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[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.