AN: My fist attempt at a TMI fic so please let me know if you'd like me to keep it going.
I let my pencil glide across the page, the ebb and flow of thick curves and delicate lines create characters that are almost Oriental in nature.
"Those are quite beautiful Clarissa." I look up and I swear from a single beat my heart skips and then stops before restarting.
"Thanks." The word that a great deal of concentration to produce and it sounds small and strained.
"I'm sorry if I scared you, I didn't intend to. Isabella said that you can become very absorbed in your work." He says her name with an affection that a brother might use.
"You must be Jace." I feel silly for asking but I see nothing of her in him or him in her.
Don't be stupid Clary maybe he's adopted.
I had met Alec with his straight black hair and icy blue eyes just like his sister's. She had said she had two other brothers Jace who was older and Max who was younger.
He looks at me thoughtfully for a moment before a smirk comes to his face. "Oh Izzy's been a nasty girl again. I'm going to have to set her straight. Let me guess you told you nothing at all about me? I'm I right Clarissa?"
"She didn't tell me anything but I've met Alec so I didn't ask I just assumed that you'd be...darker." I feel the blush warm my face and I can only hope that my freckles hide some of it.
"Well she told me so much about you. She said you where small, delicate features, long red hair, freckles and pale skin. You're simply beautiful Clarissa, she forget to mention that to me."
He sits in the chair across from me and I take a moment to study his face and my fingers itch to draw every perfect angle and curve.
"I'm not..." I say as I let my eyes fall back to my sketch pad. His fingers slide along the curve of my jaw until they reach my chin and pull it up to look at him, emerald green to tawny gold.
"You are more than simply beautiful Clarissa. It is you who is the angel not me. So never doubt the beauty of your soul because it shines in your eyes and I want you to smile for me."
I do as he asks and I see a spark in his eyes that sends a shiver down my spine. His touch is like fire and I feel lightheaded. "Would you like something to drink?"
"Coffee, black, no milk, with a lot of sugar." I say and see him raise an eyebrow.
"You're sweet enough," he moves his fingers and traces the line of my bottom lip. "without the sugar but I'll be right back. Don't run away."
When he walks away I watch his long, lean, graceful strides like a lion stalking its pray.
He returns with two cups of coffee, one dark the other almost the same color as his eyes. "I hope I got it right." I take a sip and I let a little moan escape around the rim of the cup and my cheeks flush a bright red.
"It's perfect." I say with a smile that he quickly returns.
"So Izzy told me you need a model for a project so my question is do you want me clothed or naked. I'm willing to do both for you Clarissa."
I swallow a too hot sip of coffee as my mind creates images of what could be under the white dress shirt and pale gold sweater.
I almost jump when I feel his warm breath on the skin of my face. His lips hover at my ear and a curl of his hair tickles the tip of my nose.
"Don't let the angel's face fool you, my sweet Clarissa. When you peel off the layers of clothes the angel gives itself over the more devilish desires."
I hear a sound, a small strangled sound somewhere between a whimper and a moan escape my lips.
"We should be going, we have class soon. I look forward to seeing you again very soon."
He guides me to my feet and before I can think he has an arm wrapped firmly around my waist and my body is pulled flush against his.
I feel strong muscles like steel wrapped in silk and his whole body radiates warmth. "You are so very beautiful Clarissa."
With those words his lips brush against mine and I feel myself melt under the smolder of his eyes and touch. The kiss starts off gentle and I moan when his tongue runs along my bottom lip, this gives him the opening he needs and he deepens the kiss.
Our tongues seem at war and Jace is the obvious victor but I don't care. I let my fingers twist into his curls and I moan because they feel like silk under my touch.
I could continue kissing him forever lost in the smell of soap and smoke with a hint of a coppery metallic tang.
I hear a man clear his throat loudly and I try to pull away from Jace but he keeps me in the circle of his arms. "You two might want to take that somewhere else." He says but his voice only sounds slightly annoyed.
"Forgive me sir but honestly if you had a girlfriend as beautiful as my Clarissa would you be able to not kiss her goodbye before class?" Jace's words make me blush and I hope it comes off as embarrassment and not mortification.
"I'll text you later beautiful." He give me a quick kiss on the cheek and dashes out of the door. Leaving me holding my hand to my cheek, the flesh still warm from Jace's lips.