[ It's morning, she knows that much, she can see the sun streaming through the window and catching on Jace's hair. Of course, she should probably not watch him sleep, but he looks so peaceful, maskless when he's not worrying about what people see. He looks beautiful and she can't help herself.
She's laying on her stomach beside him, arms crossed and her chin resting on them as she dozes. She could get up, but the drive to isn't really there. Not yet. ]
[ He senses her gaze upon him as he stirs, but he doesn't move, quickly remembering where he is, even if he is still getting used to it; it's hard to forget when he's sharing a bed with the most beautiful girl he's ever come across.
But he does crack open an eye, peeking at her from where he lies on his back, head to the side, and then closing them both firmly again. His voice is soft, but with a rough edge from sleep. ] You know, some people might consider that to be a little creepy. [ He doesn't appear to mind, though. ]
[ Her voice comes muffled from where she's now pressed her face against her arms, an amused hint to it. ] I thought you liked it when girls looked at you.
[ She's warm and happy, blankets bunched around them both, the bed and the room around them like a hidden away world. Jace is alive and close by and Clary's heart keeps skipping beats every time she catches herself looking at him.
Resting her cheek on her hand, gaze drifting along the black ink of the marks on his collarbone. ] Besides, I can't help it.
I do, but I prefer it after I've had some time in front of a mirror. [ He's not half as vain as he makes himself out to be, and he doesn't need that much time in the bathroom to look good, but still.
He turns his body toward her, barely causing the bed to shift as he does. ] Is it a curse? I'm seriously struggling to tell.
I don't think it's a curse. [ Smile widening a little. ] Maybe it is. Maybe everyone's staring at everyone else, but we'd have to get out of bed to check.
[ Wriggling her socked feet under the covers. ] I don't know about you but I kind of want to stay here.
[ Sleep is wearing off, even though he could easily wake himself up properly, but not enough to make him move away, foot brushing up the length of her leg in a subtle attempt to get that much closer. ]
Sometimes being paranoid pays off, and, besides, after everything you've been throw into the last few months, I'm just surprised you're not more paranoid.
[ He sort of means it, but it's light, teasing, and he shifts to nudge his nose against hers, pecking her lips - he's overly aware of his morning breath. ]
We could go and get supplies and then come back and hang out here. [ She'd like that, just spending the day lazing around with him in their room. It'd be nice. She could bring her sketchbook to bed with her and try to capture the curve of Jace's mouth in the right light. ]
[ He watches her, as if he's trying to read her thoughts, but sadly he's not gifted with that ability. ] All right, shower and breakfast, then meet back here?
Clearly you have never had a pajama day. [ Teasing and light. ] Shower, breakfast, then a quest to the grocery store for as much candy and terribly fizzy soda as we can carry, then back here for pajamas and hanging out.
[ Grinning as she rolls on to her back, stretching out. ] It's a good thing you have me to guide you in the terribly tricky ways of normal people.
You're clearly far more experienced in this than I am, so I'll take your word on it. [ He mutters quietly, teasingly. ] Leading me astray like this, and I'm the one with the bad reputation.
[ He laughs as he watches her stretch out like a cat, takes a moment to enjoy the last of the warmth before he sighs, springing up from the bed. ]
[ She's smiling as she slips out of bed, moves to the wardrobe to find something to wear. If they're stuck here she might actually start using her allowance and the money she makes for working shifts at the Dragon towards actual pretty clothing. It would be nice to be able to dress up.
But it is a pajama day, so she's not really going to put much effort in just to go to the store. ] You can take the first shower. I know you need to get your hair sitting artistically.
Hey, don't mock the hair, it's the thing that channels my charm. Without it I'd be a regular, everyday guy, and that thought's disturbing enough.
[ He searches through the small pile he should probably build at some point, grabbing out a clean towel from the bottom, tossing some clean (well, they're clean enough - they pass the sniff test, it counts) clothes onto the messy bed to pull on after.
He presses a light kiss to her cheek as he passes, turning around in a spin gracefully, and smirking. ] Don't get in trouble while I'm gone.
If you scream for me halfway through my shower, don't think I'm coming out in nothing but my birthday suit. [ He's coming out in his birthday suit if he needs to.
Peering around the bathroom door before closing it to disappear into the shower. ] And get yet another offer to go out for coffee? I wouldn't dream of it.
[ She laughs at both statements, takes a moment to ponder his birthday suit as she picks through her clothes. Jeans and a shirt seem the right kind of outfit, she can throw her jacket on over it and then switch the jeans for pajama pants when they get back.
Briefly she thinks how it would be if Isabelle were here. If she had someone to ask about the kind of things girls need. Her pajamas all have characters on them, her underwear is plain, nothing feels sexy about her. With a sigh she shoves everything else back and tries not to think about it. Today is a day for chilling out. So she runs a brush through her hair and waits for him to be done. ]
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