After he ripped her shirt off, Isobel grabbed at his shirt until she found the bottom, her eyes looking into his the entire time, then she pulled it over his head quickly, tossing it aside before pulling him back down for his mouth to meet hers.
She kissed him back hungrily, the blood rushing to her face as she did so, her fangs elongating. She carefully attempted to use her tongue to keep his away from them, sure that once he felt them this little fantasy would be over. That was what he hated her for, after all, wasn't it? Well that and being a complete bitch to him when she saw him in Mystic Falls.