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CONTINUATION — a christmas costume party.

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( thread up to this point )

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...

[tombom]

[ When her arms wrap around his neck, it's tempting not to lift her up with her legs wrapped around his middle, set her down on the window ledge, yank his robe open as well as her underwear to one side and fuck her with her wings spread against the pane behind her. But her outfit deserves more than hurried frenzy, even if he knows from experience how fun that kind of sex can be, when they don't have long but it's still just as pleasurable as it would be if they had hours together.

If she were dressed like an angel at a party, god knows he wouldn't waste any time to find some way of being inside her. His fingers would slip subtly under her skirt and into her panties while they're dancing together, or he'd drag her into a dark corner of the room and pretend like they're only kissing with her sat in his lap, when his pants were unzipped as soon as they sat down and he has to choose his moments to rock his cock up into her when nobody's looking, or for her to lift herself and slide back down the length of him, with agonizing pauses in between. ]

Remind me not to damage any part of what you're wearing right now in case a party comes up. [ He doesn't have to say any more than that (unless she wants him to) to know what he'd like to do with her dressed this way in a public setting. But right now they have all the time in the world while the snow continues to confine them indoors, so he rewards her with a kiss for being so vocal with him, before his fingers hook into the waistband of her underwear. ]

Want these off. Just these. [ He starts to drag them down on her legs but the lower they get, the lower he gets too, bending down until he's on her knees in front of her. He encourages her to lift her feet one at a time so he can free the fabric from her ankles, which is as warm and wet as her, to his delight. ]

You're gonna lean back and I'm gonna warm you up with my mouth. [ He stares up at her, sliding his palms from her calves up to the outside of her thighs. ] And if you're lucky, you'll have steamed up the window by the time I'm fucking you, but I'm hoping how your breasts will be pressed against it will give us away.

[biscuity]

[ Although Clary doesn't ask for further clarification about his plans, her eyebrow does quirk at the comment about her wearing this at a party. Even with how adventurous she's become here, thanks very much in large part to Bellamy, the outfit is a bit more risqué than she'd probably ever wear in public. Still, if he wanted her to, she doubts she could deny him; there's almost nothing he could ask of her that she would refuse.

As he lowers to his knees, after she returns the kiss with a happy sound, she lets her hands skim over the sides of his neck and then one settle on his head, fingers (predictably) lacing through his curls as she looks down at him. ] You really think you can make me steam up that window that much? [ She's teasing, of course, the smirk curling her lips suggesting she knows just how well he can do that.

Her free hand settles at the windowsill as she leans back against it, back pressed to the window, the chill of which causes goosebumps to spread along her arms as a shiver races up her spine. But she doesn't pull away from it, knowing that Bellamy will do exactly as he promised. Even just seeing him there before her, staring up at her with eyes warmed from arousal and adoration, stokes a heat low in her belly. In fact, the only other shifting she does is part her legs for him, eager — like always — for the skill of his mouth. ]

Even if it doesn't happen, I kinda like the idea of people knowing you're inside of me, jealous that I get to have you but they can't.