragraph haha... So timeskip to the beach weekend like we talked about?))


It was 10:30 on the following Saturday's beautiful sunny morning. Blake was up and around packing one of his duffel bags with the essentials of a road trip: snacks, sun screen, blankets and pillows (which took several attempts to get them in the bag), water bottles, etc. He also had another bag going for his own clothes.


Blake had been up since 7:00 taking an two hours to read and the rest to make pancakes and get ready for the road trip. The pancakes were sitting warm in the oven.
 
((I'm a sap for romance, don't even worry about it))


Friday, May 1st:


Isabelle rolled over in bed, her hair was a mess, it twisted and curled around her head and onto everything around her. Maybe a cut wouldn't be such a bad thing, she mused. The sun from the window had woken her up, somewhere she heard Blake walking around. He hadn't kicked her out, so she stayed. There was only one day she had to return home to pack for their trip, and no one was there.


She felt a little guilty about leaving Judith so suddenly, and she tried to ignore the calls that came out of shame. They were mixed with calls from Isabelle's mother, father, and one or two calls from the hospital. It was all such a mess, but she kept it as quiet as she could, not wanting it to be a problem for the weekend.


Her bag was packed and ready, as she'd made sure of before she fell asleep. After she rolled out of bed, Isabelle dragged herself into the bathroom to brush her hair, and brush her teeth. As a precaution she took a few Ibuprofen, not wanting her head to bring her down.


Dressed and ready, she floated to the kitchen at the smell of pancakes. "Good morning." She yawned.
 
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"Good morning," called Blake from the office. He walked out with a book in his hand and set in on the counter before walking the last tow steps to Isabelle. He wrapped his arms around her skinny waist and first kissed her on the cheek and then the lips. He kissed her for a few seconds before pulling back and smakced his lips. "Minty fresh," he remarked, grinning.
 
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