** Okay, so I know that this Chapter is kind of short, I definitely plan to update on a weekly basis, however. Let me know what you liked, what you didn't, and where you hope this story will eventually go! All opinions are greatly appreciated! **
I turned the corner out of my bedroom, dressed in what can only be described as civilian clothes, mundane and bleak. The black cotton henley clung to my skin, sticky and uncomfortable, in the places I hadn't dried sufficiently enough in my rush to get out of the shower. For being of another world, wondrous and magical, you would think we would have had a warlock conjure up an air-conditioning unit by now. The air only remained stagnant, lingering in the open corridors, the heat like a snake waiting to choke its next victim.
Marcy, while seemingly undomesticated, makes killer lemonade. My next strides were directed towards the kitchen in hopes of finding relief in the chilled sweetness resting in the crystal pitcher. Anything to subdue the coiling snake around my throat.
I run into her like an unmovable steel bunker. My hands grasping her shoulders before my chest could collide with her face. My grip is tight, far more aggressive than warranted by her tender frame. Those innocent fucking orbs she passes off as eyes peek up behind copper lashes to greet my frustration.
."You ought to be more careful," I spit out at her, the snake hisses smugly "I could really end up hurting you" Its tongue flicking its way up my carotid.
"And you ought to learn some manners" She spits right back "Let go of my arms…you are hurting me"
I remove two glasses from the cupboard, a shelf Clary could only reach by climbing onto the counter for a boost. I twitch, remembering the first time I saw her do it, like a child, innocent, and quite frankly adorable. Somehow the lemonade has made its way into both glasses. I offer her one as a silent apology. The snake coils around my neck a little tighter, choking the verbal apology back down into my gut. Her lips part, and a ringlet of orange hair sticks to the condensation forming on her glass. She catches me staring, to her however, it is leering. She stiffens, the delicate lines of her muscles push against her flesh.
"So I heard that you'll be leaving for a few days" She diverts the lack of conversation desperately. "How long will you be gone for exactly?"
"3 days" My voice unnerved, void of emotion. "I hope you'll be able to manage the misery accompanied by my absence" I joke in a typical 'Jace-like' fashion. The snake lightens her grip around my neck, my breath returns.
She walks around the kitchen island, the fabric of her navy, cotton cardigan fans out behind her revealing her waist. Slender. Her back curving every so delicately into her…
"Don't hold your breath." She interjects my thoughts. Her cheeks flush with the blood softly pooling beneath her skin.
One stride to close the gap in between my pounding heart and her own. My arm reaches down against my own free will. My thumb traced the curve of her flushed cheekbone "Then stop holding yours"
I walk out of the kitchen, leaving one untouched glass of lemonade. I curse myself in whispers.
