This story is rated M for a big reason. There will be serious and detailed smut later so I highly suggest discretion before you read this. It really kicks in around chapter 4.

I also want to tell you that I update every day or every other day with LONG chapters, so if you miss a few days, look back to where you left off. Other than that, I hope you enjoy the story.

I do not own TMI or it's characters. Only the plot.

-Jonathan

"Are you sure, father?" I ask him in my most aggravated voice. "Pangborn isn't exactly the brightest crayon in the box."

"Yes. Pangborn says that there was no mistaking Lucian and that he had a young girl that looked remarkably like Jocelyn." Father says sternly. "That means that she had a kid with that downwordler scum. I always knew he was a back stabbing beast. I should have never let him live after that wolf bit him."

"So, I may have a sister who is half wolf and half shadowhunter?" I ask to make sure that is what he is trying to say. I like the idea of having a sister. Something to call my own even if she is part werewolf. I don't exactly share the same views as father on downworlders.

"Yes, Jonathan. As revolting as the idea is, you may have a half-ling sister." Father says glumly.

"And you are telling me this because...?"

Father looks at me clearly annoyed. "Pangborn followed them back to their home and I want you to go watch it for me. Gather information on her and Lucian. I know that Jocelyn died eight years ago so I know the girl that he saw wasn't her. I want you to gather as much information as you can." Father walks from the living room and into the kitchen and pours himself a stiff drink. "I want to know how to crush Lucian before I kill him. I will take everything he loves and destroy it while he watches to make him pay for his betrayal."

"But what if she is my sister?" I ask him pointedly. "I may want to keep her. You are the only blood relation I have; or at least you were."

He looks up at me and sets his glass down on the counter. I can see he is thinking about what I have said and whether or not he will listen to what I want. I don't know why he pretends to think anymore about these sorts of things. He will just do what he wants anyway.

"I will not be associated with any half breeds." he says sternly. "That is out of the question. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Father. I understand." I tell him. I am growing tired of him and his stupid rules and ultimatums. I watch as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piece of paper and sets it down on the counter. He motions with a nod of his head for me to come and take it so I cross the room and pick it up. It is an address.

"This is where Lucian and the girl are staying." Father says as he takes another swig of his drink. "Go there and wait for any sign of either one of them, preferably the girl, and follow them. Learn their routines and habits. Do not engage with them or make contact with them; especially Lucian. He would certainly see the resemblance between us and know who you were. Is that clear?"

I shove the piece of paper in my pocket as I slide some weapons into my jacket and pants from my weapons belt. Maybe I will kill a few things while I am waiting. Just to pass the time. "Crystal clear, Father."

He nods his head and I can see his shoulders relax a little. "Good. Now get going." he says as he steps out of the way for me to pass. I leave the apartment and begin the walk to the address. I think it will take about ten to fifteen minutes to walk there. It's getting dark and I prepare myself for a long and boring night of absolutely nothing.

I finally reach the apartment and look up to see that it is a fairly old building. You can tell it used to be one of those fancy brick row homes back in the early nineteen hundreds that rich mundanes lived in. You can see how grand it used to be. Now the brick is weathered and faded and you can start to see cracks where the foundation is starting to settle into the earth. Sometime in the past fifty years, it was converted into two apartments. The bottom one is just one level while Lucian's is two stories.

I tuck myself into a dark corner across the street and lean against the brick building and make myself comfortable. I pull out a throwing knife and toss it up into the air to entertain myself while passing time. Nothing happens for the first few hours. No one comes or goes and nothing at all fucking happens. Why couldn't he send Pangborn or Blackwell to do this?

I look up to the top floor door as I see some movement and I stand up straight. I see a girl with fiery red hair step out onto the landing and yell something back into the apartment and holy shit, what is she wearing? She has on a really short black lace dress that clings to her body and ends just below her amazing ass. She is also wearing these black high heeled boots that come up to above her knee and a cropped leather jacket. I watch as she turns in my direction for a second and I see how low cut the dress is and I see that her breasts aren't too big or too little. Her cleavage is perfect and she turns and begins to walk in the opposite direction.

