[ 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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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. ]