She ducked quickly, ignoring the burn in her thighs where Isabelle's whip had wrapped around, just a little too tightly, before throwing her to the floor. They had been going at it for almost four hours now, much to Jace's displeasure. Simon watched in the background, the throwing dagger in his hand forgotten. Jace, Alec and Magnus sat on the benches by the door.
Clary threw herself into a back-bend as Isabelle's whip flew at her face, then flipped backwards when it slashed downward towards her legs. Clary retaliated, Heosphoros, blocking the strikes from her whip, making sparks fly around them. Clary whirled, making the whip twirl around the sword,and yanked. The whip flew out of Izzy' hand, and in the moment that she stood there astonished, Clary swiped her legs out from under her.
Unfortunately, Isabelle's quick reflexes kicked in, and she rolled to the side as Clary threw her whip out of reach, panting. They were both covered in sweat, their hair soaked with it. Clary's body radiated a soft golden aura as her angel blood hummed in excitement, the adrenaline making it seem as if time had slowed, going in slow motion. Clary watched as Izzy's right leg twitched and Clary flipped over her tall frame, using the butt of her sword to push her onto her her stomach from behind, and when she rolled onto her back, Clary straddled her waist, Heosphoros at the black-haired girls neck.
Izzy wheezed, her hands up in surrender. "Okay… okay… I surrender."
Clary rolled off her now- parabatai and stumbled to her feet, panting hard. She doubled over, trying to get oxygen into her lungs. She collapsed onto her hands and knees, still panting, and blinked furiously, trying to keep the sweat from dripping into her eyes, her head down, so her long, damp red hair fell onto the training mats.
She heard Jace chuckle. "I told you to give it a rest almost and hour and a half ago. Now you're gonna be sore for the rest of the day."
She was still panting. "I… you... ". She gave up, settling for giving her his middle finger instead. They laughed, and she collapsed again, falling onto her stomach, before rolling to her back. She turned her head slightly to look at her friend, who wasn't faring much better. Her long hair was completely soaked with sweat, and her eyes were closed as she tried to control her harsh breathing. her stomach and arms glistened and you could visibly see the droplets of perspiration that rolled down her tanned skin.
Clary had settled for a pair of tight gray trackies and a green sports bra. Isabel had insisted on a pair of black leggings and a crop top over a sports bra. She noticed the rune she had put there earlier for her parabatai, and clary's hands drifted over own flat, toned stomach, where she had placed the exact same rune. Endurance,it screamed in her mind. It had been in the back of her head for days, and when she could actually see it in her mind at four o'clock in the morning, she couldn't help to write it down immediately. She had asked Jace to test it out with her, but he of course had turned the suggestion into a perverted innuendo, prompting the small red-head to go to Izzy.
She got to her feet after a few minutes, once her panting had turned to heavy breathing and the edges of her vision cleared. She held out a hand to the taller girl who grabbed it, but their hands were so sweaty that when Clary tried to haul her up, she slipped taking the tiny girl with her. Clary landed right on top of Izzy, and they stared at each other for a moment, before breaking out in laughter. When they had stopped, Clary still hadn't moved and Izzy raised an eyebrow at her.
Clary tipped her chin at the girl in response, a playful seductive smirk on her lips. "Hey, girl." Izzy laughed, shoving the small girl off her, and sat up, fixing her hair.
Clary stood up, walking to the edge of the mat, where she had set down their towels and water bottles. She tossed Izzy hers, wrapping her own around her lightly freckled shoulders, and checking her phone. Her mother and Luke had both called twice, and she had a few text messages from Maia.
She looked up at the boys as they made their way over to them, stopping and staring at Clary. She looked at them cautiously. "What?"
Izzy walked past her, wiping her arms with the towel. "You're glowing again. Even more than before."
Clary rolled her eyes, ignoring them and wiping herself off. Magnus stepped towards her some more and grabbed her free arm, poking the skin lightly. " I don't know what could be causing this. It's so… odd."
She snorted, pulling her arm free. "Says the warlock with cat eyes." She turned, walking away. She went down to her room, and closed the door, not bothering to lock it. Every time she locked it, Jace found a way to break in, either with a rune, or even breaking the lock. Once when she had been mad at him, she locked him out and broke the entire door down. Maryse had NOT been happy. Luckily though, Clary's repair rune had fixed it to perfection.