I push off of the wall and begin to follow her. She is clearly going out for the night. As I watch her from behind, I can't believe how beautiful she is and how much it turns me on to watch her walk and know that she is probably my sister. Something to call my own. I stick to the shadows as I follow her knowing that despite what father said, I will be talking to her tonight. The more I watch her, the more I want her. Her legs are beautiful and her hair is like a banner calling me to her. Oh yes, I will talk to her at the very least. Maybe father's idea to send me wasn't such a horrible idea. This way, I can have her all to myself.

-Clary

"I'm going out Luke!" I shout back into the apartment as I run down the stairs. I want to get out of here before he sees what I am wearing. He would have a heart attack if he saw how short my dress was and how much cleavage it showed. Even though I am eighteen and am legally an adult in the world of shadowhunters and mundanes, he still treats me like that ten year old girl he took custody of after my mother died.

"Who is going with you?" He shouts back loudly from the back room. I can hear that his voice is getting closer so I pick up my pace and reach the door just in time to yell "Anya Featherston! See ya' later!" and I shut the door behind me as I clamber down the steps to the apartment. There is a slight chill in the air but this outfit is worth the cold that I will feel on the way. Anya convinced me to buy the three inch heeled thigh high black boots that I am wearing with the revealing black lace dress. It comes to about two inches below my butt and is a low cut v-neck that stops right in between my breasts. I have a short black leather jacket covering my shoulders (for now) that covers a lot of my marks.

I look around the old streets of the Czech Republic as I make the short ten minute walk to Anya's house. We live on an old cobblestone road and the apartment and buildings around me are beautifully weathered to perfection. I love the fact that I have spent my life traveling the world with Luke since I was ten. When my mother was hit by a car and killed in New York, Luke took over raising me. A few weeks after my mother's death, he told me about what and who I was. I was so mad at my mother for not telling me that I was a shadowhunter, but thanks to Luke, he has taken me from Institute to Institute around the world to train and we are constantly on the move. He says it is safer that way so that my father can't find me. Even though I can't claim to have roots anywhere, except maybe New York, I wouldn't trade it for the world. I have been practically everywhere in Europe and painted every inch of it. Even though I can't use my real last name of Fairchild or Morgenstern for fear of bringing attention to myself, I can't find anything else to complain about.

I turn the last corner to Anya's apartment and run right into a group of three twenty-something guys. One lets out a low whistle as his eyes rake up and down my body while one of the other's licks his lips and says something in very vulgar in Czech about me and him and his swing back home. I reach out with my foot and stick out my heel and stomp it into his foot and he howls in pain.

The one that whistled at me shouts angrily at me and I punch him in the face. They always underestimate me because of my size and that is the way I like it. I am one of the best shadowhunters of my generation and I love to surprise people with my abilities. "Fuck off." I mutter in Czech and then turn to continue my journey to Anya's house smirking like a madman. I love to put handsy men back into their place almost as much as I love kicking demon ass.

I reach her door and only get through two knocks before she is falling out of her door and yelling goodbye to her mother. She looks really hot tonight. Her long chocolate brown hair hangs down in waves to the middle of her back and she is wearing a tight maroon dress that comes to her mid thigh and squeezes her breasts together out of the deep scoop neck. She is wearing similar black heeled boots the stop just under her knee and she is wearing a myriad of long thin necklaces that hang down to her navel. "You ready?" I ask her.

