A/N: Just a lemon that popped into my head while I was trying to work on another fic. Sorry for any errors, this isn't beta'ed and was written around midnight.
Disclaimer: Characters/TMI all property of Cassandra Clare, I sadly own nothing.

Jace groaned as his back hit the stall as they stumbled into the restroom, hiking the petite redhead up so her center was aligned with him to create a delicious friction through their clothes. His shirt had been discarded long ago during the heat of the festival and her thin, yellow sundress was hiked up to her waist, leaving only the thin barrier of her panties pressing against his jean-clad erection.

He brought his mouth back down to hers, licking at her lower lip before pushing in. Her fingers tightened in his hair and she rolled her hips against him, causing Jace to gasp at the friction, breaking the connection of their mouths again as he panted into her neck. He lifted his head taking in her wild, red curls encased in a flower crown. Her pink lips were swollen and parted, her cheeks rosy as her deep, green eyes stared back at him glazed over with lust and damn if she wasn't the hottest sight he'd seen in a long time.

He took advantage of their brief pause to tuck a curl tenderly behind her ear. "At least tell me your name?" His voice came out huskier than he expected, but he wasn't complaining when her response was to bite her lip as her pupils dilated further. He couldn't help himself when he leaned forward and sucked her bottom lip out from between her teeth, lathing at the abused flesh with his tongue before leaning back to meet her eyes again.

She smiled mischievously then, shaking her head so her long, red curls fell around her shoulders wildly. She leaned forward to his ear and he thought that she was going to whisper it to him, but surprised him when she simply sucked the lobe into her mouth and then moved lower nibbling and sucking on the skin just below.

Unable to keep still any longer, Jace ran his left hand up her thigh, slipping between them to cup her through her underwear. "You're so wet," he moaned, and her response was a quiet whimper as she lightly pushed herself into his hand.

Her hands trailed down his chest, her thighs gripping his hips tightly to keep her in place as she deftly undid the button and zipper of his jeans. Jace lifted her off of him for the briefest of moments and she wasted no time, pushing his jeans and boxers down to his knees before he settled her back against him.

They both let out a moan at the feeling of his now bare erection pressed against her soaked panties. He didn't know who initiated it, but they were kissing again, frantically this time, as her hands clawed his back and they desperately try to push even closer together.

Just when Jace thought he was going to lose his mind, she broke the kiss and breathily asked, "Condom?" He felt himself somehow become even harder at that one word and gently set her down in front of him, creating just enough space so he could bend slightly to get the protection out of his pushed down jeans. He stood back up slowly, stopping to roughly palm her breast and suck at her nipple through her thin sundress.

She moaned, pushing away for a moment so that she could step out of her underwear before nimbly snatching the condom from his hands. She ripped open the foil packet and stared straight into his eyes as she rolled the condom over him. "What's your name?"

Jace smirked at her, his hands moving to her hips to squeeze possessively. "You didn't tell me your name, but you want to know mine?"

The redhead smirked back at him as she leaned toward him, hitching one leg up on his hip and positioning him at her entrance teasingly. "I'm going to need something to scream."

Jace swallowed thickly, wondering if he was going to cum on the spot like a goddamn teenager before letting out a shaky breath. She looked overly pleased by his response, so in an attempt to regain control of the situation, he lifted her up and spun them around so her back was against the stall as he slammed into her. She gasped and looked up at him through her lashes as he leaned toward her, stopping just an inch from her mouth, "Jace."

She smiled up at him and closed the gap to kiss him deeply as he set a brutal pace, the door to the bathroom stall rattling behind them. Jace ducked his head and roughly sucked at her jawline as her hands moved to brace herself on his shoulders. He tried to keep a steady pace even as he felt himself spiraling out of control while she bucked her hips up into him, keeping perfect rhythm with his thrusts.

He didn't know how long they went on like this, but it felt like no time at all before she was coming hard, shuddering against him, and it wasn't the tightness or the way her legs gripped his waist that did it for Jace. It was when, true to her word, she screamed out, "Jace," and he came hard and fast, thrusting deeply into her.

They both stayed there for a couple of minutes, catching their breath as they clung to each other, covered in a thin layer of sweat and shaking slightly from the intense orgasms. When Jace felt her pull back from him slightly, he reluctantly withdrew from her and set her down gently in front of him. He turned to discard the condom and bent down to pull up and refasten his jeans, but he turned back around swiftly when he heard the clang of the bathroom door swinging shut, finding that his dream girl was already gone.

Two weeks after that music festival, Jace was sitting on a couch in his childhood home, waiting to have family dinner. His sister, Isabelle, had moved back to New York a month ago and he hadn't seen her since Christmas of last year, having not been able to get the time off from work for her graduation last May. He took another swig of his beer, trying to focus on whatever baseball game Alec had put on, but his mind wasn't really on that as he pictured creamy, white legs gripping at his hips and silky red curls he wanted to bury his hands in.

He was snapped out of it when Alec elbowed him and made some comment about Izzy being late to her own dinner. Jace smirked and rolled his eyes, "When is Izzy on time to anything?"

Alec nodded agreeably, "Yeah, but from what I hear her roommate usually keeps her tardiness mostly under control."

"Roommate?" Jace got up to grab them both another beer, because if they weren't going to eat soon he needed to do something other than sit here thinking about some random hookup at a musical festival that happened weeks ago like some kind of lovestruck teenager.

Alec took the beer from him gratefully, "She's coming to dinner tonight, apparently she didn't want to stay in California without Izzy. I think her name is Carrie."

"Carrie? Like the horror movie?' Jace asked, not really caring one way or another.

"Or like Bradshaw," Alec responded mindlessly, pausing when he noticed his brother's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Oh come on, Carrie Bradshaw. Like Sex & The City."

Jace laughed and shook his head, "You're spending too much time with Magnus, man." Alec rolled his eyes and tossed a throw pillow at Jace's head, which he caught. He was about to retaliate when he heard Maryse opening the front door to greet Izzy and her friend, so he stood and followed Alec out into the foyer.

Isabelle barrelled into him and he laughed and returned her hug tightly, having missed her more than he cared to admit. When they separated, Izzy smiled up at him, "Good to see you big brother."

Jace smiled fondly back at her and she stepped aside gesturing to the other girl in the foyer. Jace looked over, taking in bright, red curls, deep green eyes, and a familiar mischievous smile. "And this is my college roommate, now New York roommate," Isabelle continued, "Clary."

A/N: That's all for this one, but if anyone has any requests, I have free time this week and plan to spend a good portion of it writing! :)