The Apartment, New York, Friday

[seveninchmotto]

Since the half-move to Alicante back in August, Isabelle hadn't spent a whole ton of time in New York. Sure, she was at the Institute a lot, helping her mother and using the training rooms with her brothers and Clary, but as the months had rolled on she'd found herself thinking of Alicante more and more as home. Even with the unease of sharing a

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[flickofawrist]

Sometimes, it was hard to keep track of just when it was back home. He got caught up in training and classes and so many things to remember that he ended days with a headache more often than not.

But, he'd been aware of Christmas so he knew New Year's was right around the corner which is why he slipped away from Idris and back home to New York to be able to celebrate it with Isabelle.

He hauled his bag up the stairs and used his key to open the door calling out, "Honey! Where's my dinner?"

[seveninchmotto]

"I gave it to the dog, darling, because you weren't home!"

But of course.

The only reason she didn't rush to the door to greet him was that she thought she made quite the picture by the window with her takeout. Hopefully that didn't make her seem any less thrilled with him getting home.

[flickofawrist]

"What dog?" Flick asked, dropping his bag down near the door and moving towards her, a smile already on his face. "Did you get us a dog when I wasn't home? I thought I was the puppy of this relationship."

[seveninchmotto]

"You are." He so, so was, and she had all kinds of things to prove it with. "It's an imaginary dog. And an imaginary dinner!"

She held up her food.

"There's last night's takeaway."

[flickofawrist]

"You didn't order anything new for tonight?" Flick asked, making his way over to her. "Decided to go for the cheap and easy meal tonight?"

[seveninchmotto]

"It's not that late," she pointed out, getting up now. How else was she supposed to give him a kiss hello? "I hadn't decided yet."

[flickofawrist]

"You're right, it's not that late but it is going to be busy," he told her, stopping where he was and waiting for her to make her way to him. "Might take awhile to get whatever you decide you want."

[seveninchmotto]

"Sure, it's a Friday," Isabelle replied as she took the couple of steps over to him - takeaway (or whatever was left of it) still in hand. "But I don't know if that means any extra busy. Especially if I chose Taki's."

[flickofawrist]

"I should get a kiss hello before you decide to order food," he told her, beckoning her closer. "I took a shower and everything."

[seveninchmotto]

"Oh, so now you're bossy and hygienic?"

She was teasing. Which did not stop her from crowding his personal space and winding her free arm around his neck before leaning in for a kiss.

Okay, it was a peck more than a kiss. Because she was a tease.

[flickofawrist]

"What, do yo have a monopoly on being bossy?" Flick asked, leaning in to steal a kiss of his own before pulling back. "I can't be a bossy clean person every once in a while?"

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle shook her head, and the tilt of her smirk said she was about to be mischievous. "I prefer you bossy and dirty."

Obviously she wasn't talking about the state of his hygiene anymore.

[flickofawrist]

"Well, I can always go and roll around in the dirty New York streets," he murmured giving her a louder, smacking kiss before pulling back. "You should order us something from Taki's. If I'm gonna make it till midnight, I'll need sustenance, woman."

[seveninchmotto]

"Who says you have to make it till midnight?" Isabelle aske with a laugh, snagging one more quick kiss of her own before beginning to pull away. Her phone was... around here, somewhere. "Do you have a craving for anything in particular?"

[flickofawrist]

"I just need food," he told her, rubbing his stomach. "A lot of food. You know what they serve us there and it's not enough for a growing boy like me."

[seveninchmotto]

"Aww, does it feel like they're starving you, baby?" she teased him, setting her leftovers aside to grab her phone. "Well, I can't have that."