"I sure am. Let's go have some fun!" she says in her thick accent and she takes my hand and twines her fingers with mine. And no, it's not because we are a couple. We are just best friends. When we moved here a year ago, she was the first one I trained with at the Prague Institute and we hit if off from there. We flag down a cab and climb into the back seat and Anya tells him to take us to a non-touristy part of town to The Bone Chandelier. A girl in Luke's pack told us about it a few months back and we now we have practically become regulars. It is a downworlder bar where werewolves and vampires go to have a good time. The music is loud and upbeat yet sinister and dark and sexy. They don't mess with me or Anya because they know that Luke is second in command of the Prague pack but that doesn't stop the occasional downworlder from getting a little handsy. We quickly remedy the problem by opening a can of kick-ass on them. We are the only shadowhunters that go there and we like it that way.

After a fifteen minute drive in late night traffic, we finally arrive and walk in right past the bouncers guarding the door. We push our way through the top floor of the mundane club and make our way to the back staircase and climb down the steep steps and start to hear a new beat to new music. I can hear the familiar beat of Bassnectar, Calling from Above pounding into my feet as I get closer to the bottom of the staircase. I look over my shoulder at Anya and smile as I raise my arms and begin to sway my hips to the music as the werewolf bouncer opens the door and lets us in.

The dark colors on the walls and ceiling close us in as the lights pulsating from the roof make for a very dark and sexy vibe to fill the club. There is a thick smell of the muskiness of wolves and the slight iron smell of blood from the vampires. It is really crowded tonight meaning it is really hot and there will probably be a few people who don't know us and try to take advantage of us. The thought makes a sinister smile cross my face because I haven't had a good fight in a long time. I see the very familiar bone chandelier made out of human bones and painted black hanging in the middle of the dance floor as we walk to the coat check. I slide my jacket off of my shoulders and reveal the deep v in the front and back of my dress and feel my long red hair tickle the space between my shoulder blades. I can feel a few pairs of eyes boring into my back and one corner of my mouth turns up in a smirk.

"Hey, Clary." Anya shouts over the music. "There is a very large werewolf undressing you with his eyes."

"Why don't you point him out and I can go get our first round of drinks." I say as I turn and look to where she is pointing. I see the tall brown haired guy who looks about twenty and he smiles seductively and winks at me. He really isn't that cute but he will do to get us some drinks. "Tag team him." I say to her. She walks off and I smile at the werewolf knowing that I won't have to spend more than five minutes talking to him with our well versed routine. I smile sexily at him and he pushes past another group of werewolves to get to me sooner.

"Hey there." He says in a thick Russian accent.

I smile up at him and say, "My friend says you were admiring the view that I was providing." I reach my hand up and place it lightly on his chest and trail my finger down to his navel.

"I still am." He says with a sort of feral growl of appreciation low in his throat.

"I was heading to get my friend and I a drink if you will excuse me for a minute, I will be right back." I turn to leave and I feel him grab my wrist gently and I turn back around and look at him expectantly yet innocently.

"Let me go with you and I will take care of it." he says with a smirk. I know he doesn't want me to leave so someone else can take my attention away from him. Anya and I definitely know what we are doing and we do it well. Most men are fairly predictable.

He motions to me to go before him and I walk to the bar with him in tow. I sway my hips a little to give him a show and I reach the bar and smile at the vampire bartender named James. We have come here enough that he knows my routine and I think he gets a kick out of it. "Can I get two hefeweizen and.." I look back to the werewolf expectantly and he adds on, "Make that three hefeweizen."

I stand up straight from leaning over the bar and smile up at him. "What's your name?" I ask him.

"It's Daniel. What's yours?"

"It's Aubrey." I reply. Never give a guy your real name if you have no intention of seeing anything through with him...and it is just fun. Usually by the end of the night I forget what name I gave the guy in the first place.

"Nice to meet you, Aubrey. You don't see very many of your kind in places like these." Daniel nods to one of my runes on my upper arm.

"Yeah, well, I am not like most my kind." I reply. "I like to live a little dangerously every now and then...and my daddy is second in command in the Prague pack. I know most of the wolves in here."

