I was pretty cross when Cassandra Clare skipped over the Maia/Jordan shower scene in City of Lost Souls, so I did what any logically thinking fangirl would do: I wrote it myself. And here it is, pure Maia/Jordan smut. Enjoy!

A big thank you to Iresha, The Worm in the Apple and axes tridents and snares for their reviews and constructive criticism. I've taken your advice and fixed it up, and I hope this one is better. Also thank you to MaltaraForever11 for her (I think she's a girl!?) encouragement.

The Shower Scene

"Maia?" he asked unsteadily. "Are you..?"

"Shh." She put her finger against his lips, drawing the shower door closed with her other hand. Then she stepped closer, wrapping both arms around him, letting the water wash both of them clean of the darkness. "Don't talk. Just kiss me."

So he did.

His lips were warm on hers, hesitant at first. It was strange being allowed to kiss her after so many years of being kept apart, knowing she hated him. Slowly, warily, he slid his arms around her, and she responded by raising herself up onto her tiptoes. God, he'd missed this. Missed her. Missed everything they'd had. But she was here now, melting into his touch, her skin as smooth as silk beneath his hands, and he wasn't going to let her go.

He was being gentle with her, afraid to rush her, afraid do anything that would make her recoil away from him. He didn't know how far she was willing to go, and didn't want to push her for fear of ruining the moment. But oh, she was making it hard- in both senses of the word. He could hear her uneven breathing and feel the pounding of her heart as it beat against his chest, sending his own heart racing to catch up. Lightly, he ran his finger along her cheek and down her neck, tracing patterns on her collarbone and feeling her shiver in response. Her scent was intoxicating, sweat mixed with perfume that smelled vaguely of vanilla and roses. Closing his eyes, he allowed himself to get lost in the feel of her mouth on his.

Maia could sense his wariness, his want for her to take the lead, to signal what was okay. She knew he wouldn't pressure her, and she loved him for it. She knew that she shouldn't be doing this. She should turn and walk away now. But who was she kidding. She wanted this. Life is too short. She let one hand trail down towards to his waist, skimming over his hips, and heard his sharp intake of breath when she found her target. Her hand stroked along its length once, twice, a third time, and then it was rock hard and she heard his heavy breathing with a certain satisfaction. Her hand tightened around him in the way she knew he liked, and she began moving in a rhythm that was almost in time with their hearts.

His kissing became more urgent, more forceful, and she responded with all the strength she had. He moaned against her mouth, one hand around her back and the other braced against the shower wall behind her. He was almost panting now, but he was determined he wouldn't finish here. It took all of his willpower to stop kissing her and push her hand away, and when he did she looked up at him in confusion. "Your turn" he said in a whisper that was more of a gasp. And breathlessly she nodded her consent.

Jordan's hand slid down her smooth, flat stomach, and he stared steadily into her eyes as his hand reached her thighs. Her breath caught as he gently nudged them apart. She stood very still, eyes locked with his, breathing hard, and time seemed to freeze. Then he slid a finger inside, just one, but it was enough. Her eyes widened and her chest rose and fell faster. He rubbed his finger back and forth and her already unsteady breathing became positively ragged. He was slightly nervous as he explored, but her expression reassured him and a second finger joined the first. He was gentle but no longer hesitant, and low moan escaped her throat, almost lost in the hum of running water behind them. Every nerve ending in her body tingled and a shiver ran through her in response to his touch.

Her eyes were half-lidded and she moaned again. Her arms were by her sides, hands pressed flat against the wall behind her. Jordan knew this might be his one chance to show her everything he was feeling for her with no need for words, and he abandoned gentleness, moving his fingers in and out harder and faster until a scream escaped her throat and her hands spasmed so she was almost clawing the wall. Then he stopped, slowly withdrawing his fingers, breathing almost as hard as she was.

"I'd forgotten how good you were at that" she breathed shakily. He grinned.

"You're not so bad yourself"

"Oh yeah?" she smiled coyly as her heart struggled to return to its normal rate "Wanna see what else I can do?"

"I wouldn't entirely be against it, if you'd be willing to show me" Jordan had always loved the ease with which they flirted.

"Oh, I'll do more than show you."

