Rude. Yeah. She nodded all the way into the blanket, but Isafrien would know. Isafriend was sounderstand.

She must have nodded off for a omomeht because now limp noodle Ghost was hearing more sounds. Flirty make her the 3rd wheel sounds. "'m too young to be n'aunt. oh!" No. Wait. That was how she got a sister 5eva.

"You guys just uh." No wait. She was getting airhoisted. Ghost rolled while the blanket hovered toward the middle of the bed. The awkwardly full bed with her brother and sister in it. Yeaahno not ever going to shower again. "Danger." And more rolling. This blanket was forever.

It was hard to keep an eye on her pretty Ghostyfriend when Zephyr kept yanking Isabel around and trying to keep all her looking ats to himself. Selfish! He was so rude all the time what a jerky snark face.

A jerky snark face that was getting very such close to hers, so very too much close but blanket weights and leaning over the side of the mattress made it difficult to balance or hold herself up without any proper support and with Zephyr's shoulders moving downward under the weight of the fort and the sister and failing to be any support at all it meant she was also sliding further over the edge of the mattress instead of away from him. Trying to keep herself up was very much not working and it made her stomach muscles ache and she was much too dizzy to be figuring out how to work up from down. And all of it mid-sentence, too. Sorude.

It was even harder to figure out which direction was supposed to go where when someone's face had smooshed into hers. When had kissing happened? Isabel was not a person that did kissing but suddenly she was a person who was kissing and it was very strange but also it was hard not to be kissing anymore. Somewhere in the back of her brain was very upset with the idea and that was probably the part that was making her face feel too hot but the nice dizziness in the rest of her head was much louder and more fun to listen to. It was all very floaty feeling and it agreed with her very much she decided in spite of the slight stomach-dropping that came with the sudden floating but arms around necks made the feeling not so strong.

The yank toward the back of her scalp quickly pulled her out of the moment and it made her feel decidedly less floaty and a little more dizzy in a not quite so nice way and when had she managed to crawl more securely back onto the bed? And Ghosty was there too! When had a pile happened? But it was a good bed and a good pile so she would not complain.

She yanked a pillow out from under what she thought was a Ghost butt and whapped it into the still too close Zephyr face. "S'rude! Ghosty yer brothr sos rude! You are socouch t'night, Zephs!"

Danger? Zephyr blinked as the word seemed to come out of nowhere before he traced it back to a familiar snow coloured head of hair. When had Maya got here? He wasn’t sure the bed was big enough for three- oh she just rolled off, good thing there were so many pillows on the floor.

Speaking of pillows Isabel seemed to have grabbed one and was g- no, now she was hitting him with it. Ducking his head to avoid a face full of feathers the hessian found himself looking at the brunettes bare feet which swung back and forth as she continued her pillow whacking.

Trying to stay upright in mid air is hard enough when you have someone hanging off you and it only gets worse if they start treating you like a jungle gym.

As he wasn’t looking for either of them to crash into a nearby wall Zephyr quickly let go of the soubrettes hair and tried to place both hands on the girls hips to hold her still and was reminded of how little she was wearing as his hands found bare skin that went from her hips all the way up her ribcage where he found the edge of her shirt, though her continued squirming made it hard to tell for sure.

That was odd, why did her shirt have a knot in it?

"S'rude! Ghosty yer brothr sos rude! You are socouch t'night, Zephs!"

Still looking down at Isabel’s feet Zephyr frowned once again, why was she still saying that? For that matter why was she still hitting him? This had been so much easier when he was kissing her.

Now there was a thought, taking a moment to time how long it took Isabel to swing the pillow the elemental waited until she began to pull her arm back before lifting his head and giving the shapely soubrette another peck on the lips and nearly laughed at the brief light of confusion in her eyes.

“So not p’light t ‘take someones bed with asking Issie” He told her as she tried to get her wits back. She opened her mouth to say something but he just used the chance to lean in and distract her again so he could continue.

…

Oh right, he couldn’t talk and kiss at the same time.

