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[biscuity]

[ Perhaps the fact that she's cried in front of him before helps keep her from resisting when he lifts her face, even though she has no doubt that she's red and splotchy. Or maybe she's just so focused on the moment, on him, that she can't bring herself to care. Whatever the case, she meets his gaze easily, her hand moving to his to hold it to her cheek.

Would this have been better if it had happened with them curled up in bed, or sharing some treat beneath their tree one afternoon rather than in this creepy forest, both of them running high on adrenaline? Probably. But hearing Bellamy call her his girl — meaning it, too — is perfect, no matter how it came about. ]

I won't, I promise. [ Turning into his palm, eyes closing for a brief moment, Clary presses her lips to his skin. It's not really a kiss, more just a more purposeful point of contact, and then she opens her eyes to look at him again. ] With how many times I'll want to hear it, I don't think you'll be able to forget anyway. [ She gives him a small but happy smile, even if it's a half-assed attempt at teasing, her heart not really in it considering everything else that's led to this point.

Then she moves to stand, wiping her cheeks with her free hand, the other sliding into Bellamy's to entwine their fingers and give him a gentle tug. ] Come on, Bellamy, let's get out of here; this place is giving me the creeps. [ Not to mention she's exhausted now and can imagine he feels much the same. ] I also want to curl up in your arms and that's way more comfortable in a bed.

[ If he'll let her, Clary will also try to pick up the gun and carry it back herself, if only to give them both a little extra peace of mind. ]