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J'Adore Baby; Isabella
Topic Started: Jan 28 2010, 09:09 AM (1,226 Views)
Isabella Ormonde
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It seemed inevitable in a city full of magnificent restaurants that they would of course find their way to one. It looked much the same as all the others, expensive and grand but she didn't say so of course. Listening to her beloved speaking to the man who seemed intent on beaming her the most ludicrous of smiles, Bella did not know if she should be in fear for his sanity or her life. She was prepared to have them sit anywhere really so when they were ushered to the rear of the restaurant, Bella turned perplexed to Izaak. His blue eyes met hers but he merely looked as if he had a secret that would not be told, yet. She smiled at him looking about her as she did so, not minding that they were so close together and receiving inquisitive glances from the other customers.

At the back of the restuarant was a stair case which the waiter led them up, still she followed speechless as surely there was no seating up this high. A door opened which led them outside to the roof top and Izaak was whispering to her. Her hands flew to her mouth to hide her surprise but of course it was so evident on her face. Blinking back tears of wonderment she turned to face him.
"You did all of this?" again she looked about her as Izaak took her hands in his, looking back at him she smiled unable to say anything coherent for some moments. Yet she truly knew she did not need too. Her eyes were looking into his, as her heart and soul were.
"Thank you" she broke the small distance between them and while still holding hands leaned her face close to his and kissed him with such infinite softness it felt like the wings of a fairy flitting past.
"I love you so much" she didn't want to break from the kiss but had wanted to tell him once more, adding it to the long list of times she had already informed him of this fact. This undeniable and unconditional fact.





{sorry for long delay and lameness :( }
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     It could have very well have been the abundance of light around them; the street lamps, the candles, the stars, the moon, that brought a particular glisten to his girlfriend’s eyes. But despite the brilliance that was the lights of Paris, Izaak could not help but drift modestly towards the possibility that this was the happiness he wrought in her. He stared in delight at her expression, glad that she had been so unsuspecting, that he had gotten the chance to sweep her off her feet. It mattered not in that moment all the hurt of their past, of Alexis, of their baby daughter. Paris was theirs tonight and it would be forever in their memories. “Yep. While you’ve been slaving away on kitchen duty.” Izaak sniggered as she questioned his plans but flashed a proud grin for having organised it all in absolute secrecy.

     A pleasing hum vibrated through his lips at Isabella’s thank you, initially set to be a ‘you’re welcome’ but thinking better of it as he heeded her lips drawing close. The sensation of her feathered kiss pleased Izaak to no end as he drowned there on that Parisian rooftop beneath the height of her charm. The gentle touch she possessed went so closely hand in hand with her sweet nature that it seemed uncanny. "I love you so much" Izaak cast another smile towards her angelic features and pressed their mouths together momentarily. There was no denying the depths of his feelings any longer as his lips ghosted across the yielding warmth of her cheek. It was a known fact to all that had experienced it that to love and to be in love were two very different things. Isabella, Izaak was aware, knew this like she did the lines of her palm. So when he caressed her ear with his warm breaths and gentle lips to speak, “I’m in love with you Is”, she would realise just the extent of his feelings. It was a far cry from their unsteady beginnings and his many encounters with puckering girls. But, excluding Alexis and the flame he would always have for her, his azure eyes were set firmly on one girl now and happily so.

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When you have loved someone for so very long and have acclimatized your heart to accepting a love in return from that person of a secondary nature to your own, it comes as a shock to discover that with the passage of time love grows. Isabella knew that better than most that love was unpredictable, a force to be reckoned with. A power far greater than any she had ever learnt about in magic school, though she was vaguely aware that there was one lesson that had touched upon it. Izaak Finch had fallen in love before, twice before in her mind to some girl he had brought to Bondi and to Alexis. She knew Alexis had fallen in love with two men at once, something she had apparently not planned for but it had happened. How utterly strange love was, the heart truly wanted what it wanted and now he was standing here enveloping her in those strong warm arms that she loved so much, confessing that he was 'in-love' with her. With her Isabella Ormonde.

She took a step back from him and stared up into his eyes, the silver grey irises finding the soul she had come to shelter in within the depths of his azure orbs and she knew. Stifling a sob but unable to stop her eyes from filling with tears, she flung her arms about his neck and held him so close. Her head resting on his shoulder inhaling his wondrous scent, an aroma of Parisian night air and Izaak was a heady aphrodisiac. Turning her face she began to leave a trail of butterfly kisses along his neck and up to his jawline, up his cheek and over both eyes, along the bridge of his nose and finally coming to rest before his perfect mouth. A smile before a small bubble of laughter escaped her. Pressing her forehead against his she closed her eyes. They were words any woman madly, truly deeply in love with her man wanted so badly to hear, but she had never forced them. Had never expected them, that was the biggest surprise of the entire day so far and she loved him all the more for it.

