Redamancy(PERMANENT HIATUS)

Chapter 12

A/N: HERE SHE IS. I'm so sorry for the wait on Chapters 11 and 12, I've been crazy busy with my college prep and graduation stuff. I'll try to be more consistent over the summer but y'all know me at this point. ENJOY THE CHAPTER.
With this chapter, Redamancy has hit 22k words!!! Yayyyyyyyyyyy!

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Smut warning !!

"Can I borrow one of your shirts?" I ask Isaac quietly, but I know he heard it. I know that he can see me rock back and forth on my heels, even though I'm trying to be subtle.

We had finished unpacking quickly; deciding to leave most of our clothes in the bags and just take out what we absolutely needed.

He turns to look at me and smirks, nodding and rummaging in a dresser drawer, before tossing me one of his baggy T-shirts. It's a black one, with a faded skull on the front and a pentagram on the back – I'd seen it countless times through his emo phase, the XL shirt he'd always worn with ripped, jet-black jeans.

He plops down onto his bed, shifting around in an attempt to find a comfortable position. His body remained relaxed as he laid back, stretching his arms out on his sides as he waited for me to lay down next to him.

My back is turned to him, putting his t-shirt between my thighs as I slip my own sweater off, exposing the intricate spine tattoo he's seen at least a million times. His shirt is big on me, the hem hitting my thighs. I slowly slip my sweats off, flashing Isaac a glance of my thong before I hurry over to him.

Isaac's eyes briefly flick down to where my thong is visible, his eyes widening a bit. His jaw clenches slightly, but he quickly regains his composure. It's not like he hasn't seen me in this state hundreds of times before, yet he never seems to get tired of it. He opens his mouth to say something, but chooses instead to simply extend his arm out to me as I approach, beckoning silently for me to lay down next to him.

I slip into the bed, my head against his chest as my body lays on top of his.

Isaac doesn't utter a word, but his eyes widen as I shift my position atop of him. He places a hand gently on the small of my back as my head hits his chest. His other hand moves up to my neck, tracing my jawline as his gaze moves up to my eyes. Isaac smiles softly; his lips lightly pressing together.

"You look nice in that shirt," he mumbles, his lips in my hair and his voice muffled, but still audible.

"...You only say that 'cause it's yours." I whisper back, a sweet yet sultry undertone to my words without an actual reason for it. It feels as though my filter is gone and I have nothing to defend myself with. There's no point in hiding my thoughts; Isaac might as well be able to read my mind.

Isaac blinks, his lips curling into a small smirk as a new realization dawned on him.

"...You're wearing my shirt with no other clothing on besides that pretty little thong." His voice is filled with amusement. And with that, he gives me a small, playful shove. He shifted slightly, his hand now resting on my hips right above my thighs. "Aren't you?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe?" he grinned at me, his eyes flickering with a slight twinkle. His lips curl into a cocky smile as he continues to caress my hips while watching my reaction to it. "What's under there I wonder..." He mumbled quietly, shifting his position on the bed slightly and pressing up against me more.

It causes me to shiver, feeling his touch against my hips as I lay on top of him. Slowly, I part my lips to speak, but I'm cut off as Isaac flips the two of us, pressing himself against me. He smirks, not giving me a second to answer. This was different. The shirt now covered my torso, but my thighs and hips were exposed to the open air. His breath hitches for a moment as he looks down at me, a faint blush sweeping over his face, but he quickly regains his composure. Isaac's eyes swiftly move down to my cheeks, studying my face as his hands continue to hold onto my hips.