This is rated M for a reason for later chapters. Read for your own interest~
Clary awoke to a horrible throbbing in the middle of her temple. She felt like her head was going to explode any second now, her life ending. It hurts so much. She didn't even remember much of what happened last night, either. Getting a sense of her surroundings she felt warm. Very warm actually. It might've been a side effect with all the alcohol she consumed last night at that party but she didn't have the energy to dwell on it. Clary pulled her blanket closer to her and snuggled in the warmth. She tried to go back to her soundless sleep once again but that pounding just wouldn't go away.
Reluctantly she slowly opened her eyes. From the minute she was fully awake she knew she wasn't in her own room. There wasn't much on the white walls to begin with but there was a huge window that overlooks the front yard. The sun was shining through the shades making sharp lines across the bedspread which was also white. The floor was clean too, except for a small pile of clothes on the floor. There was a clock that hung on the wall indicating that it was 8 in the morning. Too early to do anything really. What day was it? Where is she? How much did she drink last night? What is she supposed t-
A small movement on her lower abdomen interrupted her thoughts. Slowly she started to remember her sense of feeling and felt a slight pressure pressing down on her stomach. There was an arm wrapped around her torso, holding her protectively. Her back was lined up against someone else, someone very toned. Someone's legs were tangled with hers. There was not even any space for air to pass through them. Who was this? Is this their room? What happened last night?
Carefully, she turned around to face this mystery person. After she completely faced him he subconsciously pulled her impossibly closer to him, tightening his grip around her back. Confusion swept over her. She was in bed with a boy. How she even managed to get in bed with a boy was beyond her. But who was he? There was a mess of golden blond hair on his head, standing up haphazardly. His eyes were closed but he had long lashes that curled upward. Dreams flittered behind his eyelids. His skin was slightly tanned, not too dark that seemed unnatural but enough to have a nice feel to it. Clary's eyes drifted even downward to his lips that were open just a bit, almost pouting. His even breathing stirred some loose hair that hung over her face.
Clary thought he looked familiar even if she couldn't see his eyes, she just doesn't know where. He was so beautiful though, that was for sure. Her arm was itching at her side to touch him instead. She wanted to feel him under her own skin. She wanted to feel closer to him even not knowing who he was. After battling her thoughts in her head, she gave in and slowly wrapped her arm around his back. She met soft, hot, skin?
What was going on? What happened last night? She would've been sure to remember if she lost her virginity to someone. Right? Everyone would be able to remember that, whether they were drunk or not. This was the whole entire cherry popping and the birds and bees. But Clary would never, ever give her virginity to some stranger. Who knew who they would've been with before? Her heart was thumping uncontrollably inside her. Panic was flooding through her hazy mind.
Calm down Clary, it was just one night. Calm dow- He sucked in a breath sharply causing Clary's thoughts to stop. She didn't dare to move, she didn't even want to know what would happen next. Gently, he drew out a breath and slowly opened his eyes.
They were perfect, golden irises. They seemed to end nowhere, trapping her in them. She could see her own jade green eyes through his. She could see confusion in his eyes as well, apparently he didn't recollect anything either. After a while he softened his expression, his eyes going dark and tilted his head oh so close to hers. Clary didn't breathe, she didn't move, hell she would stop living there completely. She felt as if this was a dream and she would wake up any second now. But this wasn't a dream and this stranger was so handsome and so attracting and he was going to kiss her any second now. Then she finally realized she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted to feel his lips against her lips, soft and gentle. Hard and demanding. She wanted to feel his hands graze over her body lightly enough to make her shiver uncontrollably. She wanted to be pressed up against him until there was no room for air to come in between them. She wanted to run her fingers into his soft hair and pull on them. He leaned in even closer to her until they were a breath away. All throughout it he kept his eyes open, intent on keeping it on hers as well. She dropped her eyes down his lips. She wanted to kiss him so badly. She craved for that one more touch that won't separate them any longer. She edged ever so closer to him, only a millimeter away from any sort of connection at all.
Then it came crashing down on her. There was only one person who had eyes like he did. There was only one person that she could even think of and she was sure she wasn't wrong. Clary hurriedly drew away from him sitting up in the bed causing her head to spin even more. She noticed she was just wearing a shirt, a shirt that wasn't even hers but probably his. Her breathing was uneven from what would've happened. She felt the cold air bite against her skin from drawing away his body and the heat that came rolling off of him. She didn't care. That calm feeling she had just experienced in the last few moments were gone.