He raises his brows in surprise and appreciation and I nod knowingly. If he thought he was going to take advantage of me, he is surely thinking twice about it now. "Your dad was the shadowhunter turned werewolf?"

"Yep." I say nonchalantly as James sets our beers down in front of us and Daniel slaps down a large bill. I reach over and pick one up and take a long swig. I pick up Anya's and know that she is already making her way over here.

He leans in close to me and I smell his awful cologne that he apparently decided to bathe in that night. "Well, what other dangerous things do you like to do for fun, Aubrey?" I smile up at him through hooded lashes as I see Anya come up behind him. She gives me a wink and then puts on her 'devastated' face and walks up and sucks in a few ragged breaths.

"John is here with that girl!" she says in a distraught voice. I school my features into a horrified concerned look and pull her into a hug and mutter loudly, "That bastard!"

"Can you excuse us for just a second, Daniel." I say to him hugging Anya to me. "I need to take care of her for a minute. Stay right here and I will be right back." I turn away with both of our drinks in my hand and make like we are going to the bathroom. We get far enough away in the dark nightclub that I know he can't see us and we break apart with a high five and a hip bump against each other. "Next round is on you, Anya." I tell her and she nods.

We move to the dance floor with our drinks and begin to dance with each other as another Bassnectar song fills the room. Christoph must be spinning tonight. That man has an obsession with them. I scoot close up to Anya and we grind against each other earning appreciative looks from the men and some of the women around us. We dance together like that for a while just enjoying ourselves and the looks we get. A brave werewolf decides to step behind me and he puts his hands on my hips as his friend comes to behind Anya and takes her in his hands. I look back and see that the wolf that is behind me has dirty blond hair and is okay looking. He is moving his hips pretty well and I decide that one dance with him can't possibly hurt.

I press my backside into him and roll my hips and he lets out a very wolfy growl. I stand back up and lean my back into him and look up. That is when I see a tall fair headed man watching me hungrily. I instantly feel a recognition towards him as our eyes lock while my dancing slows a little. I feel his intense stare and this unfamiliar pull towards him as I think he feels it too. Neither one of us looks away as he slowly walks around the edge of the dance floor. That is when I realize that he is sexy as fuck. His hair is this really light blond color that is just long enough to hang in his eyes which are such a dark brown they are practically black. He is wearing a tight black v-neck t-shirt that shows off the top indention in between his pecks. I notice all of this while our eyes are still locked together and I can't help but bite my bottom lip in appreciation of his looks.

I am forced to break our eye contact as the werewolf I am dancing with scoots around to in front of me and I lean around him to look at the mysterious strager, but he isn't there anymore. I try to see over the crowd with no suck luck being only five foot three. The werewolf purposefully moves into my line of sight again trying to gain my attention, but I don't care. I lean around him again determined to find him and see that Anya has had better luck with her werewolf. He is actually pretty hot and she winks at me letting me know that she doesn't want to be 'saved' right now and so I decide to finish this dance with the werewolf, but my heart isn't in it anymore. I just really want to go find that guy and find out what it is about him that seems so...familiar to me.

The werewolf tries to slide his hands up my waist but I shimmy away just a little and he looks a little dejected. I dance just out of his reach the rest of the song and then a slightly slower and sexier song comes on (Pretty Lights- One Day They'll Know/ Odesza remix) and I start to back away from him. He starts to walk forward to me and then I feel myself back into a hard chest. I look up to see that it is the mystery man that I was looking for. I smile sexily at him and he smirks down at me and that is when I notice from the corner of my eye the runes twining down his arms. He is a shadowhunter.

He doesn't say a word as he pulls me back into his chest some more and then he trails his fingers down my arms lightly and then grabs my wrists lightly and he brings them up in the air and drapes them around his neck as he trails his fingers back down my arms. I close my eyes enjoying the sensation of it as his fingers then continue down my sides and then they come to rest over my hips. My eyes fly open when he pulls my backside into him as he starts to move his hips from side to side with surprising expertise. My adrenaline spikes at his touch and I lean my head back onto his chest. I can see the werewolf that I was just dancing with look up to the mysterious man in annoyance and then something like fear crosses his face and he turns and leaves the dance floor.

