[ Jace smiles a little, unable to help it. He's reassured that she's as obviously affected as he is, and he braces her carefully, between his arm and the wall and his thighs, so he can free one hand, lifting it to trace his fingertips slowly down the column of her throat.
His touch isn't light, it's deliberate and slow and tactile, making firm contact with her skin. Izzy isn't delicate. He doesn't have to worry about breaking her. ]
Yeah? Like this?
[ He's teasing her, obviously, but with intent, because his fingertips are already cresting over her collarbone, and working to nudge the other side of her robe off the unbared shoulder. ]
Look at you, Izz. So fucking pretty.
[ It's a groan of sound, as he drags two fingertips down her sternum, tracing over the rune there. ]
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His touch isn't light, it's deliberate and slow and tactile, making firm contact with her skin. Izzy isn't delicate. He doesn't have to worry about breaking her. ]
Yeah? Like this?
[ He's teasing her, obviously, but with intent, because his fingertips are already cresting over her collarbone, and working to nudge the other side of her robe off the unbared shoulder. ]
Look at you, Izz. So fucking pretty.
[ It's a groan of sound, as he drags two fingertips down her sternum, tracing over the rune there. ]