Her eyes widened at what she saw in front of her. There he was lying down with his arm outstretched which dropped to his side. From what she can see of him he was naked from the waist up. His body covered in hard muscles lining his stomach. She lingered her eyes at his body before she lifted her eyes upwards to his. Just moments ago they were filled with lust but now they held surprise in them. He recognized who he was in bed with and he was sure as hell confused. He sat up slowly, looking at Clary as if this was not happening right now. At first she felt at loss, not remembering how she ended up here with him. Then she saw a small flashback of what happened last night.
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Clary was dancing through a throng of people, clearly drunk. She felt light and she felt so, so happy. There wasn't anything in the world that would end this moment. She wasn't focusing on the people dancing around her; she only focused on the beat of the music and swayed her body to it. For the first time in so long she felt at peace. She didn't have to worry about the pressure of her classes or her swimming tryouts. All of that was pushed out of her mind as she was losing herself in the crowd.
Jace Wayland was throwing the whole junior and senior class a party before school started a few days from now. They're all going to finally become upperclassmen. Finally, it's what they've all been waiting for. These were the two years that they were going to make everything memorable, the years where they're going to make everything count.
His house was just breathtaking. Anyone would want to live at his house, its big enough for a thousand people to hold. But of course, he techniqually was holding that many people tonight.
Clary knew Jace; she was one of the lucky girls throughout the whole entire school. Everyone absolutely adored him. By adore she means wanting to throw him against a door and have hot heavy sex with him. No, she wasn't doing that with him. Never and ever would she even want to have sex with Jace Wayland. They were always flirting and teasing with each other constantly. Most of all, they were completely rude and aggressive with each other when they wanted to be. They can pick a fight whenever they wanted to for the most stupid reasons anyone can ever come up with. Yet, they never laid a hand on each other. Crazy as that sounds, he never attempted to do anything to her.
Clary could understand that though. People would consider her to be short, but compared to many girls, she really was. She only reached up to be about 5'2'', barely. She didn't have many curves but she had a few here and there that brought out her figure. When she was younger, freckles covered her face around her cheeks and nose. Now, there isn't a speck left remaining. She had fiery red hair and jade green eyes. A deep contrast in her features she must say. Her skin was blemish free and smooth. She had been yearning for this look for forever. Though she doesn't consider herself beautiful. She doesn't attract many boys, but they do look at her now and then. She isn't the most "popular" girl in the school, but she's content with where she is right now.
Her throat was getting dry after dancing for such a long time. Her feet ached and her heart raced but she didn't pay attention to any of it. She was enjoying herself, and she was going to keep on enjoying herself until the night ends. There was an indoor bar kept towards the side where clumps of people were standing by. Some were in a passionate embrace, ready to rip each other's clothes off. Some were flirting with the bartenders. Clary just wanted to quench her thirst with any kind of alcohol they had.
"Hey! One glass of vodka, please," she yelled over the noise as she stumbled into the bar stool.
The bartender looked her up and down taking her in and slowly smiled. He reached behind him and poured her glass out. He slid her glass towards her and leaned against the counter.
"Don't have too much there, you'll get yourself killed," he said.
Clary tipped some of the drink back letting the familiar burn flow down her throat. She put the cup down and traced the rim of her glass while slyly smirking at the bartender.
"What's it to you? You don't know me at all," she stated, clearly aware of the fact that he definitely wanted her at that moment.
"Maybe I should get to know you sometime," he smirked at her. He was kind of cute for a bar tender, didn't even look that old. He looked young and handsome.
"Maybe you should not," a voice said behind Clary.
She turned around to face the one and only. Jace Wayland. She didn't even know what to say. His tone was playful, mocking. Though his eyes said otherwise, wanting to make sure he didn't talk to Clary ever again.
The bartender obviously didn't see this at all, completely oblivious to fact of what was going on.
"Alright, man. She's all yours," He replied with a wink at him.
Clary looked back at Jace and saw he was looking down at her. His signature smirk already on his face. His hair was styled the way it usually was, just a little bit messy but messy enough to make him look attractive. His eyes were burning into hers, entrapping her in them.
"You heard what he said, you're all mine. Come on, dance with me,"
"Oh, please. Like I would ever want to be anywhere remotely close to where you are," Clary retorted leaning back against the bar with her elbows propped up.