Finally opening her eyes and looking up once more into his, she smiled.
"What did I ever do to deserver you?" as if to break such a solemn and beautiful moment, her stomach chose then to growl auspiciously and she laughed. There was nothing else she could do, the world had put itself to rights in her mind. She had the love of the man she loved, nothing else would ever matter again.
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     A grin so wide that it challenged the Chesire cat’s had already been plastered to his expression once Isabella had cast her light-catcher grey eyes up to the stirring blue of his own. The tears that sparkled within them was evident, the ecstasy on her features was contagious as he welcomed her back into his arms with a pleasured sigh. Izaak had planned the night down to every last candleholder but a confession that sincere had not been on the agenda, nor would it have had quite the same effect if it were. But it had felt so fitting all the same, it had felt right.

     Izaak held his girlfriend fast against his body whilst her lips made a sweet trail over his face. Hums, moans and tiny gasps escaped him at the spots she hit which flooded goosebumps over his bronzed skin. Though even still it was a struggle not to sweep her off her feet, literally this time, and douse her face with his own adoring kisses. “Is... Isabella...” He breathed against her affections, experimenting with the way that her name rolled deeply off of his tongue. It had such a quality of magic about the way in which he spoke it that it might just as well have been an incantation. Snorting a smiling laugh through his nose as she giggled away, Izaak took extra care in kissing twice the corner of her mouth. A reassurance, a thanks, a wonderment.

     "What did I ever do to deserve you?" With brows arched in surprise, Izaak stared incredulously at Isabella as if she had suddenly sprouted another head. She had experience so many hurtful memories and battled through agonising situations solely because of himself. Their drunken night together almost a year ago to the date, the prospect of becoming a single mother, his loyalties to Alexis, Cassie’s miscarriage, his and Alexis’ fight- why hadn’t she taken the high road out of his love yet? Why on earth was she still standing here before him? “You’ve done way too much Is, you’re crazy, you’re amazing and I’m not deserving enough but I love you.” He smiled against her cheek and began to flick his tongue against her ear with more secretive whispers when her stomach growled to protest it’s emptiness. A hearty chuckle rose from within Izaak and he pressed a kiss to her jawline, her upper chest and then leant as far as he could over to grace her stomach with a kiss. “Alright gutso, point made.” Izaak grinned as he led Isabella over to the table for two, waiting until she was settled in her seat until he sat down in his own. “We going full course or not?” He asked with a suggestive glint in the azure of his irises because both of them knew exactly how the extra courses would be spent should they opt out.
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How his words caused so much tumult inside her she would never know, every whispered syllable against her ear left her breathless and yearning for him though this was not unusual at all. She knew with certainty that she would yearn for him until the day she died.
"I haven't done anything" she whispered back, her hands trailing across his chest as she chuckled lightly. Perhaps she was crazy but it was only crazy and madly in love with him. The sensations his tongue against her ear caused would most certainly have had her dragging him to the very floor of the rooftop had her stomach's insistent but very ladylike growling not saved her from herself. The effect he had on her brought her so close to questioning her own sanity time and again. Was love supposed to be this amazing? This crazy?

A sigh escaped her as his lips kissed her jawline, her fingers curled tightly on his shoulders as his head lowered to her upper chest. Every inch of her bar her stomach wanted him, needed him. Tilting her head back wishing he would not stop, would simply ignore the silly noises her offending tummy made she could only laugh uproariously when romance and passion were flung aside as he spoke to her stomach. Her hand in his as he led her to the table, Isabella felt indecently flushed. She was hungry and there was no mistaking that but she was now completely and utterly ravenous for Izaak as well. There was no possible way she could be expected to sit down through three or four different courses when the only course she wanted was all of him.

