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 Posted: Mon May 18, 2015 6:30 pm
His smile dimmed as she moved; it was almost as though he thought for an instant that she was slipping out of his lap, and Isaac very nearly frowned. However, when it became clear that she was merely readjusting her position in his lap, Isaac chuckled softly. He rested his hands on her hips, the tips of his fingers rubbing small circles against the curve of her a**. She tasted like peanut butter and bananas; it was a nice compliment to her own unique flavor, and Isaac purred softly at the plushness of her lips. Color flushed his cheeks, and when she tipped her head Isaac obliged her immediately. The kiss went on until Isaac broke it, his voice a little rough as he whispered, "Cameras, Gretchen." The blush on his cheeks did not dim; it was obvious that he'd enjoyed the kiss - and equally obvious that he was not entirely thrilled by the thought that someone might be watching them.
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2015 6:47 pm
Not so shy now. Her lips moved beneath his in a smile as his hands roamed, and she slipped her's back, fingers threading through warm curls and drawing it back from his face as they kissed. Her legs flexed, knees pressing into his sides as her back arched, and there was an answering sound of delight before he was pulling back. That'd earn a soft, protesting whine and a puzzled blink. Gaze just a touch unfocused as she looked up at him, brows creased, cheeks every bit as flushed as his. For a long second it didn't sink in. When it did, honey eyes widened just a touch before rolling up towards the ceiling and towards the sides of the room. She hadn't...considered cameras. Which was ironic, given her division, but Isaac was a bit distracting. Drawing in a breath, she let it out in a disappointed sigh as her shoulders sagged, leaning forward to drop her forehead against his collarbone. "Oh." Releasing his hair she trailed her nails over his arms and down his sides, hooking her pinkies into the loops at the sides of his jeans. "How long is your shift?"
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2015 8:10 pm
Isaac cleared his throat before he spoke. "Thirty minutes." He gave her a chagrined smile, lips quirking apologetically. He brushed a few wayward strands of hair back from her eye before he cupped her cheek and bumped his nose against hers. "Not too long," Isaac added, brows lifting.
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2015 8:24 pm
She couldn't help but smile as she leaned into that gentle touch, nose wrinkling at the soft bump. "Thirty minutes," she repeated, closing her eyes as she brought a hand up to cup the one at her cheek. It wasn't too long. Surely they could find something to keep them occupied half an hour. Grasping for an easy distraction, she pressed fingertips into the backs of his fingers, only a couple, then shifted that light touch to press three into new points, as if she were playing his hand like the strings on some instrument. "When I was younger, before the accident and then a little in high school, I used to play the violin." Humming, she slid her fingers along his, recalling as many notes as she could before catching his hand and drawing it down between them so she could follow the lines on his palm with the painted tip of her nail. "I haven't played in a while. I used to be okay at it, though I was never dedicated enough to get really good. Someone, I think his names Jerry?" There was a pause as she tried to remember. "Guy on twitter, oddball." Her lips pursed. "Anyways, he's a bit of a music nut I guess, tryin' to get all these instruments on the island. He said he'd try to get a violin or two." Her thumbs pressed into his palm, massaging lightly. "Maybe I can good again."
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2015 8:39 pm
"I am good only at fishing," Isaac chuckled, a little mesmerized by the play of her fingers on his. He kept quiet for a moment, caught up in the thought of how much he'd like to hear her play. "I hope that he finds one for you," he whispered, "because it is good to have hobbies. I have never even tried to play an instrument." Isaac peered down at their hands: hers, so dainty and capable; his, calloused and scarred. He liked the juxtaposition, the contrast. "Do you still want to take leave with me, Gretchen?"
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 7:48 am
She gave him a look like she wasn't sure if she believed that. Not doubting his fishing skills, but sure there were other things he was good at."I'm looking forward to going fishing with you," was all she said though, smiling as she followed a pale scar across one of his knuckles with her finger. "If he can't maybe I can find someone to teach me how to play the guitar. Not a whole lot of fiddlin in the music I like best." She imagined it couldn't be too hard to pick up, not if she already had a good grasp on cords. The soft press of fingertips into his palm continued, and gretchen liked the contrast as well. It had her laying her hand against his, lining them up so she could see the differences. Light to dark, delicate and strong. At the question she'd slid her fingers between his, lifting his hand so she could hide a smile against their knuckles, lips brushing his. "Yes."
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 5:33 pm
"Good." He seemed to relax then, fingers tightening against hers. "I am ready to leave," Isaac admitted quietly, a soft laugh in his voice as he watched her lift their joined hands to her lips. "Do you think I will get in trouble if we leave early?" There was not much longer left on the shift, really. Ten minutes, give or take.
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 5:44 pm
She had to think about it, mind slipping back to what she knew of her division and just how attentive people were to the monitors attached to the various observations points. "Probably not," she answered after a moment or two, the corners of her lips ticking up. Even if someone did notice, she doubted the punishment would be all that severe. An unpopular duty, an extra shift. Hard to imagine people didn't play hooky periodically around the island. Another kiss against his knuckles, lips a warm, lingering weight against warm, scarred skin. "Where do you want to go?"
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 5:56 pm
Isaac grunted and shifted to his feet, holding Gretchen exactly how she sat; his hands supported her weight by way of her a**, which was just fine by him. "Your room?" He bounced her lightly, the grin on his lips growing a little more wicked.
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 6:07 pm
She gave a little squeak as he lifted her effortlessly as he stood, and as their hands separated she made a grab for his shoulders, legs tightening around his waist before the supporting strength of his hands beneath her registered. There really was only one answer to that question. Eyes half lidded, feet pressing into the back of his thighs, she nodded, murmuring a yes against his lips.
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