[ Getting back to the apartment wouldn't take long, all things considered, but Poe's reluctant to wait that long, especially when there's a reasonably comfortable, private cot behind the front office which will work for now. It's close behind him, a few more steps away, when he stops, his eyes locking on hers while his hands settle on her hips, giving them a gentle squeeze in another tangible reminder of just how grateful he is for all of this. Not just because of the current predicament he's found himself in, but for all of it — to say that he feels like he doesn't deserve this might not be an exaggeration. He doubts she would hear it though, especially now, so he won't dwell on it. Whatever they've gotten themselves into, they've done it together, they're both aware of that.
He pauses there, catching one of her hands in his and drawing it up to his mouth to press a slow, warm kiss against her palm, his eyes eventually flicking back up to hers as he follows that up with a few more scattered kisses trailing down toward her wrist. ]
Maybe I just need to show you how much that means to me.
[ After one more kiss that lingers against her wrist he'll let her hand go, not because he's done kissing her obviously but because she'll need to be able to free both of them for him to tug her shirt up and off. If she ends up unbuttoning his own along the way he'll slip out of that too, he's just more concerned with picking up with more kisses along the line of a newly bared shoulder while his fingers slide around to the clasps holding her bra in place.
It's far from the first time he's undressed her, it just might be the first time he's done it with such a gentle, almost reverent sort of touch, where he's not rushing or even fighting against that impulse. What they're doing right now is as important as anything that's going to happen later. ]
[ When he catches her gaze, even before his hand collects her own and guides it to his mouth, Clary feels her cheeks heat in something completely and entirely unrelated to arousal. Nerves flutter, too, in her stomach despite the fact that she's kind of lost track of how often they've ended up this close, how familiar the weight and warmth of his hand on her hip has become. She can see something else in his eyes — feel it in the charged space between them — and she simultaneously wants to bask in it and chase it away.
The former wins out, however, a fond smile curling her lips as his scatter kisses across her wrist, leaving her to idly wonder if he can feel the hammering of her heart at the pulse point there. Which only gets worse at what he says, as if her heartbeat is somehow tied directly to Poe's voice. It leaves her voice quiet and still breathless, though as undeniably fond as her the warmth in her own eyes, when she says, ] Whatever you need.
[ As if him doing that wouldn't be enjoyable for her.
Once her shirt is gone, Clary's hands do reach for Poe's shirt but her fingers just end up grasping the fabric when he dips his head to resume kissing her. Her head tips backward slightly as her eyes close with a soft gasp. Rather than getting too involved in removing his shirt, she decides to wait until he's removed her bra, though she does dip her hands beneath the fabric to seek out Poe's skin directly. ]
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He pauses there, catching one of her hands in his and drawing it up to his mouth to press a slow, warm kiss against her palm, his eyes eventually flicking back up to hers as he follows that up with a few more scattered kisses trailing down toward her wrist. ]
Maybe I just need to show you how much that means to me.
[ After one more kiss that lingers against her wrist he'll let her hand go, not because he's done kissing her obviously but because she'll need to be able to free both of them for him to tug her shirt up and off. If she ends up unbuttoning his own along the way he'll slip out of that too, he's just more concerned with picking up with more kisses along the line of a newly bared shoulder while his fingers slide around to the clasps holding her bra in place.
It's far from the first time he's undressed her, it just might be the first time he's done it with such a gentle, almost reverent sort of touch, where he's not rushing or even fighting against that impulse. What they're doing right now is as important as anything that's going to happen later. ]
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The former wins out, however, a fond smile curling her lips as his scatter kisses across her wrist, leaving her to idly wonder if he can feel the hammering of her heart at the pulse point there. Which only gets worse at what he says, as if her heartbeat is somehow tied directly to Poe's voice. It leaves her voice quiet and still breathless, though as undeniably fond as her the warmth in her own eyes, when she says, ] Whatever you need.
[ As if him doing that wouldn't be enjoyable for her.
Once her shirt is gone, Clary's hands do reach for Poe's shirt but her fingers just end up grasping the fabric when he dips his head to resume kissing her. Her head tips backward slightly as her eyes close with a soft gasp. Rather than getting too involved in removing his shirt, she decides to wait until he's removed her bra, though she does dip her hands beneath the fabric to seek out Poe's skin directly. ]