He leaned in very closely towards her face and spoke very lowly that only she would be able to hear. "It's just one dance, come on. I know a thousand of girls that are dying to just fall in my arms,"
She leaned in just a little bit, "Sucks to know that there is one that doesn't want too"
"Ouch, that did hurt my ego. But," he edged in closer to her. Closer than he's ever been with her before. He placed both of his hands on either side of her on the counter, trapping her there. He bent down until his lips were grazing her ear, "there is only one girl I want to see falling apart in my arms."
Clary sucked in a breath. Jace has never said these sort of things with her or acted this way either. Sure, they bantered around but that was when they were sober. Right now they were drunk and she was sure none of them can think straight right now. Which explains what she said next and why she said it.
"I'm willing to be that girl tonight," she whispered.
She felt him smile slowly against her neck, "Come on."
He led her towards the dance floor. She was once again in the middle of dancing people, swaying to the beat of the music. Except this time she was with a handsome boy and all the other girls knew it. They shot daggers at her with their eyes, desperately wishing that they were the one dancing with Jace. Instead, she focused her attention on him. He really did know how to dance, better than most guys. He knew exactly what he was doing.
One thing Clary noticed is that he kept his eyes on her all the time, not on all the other girls but on her.
That's when she decided to make sure that whatever he saw, he liked it. That he wanted it. That he needed it. She began dancing how she saw other girls do in those movies, moving her body up and down Jace, but never touching him in the slightest bit. She wanted him to finally make that move and cave in. She started moving her body even sexier, seeing the want in his eyes so clearly. She knew when to touch her body and in all the right places.
He began dancing even closer to her. She can feel the heat radiating off of him and engulfing her. She felt like she was burning but he still didn't touch her. She could see the dark lust in his eyes, consuming them. Consuming her. She bit her lip slowly, intentionally. His eyes drifted downwards to her mouth.
He closed his eyes and let out a breath, "Dammit."
Jace grabbed her around the waist and pulled Clary hard against him. He moved closer to her, touching their foreheads together. They were pressed up against each other, chest, hips, and legs. They were breathing heavily, anticipating what will happen next.
He moved even closer, their lips barely touching, "Do you know how much I need to kiss you?"
She stopped breathing. For a second, the whole entire world slowed down. The people dancing around them didn't matter anymore. Whoever was watching them didn't matter. It didn't even matter that they were drunk and won't even remember what will happen after. All that mattered was that Jace was there right in front of her wanting to kiss her. God only knows how long she's wanted to kiss him. She finally let out a breath.
"Not even close to how much I need you to kiss me," she said quietly and with complete honesty.
He let out a breath. He leaned in closer, brushing their lips together, once, twice, three times. Then finally, he kissed her so gently. His lips were so soft and so, so good. Then they became demanding, urgent. He kissed her hard, crushing their lips together. She skimmed her hands up his body and intertwined them behind his neck, fisting his hair into her tiny hands. Pulling on them, tugging on his strands. She felt him moan more than she heard it. He traced her bottom lip with his tongue, asking for permission so sweetly. Patiently. And she granted it to him, opening her lips. He pushed his tongue through doing devastating things to her. They were battling for dominance. Her knees were becoming weak and if it weren't for his hands around her waist, she would be sure to fall.
He pulled away and went towards her neck, peppering hot kisses down her throat. Her breathing was uneven by now. He bit the soft skin that met her shoulder hard. Sucking on it, letting his tongue glide against her. She let out a moan, feeling the want for him creep between her legs. He lifted his head back towards her mouth and she attacked him with a lot of vigor. She wanted him right then, right at that moment. It was becoming uncomfortable for her to even stay in that room altogether. She let one of her hands come around from his neck and down his shirt, popping one of the buttons open. She tugged her teeth on his lips, making him give out a sound of defeat. She looked up at him with innocent eyes. He moved his lips to her ear and whispered, "Let's get out of here,"
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"Fray?" he asked incredulously.
"Wayland," she whispered equally horrified. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. What was going on through her head? How much did she drink last night? How did she even manage to get in bed with Jace Wayland? Wayland? All the girls would die just to be here with him and here she is landing as an easy target. She was not easy to get. Never and ever would she even want to be easy.
They just sat there staring at each for a moment, taking everything in. She could just tell what he was seeing when he looked at her. Hair that fell down in neat curls down her face, thrown everywhere on her head from waking up. Green luminous eyes that stood staring back at his, confused, panicked and filled with want. She saw his eyes glance down at what she was wearing which was one of his shirts.
He broke the silence first, "So um.. Last night."
"Don't."
