the healer

Yeah... intimidating rich party.

Oh yes -- it’s a lovely party... very big. Congratulations.

I think you’re sharing in the same anxiety as me.

You shouldn’t have that you know.

Tell me about it -- I spent weeks trying to find a dress for this thing and now I’m really regretting not going with the red. My skin is really washed out in this blue and I’m bloated -- and -- and... oh my god, panic central Andi. Everyone here is so pretty.

Then I’ll stay with you. This party is massive.

She arched into him, helping to make it easier for him to remove the bra. A gasp fell from her lips and turned into a moan when Clint touched the sensitive flesh of her breasts. Every single feeling was enhanced with his own pleasure, his and her’s mixing together into a dangerous concoction of need and desire. Her clutched at his arms, her nails biting into his skin as she bit back the moans that threatened to spill from her. Unable to handle the teasing touches, Clary flipped them over so that she was straddled over his hips. She pressed her lips to his neck, her fingers undoing the button and zip of his pants as she grumbled, “You know I hate it when you tease me. ‘s’unfair.” Her lips trailed down his neck and to his chest where she bit a love mark above on of his nipples. Her hands began to tug his pants down with haste as she grinned cheekily into his flesh.

Clary couldn’t help but not snort at his comment, a wide and playful grin stretched across her lips. “You’re being silly,” she said affectionately as her hand rubbed the scruff on his chin. When he lifted his shirt her eyes immediately went to the skin revealed, suddenly feeling the intensity of it all. Feeling his desire with her own made it harder to resist him, harder to keep things slow when she needed him so much. She met his lips in a fierce kiss, whining softly when she felt his hands on her. “More,” she mumbled against his lips as she dragged her nails down his bare chest.

“Good I’d very much like it too,” she gasped softly when he picked up, always forgetting about his strength. Her arms wrapped around his neck with ease, her blue eyes sparkling up at him with adoration. To Clary, Clint was the most beautiful person she had ever met. She pouted from the short kiss he planted on her lips, the pout however slipped from her face when he placed her on the bed – her hands grabbing at him to pull him down against her. Before she could return his sentiment their lips were locked in a passionate dance, hungry and biting as they expressed their need. She pulled away with another pout, her fingers tugging on his shirt, “You shouldn’t distract me, I was going to say I love you back but you just kissed me and you know that I get very distracted by you.” She pinched the skin above his belt, “I love you dumby.”

“No -- I don’t want to know, let me keep them innocent; la-la-la.” She put her fingers in her ears, grinning at him playfully. When he got closer she couldn’t ignore the growing tension that was sizzling between. Clary chewed on her bottom lip, her resistance completely gone now. “Or you could carry me to bed with the noodles.”

“Yes they are! Well -- they basically are. They don’t need to bear witness to those sort of things. So no, I wont’ walk around naked -- which I know is what you’re thinking about right now.” His pout made her furrowed brow to smooth out, her resistance wearing off. “...and what will you do with your noodles.”

“Stop it,” Clary grumbled but it had a playfulness to it, unable to actually be annoyed with him. “You doing that is the same as if I were to take my shirt off and walk around -- which I can’t do because there are children here, leaving me at a serious and totally unfair disadvantage. So take your noodles else where buddy.”

Here’s an idea, let’s drink wine and eat ice cream instead.

Clary rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at him, turning around to stick her drawing on the fridge. Mumbling to herself even though it was loud enough to hear. “They keep you around because of your stupid arms. Dumb hot arms.” 

I always thought I was weird... but now I’m considering that you might need to see Andi. Even I wouldn’t call drawing porn on legal documents sane. How do you still have a job?

...oh no. I didn’t realise this was your reports... oh god.