| Later Isabel is late for something |
| Author: Minnie Rating: PG-13 Fandom: Roswell Category: Isabel/? Disclaimer: Not mine. All theirs. Katims and Co. rejoice in this fact. No infringement intended. Notes: Please do not archive elsewhere without permission. This is part of the Late series. The other parts of the series: The Guest of Honor and The Big Cheese. To plumeria who writes such lovely UC fics. Archive Date: 2/12/2001 Isabel turned on the shower taps several degrees below boiling point and stepped into the stream of water. She stayed there, silent and motionless, as the water worked its magic over her tired bones. “Isabel!” a loud voice called out from the bedroom, startling her. “Hurry up, we’re going to be late!” Isabel smiled upon hearing that voice. So typical. Always in a rush for something or other. She made no move to hurry, wanting to prolong the relaxing calm she found under the water. “Isabel!” the voice came more insistently. She heard footsteps padding in the bathroom. Uh-oh, a sure sign her little refuge in the shower was about to be history. The shower curtain was yanked away with a cursory tug. “Get your bony butt out of the shower, get dressed and let’s go!” Isabel smiled slightly and countered, “Whose butt are you calling bony?” “Yours.” “That’s not what you said last night. Or this morning. Even this afternoon,” Isabel recalled with fond memory. She needed a shower after all their sheet exercises. They would have any done calisthenics teacher proud. “Oh, yeah.” A hand ran down Isabel’s spine and cupped her bottom. “Ow!” Isabel yelped as the touch became a pinch. “It is sure is a nice bottom. But right now, I need you to get it out of the shower,” came the reply. “I feel so used,” Isabel muttered in mock dramatic tones, rubbing the slightly reddened area of her behind. “Don’t worry, sweetie, I’ll make you feel all better later.” The promise was accompanied by a gentle, soothing rub. “Promise?” Isabel grabbed the hand that just trailed off from her. Her lover gripped Isabel's hands tightly and looked into her eyes with a wicked gleam. “Promise. Now quit lagging and get dressed! I'll meet you downstairs.” Isabel grinned slightly and stepped out of the shower. As she patted herself dry, she hummed a tuneless song in anticipation of later. The grin remained as she donned on her evening clothes and make up. As she climbed downstairs and reached out for her partner, the grin blossomed into a full blown smile. Her lover, also dolled up in evening attire, noticed the brilliant smile and asked,“You know, you look beautiful when you do that but I gotta ask, what’s got you grinning like that?” “It’s getting close to later,” Isabel whispered with innuendo. “Oh, definitely,” came the quick reply and a kiss. With impatience, her lover stated, “Well, come on then, let’s get this show on the road! The sooner we get there, the sooner we can leave. Although the big cheese will probably freak if we duck out early,” Isabel heard her lover intone. As they exited the house and sped off in the Jetta to attend the Whits' first concert, Isabel muttered, “Maria, when did you start calling Alex 'the big cheese'?” -End- HOME ROSWELL FAN FICTION FAN FICTION ROSWELL |