The mysterious man's left hand, where his voyance rune is, slides up and he splays it over my flat stomach as his other hand moves a little forward on my hip scooting dangerously close to the apex of my legs as our bodies move in perfect unison together. Usually, I would push whoever's hand that got that intimate with me away, but not this time. His touch leaves a trail of heat when he drags his skin on mine. I can feel him turn his head into my one arm that is still draped around his neck and I feel his hot breath on my skin and I get a shiver down to my core. This man is turning me on so fucking badly.

I twist around in his grasp and look up to his very tall frame and he is even hotter that I originally thought. His jaw line is perfectly chiseled and his lips are full, but not too full. We make eye contact again and I am trapped in his gaze. I slide my hands harshly up his muscular arms as his wrap around my body and he slides one hand down to the top of my butt, but doesn't grip it, just rests it there. I grind my hips against his as he brings his other hand to the front of me and lays it flat in between my collar bone and my breasts and he presses backwards as his hand on the top of my butt pulls me closer and I dip backwards in a deep back bend slowly and sexily. As I stand back up slowly, my long hair falls into my face covering just one of my eyes. I can feel our attraction for each other rolling off of us in waves as he brings his hand that was on my chest up and slowly pushes my hair out of my face.

The song ends, but he doesn't let go of me. He still hasn't said a word to me which is only adding to the attraction as his eyes rake slowly up and down my body. Another song starts and I slide on of my legs in between his and begin to roll my hips into him and he starts to move with me, never breaking eye contact with me. He drags one hand onto my face and I part my lips, breathing shallowly as his thumb drags across my bottom lip. I close my eyes and lean into his hand as I dip low, sliding my hands down his sides and then I turn around and dance the rest of the song with my butt pressed into him dragging my hips in lazy circles.

When the song ends, he grabs my wrist and then he is pulling me to the side of the room. I have seen many people go exactly where he is leading me and my heart picks up it's pace as the thought of being alone with him sets me on fire. He walks up to one of the curtained off alcoves and shoves the curtain back and pulls me into it. He turns around and shuts the curtains forcefully and then turns back to me. I am pressed up against the wall, breathing heavily in anticipation of having his lips and hands on me. I still don't even know his name and frankly, I could care less what it is at this point. I just want him to be touching me right now.

I raise my hand up and extend my index finger and curl it in slowly telling him to 'come here'. He takes two large steps over to me and then bends down and grips the backs of the tops of my thighs and he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist and put my hands on his shoulders. I can see that he is breathing heavily also and then his eyes dart down to my lips and I can't take it anymore. I slam my mouth against his and he lets out a little moan. I bring my hands to fist into his hair and I part my lips for him and his tongue darts into my mouth. His tongue moves wonderfully against mine. He is a phenomenal kisser just like I thought he would be.

He presses my back against the wall and then it is my turn to moan as he breaks away and begins to give me slow, hot, wet kisses down my neck as his hands slide up my sides and then back down to my thighs. My incredibly short dress has riden up to halfway up my butt cheeks revealing my black lace thong and he hungrily slides his fingers under the hem of my dress and grabs my ass and I throw my head back against the wall as my eyes roll back into my head. His touch is so commanding and so domineering and his lips and tongue move expertly against my skin that I feel myself losing all of my inhibitions.

His kisses get lower and lower until he is at the bottom of the neck line of my deep v-neck dress in the valley between my breasts and his lips linger there as his tongue darts out and licks me. I can feel my heart beating in my chest as desire pools in the apex of my legs and I pull his face back up to mine and our mouths crash together and angrily slide together, seeming to want to completely devour each other. I moan into his mouth as his tongue moves deeper into my mouth and then I hear Anya calling my name.

