#teasing isabela

Alright, maaaybe she wasn’t too outside the family, and she hoped to close that gap even more, but it did not make her any less nervous when Señora Madrigal herself showed up on her doorstep and requested the event to be planned two months ago. 

And ‘requested’ is frankly generous as the way she said it, there really wasn’t a choice. At least with her nerves, it felt like it. Ever since then, [Y/n] had been planning out what food to be served, who would be able to attend, lighting, decor, theme–everything she could think of. The only thing that rang through her mind was if she failed, not only would it ruin her reputation among everyone, but Isa would never forgive her for ruining her grandmother's birthday.

That meant she had been over the Madrigal’s casita more often than before, which she didn’t think was possible. Despite that, nearly none of that time was with Isabela. 

It ached her heart, but the thought of failure and losing Isabela completely hurt worse. And it all led up to this moment. A few hours before everything was supposed to begin. She placed the food Julieta prepared onto a dining table in the backyard, but halted before setting it down and snapped her head up. Not too far away, Isabela had been talking to a person setting up a pole for where the hanging lights would be. 

When did she get here? This was the first time she saw her ever since arriving. She could hear her angelic laugh toward the woman, twisting her hair around her finger. [Y/n]’s eyebrow twitched as she stared longer, a stirring of jealousy in her heart and butterflies chest. She then shook her head and finally placed the bowl down, then looked away. Isa can talk to whoever she wants to, of course, but she only twirls her hair like that when she’s talking to her. Not that it bothered her. She shouldn’t let it bother her. Maybe she did that more often than she realized, is the lie she wanted to tell herself.

She went into the kitchen and retrieved another plate, Julieta leaned on the counter, dabbing away the sweat on her forehead with a cloth. “Finished the last one. You really picked a good menu for this one.”

Julieta often helped cater for her. “Great! I know it was a lot and a bit challenging, Thank you, Julieta.”

“I appreciate everything you’re doing. You are a sweetheart. Would you like me to help carry some out?”

“No, you don’t have to you did a lot already-“

“Nonsense, I’ll gladly help more. It’s my mother. Now show me.”

They walked out and once again, Isa was talking to the same woman as before. Her girlfriend laughed once more, sweet and light, flipping her hair. With the flip, a very specific one that was slower than her usual flow, that she loves, [Y/n] caught Isa’s beautiful brown eyes momentarily as flirty mischief bounced in them. It took everything to not go over there. Her face became hotter.

“Are you alright?” Juli inquired. “You look a little flush.”

“I’m fine, thank you.” She said as she placed the plates down. 

“Ah, here she is, my love.” Isabela said as she came around. She halted but held an awkward smile as Isa extended a hand her way. “This is my girlfriend [Y/n],” she introduced. But before getting a word out, she continued, “You know we were talking about babies, mi rosa. The Escobars gave birth, finally.”

“Oh that’s-“

Isa turned to the helper, “I love babies,” 

[Y/n] scrunched her eyebrows. “No you-“

“But they whine and cry a lot. I mean, I’m used to dealing with criers,” Isa gave her a knowing and teasing glance, “but it’s their first so I hope they’ll be alright.”

Huh? Did she mean Mira or Luisa? She would have been young but she could remember things like that. But what did that glance mean? Was she making a joke about Antoniooo, no, no, no… 

[Y/n] could feel herself malfunctioning, overheating as if a loaf of bread left sitting in the oven.

“Antonio was a handful. Ah but the way they look at you from below. It’s wonderful.” Her girlfriend continued. 

“Sweet Jesus…” [Y/n] murmured and planted a hand on the table to keep her steady, her head hung low as her body and mind tried to reset.

“Is she okay?” The helper asked. 

She felt a soft hand on her forehead. “Dios, you feel like you put your head into an oven. You need to sit down.”

“Don’t forget to clip their nails either. It can hurt sometimes, you know?”

Her eyes widened. “Isa-“

Said woman began to walk off, “oh, well, I have to go now. Nice chatting with you.” She swayed her hips in a hypnotic motion that could rival pocket watches. She knew deep in her heart that was, like everything else just then, on purpose.

“That’s it, come now, I’m going to get you to sit down.”At that point 

She hadn’t seen Isa since then, but at least she was given more time to recover before the party began. And it went off without a hitch! Blessedly. People and mingling, all of the madrigals had come up to her with praise and thanks for how wonderful everything looked, and Señora Alma herself had given a personal graciousness with a grateful gleam in her eye. 

Right now she stood in a corner in the backyard where people mostly resided, talking to a few of the other party goers, but rather half heartedly as Isabela still hung on her mind. She didn’t understand if she was mad and trying to make her jealous or some twisted payback, but whatever it was, it was working and she had nothing but Isa on her mind. 

