Authors Note:
I do not own The Mortal Instruments or any characters- Cassandra Clare does!
A few chapters will have lemons!
I'm sorry this is really short; the next few should be longer. Reviews are appreciated
The familiar sting of a stele marking her skin made Clary smile slightly. This wasn't painful: it was welcoming.
Each small black line formed one large, ebony flame on her forearm. Clicking her fingers, Clary gasped, astonished to see fire rising from all ten of them. She was concentrating so hard that she barely felt a large pair of soft hands on her shoulders until a smooth voice rang in her ears.
"Clary?"
Clary grinned and twisted around to see Jace staring into her eyes. Supple buttercups on lush green grass. His hair was damp from his shower, forming a golden halo around his face. Jace's bare torso was covered by fine droplets of water and clear Marks. Clary couldn't help but stare.
"Am I…" he paused and flexed is biceps, "distracting you?"
"What can I say?" giggled Clary.
I just giggled. Giggled! she thought, horrified.
He pulled her to him and sat on his bed. Straddling his waist, Clary kissed Jace passionately. Her fingers trailed over his chest and he moaned softly into her mouth. Gently, ever so gently, Jace placed his hands on her thighs and ran them up and down. Laughing quietly, she pulled away and examined his face closely.
Jace's cheeks were flushed red, his eyes glistening and his lips swollen slightly.
"Jace?"
"Yeah, Clary?"
She replied by kissing him fiercely.