Aline was latched onto him like a leach, sucking his bottom lip and clumsily trying to unbutton his shirt.
God, he hated this. He hated all of this. Clary would be so much more gentle, he couldn't help thinking, and then cursed himself for it. She's your sister. She doesn't want you... Like that. It... Sickens her.
He kissed Aline harder, pulling her closer, and, not so clumsily, unbuttoning the first few buttons of her shirt, exposing her lacy bra. It was probably Victorias secret, and probably meant to look sexy.
Clary wouldn't need something like that to look sexy...He mentally slapped himself and pulled her even closer, her lipes roughly moveing from his mouth to his jaw line and down his neck. It was obvious that it was her first time doing this, and she was trying way too hard. Clary would just let it flow... He stopped trying to surpress the thoughts that came unbidden in his mind as he endured Alines sloppy kisses.
Clary wouldn't press herself on me like this. Then again, she wouldn't have to. Aline was obviously doing this not out of interest in Jace, but, Jace suspected, in interest to her sexuality. He had seen the way she looked at Isabelle, starting at her feet and slowly traveling up the length of her body... Uh oh. Voices outside the door. Suddenly it was slammed open, reveling... Oh shit.