Hidden deep inside the library, Isabelle's eyes were bright and wide as they shifted over the vast expanse of books she had yet to read. Hugo sat on the step on the ladder and watched as she opened one, smiling as she glanced over at him.
"You don't have to stay, you know."
He shrugged and leaned his chin into his hands, letting his elbows rest on his knees.
"I know." He smiled and Isabelle smirked, turning a page in her book.
Hugo watched her eyes drift over the page and stood up, peeking over her shoulder. "What's the book about?"
She smiled and pointed to a picture of a string of islands. "The Bahamas! Perfect paradise."
She giggled and showed him some pictures of native flowers and gorgeous beaches.
"It's so lovely." She sighed, so lost in the islands that she unconsciously leaned her back against Hugo's chest.
He gulped slowly and moved his hands, hesitantly hovering them over her waist. Cautiously, he let his hands rest on her hips, biting his lip as he felt her gasp. She turned her head, unaware of how close they were.
Eyes wide, Isabelle glanced between Hugo's eyes and his lips, her own heart-shaped ones slightly parted. She gulped and closed the book slowly, about to give in to Hugo and let it fall to the ground when a loud knocking came from the window. Whirling around, Hugo let go of Isabelle, who was blushing like mad.
The Station Inspector stood at the library window, waving to them and then beckoning someone toward him from his right. Lisette popped up out of nowhere and squinted through the glass to wave at them.
She held up a paper bag excitedly, pointing to it and mouthing, "Dinner!"
After a satisfying dinner of warm chicken soup and soft rolls in the Inspector's office, he sent Hugo and Isabelle out to the apartment. Lisette complied and ushered them out, winking at Isabelle. They seemed to have their own plans for tonight and looked very eager to be alone..
Both shuddering at whatever they had planned, Hugo and Isabelle navigated silently through the walls to the flat, deep in thought and thinking of what they were going to say to each other. But when they closed the large metal door to the apartment, they started speaking at the same time.
They smiled sheepishly at each other and chuckled, Hugo urging Isabelle to speak first. She shuffled in her spot, taking a deep breath before she spoke.
"Hugo, I'm sorry I've been so.. weird lately. I just.. I can't stop thinking about the last time we spent the night together."
She looked down at her hands. "I can't stop thinking about.. you."
Hugo pushed off of the chair he was leaning against with vigor, unable to contain his happiness. Did she really just say that? He crossed the floor to where Isabelle stood, lifting her chin.
"Isabelle, you took the words right out of my mouth. I can't even describe how much I've wanted to.. to kiss you since.."
"So.. why don't you?"
Hugo's eyes widened as Isabelle looked at him with her deep, dark eyes, her long eyelashes beckoning him closer. His lips twitched to a smile as he studied her face, shrugging slightly. She shuffled a step closer, licking her lips and biting her bottom one.
He gulped and moved his hand from her chin to cup her cheek, the other gently grasping her hip. She smiled as he leaned toward her, their lips meeting tentatively but desperately. A long but simple kiss full of sparks and fireworks and shocks and stars was ended by Isabelle pushing Hugo back towards his bed. He rose his eyebrows, face slightly red and lips twirked up in a smirk.
His knees hit the side of the bed and he tumbled onto the mattress, laughing at Isabelle who fell next to him. "You're just full of surprises today, aren't you?"
Isabelle giggled and faced toward him, shrugging. She pressed her lips against his again, sitting up and pulling him with her. She gently tugged on his hair, smiling as she felt his fingers dance up and down her back.
She giggled as he swiped her bottom lip with his tongue, practically begging for entry. They tangled themselves in the sheets, lips and tongues battling for dominance. Hugo pulled away for a moment as he held himself over Isabelle with his forearms on either side of her head.
He smiled at her and kissed her nose, falling to her side. He brushed their fingers together, watching her bite her lip as she turned to face him.
She laughed as he stared at her, an amazed look on his face. "What?" She asked, poking him in the chest.
He laughed. "Nothing… you're just.. never mind." He smirked and lay on his back.
Isabelle gaped at him. She scoffed and tickled his side, scooting closer to him.
She straddled his chest, crossing her arms and cocking her eyebrow. "Tell me or I won't move."
He laughed. "I don't have a problem with that.."
He grinned and squeezed her hips, leaning up to kiss her.
She squealed and pushed him back down, holding him against the bed. "No! No more until you tell me what you were gonna say."
He sighed, smiling as he looked up at her. "You're beautiful, Isabelle. Gorgeous, really. Absolutely perfect. In every way."
She sat back, shocked and blushing. Hugo shrugged and leaned up to kiss her cheek.
"Satisfied?" He whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
She nodded, hugging him tightly and kissing his neck sweetly. She slipped off of him and cuddled in next to him under the sheets, intertwining their fingers.
She looked up at him for a moment. "You know, you're pretty damn perfect yourself."
He chuckled. "Am I?"
Isabelle nodded and kissed him softly.
"Yes. You really are." She laid her head back on his chest and smiled as he held her close, with the dim light of the apartment lulling them to sleep.