Leaving Isabel’s lips alone for a moment he tried to remember what he’d wanted to say. Something about not sleeping on a couch.

“Issie, why d’you taste lik cinnamon?”

Eh, close enough.

Pillow whapping was so much easier when the whappee was being held onto because no matter how much wriggling they did there was only so far they could go. Pillow whapping with drunk arms was trickier, though, so even with the limited range of movement for Zephyr to dodge in she was still having less success actually hitting him than she wanted and it was very frustrating but also funny at the same time and it was very hard to be irritated and amused all at once.

Amused won out immediately when she felt something brushing against her hips and then sliding up her sides, sending her into wriggling peals of laughter. The pillow's trajectory became even more erratic as she fought to figure out if she should be aiming for his face or his hands. Using her other hand might have also helped but some part of her brain managing to realize that there was nothing under her feet and that falling was a not fun thing to do so it was useless for anything but keeping its hold around his neck and not even in a fun strange someone kind of way."Nononoo nofair no faaair!"

Not fair and a damned cheat to boot! Kissing was definitely cheating because kissing made her brain go all static-y and she couldn't think about anything to do about it. And he was laughing too! Her thoughts were regathering just enough for her to know that she wanted to tell him off for being sorude and because she totally deserved to have the bed after having to deal with his nonsense and then he was cheating again and she couldn't get a word in edgewise!

She released the pillow to join the rest of the laundry strewn all over the room and grabbed at his hair again, but her static brain was making it hard for her to remember to pull his head back like she had the first time and she was getting all facehot and lightheaded again and it was a very nice feeling, but no nonono it was a cheat he was cheating what a jerkface. Isabel remembered she was supposed to be moving his face away from hers but apparently Zephyr remembered first before she could do any tugging and ohthankgoodness her mouth was free for wording again and she could tell him off.

But Zephyr also remembered to be wording first and her complaints died on their way out. "I don- ...cimnon?" It had never occurred to her that she would have a taste ad it was very weird for him to be asking about it how was she even supposed to respond to that it was making her face very hot why was her face always so hot around him? Had she had cinnamon drink or was it just a thing that was a thing? She couldn't remember much of what she'd consumed except for the tequila and that definitely wasn't cimonniny. This was not something she was brain processing very well. Complaining was much easier.

"Don' you change th'subject! Tha's cheating, you 're kisscheater! Yer jus so cheatyrude this bed s'too good fer you yer sobad. Where is Ghostysis I need her fer face slappin'"

"I don- ...cimnon?"

Judging by the way her words died on her cinnamony lips Isabel hadn’t known what she tasted like, which seemed odd to Zephyr; that was where you’re tongue was after all so it shouldn’t be hard to check. Still the uncertain tone in the brunettes voice made the elemental hesitate. Had it really been cinnamon or was he confusing it with something else?

Maybe he should double check…

"Don' you change th'subject! Tha's cheating, you 're kisscheater! Yer jus so cheatyrude this bed s'too good fer you yer sobad. Where is Ghostysis I need her fer face slappin'"

And she was being mean again, why didn’t she want to share the bed? It was his and- wait a second, she wanted to do what to Ghost?

“Not allow’d ta hurt Ghost” He told told her with solemn frown as his hands went back to her hips to hold her still, because this was important and she needed to listen. “She hasn’t done nuthin to you so no slappin her.”

Nodding his head decisively, he accidentally tilted forward more than he anticipated and Isabel dangled away from his for a brief moment before his hands shifted lower to bring her back as he corrected his angle just as another thought occurred to him.

“And kissin’s not cheating. Yer just jealus I’m a bett’r kisser than you.”

Hurt her betsiterfriend5eva? Isabel was offended at the very idea of it. She was mean and stabby to a lot of people but those people all totally deserved it and Ghosty did not. How could Zephyr think so lowly of her? "'m never hurt sistyGhost!" She let go of his hair so she could jab a finger at his chest because how dare he. "She gon' slap your face cuz she is here for me to have her slap peoples b'cuz she is good and nice and does good nice things for me." When she wasn't buried under a pile of pillows and blankets, anyway. It didn't seem like she'd be slapping any faces at all but that was okay Isabel would forgive her because she was so pretty and nice and hard to be angry at.

