Author's Note: *waves* Hi, everyone. Well, here I am, back to writing fanfics. I've told you before that Missing Chances is going to be rewritten and now, this is the rewritten version. I've told you it's better and it actually is. I'm getting upset about the delay of The Mortal Instruments movie casting, I'm just pissed about it. Luckily, Lily Collins is already set to play Clary, she's perfect. Now, I've said lots of things. *sighs* Thanks for opening this story to read, thank you, and I hope you'll enjoy what I have written. *crosses-fingers*
Summary: After several demon attacks, the Clave grows suspicious that the attacks in Idris has been planned by the returning, ever powerful Sebastian. In order to get him, they plan on baiting Clary & stop the madness. Is the Clave doing the right thing? Post-CoG.
Rating: T to be safe
Disclaimer: Cassandra Clare owns the characters, I only own the story.
Chapter One: Full Stop
Vivid and luminous sparks exploded into the starless space above her red curly locks.
She lifted her head up, along with the golden haired boy standing next to her, and saw the fireworks designedly brightening the darkened sky. It was a starless and cloudless night, and Clary could even see the some figures out in the space.
Then, she caught him staring at her. His eyes scanned obviously into her fair-looking face, and a strange smile that broke his lips. Rolling her eyes, she bowed her head again and stared at the ground.
Fingertips soothingly slipped down and locked its way into the spaces between her slender fingers. She looked up, seeing Jace as he lifted her hand, still locked together, and kissed her knuckles. His eyes fluttered shut slowly as possible, happily watching the light being swallowed by darkness. He kept his hands interlocked with hers.
His lips traveled its way into her skin, his lips damping into her delicately smooth skin. Green irises faded as her eyelids closed just like him; a jolt of electrifying current running into her veins along with her blood and up to her spine, making her cringe. Then, his other hand went into her waist, pulling her closer as possible. Their chests pressed against each other, and feeling each beat of their hearts—seemingly to shout each other's name.
He released her fingers from his own, letting it wrap around his neck along with its other pair. Her fingers curled his hair, wrapping it around her fingers smoothly. She opened her eyes, immediately melting inside as if she's on fire, seeing Jace's luminous golden orbs—shining like the fireworks in the sky.
A grin broke her lips, making his smile the sexier way, combining it with a soft giggle erupting from her narrow throat. He pulled her up, crooking his head into her neck. She rested her head over his shoulder, waiting for him to speak. "Jace," she called.
He hummed him answer, his eyes now close and trailed kisses into her bare neck. He wanted to bit her skin like a vampire, except that he's not a vampire. Instead, he damped his wet lips into her soft skin and she cringed inside. He felt her shivers while into his arms. "I love you so much, Clarissa," he confessed. He pulled away, his eyes now opened.
His eyes were like the only sun that would shine in the night and the only star that would appear in daylight. She darted her eyes to her, locked and their contact was unbreakable. His eyes were the lightest type of honey, flecked with some shades mixing with the original color of his irises.
She felt his hands slipped into her cheeks, cupping her face without pressure and lifting her head up. She stared at him. She felt guilty after pushing him a thousand times after he would try to show his love for her, but he still do love him. "I love you too, Jace Lightwood," she stated, never eyes from his own. Then, he caught her hand from his cheeks, pressing it against his skin, "Probably, this is the last romance in my entire life. I want to share it with you Jace; I can't imagine how to stay away from you. I love you." Then, he leaned down—his hands sliding back into her cheeks—and pulling her face to him.
Tiptoeing, their lips touched softly. His lips wrapped around hers, feeling her respond into his kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling into his bright curls, just as his hands traveled into her curved waist. He pulled her close, closer than it was before, and their closeness made her feel suffocating into his chest—her heart desiring to explode right now.
The kiss was soft and passionate and fierce. He bit her lips slowly, as she bit his lips too, and a chuckle escaped from his throat. She grinned into the kiss, trying to catch his lips one last time before they broke off from the kiss.
Pulling away, he saw her eyes closed and her lips trembling as if wanting for more. His lips broke into a meaningful grin, and soon, she stirred her eyes open. "Meeting you in Pandemonium is the second best thing that has ever happened to me," he started, and suddenly stopped. He let his mouth open and a soft and reassuring sigh escaped his mouth.
"What's the first?" Clary asked, frowning at him.
"Knowing that there is someone who loves me for who I am and understands every piece of my life, someone who knows the real me." He answered. He kept his head low, slightly embarrassed after saying that.
Clary stared at him, before bursting into giggles. She curled herself while laughing at him. Jace sighed, and laughed along with her. Hearing her giggle or laugh, makes him laugh along with her; seeing her smile, makes him break the grin into his lips too. There's nothing that can make him stop copying everything she does. "Jace, for the Angel's sake, are you nuts?"
"Maybe." He snorted, slipping his fingers back into her hand and flashed the knee-weakening smile in his lips.
