Oh, I’m sure I could get my hands on some if I tried hard enough. [ She grins as though she’s genuinely considering — and maybe she is. It’s not something she’d ever thought of before, having a man wear lingerie for her, but she’s actually quite intrigued by the idea. That could just be because it involves Bellamy, however; there is very little that she wouldn’t find attractive on him, and not just because he’s one of the sexiest people she’s ever met. It’s the way she feels about him, how the thought of him is enough to make her heart race in her chest that makes him irresistible to her. Considering how much she loves seeing how he fills out his own underwear when he’s hard for her, maybe it’s not such a stretch to think she’d be turned on by him straining against lace or silk.
The question gets a hum from her, something akin to amused agreement, but Clary knows it wasn’t just the aftermath that led him outside. She certainly won’t bother arguing that point, regardless, because warming up was a very nice bonus. Besides, she’s far more interested in the pass of his hands over her body than calling him out on that one particular subject.
And it’s well worth it considering where his fingers drift when he focuses on her again, the teasing touch pulling a soft gasp from her parted lips. ] It is. [ Her own fingers drift back up the tie of the bathrobe but instead of tugging the knot free, she simply follows the path to his body, palms skimming across the soft fabric as they move up his torso. ] Warm and wet, [ she says as she presses closer to him, arms wrapping once more around his neck, lips coming to hover right over his. ] Aching to be touched by you...
CONTINUATION — a christmas costume party.
Oh, I’m sure I could get my hands on some if I tried hard enough. [ She grins as though she’s genuinely considering — and maybe she is. It’s not something she’d ever thought of before, having a man wear lingerie for her, but she’s actually quite intrigued by the idea. That could just be because it involves Bellamy, however; there is very little that she wouldn’t find attractive on him, and not just because he’s one of the sexiest people she’s ever met. It’s the way she feels about him, how the thought of him is enough to make her heart race in her chest that makes him irresistible to her. Considering how much she loves seeing how he fills out his own underwear when he’s hard for her, maybe it’s not such a stretch to think she’d be turned on by him straining against lace or silk.
The question gets a hum from her, something akin to amused agreement, but Clary knows it wasn’t just the aftermath that led him outside. She certainly won’t bother arguing that point, regardless, because warming up was a very nice bonus. Besides, she’s far more interested in the pass of his hands over her body than calling him out on that one particular subject.
And it’s well worth it considering where his fingers drift when he focuses on her again, the teasing touch pulling a soft gasp from her parted lips. ] It is. [ Her own fingers drift back up the tie of the bathrobe but instead of tugging the knot free, she simply follows the path to his body, palms skimming across the soft fabric as they move up his torso. ] Warm and wet, [ she says as she presses closer to him, arms wrapping once more around his neck, lips coming to hover right over his. ] Aching to be touched by you...