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“You know it’s gonna wear off the chapstick if you keep kissing me like this”
Clary grins as she ducks in to steal yet another kiss from Izzy, “Well I can’t help but like the flavor of it. Peaches are my favorite after all.”
Izzy snorts, “Well if you like it that much then I don’t think you’ll mind when I buy you a tube for yourself,” She laughs as she watches her girlfriend’s face fall.
Clary steps forward until she’s crowding Izzy against the kitchen counter, “You are aware that it’s not just the flavor I like right?” Izzy smirks and pushes past her to reach for the cinnamon on the spice rack opposite them, contrary to popular belief, mainly her brothers, she’s not completely hopeless in the kitchen, at the worst, she’ll set a couple of stuff on fire, nothing that can’t be contained.
She turns back to the stove, “Yes I am aware that it’s just another excuse to kiss me,” She hip checks Clary out of the way as the redhead makes to kiss her again, smiling cheekily at her as she glares back.
Her girlfriend hops onto the kitchen island, “So why won’t you let me?”
“Because I bought the lip balm to make sure my lips are taken care of and it won’t do what it’s supposed to if you keep kissing it off.”
She turns back to see her girlfriend pouting at her, “You’re no fun.”
“Well lip care is important.”
Clary fixes her with an unimpressed look and opens her mouth to protest but Izzy catches her train of thought and raises a spoon at her threateningly, “If you tell me that drinking water will fix all of that, I will grab you by the ear and take you to Magnus.” That shuts Clary up pretty quick. Magnus is anal about stuff that’s often looked over in the self care categories, like lip care.
She finishes making the french toast(only burning one) and turns to Clary with a plate piled high with fluffy,sweet goodness, “Breakfast!”
They end up eating on the island, sitting crisscrossed opposite each other, silent as they stuff their faces with the one thing Izzy can actually cook and cook well.
Soon enough, Clary is leaning over to kiss her again.
But she cuts Izzy off before she can say anything, “It’s not your lip balm anymore, all I taste now is french toast and to be honest, I am loving it.”
Izzy smiles into the next kiss, “Well how could I ever argue with that logic?”