"Mr. Jace Lightwood," she called, placed her hand over his shoulders and slowly sliding it down into his bare arm, feeling the muscles in her palm. "Like I said, you're the last romance that I'll have in my life." He stopped moving, folding his arms across his massive chest and continuously stared at her. Her hands rested into his folded arms and smiled, "I love you, Jace, and if I ever told you that I don't love you anymore—I would be lying all along. Nothing can make me change my feelings for you, and that'll continue flowing, even after death. Jace, you are everything to me. Half of my heart belongs to you." Tears dropped from her eyes, and she felt that burning pain into her eyelids. She giggled, feeling so melodramatic about her words.
She lifted a hand to wipe the tears away but he shoved her hand away and wiped her tears with his own fingers. His fingers curled, and wiped those tears that had stained her fair-looking face. "What about the other half?"
She frowned. "Are you being selfish?" Then, she giggled, "I still have a mother, a father, and friends. Of course, I have to love them too." She leaned forward and pecks his lips with hers. She stayed her eyes closed, "But I love you, more than anything, more than anyone."
He leaned forward to steal another kiss, but immediate interruption arrived.
"Stop showing public display of affection, please." Magnus snapped, pushing away from Jace. Then, the golden haired boy looked back, seeing the flamboyant warlock standing behind him. Magnus seems to be looking for someone, probably Alec.
"Look who's talking," Jace laughed, flashing a wide grin into his face which made him more gorgeous, "Last I checked, you kissed—oh, probably made out with Alec in the Hall of Accords."
"I'm gonna turn you into a rodent." Magnus warned, readying his fingers for a snap. Clary stepped in, giggling loudly, and stopped Magnus from snapping his fingers. He looked down at the short, red-headed girl standing opposite to him.
"Magnus, I really appreciate you helping us all though out. Especially, waking up my mother. But turning my boyfriend into a rodent is most unlikely the thing I wanted to see. No one wants to have a rodent boyfriend." Clary pointed out. Magnus raised an eyebrow at him, seemingly questioning her explanation, but he did not spoke.
Then, he turned his eyes pass Jace, sighting Alec chatting with his sister and Simon a few steps away from him. "That's Alexander." He walked pass them and walked to his boyfriend. Clary and Jace followed Magnus as he clings around Alec.
"Bisexuals." Clary and Jace mumbled.
Clary turned to Jace, grabbing his hand into up into his muscles, and butterflies made its way into her stomach. She felt clearly happy for tonight.
Thinking that the one you truly love is your brother is probably the hardest thing Clary had experience in her entire life, despite all of the battles and the hardships she faced about being one of the Nephilims. "Do you want to go home?" Jace asked, continuously running his hand into her curls.
"Sure, I'm quite tired as well." Then, he pulled her into a hug, leaning his lips into her head. He kissed her head. His lips damped into her skin, sending her shivers inside. Jace is the only one who could possibly do that.
Probably the only one who Clary would allow to do that.
The pathway was narrow, even a car would not fit in the rough streets.
They weren't talking since they left the party. Jace decided to walk her to Amatis's house. Their fingers were intertwined with each other, exploring the softness of each other's skin. Clary saw the scar in Jace's knuckles, which Jace told her about how he broke the glass with his hand because he was so depressed and annoyed about her when she came to Idris.
Clary found it overreacting but she did not spoke.
He stared at her. The wind whistled as it blew past them. Jace watches as her hair gets blow by the whistling wind and fiddled it with his fingers. Her hair played along with his fingers, soft and smooth.
Clary looked up at him, feeling his hand into her hair. "What's wrong with my hair? Is there dirt or something?" She asked, frowning. She threw a hand over her head and touched it. Then, Jace burst out laughing.
"It doesn't always mean that if I touched your hair, there is dirt." Then, she sent him a glare. "No offense, but you're overreacting. Anyways, I love your hair, soft and smooth and shiny." She traveled her fingers into his blond curls, fiddling it playfully.
"I like you hair than mine, it's beautiful." She stated.
"Well, have I told you that I have a thing for red haired angels?" Then, she laughed.
Arriving by the staircases to Amatis's front porch, Clary stood at the first step and turned to Jace. She ran her hands into his neck and cupped his face, pulling him into a kiss. At first, it was bitter when he didn't kissed back. She soon felt his lips wrapping around hers, kissing her back. Then, his hands roamed into her arms, caressing it gently. Instead of feeling heat, she felt shivers in her muscles as if she's been electrified or cold wind has just passed her. Yet, she ignored it.
She continued kissing him, full on the mouth, without exemption. There was no one who would stop them again—not her totally evilly devious father or her attention seeker half-demon brother or anyone who wanted them apart. She loves him, and practically everyone knows that.
He pulled away, and saw her eyes were still closed. She stirred it open, making him see those bright emerald irises, shining against the bright fireworks in the sky. From where they stand, they could still hear the explosion of fireworks and the cheers of the people. Everyone is happy that the battle is all over, that Valentine and his minions are gone.
