Sadly, I am no Cassandra Clare, nor am I Suzanne Collins, or Maggie Stiefvater, or Shakespeare. Dammit, I just like to think about the 'what-ifs'
Clary Fray never intended to wake in Jace's bed in the morning. They only meant to lie there together for a bit. But it was the way his chest moulded so carefully to her back, and his hand firmly wrapped around her waist, palm laid across her stomach that lulled her to sleep.
Clary was horrified when she woke up, she knew that Jocelyn would be angry for she had so often told her 'no sleeping where your boyfriend lived' at first Clary didn't understand why her mother was so worried. She had no ambition to sleep with Jace anytime soon, although the want was there. Jace had said he'd wait, and Clary was content with that. But laying next to him, in the darkness pulled at her, made her hold her breath that had been steadily timed with Jace's, their chests rising and falling in sync, legs tangled to form a mess of limbs.
She kissed him. Knowing it would wake him up, and suggest something more, but that was the idea, wasn't it?
Jace was surprised as Clary was to find her still lying beside him in the early morning, almost as surprised as being awoken by her kisses, but he didn't mind. He liked it. He loved the way her hair fell to form a curtain around them as he pulled her ontop of him. He deepened the kiss, letting his thoughts run away with him. Dreams about waking up with Clary every morning, kissing her the very same way he was now. Dreams about sliding his hands up her top to rest on her bra. Taking her bra off...
Jace stopped kissing her, which was followed by a frown from Clary. "I'd love to keep doing this, but I'm worried I'm going to do things that your mums gonna hate me for" he whispered against her lips as he tucked a piece of red hair that was tickling his ear behind hers and rested his hand on her cheek, eyes closed.
It drove Clary crazy, being this close to him. She'd imagined this too many times to count, but for some reason she was older, or even married. But it was always with Jace. She had the same dreams that Jace had, but never thought that he'd want to do anything with her, thinking that the reason he'd wait is because he had no desire to do anything at all. Clary thought about the position, thought about how to get Jace to continue, how to say something ambiguous, that would suggest that she liked it, but didn't really mind if they were to carry on, and something that explained her need for this. Her need to be with Jace in the most intimate way possible. Her need to run her fingers along each of his marks and memorise them.
"She can't hate you, I won't let her" it was the best she could come up with, but Jace got the message.
He rolled them over, sensing she was nervous and deciding to take control. Locking his lips back to hers, he slowly slid his hand up her shirt, giving her time to tell him to stop. She didn't, so he moved further up. She wasn't wearing a bra, he could only feel her soft skin beneath his palm, she must of taken it off in the night. It was already lying on his floor, waiting to be joined by the rest of their clothing. Clary smiled against his lips as she realised what he just had, and that was it for him. That was his sign to go, that was his sign to show her just how much he loved her.
It wasn't desperate, needy sex that Clary had imagined, Jace was careful with her, as if he thought she'd break. He nearly stopped all together when she winced as he entered her, but she held him in place as she adjusted, telling him to continue by pushing her hips up slightly.
She fell asleep straight after, which made Jace chuckle slightly. He just wrapped his arm around her now naked form and thought about the demons and Valentine, knowing it was a stupid thing to think about after what had just taken place in his bedroom but knowing that how ever bad it gets, however much anyone disgusts him, he'll have Clary. And her mother might hate him, but he didn't care. He didn't care about anything right now, and it was only when Clary made a whimper in her sleep, missing his warm body against hers that he settled down, nestled his face into her shoulder and joined her in sleep.
This fanfiction mellarky wants me to replace 's's with 'z's and leave out 'u's. I apologiSe for my English writing ways.