Although she hadn’t seen her since earlier. She tried asking around but had been roped into longer conversations about future celebrations for them and their families. Each time she finally pulled away, she was smacked into another long talk. 

At some point, someone prompted for speeches and people went around telling stories about Alma and other meaningful topics. As it captured the attention of most, she finally spotted Isa in the back, drink in hand, and boredly paying attention. 

She held a brightened look and was about to travel over before someone called her name and all eyes were on her. Included Isa’s, who seemed far more interested, but still rather heated, than moments prior. She then whipped her head away and apparently found the nearby tree more interesting. She clenched her jaw, a new fire in her, then smiled brightly with a kind wave to all, “hello. Yes, I thank everyone for showing and it’s wonderful to be able to celebrate another strong year for Señora Madrigal.”

“Not abuela yet?” Someone from the crowd yelled. The crowd laughed as did she with a glance to her girlfriend, her brown eyes were completely focused on her. And she wanted to keep it that way while getting her own pay back.

“No, unfortunately not.” [Y/n] said with a chuckle, casually rolling a corner of her lip between her teeth, catching a swoon then tenseness from her girlfriend in the crowd. “Hopefully soon. I really do love Isabela very much, her radiance reaches every deep corner of my being and brightens my life.” Isa spat out her drink, which gained the attention of few, but the majority kept their eyes to the front. “But it’s not about us, it’s about tonight. But I would also like to just wanna give thanks to everyone that helped.” Claps ensued as she walked over to the buffet table and dipped a chip in a lot of dip with a somewhat inadequate bite, “sorry, couldn’t help it. Hopefully, you eat some of every delicious dish up here, of course thanks to Julieta.” 

The crowd laughed and clapped for Julieta, who stood up and waved. There was a little something on her cheek she left until she went back to the center to make sure it was seen. “Ah,” she gave eye contact to Isabela and licked the counter of her lip and lightly her finger. It was indescribable the expression that Isa’s eyes held as a cold but excited shiver ran up the planners back. “Don’t know how that ended up there but with how I’ve been eating, it was bound to happen.”

Even as she looked away, she could feel the death stare. In that moment it felt like she had Bruno’s gift, because she could see her future and it didn’t look very good. Maybe she shouldn’t have went that far. 

Nonetheless, she cleared her throat and awkwardly chuckled. “Just to wrap things up, let's raise our drinks to another glorious year for Señora Madrigal.”

It was quick the way Isabela grabbed [Y/n]’s arm and swiftly dragged her to her room without a word, slamming the door behind herself. Faster than she could process, the Madrigal pushed her girlfriend against the door, then trapped her with both arms on either side of her. She leaned into her ear close enough to feel the tickle of her somewhat labored breathing on her ear.

“You are in big trouble, lily.” She darkly threatened in a low and slow tone, “I swear I’ll make you do so much more than cry.”

“You started it.” [Y/n] retorted, pushing her up a bit before flipping their positions. “I felt like I wanted to kiss and kill you at the same time.” She said and leaned her forehead on Isabela’s.

“You started it with the whole party mess.” She bit back. “I feel like you love my abuela more than me.” She said after, hurt and anger in her voice.

[Y/n] winced and brought her hand to Isabela’s face. “You’re right. I’m sorry. Really, really, sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you but I was afraid if anything but perfect happened tonight… I just wanted things to be perfect for her.”

Isa shook her head and sighed. “I know you were stressed, and it’s sweet how much you care, but besides you and me together, nothing is perfect. I wish you would have just come to me, love.”

“You are right as always, Isa, I’m sorry. Though you did not make it easy for me to function properly tonight, I may have deserved some of it. I acted foolishly before.”

“Si, and the fact you tried to get me back made me very angry, petal.” She responded, though, it was filled with anything but anger and rather want and tease. “But you are my fool. And it becomes a problem when anything cuts into my time with you.” She followed lowly, slowly leaning from their position to her neck, first placing chaste kisses along her shoulder blade before becoming a little rougher, nipping and biting, marking numerous sections that wouldn’t fade for sometime. Those worries faded, however, and so does her strength, as if Isabela’s kisses were a sedative.

[Y/n] relaxed then bit her lip before a low moan escaped as she tilted her head to the side to give more access. In a yearning to get more physical contact, her hands were about to rest on Isa’s wrist before vines quickly wrapped themselves around her wrist and brought them above her head.

She whined and Isa brought herself up, bringing her lips an inch close, but no contact. [Y/n] tried to close the gap but vines also wrapped around her neck and legs, firm and sturdy. Her breath hitched as Isa’s hands began to wander around her body.