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"You know, this isn't exactly what I expected when you said that Friday was going to be 'girls' night'."
"We don't have to have sex," Clary says, glancing up at Lydia through her eyelashes. There's lip gloss smeared around her mouth and gleaming along Lydia's hipbones. "We can just watch a movie."
"And we do have a full drawer of takeout menus," Izzy adds. She's stripped down to her skirt and bra, and her fingers are flitting along Lydia's stomach, occasionally moving down to brush over Clary's loose, flowing hair. "Seriously. We can stop right now if you're tired."
"I'm not tired." Lydia raises her head off the pillow so that she can meet Izzy in a kiss that starts soft, barely more than a peck, but quickly becomes something more heated, something that ends with her fingers twisted into Izzy's thick hair. "It's just, the last time someone said the words 'girl's night' to me, we ended up painting our nails and watching some terrible romantic comedy. I don't even remember what it was called."
"We can definitely do manicures and a movie," Clary says, sliding lower on the bed so that her mouth is level with the waistband of Lydia's practical black underwear. "Maybe even massages?"
"I like this plan." Izzy gently tugs on Lydia's bottom lip with her teeth. "Orgasms first, then we can have an actual girls' night. Sound good?"
"Yes," Lydia answers, gasping when Clary's fingers dance up the inside of her thighs. "Sounds good."