A/N- Hey everyone! Let me introduce myself. My name is Christie, and I live in New York! I love reading fanfics, so I decided to try writing them myself! Since this is my first fanfiction, I would enjoy some feedback! Don't worry about too mean! I always appreciate constructive criticism. Anyways, I'm gonna stop babbling. DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Mortal Instruments or any of its characters. I'm simply...having fun with them. They all belong to Cassie Clare. On with the story...
Fireworks
Clary's POV
"Come on Jace, It will be fun!" you say, looking up at him.
"No, Clary, I don't want to go see the fireworks," he said, his voice almost a whine.
"But you've never been to the fireworks! Mom and Luke are going on their honeymoon, the Lightwoods on vacation, and they're bringing Simon! It's just going to be us, and I want to do something fun."
"I have an idea of something else we could do that's fun," he said, smirking mischievously.
You feel the heat rise up in your cheeks, and you grin, "Cute," you say, "But I usually go to the fireworks with Simon, and he's going to be gone."
"I still can't believe Izzy convinced Maryse and Robert to let him go," Jace says, trying to change the subject.
"Yes, and I can't believe you've never been to the fireworks on the Fourth of July," you say, moving closer to him, "No one else will be there, and I don't want to go alone," you say, making your best pouty face.
He caves in, "Alright! Alright. I'll go with you, but only because I love you," he says, wrapping his arms around your waist, "And I don't think I can say no to you. Unless you're doing something stupid and reckless, and even then I'm just wasting my breath, because you'll do it anyway."
Both of you laugh, "Very true," you say looking up at him.
You both lean into each others faces, and you stand on your tippy-toes as Jace's mouth comes down on yours. At first it's very sweet, and gentle, and you enjoy his soft lips and the taste of him, but it soon becomes more fierce He pulls you closer, his arms around your waist, deepening the kiss. You feel his tongue at your bottom lip, asking for permission to enter, and you willingly comply. He slips his tongue inside your mouth, and you do the same. Soon your tongues are battling for dominance. You are about to run your fingers through his golden, curly hair, but you are interrupted when you hear, "Ahem."
Both of you turn to see who it was. It was Isabelle, wearing a baby blue blouse that complemented her fair complexion, and skinny jeans that were tucked into her favorite pair of hunting boots. Her long, dark hair flowed down her back in soft waves, God, she's beautiful. Prettier then me, you think.
"Get a room," she says grinning. You notice something's missing from her ensemble.
"No whip?" you say, gesturing towards her outfit.
She looks down, and lets out a groan, "Ugh. Yeah, dad's making me leave it at home since we're on 'vacation'," she says, "That we need to take a break from Shadowhunter business."
You sigh, nodding your head. Your remember Max for a second, and agree with Robert. They certainly do need time off from Shadowhunter business, to take their mind off everything.
"The job helps me get my mind off things," she smiles, "But I suspect Simon will be a good substitute."
You smile, "Where is Simon, anyway? Is he meeting you at the airport?"
She nods her head, "We offered to give him a ride, but he said he needed to pick up a surprise for me," she says smiling.
"Oh," you say, slightly disappointed that you didn't get to say good bye. He's been spending time with Isabelle so much, that we haven't had time to be together. But you can't really talk, all you've done is spend time with Jace since you got back from Idris, practically only separating to sleep.
Just then Alec, Maryse and Robert come through the doorway, all lugging bags behind them. Alec, who's carrying two, opens his mouth to speak, "Ya know, Iz, you could've helped us with the bags."
She rolls her eyes, and walks over to give you a hug, then Jace. She pulls back, and whispers to us, so only we can hear, "You guys are gonna be all alone fore two weeks, don't think I don't know what that means!" she says, winking, "I took the liberty of putting condoms in both of your nightstands. "
"My night stand at Luke's house?" you ask.
"Yep," she says.
"But how- never mind, I don't want to know."
"Anyways, I did that because I know both of your asses are so hot for each other, and you won't be able to resist when the opportunity arises!"
You feel the heat rushing to your cheeks. You look at Jace, who's grinning, "Love you too, Iz."
Jace's POV
Later, after more quick exchanges of hugs and good byes, they've left, leaving you and Clary all alone. You lean in for another kiss, but she puts a finger up to your lip, smiling. She turns around, and looks at the clock, which reads, 6:10pm, "What do you want for dinner?" she says walking towards the phone, "Take out from Taki's?"
You smile at her, "Sure."
As Clary is ordering, she's turned away from you, so you admire the look from behind. She hangs up the phone, and turns around. She walks toward the coffee table, and picks up the car keys to Luke's truck. Jocelyn and Luke had left it with them, saying they'd pick up a rental in Jamaica. But they'd had to take them to the airport, and they're gonna have to pick them up when they get home, too. Which fine, he didn't mind."I'm going to pick up our food," she says.
During all the chaos these past few months, Clary had turned sixteen, and hadn't exactly had time to get her driver's license. When they got back from Idris, she'd begged Jocelyn to let go test for it. Jocelyn let her, and she passed. Now she takes every opportunity to drive she can get, so when she said she wanted to go pick up the food, he wasn't surprised. "Ok," he said, leaning forward, and kissed her on the cheek.
She smiled, at him, and started walking towards the door, "Love you!" she called out over her shoulder.
"Love you, too."
About twenty minutes later, Clary returns holding bags of food, and walks into the kitchen. You follow her, and turn the corner just in time to see her setting the bags down on the table. You walk up from behind her, and wrap your arms around her lithe waist, kissing her on the cheek.
She laughs, and turns around. She plants a quick kiss on your lips, then starts unpacking the food. You see that she got your favorite, then smile.
