I started writing and this happened. It was more or less an accident but I'm gonna run with it and see what happens. *shrug*
Clary was acutely aware of a bead of sweat that ran down the hollow of her back as she ducked a punch, sliding her leg out from under her to knock the man she fought off his feet. To any normal human, this fight would be unfairly balanced: one tiny redhead against a tall, golden man. But Clary wasn't a normal human, she was a shadowhunter.
Jace lost his footing, tumbling into a roll as he fell towards the floor. Just as suddenly, he was on his feet again, retreating a step to brace himself. He held back slightly and it only seemed to piss Clary off more. Not that she was really mad, but any good fight requires a certain amount of fury.
"Don't treat me like a child," Clary spat, grabbing her training sword off the ground where it was knocked out of her hands a moment earlier. Her long curls fell into her face as she chided Jace who took the momentary visibility issue as an invitation: he rounded on Clary, his sword raised high.
Their swords hit with a clang and Clary felt the blow radiate through her arms, the energy rippling through her, only inspiring more determination. She gritted her teeth and pressed her efforts forward, bowing beneath Jace's arm as he swerved his blade away from her own. Clary pressed her back against the wall, using the solid plane for support as she jumped up, kicking her partner square in the chest with both feet. Jace stumbled, sucking in a breath as he steadied himself. For the millionth time, he marveled at the power Clary held in such a small body. She was not only short but also petite, and anybody crossing her on the street would never guess she could hold her own against a man with the muscles and height on her that Jace had. But they didn't know Clary. What she lacked in strength, she made up in her swift agility and clever tactics.
Jace and Clary circled each other, weapons drawn and faces determined. It was only when Clary reached for her stele that Jace pounced, knocking the sword from her hands once again, pinning her against the floor. "Yield," he said, his breathing hardly affected by their fight.
"No," Clary hissed as she brought the stele to Jace's tanned skin. She always wondered how he stayed so tan, as he certainly wasn't the sunbathing type, nor did any of them spend much time lounging outside. Much to Clary's relief, Jace was so caught up in his perceived victory that he didn't feel the small sting of the stele before a sense of peace passed over him. Calm anger.
"Clary," Jace breathed, suddenly assessing their position with less aggressive eyes. The redhead grinned as her green eyes found his, and when Jace brought his lips hungrily to hers, Clary used all her strength to push him off of her. Reaching into her boot, she expertly procured a short blade and was on top of Jace, the knife at his throat. "You yield," Clary hissed, her face intoxicatingly close to her boyfriend's.
"How did you…?" Jace questioned, lust battling with curiosity. As a response, Clary sat up, grabbing Jace's arm and holding it up for him to see.
"You're too easy to distract, Jace," Clary purred, the knife still held at his throat. She sat flush against his body and felt the hard length of him under her ass; it was all she could do to suppress a groan. "I hope you're not always so easy to manipulate when you've got a girl under you."
Jace grabbed onto Clary's hips, grinding them down against him. Clary did groan then, and, as if catching herself, she pressed the knife harder against the bronzed shadowhunter's threat. The skin beneath the knife turned white and Clary sucked in a breath at the sight. Before she could think, her lips were beside the blade, tasting the salt on his skin. He smelled as he always did, of pepper and leather and the intoxicating hint of sweat which made Clary moan against his throat.
"You're so fucking hot," Jace groaned, his hands slipping under the waist of the redhead's pants to grab her ass, his nails digging into her flesh. Clary whimpered, letting the knife fall onto the training mat next to them as she sat up, gasping. A single bead of blood pearled to the surface on Jace's neck and, before she could think, Clary's tongue was on it, tasting the sweet iron tang of her boyfriend's blood. When she pulled back to look at Jace, her eyes were dark and ravenous. Jace saw a smudge of his blood against Clary's open bottom lip and groaned, bending up to lick it off of her. Their lips came together desperately, tasting of blood and sweat and unadulterated need that left them gasping.
"And yet, it always ends like this," came a smooth voice from the training room's east entrance. Jace's head snapped towards the voice while Clary crumpled against him, giggling into his neck.
"Hello, Isabelle," Jace called, slipping his hands from Clary's pants to wave his middle finger towards the moody brunette.
"Some people come here to train," she accused, an all too familiar edge to her voice. Ever since Simon went off to the Academy and told Isabelle, after an embarrassing public display, that he didn't know how to be her Simon, Izzy was constantly on edge, eager to pick a fight. Clary understood better than anyone how badly it hurt to have Simon's memories repressed, yet Isabelle rarely confided in her.
Clary regretfully removed herself from Jace and hopped down from the platform they fought on to walk towards Izzy. "Wanna talk?" Clary asked and Isabelle scoffed, rolling her eyes.
"No. I want to fuck someone up."
"Maybe you should just fuck someone, Iz," Clary said, shrugging. "Blow off some steam or something."
"Right, and who do you suppose I fuck? You and loverboy?"
