<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Gensokian sat up for a bit, watching Isabelle stretch herself. He could've sworn that she was acting just like a cat, but he passed it off as her habit of streching. Leaning himself down to her cheek, he gave her a little peck. He could still feel his sweat dripping off of him, and he usually didn't like to sweat, but he liked the reason he was. All of his muscles relaxed, he sat up once more and started to rub Isabelle's back playfully.<br/><br/>"I'm glad to hear I'm welcome," he said, a hint of play to his tone. "I'll be honest; I truly enjoyed our experience here. I thank you much for allowing me in here."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div align="center">(http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz360/aia_taino/Isabellestarter.jpg)<br/><em><span class="bbc_u">~Isabelle~</span></em></div><br/>Isabelle purred as his warm hand smoothed along her bare back. She closed her eyes for a moment before sliding off the bed and shimmying into a tanktop. It clung to her slender lithe frame and she followed with a pair of panties. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, and do hope you're very much relaxed." She cooed. slipping back onto the bed, offering him a towel. Isabelle didn't mind sweat, she never smelled musty, or bad when she did. A natural scent of lavender escaped her pores, and enlightened the senses.<br/>