I turn my head and look to the curtain and then I turn back to my mystery man and he seems to understand. "My friend is looking for me." I say to him. "I should at least go out there so she doesn't get worried."

"But what if I don't want to let you go yet?" he says seductively and I hear his deep voice for the first time. His voice moves like butter across my skin making it harder to pull away from him. His eyes lock with mine and then I crash my lips to his again and kiss him passionately for a few more seconds before I unhook my legs from around his waist and he sets me gently down. I grab his hand and smile up at him and say, "Come with me."

He smiles a crooked and sexy smile at me and nods his head. I pull down my dress and smooth out my hair and drag him to the curtain and sling it open and see that Anya is standing right in front of me with her back to me. I lean over her shoulder and whisper, "Hi." She jumps and turns around quickly and sees me. She instantly notices the man I am holding onto and she raises an eyebrow at me speculatively. I smile mischievously at her and she smiles back at me as she says, "Edvard and I were going to get out of here and go to a quieter bar to talk." She motions to the werewolf I left her on the dance floor with and I smirk at her. "I wanted to make sure that you would be okay if I left?"

I look back at her as she looks curiously up at my mystery man as he leans forward and yells over the music, "I will take really good care of her." The way he says it does things to my body and a shudder racks through me at his double meaning. Anya looks back to me in question and I mouth 'go' at her and she smirks at me. I never find a guy I like in this club that I want to make out with and I can see she is taken back by my answer but is happy that I finally did find someone.

"Alright." she says playfully. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." she says as she turns around. She mouths a quick 'call me later' and I give a small nod as Edvard pulls her to the stairs leading out.

I turn around and look up at the beautiful man that has his arms wrapped around my torso. "I didn't really catch your name." I say to him. He smiles gently and then leans down to my ear and I can feel his breath on my neck as he says, "Jonathan. My name is Jonathan Fireheart."

"I guess I should have known." I say jokingly back to him. You can't throw a stick in an Institute without hitting someone named Jonathan. People like to name their sons after the first of our kind, Jonathan Shadowhunter, like I like to eat pizza. He seems amused by my response and lets out a low chuckle. "My parents weren't exactly very creative in the name department." he says back to me with a hint of a smile on his lips.

"I'm Clary. Clary Garroway." I tell him and he pulls me closer into him. "Nice to meet you, Clary." Jonathan says seductively and I can't help but bite my lip. If he doesn't stop looking so sexy and turning me on so much, I just might end up giving him my virginity. I am by no means a novice in the bed room. I have given and received plenty of oral from he last guy I dated, but I never felt the urge to give him my v-card. Probably because I didn't think he would be that good in bed. But this guy, right here, is making me want to hand myself over to him on a silver platter.

"Let's get out of here, Jonathan." I say to him. He nods and then bends down again and says in my ear, "I will go get your coat if you have the ticket and we can meet by the angel statue." I nod and smile seductively at him knowing what I am about to do. There aren't exactly any pockets on my dress and my boots are filled with too many weapons so I had to slide the ticket into my dress. I slip my fingers into the deep v of my dress and watch as he follows my fingers as they dip into my push up bra and slide out my ticket slowly in between two fingers and hold it out for him.

The look on his face as he watched me do this was the exact reaction I was hoping for. His body stiffens as his mouth opens slightly in hunger as his eyes fill with desire and I give myself a pat on the back for being able to stun him into stillness the way I just did.

He reaches up and takes the ticket from my hand and then slides away leaving an empty space where he just was. I feel the absence of him strongly and I suddenly want to just be near him. I start to make my way to the fountain and get halfway there when the first werewolf of the night, Daniel, walks up to me. "There you are, Aubrey! I have been looking for you for the past two hours." he says with a somewhat annoyed tone to his voice.

