{This will not contain lemons, however there are some suggestions}
He trailed kisses up the girl's neck, nuzzling her jaw with his nose. Her fingers tightened around his shirt as she slipped out of her heels.
"My place." His voice was husky when he spoke.
They made their way outside of the club and entered a taxi, the man barely getting his address out before they engaged in another heated kiss that lasted through the remainder of the drive.
The taxi driver left them on the sidewalk in front of the previously mentioned address with an eye roll and an extra five dollars. The woman's dress was hiked up as the man lifted her by her butt to carry her inside.
After much fumbling with his apartment key, the pair made it inside and ventured towards the bedroom, fumbling with drunk hands at each other's clothes in a race to undress the fastest.
Sunlight streamed through the curtains and lighted the woman's eyelids, washing her vision in orange light. The first thing she noticed was how warm she was, and the second was that she was half naked, with a bare arm draped across her waist.
She laid there as the night's events came to her. She had gone to a club to get over her ex, Merliorn, and gotten drunk off shots and whatever was in that drink that the mysterious man had bought her.
The man. She cautiously peaked open an eye and was met with a perfectly tanned and toned chest. She remembered little after he had brought her the drink, it must've been strong.
What she did remember however, was in vivid detail. Strong calluses hands sliding up her sides, being pressed against a broad chest, and lips. Warm, luscious lips everywhere. On her neck, her chest, her stomach, her face, her arms, her lips. She also remembered a fiery sensation coursing through her, igniting her body, licking her skin with it's flames.
The chest groaned and moved in direction she guessed was up.
"Hey sweet cheeks" It talked too. The woman finally opened both her eyes, fully, and found herself staring into the amber eyes that belonged to the owner of the chest.
She let our a quiet gasp of surprise.
The still nameless man chuckled, surprising her, and let her taste more of his carmel-smooth voice that she was quickly becoming addicted to.
"I know, my stunning good looks are a little much to handle, but could you grace me with your name?"
"C-Clary." Her voice was rough from last night, and she had to cough before it sounded remotely normal again.
"Well Clary, last night was amazing-" He have her a hard kiss on the lips.
"But I have things to do today, unfortunately, so I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
Fifteen minutes later, Clary was on the sidewalk, fully dressed. She had a job interview at one, however it was only eight. Plenty of time for her to take a shower and enjoy a hot coffee and muffin nestled in the corner of her favorite booth at Starbucks.
She quickly walked away from the still nameless man's house.
So... Should I continue? I got inspiration for this while reading another fanfic, and I have a loose plot line, but it's more than I have for my other stories. This is my first Clace fanfic though, so I would appreciate some feedback [no flames please]. Review.