He was wording again and the room was tilting and her swimmy head did not like his stupid talking and everything was much better with a hand over his mouth."Is so cheating and also yer a liar a big jerky liarface." Isabel was not a kiss person but she was also not a bad kisser when she decided she was a kiss person how would he even know that she'd only ever kissed him like once ever and it was for sabotage not for impressing he was so dumb and wrong.

"An thos're not fr touchin either!" she had to let his face go so she could grab for one of his wrists to be sure he knew what she was talking about because he was so dumb and wrong and so very dumb. "Where th'bed go?" she demanded, trying to twist around to locate where it had snuck off to. 'Is my bed now I should be in the bed wheredit go?"

It hadn't been a long drop to the ground, but the whole ordeal was disorienting when her face went first and her legs remained somewhat twisted and hooked over the ledge of the bed.

Again, Ghost was seized with a feeling of disassociation. The world just kept spinning and here she was on the floor. Maybe it was being a thirdwheel. For the first time in ever, she wished she had a wheel. A couple faces came to mind. She could text something if she had hands. Unfortunately, she'd probbaly left those somewhere like the living room.

Still, Ghost was on the floor, trying to muster enough hutspah to do anything more than roll over so her entire body's weight wasn't on her neck any more. Her legs came tumbling down when she heard a particularly sloppy sounding uh... argument.

Ghosting was preobably her best bet for finding her hands again. But. Drunk ghosting was not good. Ugh. Somany problems. Ghost plled a pillow closer and hugged it with her entire body. It would be her wheel, the fourth and best of all the wheels. Sopillow.

Besdies. She'd warned Isafriend. It was the best Ghost could do ten minutes ago.

Hearing Isabel’s explained what she meant about Ghost made Zephyr feel only slightly better. Being told you were going to get slapped was rarely well received but when he looked down and saw Ghosts inert form he couldn’t help but feel a distinct lack of worry.

“I don ttink Maya’s mov’n any time soon.”

Then he was being poked, which was not nice but was still nicer than than her covering his mouth with her hand which was just impolite. But suddenly that wasn’t important anymore because Isabel had stopped hanging on and he was having to hold her very tightly to not drop her.

Huh, she was soft there too.

"An thos're not fr touchin either!"

Isabel didn’t sound happy, but if he didn’t hold her there he was going to drop her and that wouldn’t make her any happier, but she was wriggling and he was losing his grip-

Wait no, he could fix this.

Redoubling his grip on Duskmoors derriere the hessian held her as close as he could while he leaned backward until he was horizontal and she was laying on top of him and he could move his arms to circle her waist.

“There not tuchin anymore.” He was not being childish, not at all. Still floating wasn’t something he could do all… well, he could but that didn’t mean he had to, especially when there was a bed right below him.


“Is my bed now I should be in the bed wheredit go?"

And apparently Isabel wanted to go to bed too, so he let himself fall gently into the middle of the blankest and pillows piled on top of it with Isabel on top of him.

“Beds right here, s soft and warm just like you Issie.” And that thought made even as he settled more comfortably into the pile.

“Issie, are you made of feathers?”

Spinning was not nice. Spinning was very much the best way to make Isabel's head dizzier and she had to get a good grip on the front of Zephyr's shirt to make sure she didn't fall off of the earth or the air or wherever she was. But it was probably better than him grabbing her much too tightly like he had been, even if it was only just barely fractionally better.

"You knowtha's not whaddI meant," she chided, trying to focus on his face and not on the pile of blankets that was drifting closer because trying to focus on both things was making her head hurt a little. But lying on something more solid instead of floating was nice, it made her head just a little bit less dizzy and her stomach not quite so fluttery. She wasn't so sure she liked floating and she was happy it was not part of her abilities otherwise she might have to do it more and that would be terrible. Maybe that's why Zephyr was so terrible, because floating caused tummy butterflies and head dizzies and having those all the time would be not fun.