Resting her hands on top of the table attempting to be as calm and collected as she possibly could be, she felt every nerve end quiver as he sat down. Relief flooded her at his suggestion and she could happily have pushed the table aside then and there just to kiss him for suggesting it.
"I think perhaps skip straight to the main course and have desert in that hotel room you were telling me about earlier" she smiled at him, the smile grew wide and she had to lower her face a little to save the blush that peeked her honey skin to a peachy shade. When at last she looked back at him again her silver eyes were quite literally sparkling and she realized that she wasn't even going to make it through a main course, "perhaps maybe a starter instead?"she offered.
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     It had not been his intentions yet Izaak knew he had gone above and beyond in flustering her as his azure eyes caught a glimpse of her blushing expression from across the table. A grin, one that gleamed in the low light of the candles, hitched onto his lips and rode his expression. Sly and knowledgeable. Izaak was sure he knew exactly what Isabella was thinking, just for the fact that he was thinking it too. Many a time before he had yearned for her; desired her mouth against his own, longed for her gentle fingers across his torso, pined for every inch of her pressed up against him. But his ache for Isabella had risen to extremities tonight in this crazed romantic city. “Dessert, eh?” There was an entire compilation of responses, some corny and some wildly inappropriate, lingering on the tip of his tongue as she put forth her suggestion. Instead he simply mused with an underlying, suggestive tone to his curious voice.

     "perhaps maybe a starter instead?" Before he was given the chance to respond the waiter hindered the couple’s view of one another and poured them each a glass of the champagne that had been bucketed at the side of the table, Isabella first and then Izaak. The young man showed no sign of his eagerness for their privacy back, save for the shoe that he was drumming against his girlfriend’s stiletto heel beneath the table. Passing an appreciative smile to the waiter who spoke in broken English just to call when they were ready to order, Izaak winked wickedly at Isabella as he turned away. “Eager, are we?” His tones were teasing as he held his tongue between his teeth in an amused snicker. But then, making sure that Is saw as he did so, Izaak gently mouthed the words “I love you” to her.

     It was an effort to read the menu he had slid between his lean fingers through the glances he kept sneaking at his girlfriend, distracted by the way the silver in her irises was positively sparkling. It made it seem as if she was standing on top of the world. And if she was, he was right there by her side. Clearing his throat of the silence she had rendered in him, Izaak spoke up as he busied himself in the menu once more. “What d’you feel like?”

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Music from the street below flowed upwards, a light romantic jazz tune off set by the seductive streams of a saxophone. Stars twinkled overhead and the crescent shape of the silvery moon cast it's etheral glow about them. Fairy lights strewn about the edges of the rooftop, across wooden trellis's festooned with seasonal flowers. The scene was all so perfect as she looked across the candle lit table at him, she could feel his shoe brush against hers before it began a gentle tapping against her heel. Lowering her head as if perusing the menu she very carefully slipped her graceful foot from the shoe and reaching it across slowly trailed it up his calf to his knee. With tender movements she caressed his leg with the tips of her toes hiding her beaming yet wickedly delighted smile behind her menu. Unable to resist peaking over the rim she nodded.

"Very eager" she whispered before she too mouthed the words to equal his own. Reaching her hand across she picked up the glass of champagne and raised it slowly holding his gaze fast and sure.
"To us?" she smiled before taking a sip, enjoying the sensation of bubbles tickling her nose. His question threw her and looking at him once more when she had attempted to get herself under some sort of control, Isabella knew exactly what she wanted.

Her foot moved infinitely closer, trailing dangerously up his inner thigh. No more smiles as time seemed now to stand still save for the two of them.
"You know exactly what I feel like" she told him, but tearing her gaze to the menu she exhaled visibly. Making a grand theatric production of it to emphasise for his benefit just how she was feeling. Moving her foot very slowly she slipped it back into her shoe, attempting to hide another beaming grin again as she continued to scan a menu she had truly barely looked at.
"I will behave I promise" casting him a mischievous wink assuring him she had no intention of behaving herself tonight, Isabella closed the menu and laid it on the table, "I'll have whatever you're having".
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The gentle caress of her toes running along the length of his leg was bearable by Izaak’s standards. If Isabella had kept to his knee like she had been doing he would have carried on chewing feverishly on his lower lip and making dismal attempts to distract himself from her touch. But once he had downed a mouthful of bubbly to honour themselves as a couple, her lovely toes had suddenly found themselves against his inner thigh. Izaak chomped down forcefully on the flesh of his lip and inhaled sharply as a sudden pull of lust struck him square in the chest. It was by the most unfortunate circumstances that he had been swallowing the remains of his mouthful and the alcohol was sucked down his windpipe. Coughing and spluttering, lusting and loving, Izaak eventually came to from his frantic reaction. He must have been an amusing sight. And it was all Isabella’s fault. But Izaak loved it, this little tempting of desire.