During dinner you chat about various things, Jocelyn and Luke's wedding, the fireworks. She tells you how her favorite ones are the ones that explode, and drip back down while sparkling. You crack a joke about how, just two months ago, Simon wasn't even able to be in the sun, and now he's going to the Bahamas. She laughs, and picks up your plates and carries them to the sink. I love it when she laughs, you think to yourself. She finishes washing the dishes, and runs out the room. You follow her, curious.
You turn the corner in time to see her plop down on the couch. You run over and hop down on the couch, mimicking her. She giggles. She looks so young right now, you think, with her nose crinkled while she's laughing, red curls bouncing as she moves, green eyes shining brightly, So beautiful.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, you say, 'Do you know how much I love you?"
She stops laughing and leans over to kiss you. You wrap your arms around her, and pull her over from the other side of the couch, closer to you. She slides her tongue into your mouth, and you put your fingers in her hair, playing with the curls. She reaches up and puts her arms around your neck, somehow pulling you even closer, further deepening the kiss.
She leans back on the couch, pulling you with her. You're on top of her, but lightly lifting yourself up, making sure not to crush her tiny body with your weight. Her fingers are on your back, lightly dancing around. The kiss has gotten hotter, more fierce. You're both acting like you're incapable of pulling apart, like you can't get enough of each other.
And let's face it, you can't.
She wraps her thin legs around your waist, pressing both of your hips together. She makes a little noise, a moan, into your mouth. You smile against her lips, and she wraps her legs around you tighter, grinding your hips against each other. This time, you can't help it. You let out a moan into her mouth, and she does the same. Unconsciously you start moving your hips back and forth. Clary catches the drift, and starts doing it with you. You soon develop a rhythm, back and forth, back and forth.
You find yourself growing hard, very hard. Your mouths have unconnected from each others', and Clary is underneath you, making small little panting noises that are quickly driving you mad. Your mouths crash back together, and you begin to devour each other hungrily. Suddenly, she bites down on your bottom lip, hard. You moan into her mouth and feel her smile against your lips.
You can't take it anymore. You wrap your arms around her waist, and pick her up, with her legs still around you. Nice one, Jace, you think. She moves her mouth from yours and starts lightly kissing your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You start to walk down the hall to your room, finding it hard to concentrate on the single act of walking with her mouth on your neck. That's what she does to you. You feel her mouth hover over a single spot on your neck. Oh, hell. She found it.
She bites down on your sweet spot, making your knees tremble. You let out a slight groan as you pry her legs from around your waist, and sling them into your other arm. You're not sure how you did that, but you did. You're now carrying her much like how the groom holds a bride on their wedding day. He had to pass by a bridal boutique on the way to Taki's, so he often sees the model photos in the window of the shop.
Now that she can't quite reach your neck with her mouth you pick up the pace towards your room, very eager as to what might happen next.
Clary's POV
Jace sets you down on the bed gently, though you can see the lust and desire in his eyes. You crash your mouth against his, and you roll over on top of him, so you're straddling him. You lightly trace his abs with your finger through his shirt, feeling him shiver under your touch.
He then flips you over, and starts kissing your neck.
Once more, you flip him over. You whisper in his ear, "Time out."
You're laying on top of him trying to catch your breath, "Not tonight," you say with a smirk.
He smiles up at you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, "Ok."
You lean down and plant a soft kiss on his lips. You pull back, your faces close together, noses touching, "I love you. "
"I love you too."
You lean down to kiss him, your lips colliding. You roll over off of him, so you're both laying side by side. These kisses aren't fierce, or hot, but they're sweet, and gentle. Still the kinds of kisses that give you butterflies and leave you wanting more. You enjoy the softness of his lips, and the taste of him. You can't put your finger on what it is, but it's something completely and utterly Jace, and it's fantastic. You run your fingers through his soft hair, winding your fingers around the curls. Your bodies are pressed against each other and you can feel his heart beating.
You pull away from him, "Can I sleep in here tonight? With you? We haven't slept together, really, since...since Idris."
His face is nostalgic, remembering the memory, then he smiles, "Of course you can."
He leans in to kiss you again, but you put your finger up to his lip,"I'm going to go get some pajamas."
He smiles,"Ok,"
You walk down the hall towards your bag in the living room, when you pass Isabelle's room. You bite your lip, thinking about the big lingerie drawer in her dresser. You also think about what you have planned for tomorrow night. Yeah, you're gonna need some sexy lingerie.
You open the door to her room, quietly, trying not to make any noise. Soon, you find yourself rifling through a drawer with tons of bras, panties, and even...thongs? Yes, that piece of cloth is a thong.
You realize that Isabelle is a lot more...blessed in some areas than you are. With that being said, you decide on a fiery red, lacy bra with adjustable straps and a matching panty. Perfect. And it matches your hair, which Jace loves. Double perfect.
After changing into your pajamas, you look down at yourself. You are wearing a green, stripeed tank top, with solid color short shorts with the same matching green. You turn and look into the mirror. It's brings out the color in your eyes.
You walk back to Jace's room to find him with his shirt off, on his bed, reading a book. He looks up at you, putting the book down. You raise your eyebrow at him.
"I hope you don't mind," he says with a smile, "I sleep shirtless."
You grin, and plop down on the bed, "I don't mind at all." You scoot up next to him on the bed, and he wraps his arms around you, squeezing your thigh, "Well don't you look cute in your pajamas."
You look at him, "You look good in you," you add airquotes, "pajamas, as well." He plants a quick kiss on your lips, and you turn the lamp off, leaving you both in the dark.
You chat for a while, but you soon feel yourself drifting off to sleep. You concentrate on the beating of his heart, and the warmth of him muscular arm around you. He gently strokes your hair, and kisses you on the top of your head. The last thing you remember is him whispering in your ear, "I love you Clary,"
You would have said it back, but you are way too far gone.