be discreet

[msmage]

It's not much later, in Isabella's room, that she asks:

"So... is Alex really a dom?"

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[eclipsi]

Kiss. Snuggle. Zzzz.

[msmage]

Zzzzzzzzz! They will zzz adorably together and all will be fine.

[eclipsi]

And in the morning they will get breakfast and Isabella will fill Sadde's plate for her and pick lots of things she can feed her.

[msmage]

Oh heavens food is so good.

[eclipsi]

"You are too cute."

And to distract from this delight there's an upset Jackson over there clutching a cup of hot cocoa and looking dubiously at scrambled eggs.

[msmage]

"Thank you," she says, grinning, and then she-

-sees Jackson. Sigh.

[eclipsi]

Isabella tracks Sadde's gaze.

Sigh.

[msmage]

"This annoys me to no end."

[eclipsi]

"You don't have to go get involved in whatever it is now."

[msmage]

"No, I don't have to."

[eclipsi]

"You're going to anyway, aren't you."

[msmage]

She sighs again. "Yeah."

[eclipsi]

Sigh. Kiss. "If we don't see each other before this evening be at my room at nine, pet."

[msmage]

Kiss. "Yes, ma'am. I love you." And she gets up.

[alicornucopia]

Jackson doesn't notice her approach.

[msmage]

She sits. "Good morning, Jackson."

[alicornucopia]

He jumps in his chair and spills hot cocoa on his hand. "Shit, ow - hi."

[msmage]

"Ow, are you alright?" she says, looking around for a napkin or something.

[alicornucopia]

"'m fine." There's a napkin. He accepts it when she hands it to him and wipes his hand off.

[msmage]

"Okay, good. How'd the holiday go?"

[alicornucopia]

"fine."

[msmage]

"That was about the least convincing way you could've said this," she points out.

[alicornucopia]

Jackson looks at his scrambled eggs. He wraps his hands around his mug of cocoa.

[msmage]

"What happened?"

[alicornucopia]

Squirm.