SPOILERS FROM CITY OF FALLEN ANGELS BY CASSANDRA CLARE “Kiss me then,” she whispered, and he pressed his mouth against hers, their hearts slamming together through the thin layers of wet fabric that divided them. And she was drowining in it, in the sensation of him kissing her; of rain everywhere, running off her eyelashes; of letting his hands slide freely over the wet, crumpled fabric of her dress, made thin and clinging by the rain. It was almost like having his hands on her bare skin, her chest, her hips, her stomach; when he reached the hem of her dress, he gripped her legs, pressing her harder back against the wall while she wrapped them around his waist.
He made a noise of surprise, low in his throat, and dug his fingers into the thin fabric of her tights. Not unexpectedly, they ripped, and his wet fingers were suddenly on the bare skin of her legs.
Oi there Cassie, things are getting hot here
And what else could I draw for the Under the Rain
The thing is that I am in my perverted mood recently and that was the outcome.
I don't even like Clary though
Tools used: Color pencils, Opaque White Ink Marker, Black Marker
Clary Fray, Jace Wayland (c) The Mortal Instruments, Cassandra Clare