Clary grinned at him, "Would you like to stay? I don't want to be alone." He stared at her, exploring her mind using his eyes. He couldn't read her. She was telling him something, something she fears, but she cannot verbalize it in anyway. He rubbed her arms again, gently and his fingers felt her heat melting her inside.
"What about Luke? Your mom? Amatis?" Jace asked, worriedly.
"Jace, they won't mind. We just got together again." She gripped his hands, feeling the toughness of his knuckles, and the softness of his palms. "Plus, we won't do anything stupid, right? I just want to lay with you, sleep with you, so when I woke up, I'll see the face of the man I love."
"Fine, and that's because I want you to see the most gorgeous man in the world, and oh—that's me." Clary whined as he stated that. She grabbed his again, and pulled up the stairs. He took the steps and watched as she twisted the silver doorknob open.
They entered. The house is the same as they way they had left it. The books Luke had brought a few years ago were scattered above the coffee table. Luke was still deciding if he'll bring the books back toNew Yorkand sell them into a bargain shop or leave it here. Amatis suggests bringing it with him, but Luke wanted to keep it.
The kitchen door was wide open, but it was dark. Clary went pass the living room and got up the stairs. She noticed Jace was standing behind her, unmoving. "Aren't you coming?" He shrugged, burying his hands into his pockets. Then, he grinned, seductive and meaningful in Clary's eyes. He seems to be using his eyes as a magnet for her to immediately run up to him and kiss him.
Nevertheless, she had just kissed him in the front porch, and into the party. Hadn't he had enough?
"Well, if you're expecting me to run and kiss you, you've had enough of me." He rolled his eyes, and turned his eyes back to her. He shrugged once more, letting a soft chuckle to erupt from his throat.
"Come on, Clary, one last time. Something private." He tried to convince her, "I just missed your lips."
"So, the kisses in the party and in the front porch weren't enough?"
"Probably." He mumbled, raising an eyebrow at her, "You couldn't even resist me."
"Who says I can't resist you? I tried to push you away a thousand times." Clary snapped, giggling as she saw the pleading look on his face. He looked cute, she thought.
"That's—," he stopped as she immediately jumped into him. He didn't get to finish his statement when her lips crashed into his own, pushing himself into a deep kiss. He grabbed one of her thighs and pulled it around his waist. Her other thigh went around his waist and locked with her other. He carried her, pushed her into the nearest wall. She pulled away from the heated kiss.
"Is this what you mean of private?" She asked, huskily into his ears, as he crooked his head to trail kisses on her neck. She moaned, feeling the soft lips damping gently on her skin. Sweat instantly poured into her forehead, feeling the heat in her body continuously falling. Her eyes shot open when she felt him nibble her neck. "Please, don't give me a hickey." Then, she heard him chuckle.
She moaned once more, arching her back to push herself towards him again. He pulled his head back, and stared at her darkened green irises. He smashed his mouth into her again, and he licked her lower lip with his tongue—begging for entrance. She opened her mouth as well, grant permission. She felt his tongue explore her mouth gently, and she fought his tongue with her own.
Tongues battles in dominance, heatedly and passionately. They continued to explore each other's mouth, tasting the familiar bitter drink their both shared back into the party. His hand traveled from her waist into her thighs, caressing it gently. Her hands roamed into his nape, playing along with his curls and deepening their kiss.
It was more of a kiss, more likely a make-out.
They continued kissing, full on the mouth. His lips brushed against hers and hers to his. Their tongues were still in battle, fierce and passionately desperate. Fingers fiddled into his curls, which were all soaking wet with the sweat that had poured into him because of this heatedly make-out session.
Soon, she pulled away, gasping and panting. Her heart thundered inside her ribcage, beating as loud as it could that she might have heard it. Her chest pressed against his chest, his heart beats louder than hers. Then, he lifted a hand to brush off the hair from her forehead, "I haven't got to finish my statement a while ago because you jumped at me." She giggled, jumping away from him.
"It was a perfect timing though." She said, "What were you going to say a while ago?"
"That you had every reason to push me away before, now you don't have any." She opened her mouth to fight back, but she found herself voiceless. No words came out from her shaking lips. "You're saying something?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at him. Then, she jabbed him into his arm.
"Maybe I haven't got any reasons, but don't you like it?"
"Of course I do, every part of you. You're beautiful, Clary, the most beautiful girl in the world." He sighed, leaning into peck her lips into a short kiss.
"I bet you're lying." She mumbled.
"Why would I lie? L'amorepuòfare cosestupide, buonoo cattivo, èancoraamore."
"What does that mean?" She asked, frowning at his statement, "Is that French?"
"No it's Italian." He said, fiddling her hair again, "It means that love can do such things, stupid things, but it's still called love. Even though how many times you have to spin the world back and forth, and shake it, the meaning of this word will never change."
"Thank you, Jace, for everything—especially for loving me even though I tried to push you away."
To Evelina
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