“Save me for dessert.” He chuckled softly to Is from across the table, tracing a forefinger along the inner blade of her foot as she slipped it presumably back into her shoe. But just when he thought that his rations of control had been gathered from the scattering Isabella had wreaked upon them, they were lost again at the suggestive wink she passed him. If she was like this here in a restaurant then Izaak could do little else but anticipate in awe the night ahead. A strained groan escaped him and he coarsely raked his fingers through his fringe, wishing that hunger wasn’t a necessity that needed to be fulfilled. “Keep it up Is and I’ll have drag you under the table.” He laughed in a playful warning, trusting that she wouldn’t take him seriously. A beach was one thing, a restaurant was on an entirely different scale.

Feeling as though his girlfriend honestly didn’t care what she consumed whilst she was this hung up on desire, Izaak ordered a pasta dish for each of them. Not remembering what it contained and not bothered by it himself really. Instead he poured some more champagne and took a sip to suddenly find himself staring fixatedly at her captivating beauty. “Your Veela charm...” Izaak mused tentatively, knowing that her blood had never been something she had particular enjoyed the idea of. But he was curious all the same. “Can you turn it on and off, figuratively speaking that is?” There was no doubt in Izaak’s mind that he was in love with Isabella, not her Veela blood though and he communicated this by reaching for her hand and smoothing his palm across it slowly.
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She blushed at first when he began to splutter uncontrollably, it was after all her fault entirely. Her hand instantly moved to hide the wide grin and to prevent the bubble of laughter that was building, as her beloved boyfriend coughed and spluttered. Giggling into her open palm she averted her gaze from him for just a moment. If he had only let her control herself once more all would have been well but he offered himself up as her dessert and Bella's eyes widened, her hand slowly slipped away from her face and staring at him with piercing silver grey orbs she knew in a heart beat that she would devour him completely. There would be nothing left of him, the imagery of her own wayward thoughts sent a shiver through her. She bit her lip and cast her eyes down to the table, her slender long fingers rearranging cutlery that did not need to be rearranged.

She had not thought her wink had been all that but Izaak threatening to drag her under the table caused her to laugh outrageously again.
"You wouldn't dare Mr. Finch" she said mutinously, her perfect lips forming a decadent pout. The soft lightening about them causing the gloss of her lips to shimmer more. Of all things that had to be brought up at the table, Izaak chose the one thing she hated discussing, hated speaking about. Her Veela-ness as she termed it. Shaking her head slowly she whispered audibly enough for him to hear.
"No" the waiter had kept his gaze firmly fixated on her when he had been pouring the champagne, Bella was so used to it now but she wondered was this why Izaak was bringing it up. He was around her so regularly that he was practically immune to her veela charms unless he was away from her for a serious length of time.

"I do have a switch though, just below my ... shoulder blades. Did you want to turn me off or ... turn me on Izaak?" she bit her lower lip as she gazed at him across their table. The distance seeming much to great for her.
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     A wicked grin arched across his lips as she told him that he wouldn’t dare drag her beneath the table. Izaak wriggled his eyebrows to suggest otherwise but naturally it was all in good humour. Whenever he was with Isabella the limitations he had placed upon public displays of affection loosened greatly, if not entirely disappeared. But taking her under a table was plain stupid; even through his lovestruck gaze that had settled noticeably upon her pouted lips Izaak could see that.

     Whatever intention he had had to bring her ‘veela-ness’ into conversation, Izaak regretted it now. She hated her blood, he had know that from the very first day that he had met her. So why now? "No", came the audible whisper and Izaak nodded slowly in return as if chewing down her answer and attempting to digest it when really all he was thinking about was how to swing the conversation back to where it had been. Veela or not, Izaak loved her and he wouldn’t want her to think any other way.

     Isabella’s voice rang out from across the table, as clear as crystal in his ears. But it was her words that caused him to shudder internally, to tempt him to rise from his seat. That and those perfectly glossed lips she bit down on shyly or suggestively, Izaak barely had the time to distinguish. For he was behind her chair in a matter of moments, swivelling her body gently so that he could reach his target. Her smell was intoxicating him now, drawing him into a point of no return and he dropped to his knees. Slow, smooth and audacious were his lips as they kissed Isabella beneath her shoulder blade, just like she had mentioned. His large palms were flat against the honey skin that the dress revealed as Izaak began to kiss the back of her neck. Though sure enough and soon enough they were against her shoulder blades, massaging them firmly as his thumbs made work of digging gently beneath them. “On...” He murmured through his sucking kisses. Izaak found it more of an effort then to press his lips against her ear and whisper, “Am I doing it right?”