She took her time showering, washing her skin and hair thoroughly until the warm water had run out. She walked out into her room,turning on the radio on the way, not surprised when she found Jace lounging on her bed, looking through her newest sketch pad.
Now, before she probably would've screamed and thrown him out, but ever since their experience in Edom, Jace had taken just about every opportunity he could find to sleep with her. And not the kind of sleep that actually involves sleeping. He tried as hard as he could to see her naked on a daily basis, so she wasn't shy around him any more.
She dressed quickly, keeping the towel around her as she pulled on her panties, but slipping the towel off as she put on her bra, her back to him. She went into the bathroom to dry her hair, before changing into new clothes. Once her hair fell into neat, shiny spiraled curls to her hips, she set the blow drier down to look herself over. She had really developed over the past half-year. Her hips had widened a bit, giving her shape. Her body was now lined with muscle, so she was no longer thin, but now lean. Even her breasts had grown a bit, going from an A cup to a medium B.
She shook her head, and walked back out throwing on her clothes for the day, which consisted of tight, dark wash skinny jeans, and a cropped tank top that had a picture of Fairy Tail on it, and white ankle socks. She didn't bother putting on makeup or jewelry, since they weren't going anywhere yet. She plopped down on her bed next to him, grabbing her iphone on the way, and scrolling through her texts.
Halfway through reading a lengthy one from her mother, Jace rolled, so he hovered above her, and quicker than her eyes could see, her phone was out of her hands, and his lips were on hers. She made a noise of surprise in the back of her throat, but responded almost immediately, her eyes closing quickly . His teeth nibbled at her bottom lip, before tracing her jawline and moving down her neck to her collarbone, nipping and leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses on her flushed skin.
He pulled away, looking down at her. His eyes were dark with desire, but they watched her with love and adoration. He brought a hand up and stroked her cheek, before tracing her lips with his fingertips. He was so gentle with her, always, unless she asked him otherwise. It was something she loved most about him, his gentleness. He leaned down, his lips brushing hers as he spoke. "I missed you today. I feel like I never see you anymore."
She smiled. Izzy had dragged her shopping early that morning, and after she had spent time with Magnus, as he experimented on her, and directly after had been her training, which had taken up most of the day. It was true, they hadn't spent much time with each other these past couple of days, but they almost always spent the night with each other. She had her own room, per Jocelyn's demand, but she spent most nights in his room. The nights she did spend her own room were always interrupted by Jace sneaking in in the middle of the night.
She opened her mouth to respond, but was cut off once again by his mouth on hers. His tongue slipped in before she could protest, and the battle for dominance began. her hands immediately wound into his thick golden locks, as one of his went to her hair, and the other wound around her waist, holding her as close as possible. He pulled away and flipped them, so her body was on top of hers, before attaching his mouth back to hers. Their tongues fought again for almost five minutes, before his mouth went down to the crevice f her neck where it joins with her shoulder, and he began to suck lightly.
Clary couldn't help but let out a quiet moan as his fingers brushed the skin of waist, trailing up to her ribs, then finally settling for squeezing her hips. She moaned again as he bit her. "Ja-".
She was cut off as her bedroom door flew open revealing a smirking Isabelle, and a blushing Simon. "Okay, that's enough, you horn dogs. You've had your fun. Now I need to get Clary ready for hunting tonight."
She groaned, throwing her head back, and Jace chuckled. "Fine. Give us five minutes, Iz."
She deliberated, tapping her index finger on her chin. "Mmm… alright. But if you're not downstairs in exactly five minutes, I will come up. And I will drag you back downstairs, whether you're naked or not."
She closed the door behind them as they left, and Jace went back to peppering kisses along her exposed neck. She laughed, pushing him off her, her face flushed in embarrassment. "You heard her, you horn dog."
He laughed, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards him again for one last, slow kiss, before letting her go. "I can't believe she just called us horn dogs. Where does she learn this stuff?"
She snorted. "You are a horn dog. I'm not."
He laughed, grabbing her by the thighs and lifting her up so they were face to face. "Only for you baby. Only for you."
She laughed, and he kissed her again, long enough to take her breath away. When it had been exactly four minutes and thirty seconds the left and as she closed the door behind her, the only thing Clary could think, was DAMN! I should've locked it after all.