Sensual Bliss

Clary stood on the balcony and watched peacefully as the colors of the sky changed with the approaching night. She could feel her heart pattering with urgency in her chest and she tried, unsuccessfully, to relax. Tonight would be her first night in the Herondale Manor with Jace. Just the two of them. The thought alone made her giddy, although she knew she should be well past that at this point. Still, she found herself to be quite nervous.

As she turned away from her view, she drank in the room she was in. Dark mahogany wood ran through the master bedroom and beautiful canvas' were placed decoratively around the room. A king sized bed with thin, black lace wrapped around the four posts of the bed frame sat against one wall. The sheets were beautiful, of course, and her heart jumped again at the thought of laying with Jace. This was a much different setting than where she had her first time at.

"Clarissa Fairchild?"

Clary jumped at the voice and wheeled around. The door of the bedroom opened and a small woman peeked in with a smile.

"Master Herondale is ready for you."

Clary swallowed and glanced down at herself. She had never found herself to be distinctly feminine, therefore Isabelle had to be the one to help her with her wardrobe for the night. She had chosen a delicate purple dress that hugged her body pleasantly, allowing the curves of her breasts and hips to be noticed. The dress itself stopped above her knees as another layer of sheer cloth flowed out and down to her ankles where a pair of matching heels could be seen.

Clary didn't give herself another moment to hesitate. She was going to see Jace, her Jace. She followed the woman out of the room and down the stairs into the dining room. It was a large enough room, meant to host numbers of people rather than two, but in that moment it looked perfect the way it was. The room was dimly lit and in the center was a table set for two. And Jace.

The mere sight of him always took her breath away. Today was no different. She saw that he was wearing a long sleeve, purple button up and a pair of black slack with formal shoes. He wore a black blazer over the shirt and seemed to be wearing a tie, which wasn't even tied correctly. Clary stifled a laugh at that and watched as he pushed his hair from his face with a lazy grin.

"My lady," Jace greeted. "You look..."

As his eyes swept over her body, Clary felt her face flush slightly. The way he drank her in was simply mesmerizing. Jace went to her and carefully cupped her face with his hands, placing a warm kiss to her lips. She didn't know how he did it, but he still managed to send a jolt of fire through her that made her feel hot all over. Clary reached to put her hands in his air as the kiss deepened, only to have him pull away.

"Now, now, don't be hasty," he smirked devilishly.

"You started it," she smiled.

"I have tonight planned out, you're just going to have to keep your hands to yourself until I say otherwise."

"Oh? Who said you were in charge?" She crossed her arms over her chest and gave him a playful look.

"Well, if you aren't a good little girl then you won't be rewarded. But," Jace leaned back in, "Maybe you would rather be punished?"

Clary bit her lip down and let him guide her to her seat. Before, she might have scolded him for that kind of talk, but now...

"I hope you like the food, if you don't I can have the cook whip something else up for you," Jace said.

"Wow, you are really taking to being the last Herondale, hm?"

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean," he answered innocently.

"Having people to wait on you, cook for you, you're practically a princess now."

"Do you mean to tell me that you are my prince I have waited a long night for?"

Clary rolled her eyes and laughed before digging into her food. She loved the pasta and the delicious chicken and vegetables served with it. She was glad that he had chosen a meal she recognized and wouldn't have to question about eating.

"So, where did Luke and your mother venture to for their honeymoon?" Jace asked, in between bites.

"Nothing wildly interesting. They're looking for a house in Brooklyn."

"Ah, and leaving you to stay with me until then?" Jace winked.

"Not exactly. They said to stay at the Lightwoods and to NOT get into any trouble."

"Ah. So they don't know you've run wild with your dangerous boyfriend?"

"What they don't know won't hurt them, so long as nothing happens to me. Understood?"

"I would never allow anything to happen to you."

Clary glanced up at him from her food and saw how serious he was. It was one of those things she loved most about him. Once they were finished with dinner, Jace gave her his arm and led her away.

"Where to now?" She asked.

"You'll see."

Clary didn't like being left in the dark about things, but she didn't want to spoil their evening together. He led her out through a wooden door that took them into a room that seemed to be solely used for storage of garden materials. Most of the items were boxed away neatly, sitting in a home with no occupants. Once they swept through, Jace stopped at another door. He glanced quickly at Clary and grinned with a twinkle in his eye.

When the door swung open, Clary felt her eyes widen in surprise. She stepped out and found herself at the path of an entrance to a beautifully crafted garden. Rose bushes crept over fences and hibiscus flowers and other exotic flowers decorated the area around the path. Clary squeezed Jace's hand and walked down the path and allowed it to lead them within the garden until they lost sight of the manor. Walls of flowers and bushes rose enough to give them the illusion that they were creeping through a maze, not a garden. Lanterns lit the way until they found themselves in the center of the garden where a large, beautiful fountain sat. Clary sighed dreamily and sat at the edge, dipping her fingers into the water.

"Do you like it?" Jace asked, kneeling before her.

"I love it," she replied.

"I had this built for you," he said gently.

"You did?" She asked, in surprise.

"Yeah. I could never have anything as beautiful as the greenhouse at The Institute, but this will do if you like it."

Clary leaned forward and kissed him deeply, putting her hands into his hair. She felt him smile against her lips and then his hands glide up her thigh. Her breath caught momentarily, she still felt inexperienced compared to Jace. She still worried she would not be able to give him what he gave her.

"Clary, I love you," he breathed.

"I love you too, Jace."

"I want to show you how much I love you." His hand slipped slightly under her dress.

Clary bit her lip involuntarily as he leaned his mouth against her neck.

"Can I?"

"Y-yes..."

I was planning on this just being a one shot, but I didn't want to offend anyone if I put some lemony flavor into it, which will definitely be in the second chapter. I'm not sure if I'll continue this, it was more or less an experiment because I've rarely seen any JacexClary fic that I like. Anyway, hope you guys like this!