I smile sheepishly at him and nervously tuck my hair behind my ear. "Sorry. My friend and I got a little distracted." I tell him and try to turn and walk away. I just really don't want to talk to him anymore. He reaches out and grabs my wrist. I look down at his hand on me and then back up at him as he says, "Where are you going?"

"I am meeting someone at the fountain."

He steps closer to me and says with a smile that is meant to be seductive, "They can wait. I believe you owe me a dance." He starts to walk towards the dance floor still holding onto me and I pull out of his grasp. "I really can't. I have to go." I tell him and I try to turn away once more and he grabs my shoulder this time and spins me back to face him. "Why won't you dance with me?" He asks, clearly getting mad at this point.

"Because," I say exasperatedly, "I told you. I have to meet someone at the fountain."

His eyes narrow at me and his jaw clenches with anger as he says bitterly, "Then you owe me for you and your friend's drinks if you are going to be such a bitch to me now."

My brows raise in surprise at his sudden mood swing and I scoff at him. "I don't owe you a damn thing." I shout sternly at him and I turn to leave for the third time. I get about two steps away before he grabs my shoulder roughly and spins me around quickly and he is standing right in front of me. Way too close for my comfort. He leans down over me and shouts, "You will either dance with me or give me my money before you leave here tonight. So which one is it going to be?"

Just when I am about to pull back my hand to punch him, another bigger one comes flying in from the side and connects beautifully with Daniel's face. He falls back onto the floor as Jonathan comes into view. He hands me our jackets gently and smiles sweetly at me and then steps over Daniel and puts one leg on either side of his body as he hovers over him. Jonathan bends down and grabs the guy by the collar of his shirt and pulls him close to his face. "You will apologize to the lady for being such a fucking asshole or I can finish kicking your ass. So which one is it going to be?" Jonathan says echoing what Daniel just said to me. I smile widely because I love a good smart ass.

Daniel looks over to me as blood runs from the cut in his cheek where Jonathan punched him. "Fuck you!" he shouts in my direction and Jonathan tsks him. "That was the wrong answer my werewolf friend." He pulls his arm back and punches him in the face one more time and then his body goes limp as the force of his punch knocked him out. Jonathan looks genuinely annoyed by this and shoves him to the ground while I think I hear him mutter "Pussy." under his breath.

He stands up and then looks over to me and I smile up at him wantonly. That was really, really hot the way he handled Daniel for me. He reaches out and takes the jackets from me and then shakes mine out for me and then he is helping me into it. He holds it out behind my back and I slide my arms into the holes as he brings it onto my shoulders. I look over my shoulder and watch him slide his black leather jacket on and now he just looks even sexier with it on. Like he is the epitome of 'bad boys' and I can't help but swoon a little. He steps forward and takes my hand and then leads me to the steps leading out of this place. He steps aside and motions for me to go before him on the stairs. Whether it be because he wants to make sure I don't fall or whether it be just because wants to look at my ass as I take the steps one at a time, I like the gesture of chivalry and I begin the steep climb back up. Just in case he just wants an eye level view of my ass, I make sure and exaggerate the movement of my hips, just a little, to give him a show. I let a satisfied smile grace my lips when I hear him let out a low and quiet growl low in his throat as I assume he is enjoying the show I am putting on for him.

We reach the top of the stairs and I begin to push my way through the mundane club and to the door leading out. I can feel Jonathan's hand on the small of my back and it makes me smile. I don't know what it is about this guy but I just feel this connection to him and when he touches me, it's like he leaves a trail of warmth behind. I never just randomly make out with strangers but he just feels different. Like he is an exception to my rules. We finally reach the door and he leans forward and pushes it open for me around my body. "Thank you." I say to him with a smile and I step out into the night. He follows quickly behind me and then wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me close into his side. I lift my arm up and grab onto his belt on the small of his back, under his jacket, and smile sexily up at him as he looks down at me in surprise.

"Where are we going?" I ask him.