She did feel warm. Very much too warm. Isabel wished she could have gotten the knot out of her shirt so she would not have been stuck in it and then her face would not feel so hot anymore. Maybe she would cut it apart later, but cutting things was difficult when stuck lying on top of someone so she would have to suffer for the time being and she would blame him for it forever what a jerk.

"I ammade of bones an secrets," she stated, folding her arms across the young man's chest and trying not to let her chin drop onto them. She was gradually getting more tired, but he was supposed to be to the couch and not between her and the bed and she wasn't done arguing that point yet she didn't think even if she was being very comfortable. "An you're madea wind and jerkfaceness and gross bad kisses."

He wasn’t really laying down, there’d been enough blankets and pillows and other soft things that he was in a recliner, resting at an angle.

This was an important thing to note because Isabel was lying on top of him but had lifted her head so he could see her eyes and cinnamony lips and the curve of her neck as vanished into the curve of her clea-

A pair of arms cut off the hessians view and he blinked as the his azure eyes found Duskmoors face again and her realized she was talking. Bones and secrets? That can’t be right, she was much too soft to be made all of bone, though she could make bones couldn’t she?

And now that he remembered that a small, vaguely coherent part of the Zephyr’s mind was trying to insist that there was something really not right about her laying on him like this but couldn’t say why.

As he tried to puzzle that out he shifted slightly, feeling something dig into his sternum as he shook his head at Isabel's words. “Nah, your made amor t’that. Too warm t’be jus bone an secret.” She was like a mini oven really, he could feel the heat coming off her bare back, how did she do that?

He thought for another moment, shifting again slighty -what was digging into him?- then added. “Taste too nice too.”

"An you're madea wind and jerkfaceness and gross bad kisses."

Should he be… angry? It sounded like she was trying to be mean, but he was really comfortable, except for the thing that was poking him that seemed to be Isabel’s shirt but he couldn’t check because she was on top of him.

“ I’cn be wind, but m’not a jerface, s’not nice t’say.” It was true too, his face hadn’t been jerked about, if it had he’d look those people by that artist, wasn’t his name Picado or something like that

“Anway m’kisses are bettr th’n-

A knot! That’s what it was. Isabel had a knot in her shirt and it was poking him because she was on top of him. Shirts weren’t meant to have knots though; they had buttons, or zippers or strings. Wait, wait he was getting distracted.

“Issie, why d’you ave a knot in y’r shirt?”

"Psht, I'm think I know better'n you whaddI made of." Bone and secrets were totally the things that were most of her. Bones were like the most majority of her being and the secrets filled in everything else Zephyr was just dumb and didn't know what he was talking about. "Warm bones an sofsecrets. An cimnon, I guess."

He was totally a jerkface. The jerkiest face to ever jerkface and also a dummy what a dummy. "'malso made of not niceness." Not niceness that he totally deserved because he was pretty much always such a mean fun ruiner even if sometime he was less mean and fun-ruiny. Like now. He was being nice now and that was a nice thing but she was gonna go ahead and be mean anyway because he still deserved it always.

She planted a hand against Zephyr's chest and pushed herself into a sitting position at the mention of her shirt so she could try to look at the knot she'd tied in it, which turned out to be really difficult with it hiding under her bust. But sitting up was good. Sitting up meant she wasn't falling asleep "I was dancin' an got hot so I tiedid up so I would be less hot annow I can't geddit untied and it's th'worst why is everything so mean to me I don't geddit."

There was some shifting as arms were uncrossed and then there was a hand on his chest which suddenly felt cold- oh, Isabel was sitting up and now her legs were next to his legs instead of on top of them. She also seemed to have trouble staying upright because she was wriggling her hips and couldn’t seem to stay still.

Why had he thought he was cold again?

Then Duskmoor’s other hand was moving and Zephyr’s eyes followed it without being told as the girls fingers trailed up her bare stomach and along her ribs to the bottom of her shirt trying to find the knot that was nestled right beneath her breasts which were not helping as they moved whenever she missed

Yeah, he was nice and warm, though maybe he might want to make a breeze-

"I was dancin' an got hot so I tiedid up so I would be less hot annow I can't geddit untied and it's th'worst why is everything so mean to me I don't geddit."