And she reached up to lock her hands around the back of his head, bringing his mouth back down to hers. This kiss was flirty and playful. Jordan was no longer afraid she would leave, and he had let himself relax. His hands slid down her back and she inhaled sharply as he dug his fingers into her hips, pulling her closer. She had one hand tangled firmly in his hair, clamping his face to hers as their lips parted and the kiss deepened and their tongues wrestled for dominance. That was the way it always was with wolves, and kissing was no different. Her other hand traced lightly down his spine, sending shivers through him. She remembered their first kiss and every other kiss after that. She remembered when he'd changed and how he'd hurt her and all the years she'd hated him for it. She remembered a few minutes ago, when he'd kissed her as though his life depended on it. But most of all she remembered how short life was and how much she loved him. That was all she needed.

Their bodies pressed closer and closer under the stream of hot water until he wasn't sure where he ended and she began. He wanted this, wanted her. And he could feel from the way she was kissing him that she wanted him too, and this time not just his hands. They were drawing closer, closer, and then,

"Oh, shit." he pulled away, and Maia stumbled on the slippery shower floor. He grasped her arm to keep her upright, and she drew him close again, twining her leg around his and stretching up to resume their kissing. One again going against the will and instinct of every nerve in his body, he pushed her away. Her eyes widened.

"What's the matter this time? Don't you want me?"

"Of course I want you!" he traced a finger along her cheek, down the side of her face, lifting her chin to kiss her lightly. When he spoke again she could feel his lips moving against hers. His words were light, but his tone betrayed his desire. "Why wouldn't I want you? You're beautiful"

"I know I am!" She smiled cheekily, biting his lip playfully before pulling away. "If you want me so badly, then why did you stop? Were you afraid I didn't want to? Because I assure you I do." Her voice caught with her last few words as she realised how true they were.

"It's not that. It's just… we don't have any protection."

"Oh, that won't be a problem." Maia said slyly, tracing a finger along his jaw line. "You see, I'm on the pill."

Jordan's heart thumped faster, and he lifted the corners of his mouth in a sly grin. "Well in that case…"

And suddenly his arms were around her, lifting her slightly and pulling her against him. Their lips met, and the playfulness from earlier was gone. This kiss was fire and ice, passion and force edged with a kind of hungry desperation. She moaned as he kissed her collarbone, neck, jawline before returning to her mouth. Her fingernails dug into his shoulder blades, scraping lines down his back as he pushed himself inside her, thrusting her up against the porcelain wall of the shower. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she gasped, grabbing a fistful of his hair and throwing her head back. He buried his face in her neck, kissing and nibbling at the skin of her collarbone. He had thought that there was no physical way for them to possibly get any closer, but he had been wrong. Their bodies twined together, limbs tangling and skin burning with passion, surrounded like smoke by the thick fog from the shower.

He was a part of her now and she pressed him closer, sure that if they broke away even for a second, the world would surely tear itself apart. Her breath was coming in gasps now and his fingers were digging into her hips. His nails hurt but she didn't care. He pushed against her again and again, a rhythm that built and built and gathered in speed and force until at last it stopped, accompanied by gasps and moans and a rush of desire and release. Maia opened her eyes, slowly untangling her hand from Jordan's hair, unwrapping her legs from his waist until she stood shakily on her feet. Jordan's hair was plastered to his head, dripping with a mixture of sweat and hot water, and he ran an unsteady hand through it as he stared at Maia with wide eyes.

"Wow" he breathed.

"I could say the same." Her voice was husky, her face shining red from the heat of both the water and what they had just done.

Jordan gave an awkward laugh that he didn't seem to have enough breath for, and tilted his head back to let the water run over his face, running both hands through his hair. Maia reached for the shelf behind his head and handed him a bar of soap. He gave her a shaky smile and began to wash his arms and shoulders. She smiled back and leaned against the shower wall, closing her eyes and breathing deeply. The steam in the shower was making the air too thick and causing her to feel slightly suffocated. It was a relief when Jordan swore and stepped out of the stream, turning off the tap and announcing with disgust that the water had gone cold. Maia grinned and slid the glass door open, stepping out onto the towel on the floor. As they gathered up their clothes she couldn't help but check out her reflection in the mirror. She sighed resignedly when she noticed the round purple bruise just above her collar bone.

Jordan saw what she was looking at and grinned, kissing the top of her head. "Just be thankful werewolves heal fast" he told her, opening the bathroom door and slipping back out into the bedroom. Maia rolled her eyes and followed him.

*Hides face*

I know! I'm terrible at writing smut. But hopefully this version is a little better.

Feed back would be good, pretty please? Anything I could have done to make that better?

-Badger Xx