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[Isabeau Adela]

Despite having Lev home, the morning was just as hectic as usual with breakfast to be made, a lunch to be packed and a Markov who was reluctant to go anywhere since his father was home. As much as she wanted to keep Markov home, just so he could see his father, Issy wasn't about to let him skip school. Usually she would have driven him, or Lev on the rare occasion that he wasn't working late nights, but this morning her father brought Markov to school, which wiped away all his disappointment of not being able to stay home. Issy planned for her father to pick him up from school, and keep him over night, so that she could have alone time with Lev, and so Markov could have his time with Remy; Lev's days off were usually spent with Markov, but Issy wasn't about to pass up a chance to have alone time with Lev when Remy asked to take Markov. Alone time with Lev was rare, and she didn't think twice about agreeing to her father taking Markov, despite how much she would miss him.

After Markov was all ready and packed for school, she busied herself with making breakfast for Lev, who was still in bed despite being woken up by an excited boy who wished to say good morning. Issy couldn't help but feel a small pang of longing for Markov as she hurried around the kitchen, cooking Lev's breakfast. Despite the image of her son waking up Lev making her smile, she missed her baby; he would have been gone, whether or not Remy took him to school, and so with that in mind she pushed her thoughts and feelings aside and focused on the task at hand. Before long, the breakfast was made and she threw it all together on a tray before carefully walking it to their bedroom: where Lev was still in bed. The rest of the morning was spent in bed, even after their shared breakfast had been eaten, and it wasn't until about one or so that Issy decided it was time for a shower. She would have offered Lev to come with her, but as glanced over at him, he seemed intent on the papers that had somehow worked their way into his lap. Slightly frowning, as well as disappointed, Issy slipped off the bed without a word and sauntered off the bathroom.

Her shower took all of twenty minutes, which was a bit of a stretch for how long it usually took her to shower; but she wanted to give Lev a bit of time to work on his papers, and she hoped that by the time she was out of the shower she would have his undivided attention. Slipping into a towel and putting her damp hair up into a tight bun, Issy opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the bedroom. Disappointment once again hit her as she saw Lev still buried in his papers, nose and all, but she had her heart set on having his attention and his attention she was going to get. Lips curling into a smile, Issy walked over to their bed and once she reached Lev, she gently reached out and took the papers that he was holding and neatly set them on their bedside table. With the rest of the papers, she merely pushed them off onto the side. Once out of her way, Issy wasted no time in crawling onto the bed and straddling Lev's lap; hopefully her intentions wouldn't be too hard to interpret from her actions, but just in case she rested her hands softly on his chest as she leaned in and pressed her lips gently to his neck.

“You looked bored.” She purred softly as she pulled away from his neck long enough to speak; her lips brushed against the skin of his neck as she spoke, and desire flickered through her as she continued to taste him on her lips. Unable to help herself, Issy gave his neck a few more kisses though instead of quenching her sudden thirst, it simply made it worse and for a moment she gave in as she kissed a trail up to and along his jaw; she craved to feel his lips against her own, on her skin, and the more the seconds ticked by the bigger, and brighter, the fire within her burned.

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[Lev Milokov]

Finally, another day off. Lev always cherished them and tried to busy himself with something fun to do. Earlier, he had been woken up by Markov, who wanted to simply say good morning. For the most part, Lev would've planned his day around him. Yet it was a school day, and Issy wasn't going to let Markov skip it. Remy had also wanted to take in his grandson for the day and overnight, so that allowed Lev and Issy to have their own time together. However, he also had some paperwork he had to do that his boss wanted back the next morning, and he figured it'd be best to get that done first. So after waking up and having some breakfast in bed with Issy, Lev busied himself with writing out and filling in the papers. As a hunter with The Union, people would likely think that all he did was go out and hunt. But alas, he had paperwork as well. Some of it had to do with the tracking chips they put in their "targets", at other times, it was just reports.

So as he worked on that, Issy had slipped away into the shower. Lev likely would've joined, but again, he had work to do, even at home. While it was boring, it was a must. If he didn't get it in by the morning, he knew he'd get a mouthful from his boss. Even if he turned it in in the afternoon, it still wasn't good enough. Lev hated working for the guy, but he was the one who paid him. And on rare occasions, he'd ease up and be nice about things. But alas, Lev doubted that tomorrow would be one of those days. As he shifted through the different papers, he didn't even bother to look up as Issy finished up her shower and came back into the room. He was too caught up in things, wanting to get it all done as soon as possible...without actually rushing of course. However, Lev was interrupted when Issy took the papers from his hand. She then shoved the other papers aside, and Lev looked at her.

"Lovie, I really need to get those -" He was cut short though when Issy straddled his lap before placing her hands to his chest, and her lips to the side of his neck. When he heard her words, he smiled some. "I was bored...but you seemed to fix that." As she kissed a trail along his neck to his jaw, he could feel the fire burning within him as well. Before long, he turned his head some and brought his lips to her's. He had a feeling now at what Issy was hinting at, and he had no objections to it. After all, it was the afternoon, and he could finish the papers later. Markov was spending the night with Remy, so he also didn't have to worry about finishing before his son came home. If Remy hadn't taken him over night, Lev would've wanted to get things done so he could spend the rest of the evening with Markov.

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[Isabeau Adela]

Issy smiled at Lev's words, feeling quite proud of herself for distracting him so well; it wasn't usually too hard for him to steer him in the way she wanted. All it took was a few cute, short words, a well-placed kiss and/or the right kind action, be it the removal of clothing or as she chose, crawling into his lap. She never really gave him much of a choice, but he never seemed to care too much and that was always a plus. “I'm glad I could help.” She softly replied back, a smile fluttering off of each word she spoke as she batted away his words before she had taken her place on his lap; whether or not he had work to do, she didn't care. Her mind was entirely on Lev, all of him, and there was nothing that would get in the way of what she wanted. Not even his work.

Butterflies exploded within her as Lev turned his head and captured her lips with his own, but they were soon reduced to ashes by the burning fire that flared out hungrily inside her. Lev's lips against her own was a feeling like none other, and his taste made her mind reel as she leaned into his kiss; it was this way every time they kissed, and she'd never tire of it. Each time was like their first time, and she loved it. He was intoxicating, in every way possible, and he left her yearning for more despite the fact that he hadn't pulled away yet; and she was going to make sure that he wasn't going to end their kiss, at least not yet.

Issy's left hand slowly drifted up Lev's chest before lifting and gently resting on the side of his face as she shifted just slightly atop him and deepened their kiss, giving in to the desire that just about cremated her insides. She wanted Lev, she craved Lev and she needed him: a deadly combination, in a not-so-lethal way and with an easy fix. The walls within the room swirled, blurred and soon even the room seemed nonresistant. All that was on her mind was Lev, and his dangerously tantalizing lips. Nothing, it seemed, could pull her from the moment as she kissed him, not able to get enough of him.

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