…that seemed like something he could help with. Knots couldn’t be that hard after all and he had two hands where Isabel was only using one- oh, no he didn’t; she was kind of sitting on them. It must have happened when she pushed herself up, well at least that explained why they were so warm, and she couldn’t blame him for touching her this time, though she probably would once she noticed.

Anyway, he needed to get his hands free and just pulling them out probably wasn’t the right way. Levitating her likely wasn’t going to fly either. That was ok though because he could just ghost; that way he could take care of his hands and her top at the same time.

“I can help ge’rid of it, try and stay still Issie” So saying Zephyr narrowed his eyes as he focused and his thoughts felt like they were doing back flips as he made his hands go from solid to not solid, and whispered over her skin. He was being very careful in only ghosting his arms and clothes because he didn’t want to change Isabel by accident.

”Its s’no good being too hot,” He continued as he felt rather than saw when his invisible fingers reached Duskmoors shirt and elusive knot which really was wedged rather tightly in place. Thankfully it didn’t matter how tight the knot was because he could just take the whole shirt. Yes that was good idea because than Isabel wouldn’t be hot anymore, come to that he could also get rid of his jacket, that wasn’t something you wore in a bed anyway.

Nodding to himself Zephyr closed his eyes as he used one hand to deal with his jacket while the other got a good grip on the brunettes shirt then, well, it was just like pulling a table cloth off an empty table. One moment the knotted shirt was there and the next it was gone.

“There you go” He said proudly as he turned his arms solid again and open eyes. “Now you can cool… down.” His voice didn’t really cut out, it was more of a gradual decrease in volume as his mouth forgot to close and his eyes stopped blinking.

It really was rather hot in here.

Staying still was not an easy thing to do when her head was so light and the room kept tilting at random and people did not make for solid things to sit on because they were shaped funny and not flat enough and there were hands disappearing from under her and upsetting her balance all over again. Getting touched so lightly by the almost-hands didn't help either and it was very hard not to wriggle under the tickling sensation. Isabel had to drop her other hand to Zephyr's chest to try and keep herself steady like she was told.

She thought she was doing pretty okay at keeping herself still but she had probably not actually been doing so okay because Zephyr looked and sounded very much like something was not the way it was supposed to be. On the up side the knot in her shirt was gone along with the rest of the shirt and she was feeling nice and less hot. On the down side her bra appeared to have disappeared along with it. Making things disappear while drunk turned out to be not such a good idea why had that seemed like it had been a good idea?

"Thiss why yer sucha jerk face," she accused, her face feeling incredibly hot to the touch when she tried to hide it behind one hand once she registered exactly what had happened and realized she should be embarrassed about it. "Yer the worst youare such the worst why does these things always happen when I wanna drink?" She released her hold on the young man's chest and made a grab for the corner of one of the less tangled blankets so she could cover her chest and also bury her face in it. She was not feeling quite so cool anymore.

“Uhhh…”

He didn’t remember Isabel being that close when he’d shut his eyes. No, he was quite sure she’d been in a more sitting up position but now she was of the leaning over persuasion and both of her hands were on his chest which wasn’t entirely fair because he only had one on hers

Almost as soon as that thought arrived it screeched to a halt and rapidly reversed back to the front of the elementals mind as he became all too aware of what he was holding. He tried to keep his hand still but it was hard because Isabel would tilt one way and then the other so there was swaying and he may have tightened his grip ever so slightly well, maybe not that slightly but she-

"Thiss why yer sucha jerk face,"

She really was quite a handful.

Oh, she’d moved one of her hands and was trying to hide her face well really just her eyes and she’d actually gotten closer now that she was leaning on only one hand. He could feel her breath, almost taste her lips again and huh, he’d never realized she had a handful of freckles over her nose.

"Yer the worst youare such the worst why does these things always happen when I wanna drink?"

