When Clary felt hands on her shoulders, her first reaction was to tense until she felt the soothing feeling of a massage. Jace, she thought as she felt her body relax. Tilting her head up, she saw blonde hair and brilliant dual colored eyes that she loved so much. “Hey,” she said with a smile. “I thought that you were training.” He didn’t look like he’d been training. Perhaps he’d just cleaned up really quickly.
She let out a sigh and leaned her head forward and closed her eyes. Now that was the spot. “Right there,” Clary said. “That’s perfect. Who knew you could give such a massage. Is that part of your training?” There was some teasing in her voice, but she was curious. If Jace had learned to do that, maybe she could too so that she could repay the favor.
Jace smiled down at her as she looked up. “Hey,” he said, smiling. “Not so much training as talking to Brother Zacariah.” he replied. “Not letting anyone get wind that I’m recovering from a possession.” he said low enough only she could hear him. “It’s getting a lot better, though, I promise.” Mostly it was thanks to Magnus and a very potent potion that allowed him to sleep decently, although he’d scared his siblings and Clary when he hadn’t woken for four days when he’d first taken it. Feeling her relax, he found his own tension fading. They were fine now, but he still felt bad for what he’d done, for what he’d been forced to do.
He laughed and shook his head. “No, let’s just say Izzy was adamant some learn to give her a massage, and so I learned her pressure points. You’re not much smaller than her, so I figured that just a little adjustment to adapt would work fine. Glad my theory was right.” He kissed her temple gently, eyes closing as his hands continued to knead the tension from her shoulders. “Come on, you need to rest. One of us recovering from sleep deprivation is enough.”
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