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Clary loves to paint Izzy’s back whenever they get a day off. They lounge around in the morning before taking a bath together complete with bubbles. It usually ends in giggles and most of the water on the floor, but they don’t get these kind of days often so they can't bother to care.
Clary dries her off and kisses up her body, her fingers lightly trace her runes as she goes leaving Izzy covered in goosebumps.
With a light tug of her hand, Izzy is lead to the bed where she lies on her front on the soft, silk sheets and closes her eyes. Clary carefully straddles her legs before she starts.
The brush strokes feel like light caresses, each one leaving trails of love in their wake.
Everything feels so far away. The Clave, the demons, her responsibilities to the institute, all of it just disappears whenever Clary creates masterpieces on her skin.