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She had not known what to expect but every day spent with Izaak was as unpredictable as the first. She had barely finished speaking when he rose from his seat and came towards her. A thrill ran through her instantly, a girlish frenzy building inside her ready to erupt into a fit of giggles if he came too close. He was soon behind her chair and moving her ever so slightly so as to reach her back, nicely exposed with the dress she wore. Bella gasped, inhaled deeply as he knelt down to kiss where she had previously indicated 'the switches' location to be. A wave of euphoria washed over her as she closed her eyes. He knew every inch of her, knew the slightest touch of his mouth or fingers on her sensitive skin would have this effect. Most of the time he had only to look at her and she was on fire.

His hands touched against her skin and yet another shiver coursed up through her. In danger now of getting very carried away she wanted to tell him they should leave now, this very second but his hands, his fingers, his thumbs were working magic of their own across her shoulders. By the time his mouth found her neck she was dizzy with desire. Her pupils dilated and her teeth pinching on her lower lip to prevent her from whimpering aloud into the beautiful night. But he did not stop there as he murmured the single word through his kisses. Bella's head slowly tilted back against him, long golden lashes covering they wanton look in her silver grey orbs. The only answer she had at that point to his question was to swivel more in her seat to the man kneeling now before her. Her breathing was shallow, fighting for composure when none could be found. A millisecond perhaps two before her mouth claimed his hungrily, the moan of supplication she had been fighting wrenched from her as her mouth moved against his. Long slender hands curled into his hair as she pressed herself closer.
"You always do it right" she whispered against his mouth, not wanting to stop barely able to contain herself enough to speak as it was. This was crazy both of them were in much too public a place for this wanton display of affection. They would not throw caution to the wind here.
"Apparate us" her voice was hoarse with longing, she would not be denied a second longer.
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     Her obvious sensitivity to his touch excited Izaak more than it should have so that now not only was it his lips pressed to her invitingly flushed skin but his sly grin as well. Every shiver that darted up her spine and each suppressed whimper that he could feel her resisting near drove him to a point of insanity. It had been a reckless decision to douse her with his affections like this. But Isabella had asked for it, quite literally so. And Izaak was never in any mood to refuse her, in fact he didn’t think he ever had since the night they had spent together down and dirty in the sand.

     There was a wide quality to the gaze of his striking blue eyes as Is eased around in the chair to face him. In the whole of the minute or two that he had had not been in view of her face, was it possible to forget her beauty? No, that would be like forgetting your own dialect after having vowed silence for a week on end. But what was possible and what occurred all the time was the dazed state she was able to shimmy him into. She was fighting for breath, quivering with ecstasy and was simply aglow with love, Isabella’s next move was not hard to calculate, it was the moan that surprised him. But nonetheless, Izaak crashed his mouth against hers and dove his tongue into a playful rivalry. "You always do it right” Caught amongst their passionate exchange, it was almost inaudible. But Izaak was able to pluck it from her lips as a musician might do a harp and was filled with a positive effect of self-confidence.

     There was no disagreement to the sultry order she had spoken of him, there was no question as to what would happen to their food or how they would feast their hunger. Beside Isabella and the desires she provoked within him, little else mattered. With both hands, Izaak hoisted his girlfriend from the chair and held her so close against him that they quickly became a mold of one another. And just like that, with a kiss pressed to her jawline and a succinct ‘pop’ the couple had left the restaurant’s rooftop.

     They appeared again in a hallway hung with class, red curtains adorning the large windows at either end, gold-plated doorknobs and flawless white walls. But Izaak had been here earlier this morning, with at least a dozen red roses that his sister had given him from her store, and paid no attention to his surroundings. The hand that was not twisting the key in the lock was curled tightly around her bodice, guessing that she too was indifferent to the hotel decor. The door glided open smoothly, treating their eyes to an elegant room that was washed in the warm hue of candlelight. A gesture made by the hotel staff he had guessed. The rose petals he had scattered earlier in the day were still resting where they had fallen, most onto the grandest of king beds he had ever seen in his lifetime. Izaak, although a hopeless romantic, had never done anything so wild as this before. But he had wanted to make it a night Isabella would remember and so far it had been that and more. Toeing off his shoes with an expression of lust carved onto his features, Izaak had to draw upon a reserve of energy to keep him from simply pinning her down onto the bed and instead wait for her first move.