Isabel, Isabel didn’t sound happy. She had wanted to get rid of her top right? She’d said she’d been to hot with the shirt on so taking it off would cool her down. Had she not realized it would leave her… more naked than she had been? It didn’t matter, he could fix this somehow, maybe he could get rid of his own shirt? But would that make things better or just even? And anyway Isabel seemed to have a problem with looking so would she even notice?

Well, if she was embarrassed by looking though maybe she’d like it if he couldn’t see or wasn’t looking at least? He couldn’t put her top back, that was much harder than taking it off, but he could still cover her up.

Huh, apparently she had the same idea because she’d moved her other hand and without any support she ended up leaning even closer nearly grazing his chest even as her head tilted forward at the loss of balance.

“Silly Issie” He told her gently as his his free hand moved to circle her waist. “Don’ hide.” He leaned in, closing the short distance between them as he brought his chest to hers and craned his head to whisper in her ear. “D’ere, now I can’t see nuffin.” His hands moved, the one on her waist starting to rub slow circles on her bare back.

Keeping Isabel’s front resting against his own Zephyr brought his head back as he slowly lowered the two of them back to the blankets, a smile tugging at his lips from the flushed features he could see between her fingers… was she peeking back at him?

“It’s pr’tty when you blush” Then the back of his head met a pillow and his nose bopped into hers and for the third (or was it the forth?), time that night he tasted cinnamon.

Why had she thought calling Zephyr had been a good idea calling Zephyr was almost never a good idea except for a few times. And drinking around him was an ever more worse idea why did she call him and have drinks at the same time this was the second time she'd wound up drunk and in her underwear sharing a bed with the guy what was going on with her life everything was sucky and unfair.

Isabel was starting to hope the heat in her face would actually start making her melt and disappear when something touched her waist and she sat up a little straighter in surprise. "No 'mhide frever, this is so worst an unfair," she protested, risking a peek between her fingers to try and see why Zephyr was moving around so much but she was deciding too slow and he was already speaking in her ear and it made the hairs along her neck stand up but not in a bad way.

And then he was moving again and he was moving her with him. She abandoned her attempt to drag the blanket out of the pile and dropped her hand to his shoulder instead because being moved blindly was ruining her sense of balance and she needed something to hold onto and he was the closest thing for grabbing. God, so much of her skin was touching him and it was so strange and he didn't seem to be bothered by it at all. How could his face not also be all red and embarrassed to that just wasn't fair.

They were very much so close and he was still touching her, the circling fingers sending shivers up her spine and it was making her brain feet hot and fuzzy and her stomach felt like it was trying to do flips. And he was saying very nice things why was he being so nice he always caught her off guard when he was so nice why couldn't he just be a jerk always so she could properly dislike him all the time? He was just making her more embarrassed and her blush was never going to go away and she didn't think she wanted it to be pretty but also she kind of liked hearing him say that she was, like that one time when he told her she was beautiful and she tried very hard to forget about it but couldn't help thinking about it too much. He was such a jerkface why was he so nice that was so unfair.

But kissing was happening again and kissing made her thoughts all smokey and hard to grasp and it was very hard to want to think of anything when kissing was a thing that was happening. She was not supposed to like boy kisses because they were gross and she did not want to get involved with affection things but she was feeling very good and the kissing was feeling very nice and it was very hard not to be kissing Zephyr back when he kept putting butterflies in her stomach and they were all horrible encouraging traitors.

She had to break away eventually for breathing and for brushing away hair that had falling into her face. When had her hand stopped holding onto her face and started grabbing his shirt? Why was he even still wearing a shirt when she had to be not in a shirt because he had disappeared it? That was so not fair he was always so not fair to her. "Das nofair," she pointed out, returning her hand to his shirt so she could give it a small tug and indicate what she was trying to articulate. "Why'd I gotta be mossly not dressed and you don't tha'sso nofair." She'd have to figure out how to put her shirt back on or he'd have to get rid of his and also be half naked and embarrassed just like her and be less nofair.