He smirked, "Don't what? I didn't even say anything,"
"You said last night and you clearly know everything that happened," she said throwing off his covers while getting up out of his bed that they both slept in. She planned on finding her clothes from last night or racing to go out through the door. Whichever one was easier. She searched around hurriedly for her clothes around the room but as always, he was there in a matter of seconds and pulled on her hand towards him so they weren't too far apart. His touch burned into her skin.
He looked into her eyes, trying to find any trace, any hint if she remembered anything last night at all. Trying to know what happened to both of them that they couldn't even understand themselves.
Quietly he asked her, "Do you remember anything?"
She counted to three inside her head, arguing back and forth with her feelings if she should or shouldn't tell him what she remembered briefly before she snapped back into reality. "We kissed."
He raised one of his perfect eyebrows at her willing her to go on. "And?"
"And that's all I rememeber. I don't know anything else. We were dancing. We were dancing a lot. And we were kissing. Kissing a lot too.."
"That's all you remember?"
"Yeah.. Do you remember anything else?"
He paused, looking back and forth between her two eyes looking for something there but not quite sure what it was that he was looking for. As soon as that look came it disappeared into a lazy gaze, "Yeah, I remember that we start school again in 2 days from now, I'm hungry, I need to take a shower to wash this master piece of perfection over here and," he leaned in closer to her lightly touching her with his fingertips across her cheek, "You sure as hell look sexy in my shirt."
She gasped. They were fully conscious now, fully sober and yet he was still acting the same way that he was last night. She felt warmth spread over where he touched her. Such a small gesture but it meant so much to her in that moment. She doesn't feel attracted to Jace. Not at all, at least not now she doesn't. She doesn't even know what the hell happened last night or what's going to happen from now on. She didn't even know what was going to happen 5 minutes from now or 5 days from now. What she does know is that whatever does happens next, it's her choice. She can't blame it on being drunk or not being able to collect her thoughts. It's her decision.
More than anything she wanted to kiss him. She wanted to know how it feels like again, she wanted to just be here with him and spend the day with him. Especially when he was standing in front of her with nothing on but boxers giving a perfect view of his impressive body.
But she knew she couldn't. That's why she drew away from his touch and turned around, resuming to look for her clothes around his room.
She heard him let out a breath, "Sorry. I know I shouldn't have done that."
That's one of the things she liked about him. He wasn't a complete ass or conceited that everyone makes him out to be. He can be generous when he wanted to be. For instance, right now he is being kind and backing off.
"It's fine. We're both just hung over I guess," she said.
Just at that moment his alarm started to blare. It made her headache ten times worse than it already was.
"God, please can you turn that thing off," Clary exclaimed. She started to massage her temples to make it better with no ado.
He chuckled, "Looks like someone has a massive hangover. How much did you drink last night?"
"Enough to put me in bed with you,"
He smirked, "Good enough for me."
He went towards his bed to turn off his alarm on his bedside. He took something out of the drawer, came back and handed it to her.
"Here," he looked into her eyes. He handed her a bottle of water and an aspirin. She took it gratefully.
"Thanks," She smiled at him which he returned.
She tipped her head back swallowing the pills. She knew she would begin to feel the throbbing lessen in a matter of minutes. He ran his hand through his hair and looked around the room for something. He glanced back at her.
"Look, I can't find your clothes and I'm sorry for that. I'll look for some of Isabelle's old clothes while you're in the shower."
She forgot to register the fact that she would need a shower and clothes to get out of here clean. After a while she nodded her head. He went to his closet and took out a clean white towel. Typical.
She took the towel from his hand and stared at him questionably. Finally he realized why.
"Oh! The bathroom's that door," He pointed at the other door in his room. She nodded her head and went inside. She put her towel on the bar and looked at herself in the mirror that hung over the sink. She can see the dark circles lining under her eyes. Her fiery red hair in tangled curls, her lips a little bruised. Probably from all his kisses last night.
She whispered at her reflection, "What the hell have you gotten yourself into."
Author's Note:
Well hai there. So i decided to make a fanfiction on the mortal instruments by Casandra Clare. I do not own any of the story plot but this is my version of the story. It is completely human of course and this will be an on-going story as well. I really love the series and of course Clace 3 This just came to me somewhere and thought i should write it down. Please review what you think of it so i know if i need to improve on it or if i should stop writing it all together. Thanks for reading it! I will try to update every week, if not maybe 2 weeks. I promise you I will not stop writing this story and if I do I will let you know. Until we meet again, gooodbye
-Qtkruti-