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Her words had barely left her mouth, had barely passed her lips when he was pulling her up from the chair. His own desire as evident as hers. Tightly wrapped within one another they side apparated to the hotel. She could no more take in her surroundings than she could leave the side of Izaak. He was all she had eyes for, the beauty of the hotel was lost on her. They stumbled into the room and she was as quick to flip her shoes off as he was. The petals strewn on the floor made her smile before glancing back at him once more. Her mouth connected with his, her arms winding around him as her fingers tugged at his shirt. She could not even bother with the buttons this time, in her haste to get to him.

Then taking a deep breath she stopped, gazed at him as she bit her lower lip.
"I've ruined all your lovely plans" her voice was troubled and hurt when she took stock of all the trouble he had gone too just for her and they had neither eaten and enjoyed the beautiful view of Paris from the rooftop, nor had she stopped to notice the decor of the hotel. The petals had barely gotten a reaction through the haze of pent up passion she was enveloped in. Remorseful was not the word for it, she felt ashamed of her behavior now. Knowing she could have tried to wait, could have tried to be patient to show him she appreciated every thing he had done. Her warm soft hands cupped his face between them.
"I am so sorry" she whispered softly to him, meaning every word in triplicate, "forgive me?" without giving him too much of a chance to say otherwise her lips found his and brushed delicately across them, "please" she whispered against the curve of his lower lip as her eyes looked deep into his.



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     Despite the passion he had been wound up tightly in for most of the night, Izaak was quick to become aware of the urgency her fingers were displaying as they pulled at his buttoned shirt, not choosing to bother with his buttons. A part of Izaak wanted to continue on this reckless and uncontrolled journey of a driving desire. But another part wanted to ease their lust and let their love power on through. Yet still he kissed her until their lips parted and he was posed with concern for the distress that had been roused in her voice.

     “Is,” He mumbled beneath the depths of his breath in unison with her own whisper. “Don’t apologise, you don’t need to.” Taking her hands from his cheeks, Izaak held them both within the broad palms of his own and grazed his lips so tenderly across her knuckles. Just light enough to run a delicate shiver down her spine, the ones he so enjoyed seeing her ecstatic over. “But if you’re really that worried about it, we can always book a restaurant tomorrow night. Not the same one mind you though, I don’t think they’d be all that pleased to see us again.” The young man was grinning now and there was a wonderful glint in his azure eyes as he passed his girlfriend a suggestive wink.

     “Now... Where were we?” His voice was a husky whisper in the dimmed lighting between the couple. His hands were a gentle guide towards the luxiourious bed that Isabella was soon perched on top of as per Izaak’s encouragement. But they did not leave hers once, instead they curled tighter around Isabella’s and helped her to slowly pop the top button of his shirt as if they had never made love before and he was teaching her how to do so- slow and strong. However after the first button had given way to a piece of bronzed skin, Izaak left Is to fend for herself on the rest of his shirt as he lifted a single red rose against her radiant face. “Just relax.” Izaak breathed, tracing it’s bloodied petals along her sweet expression before leaning in to grace her temple with a adoring kiss.


once again i apologise if its bad XD


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Resting her head against his forehead as he came to her, soothing her worries as swiftly as if they had not been there at all. Each hand clasped in his own felt beautifully warm, each tingled as he kissed the knuckles and those tingles raced through her. Closing her eyes as the familiarity of him swept over her, Bella sighed. The sigh soon turned to laughter as he spoke of a similar venture the day after if she was so inclined. Hastily she shook her head, they could always get room service and lots of it. The thought of being locked in a room all alone with him caused her to smile once more, especially as he winked at her.

Her eyes barely left his face as they made their way to the bed, she did not recall sitting down on top of it either as her fingers with his assistance began to undo the buttons of the offending shirt. When it became a solo operation for just her pleasure, Bella made sure she undid each one with an exaggerated slowness. The tips of her thumbs just barely grazing the skin beneath as with gradual ease more became exposed. She gently leaned her cheek against the rose he grazed there, the scent of it intoxicating but not nearly as much as Izaak's own brand of potency. His lips gently brushed her forehead just as she opened the last button, sliding her hands inside to run across the bare smooth chest so tanned and ribbed. She could look at him all day long and still not tire of him. With deliberate slowness she allowed her mouth to trail after her hands, kissing him delicately before sitting back on the bed and looking up at him.

Her hands reached to either strap of her dress to slide the material from her honey toned shoulders, her eyes gazing at him in utter adoration and complete wantonness.




seriously Emmah yours are great - mine are blah
now gear up for the alluding xD
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