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@roy-prescott
( she smiles again, something she can’t seem to stop doing around him, and moves closer, her lips hovering close to his. ) I’m holding you to that, Prescott.
You’re supposed to. ( he kisses her again, a small smile on his face. )
Well we can’t have that happen, can we. ( she smiles at him and shifts in her seat so she’s nearly in his lap, one arm around his neck and the other cupping his cheek. ) I’ll never be changing my mind on this, Roy.
Good. Because I’m not, either.
—- I’ve never been more serious in my life.
If you change your mind, I might actually never forgive you.
—- Roy, I’ve already been swept off my feet by a wonderful person. ( she looks away for a moment before their eyes meet and she runs her fingers along his cheek. ) And that wonderful person is you.
....You’re being serious.
Damn right, I am.( she’s surprised by the kiss at first, but she brings a hand to his cheek to hold it a bit longer, as though it was normal. ) That will never happen. The only person I ever want to get married to is you.
You say that now. Wait until some wonderful person comes and sweeps you off of your feet. Then I’ll just be a side piece. That’s okay — I can live with being husband #2.
( she rolls her eyes at him, sitting up so she could look at him properly. ) Roy, I don’t care if there are no beaches. The house could be in the middle of the desert and I would still want to live in it with you. It doesn’t matter where it’s at, or what’s around it, as long as it’s you I get to be with.
You are my wife. ( he kisses her. it’s not as quick and chaste as the others. this is a bit... more. but he pretends it isn’t. ) What am I going to do when you really fall in love and get marries?
( she stays silent for a moment before a mischievous smile stretches across her lips. she looks up at him, resting her hands on either side of his face. ) If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were in love with me.
( after pressing a quick kiss to his lips, she smiles brightly. ) But, living with you does sound amazing. Let’s do it – lets get a house together.
You caught me. ( the dry tone luckily hides the truth in the words. )
Did you miss the part where there are no beaches?
…You mean live together? Just you and me?
I mean... yeah?
( she lets out a soft laugh, rubbing her nose against his. ) I know, but I wish we could. Live out the rest of our lives together on a beach… ( she looks up into his eyes. ) …how amazing would that be?
....We could get a house together. I mean, there aren’t as many beaches in Ohio, and none are that close to Lima. But can you imagine?
Without a doubt. ( she looks up at him, pressing a kiss to his jaw. ) I kind of wish we never had to leave.
We have siblings, families... as much as I wish we could stay here, doing this forever... ( he kisses her nose. ) You know we can’t.
( she laughs lightly at his comment, nodding slightly. ) And better than being surrounded by constant chaos. ( she drags her palm over his stomach, absently tracing shapes against his bare abdomen. ) I am, too. I’m really glad we did.
We should do it again. What do you think?
( looking out at the ocean from their hotel suite’s balcony, she lets out a pleased sigh, shifting where she lay curled against roy’s side with his arm wrapped around her; her arm is resting across his waist and her head lays against his shoulder, a smile playing at her lips as she briefly glances up at him. ) ———– This has been the best summer of my life.
It’s definitely better than bailing kids out of jail and arguing over whose turn it is to buy pancakes. ( he makes a mental note to not to share those thoughts with clarke. ) I’m glad we did this.
At some point, packing for a few weeks ended up looking like packing for a year or more. Her bags were completely filled, after having gone through both her dresser and her closet, and honestly, she was beginning to think maybe she went overboard. But, hey, she was going to California with Roy Prescott. That seemed like a damn good reason to look her absolute best at all times.
She smiles sweetly at him, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Thank you for doing this with me.”
Roy shrugged, giving her a smile. “No problem.” He was doing this for him just as much as he was doing it for her. He needed a vacation. He didn’t want to be here anymore. He needed some time away from his responsibilities, from his family, from all of it.
He needed this.
Honestly, Clary was shocked when Roy didn’t tease her about her height. He always did whenever he got the chance. With a raised brow, she turned to begin to pack up her clothes, leaving her drawers open.
“If you want to start putting any jeans, shorts, and skirts in that bag, I’d super appreciate it,” she tells him as she neatly folds up her tops and lays them in her suitcase. She was always incredibly organized, and the thought of shoving all of her clothes in one bag made her shiver. “And, Roy?”
Roy hummed, taking the folded clothes and placing them in the bag she pointed out to him. He knew how she was about organization and he definitely wasn’t going to make her mad by ruining it. Even he wasn’t that mean.
When she called him again, he looked up. “Yeah?”
She spins on her heel to face him, smiling warmly at him. “What a trooper,” she comments, before opening her closet. “Well, if you’d be a doll and get my suitcases down from there, that would be wonderful.” The cases sat on the top shelf of her closet, and while Clary wasn’t extremely short, she wasn’t tall enough to get them down herself.
Making her way to her vanity, she begins to pack up all of her makeup and accessories, before moving on to her drawers. She’s not quite sure what she’ll need yet, but she opts for safety and packs a couple of sweaters and pairs of leggings and jeans among her dresses, shorts, skirts, and tank tops. Maybe she was overthinking it when she slipped a couple of sets of lacy bras and panties into her luggage, and maybe she was looking too deep into her relationship with Roy when she added a few sets of lingerie, but she really couldn’t bring herself to care.
Roy would like to pat himself on the back for not making a short joke at her expense. He could. He has the chance and every right to, but he carefully refrains from doing so. They’re having a good night, and he doesn’t want to ruin that by cracking a joke and offending her.
He gets up from the bed and grabs the suitcases from her closet. They’re not terribly high up, but he can see why she won’t be able to reach them herself. He pulls them down and sets them on the bed. He almost asks just how much she’s planning on bringing, then remembers how far they plan on going.
Clary grins up at him, tapping his chest a couple of times. “Better not,” she teases. The time the pair spends curled up together seems to both drag and fly by, and when Roy speaks up, she can’t help but jump a bit, startled out of the comfortable silence they’d been in.
He’s right, they both know it. If they want to leave and still have enough time to at least leave the state before midnight, they had to get going. “Okay,” she agrees, though she stays put for a moment. She likes the feeling of his arms wrapped around her.
After a few moments, Clary pushes herself up from his embrace and off of her bed, running her fingers through her hair. “Gonna help me pack, bubba?”
When she pushes out of his arms, he feels stupidly cold. It’s all kinds of cliche and gross, but he already misses the weight of her in his arms. He pushes the feeling away, knowing that now is neither the time nor the place for it.
When she asks, he sighs and pushes up off the bed. “Just tell me what to do, dear.”
Her eyes lock with his as he speaks, and a mischievous smiles stretches across her lips. She bats her eyes a couple of times, playing innocent as she hums to him. “I can handle anything,” she shoots back without missing a beat, her eyes shimmering.
Roy scoffs. “I don’t doubt you.” He takes a breath, relaxing for a few minutes. “You should probably get your stuff together. We have to head to my place after this.”