Clary looked surprised, like she had never stopped to consider this possibility. Obviously Isabelle was… perfect… but Clary had never thought about sleeping with her. She hadn't really thought about sleeping with any girls, though the thought didn't gross her out. If she wasn't already so turned on maybe it would have, but she was and so it didn't. Clary realized she was staring. She closed her jaw with a snap and cleared her throat.
"Maybe?" Clary answered finally, looking astonished. "But you've always had so many guys falling over you, it's not like it's hard for you to find someone. We could go to Pandemonium?"
Isabelle's eyes hardened. "No," she said and turned towards the corner of the room where throwing knives sat on a table.
"Wait, Isabelle!" Clary said, following after her. It was a big room and Clary wondered whether Jace had heard their conversation; when she turned around, he was no longer there and Clary sighed, jogging over to her friend. "Do you actually want to? I mean, to have sex with us?"
"Clary," Isabelle said, her voice irritated and condescending, "I don't know what the fuck I want, okay? I want Simon back, my Simon. But that's not happening and I'm just…" She huffed out a breath and grabbed a knife, throwing it perfectly at the bullseye.
"I wouldn't be totally opposed, you know," Clary said, picking up a knife from the table. She wasn't as good of a throw as Isabelle, though Clary assumed this would probably give Izzy a smug sense of satisfaction. She threw the knife, which hit the outside edge of the circle. Clary sighed.
"I'm sure Jace would. He thinks of me like a sister."
Clary eyed Isabelle, grinning. "He thought I was his sister, Iz. I'm sure he can compartmentalize. I can talk to him, if you want. We are pretty good at blowing off steam, it might help."
"Do whatever you want to do, Clary," Isabelle said in a tone that told Clary their conversation was over. She nodded at Isabelle and turned to leave, heading back towards Jace's room.
Clary's head was spinning. Did she really just offer her friend what she thought she had? Had Isabelle really seemed to want it? Was Jace going to kill her, or worse, feel betrayed? Clary had just invited someone into bed with them. Clary felt pretty confident that she could handle watching someone play with Jace, but how would Jace feel?
She opened Jace's bedroom door and felt the familiar humidity of shower steam filling the room. The air smelled of Jace's spicy body wash that made Clary's heart rate increase. She crossed the room to the bathroom and started stripping off her training gear, losing her balance as she pulled off her boot, banging into the wall slightly.
Jace slid the shower curtain aside and grinned at Clary, arching a brow. She was only in a lacy black bra and boyshorts, her pants stuck halfway down her legs as she leaned against the wall, unlacing her boot. "So clumsy," Jace chided with a shake of his head before closing the curtain again.
Clary rolled her eyes and continued stripping out of her gear, joining Jace in the shower when she was unclothed. He wasted no time before cupping Clary's face, bringing his head down to kiss her. Clary relaxed against his kiss, pulling her body flush against his. He was already hard and Clary assumed he enjoyed her half-dressed clumsiness more than he let on.
"Jace," Clary said, putting her hand against his chest to push him back. "Did you hear what Isabelle was saying?"
"Nah, I figured she needed some privacy-slash-girl talk so I left pretty quickly. Plus I had a small situation I had to hide," Jace said, smiling wickedly.
"It's hardly small," Clary said quickly, then blushed. "Actually, it's kind of about that." Jace eyed Clary curiously.
Clary grabbed for a washcloth so she didn't have to stand still in front of him while confessing. "It's just… I think Isabelle wants to sleep with us. Actually, I kind of said yes, I think?" It was all out in a single breath and Clary felt her face burning as she averted her eyes.
Jace bent down to catch Clary's averted eyes, and as he stood up straight again, her eyes followed his. He looked… amused. That was a good sign, right?
"What?" Jace asked, shaking his head. He was laughing and Clary was mostly sure he was laughing at her bashfulness. "Okay, wait, I need more details here."
Clary sighed, thankful he didn't seem angry. "Well," Clary started, her eyes wide. "She said she wanted to fuck somebody up so I was like well, why don't you just fuck somebody instead? and then she was like who am I gonna fuck, you guys? and I was like… maybe? I think she needs to just be distracted or something, so I was like well, we are pretty good at blowing off steam and she's like you should probably talk to Jace so... here I am."
Jace brushed his wet hair off his face, looking at Clary like she was insane. "Have you thought about this before?" He looked deeply amused.
"No," Clary snapped, crossing her arms over her chest. "I mean, not Isabelle exactly but I've sort of wondered what it would be like. Have you?"
"She's like my sister," Jace said defensively.
"Jace," Clary said, running a finger down his chest. "You thought I actually was your full blooded sister and that didn't stop you from wanting me."
Her finger drew lower until it traced the length of Jace's hard cock. He groaned and leaned into her. "You make a valid point," Jace said. "But I love you. I haven't even thought of anyone else."
"Okay," Clary said, smiling up at him. "I just had to tell you, of course. Full disclosure and all."
Jace nodded, pulling Clary against his body. "So, you've been curious about girls?"