"I know of an all night cafe not too far from here." Jonathan replies in his deep voice. "I was thinking I wouldn't mind getting to know you a little better. That is before we try to tear each other's clothes off again." He looks down at me as we continue walking when he says this and gives me a wicked smile that makes me blush and he laughs just a little When he sees the color on my cheeks, I can tell that in some weird way, it turns him on.

"Yeah, I don't usually do stuff like that." I say shyly as I drop his gaze and look ahead. "I don't know what it is about you. I just feel like I know you and then the way you put your hands on me..." I let out an unsteady breath as I think about it.

"I saw you on the dance floor dancing with the werewolf," Jonathan starts to say, "and you were the sexiest most beautiful thing I had ever seen..." he takes a deep breath and I look back up to him to see what kind of look he has on his face. He is looking ahead but his brows are furrowed slightly in concentration and longing. "I just had to dance with you. I knew that I had to get you to kiss me before the night was over." His voice is gruff and low when he says this.

He suddenly pulls me into a small alley in between a clothing store and a dry cleaners and pushes me gently against the wall. His eyes are filled with want and need as he rakes his eyes up and down my body and he lingers on my legs and my chest before meeting my eyes again. He steps forward and reaches out to lean against the wall with his hands on either side of my head and dips his face to mine. His eyes lock with mine, green against black, and I suddenly feel that recognition again. "Can I kiss you again?" he asks. His voice is rough and low with want and I nod my head.

I crash my lips to his and bring my hands up to fist in his hair and he steps forward and presses his body flush against mine. I can feel his hard body mold to mine and his tongue slides into my mouth as one of his hands leaves the wall and goes to my back where he crushes me against him again. I let out a startled gasp against his mouth as I feel his erection in his pants press on me. Usually I would back away at this point but I can't seem to find the want to do that now. Instead, I roll my hips into him and he lets out a deep moan in his throat that sets me on fire and I lift my leg up to rub his outer thigh. I hook my foot around his leg and his hand comes down and grabs my thigh roughly and he slides his hand under the hem of my dress as his large hands wrap around my small leg. His hand goes to the bottom of my thigh and his fingers spread out and I can feel his fingers trace the spot on my inner thigh right in front of my underwear and I roll my hips towards him again.

His fingers clench my skin earning an appreciative growl into his mouth from me, and then he pulls back. His eyes are wild with lust and desire, much like mine, and he lets go of my leg that is wrapped around him and steps away. I can see in his eyes just how hard it was for him to do that just like I can also see him warring with himself to either stop what we are doing or take it to the next level so I decide to help him.

I take a step off of the wall and hold my hand out to him with a smile. He looks down at my hand, somewhat confused, but reaches out slowly and takes it anyway, and I pull him back onto the street. My breathing is still a little ragged and I look back over to him and see that he is looking at me in surprise as I can see him calming down slowly. I turn back around and pull him down the street with me and I can still feel his intense gaze on me and I give his hand a little squeeze. He steps up to walk next to me and I turn my head up to look at him and he is still looking at me in surprise and a little bit of awe and I blush. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I ask shyly.

"Because, no one has ever calmed me down like you just did." He says emphatically. "There is something about you that is calming for me. You can set me on fire and cool me down like no one has ever done before and I just met you. Why is that?."

I blush again and look down at our feet. The intense way he is talking about me is really flattering and I kind of feel the same way about him. "So," I say as I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear and look back up to him, "where is this cafe you were telling me about?"

He gives me a crooked smile and lets go of my hand to throw his arm over my shoulder. I raise my arm back up to wrap around his waist and I grab onto his belt, feeling the weapons he has tucked into it as he says, "Just hold on to me and we will be there in no time." We reach a street corner and he turns us left to cross over the street and I can see a dimly lit sign saying 'Cafe' just down the way.

I pull myself closer into him and smile to myself. I have a good feeling about this guy. I think he is going to make my life very...exciting.