A/N: FINALLY! You would not believe how long I've been wanting to get a Mortal Instruments fan fiction up! But what with my computer malfunctions, family situation, and schedule, it was near impossible! Now, after hundreds of MI fan fics were written and City of Glass was released, I am finally writing one and getting it up! I haven't had a chance to read barely any fanfics for a while, but I hope this idea isn't taken!
Chapter one: Frustration
Clary awoke with a jolt and a moan. She looked around, sighing with relief that she was in her and Jace's room in the institute, and Jace stirring slightly beside her. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath through her nose.
Just a dream. Just another strange, realistic dream.
She felt Jace's arm wrap loosely around her waist, comforting her even in his sleep. Shifting over to nuzzle up to him, she accidentally lifted her knee a little too high.
"By the Angel, Clary, what the hell was that for?" he moaned, his voice thick with sleep and heavy annoyance. He writhed in pain for a few seconds before forcing himself to straighten out.
"Sorry," she whispered, finally achieving the position she had aimed for, wrapped tightly in Jace's arms and snuggled to his broad chest.
"Still having trouble sleeping?" he asked, seeming to know just about everything about her.
"No," she lied, "the room just got a little drafty."
He held her tighter in his arms, making her feel a certain way that only Jace could make her feel. An indescribable feeling, one that she knew no one else could provide. It was like love, lust, trust, comfort, friendship, and romance rolled into one strong emotion. Stronger than any rune Clary could create.
Thinking of which....
Clary couldn't get the images of those damn runes out of her mind. They haunted her, forever etched in her mind. But could she possibly try them out? Create these unheard of runes that only she herself had even seen? Sure, she'd done it before, but that was different, those runes seemed... well, less dangerous, for one. There was something about these runes that she just couldn't get out of her mind. Damn it!
"Clary?" Jace mumbled, half-asleep.
"Yes?" she whispered.
"Go to sleep."
Clary laughed softly, wishing she could. Dreamless, deep sleep...
"Well...," he said, awakening more now, "if you can't sleep, and I'm wide awake now, we could always do something else... now what to do in this late hour, all alone? In my king-sized bed...?"
"Jace, you know what Marys said about that," Clary said, trying not to give in. God how she wanted to, but she knew Marys could very easily find out if anything were to happen between her and Jace. She'd set out a strict set of rules, all revolving around her and Jace's physical limitations with each other. Marys had been pretty lenient with her and Jace, she let them share Jace's room in the institute and sleep in the same bed, they had no curfew, but were responsible for getting up by eight-thirty for training, she really didn't set any rule but one; no sex. Of any sort. And what with truth runes, Clary's natural inability to lie, the walls that were polar opposite of soundproof, and the ridiculous squeakiness of the beds and the old building in general, sex was something that wouldn't get by Marys.
Why she was enforcing this rule with Jace now, Clary would never know. Jace assures her that she just doesn't want Clary to get hurt by Jace, or for Jace to do something stupid and ruin things himself, but Clary never felt exactly liked by Marys. Especially by the consequences Marys had promised; if the one rule was broken, Clary would have to move out of Jace's room to the empty one furthest away from Jace's, she and Jace would have a nine o'clock curfew, and they wouldn't be allowed alone in the same room with the door closed. And to top it all off she would—
Clary's train of thought was interrupted by Jace nudging her slightly. "Huh?"
"So it's settled then? Yes?" Jace asked, a wicked glint in his eyes.
"What? Oh, um, yeah," Clary answered, pretending like she knew whatever Jace was talking about.
"Great," he sighed in relief. "I was worried you'd find to weird that I like to cross-dress, but now that I know you're up for it, I can't wait! I can be Jessica and you can be Charlie... and as for the BDSM, it's decided that I'll be dom and you'll be sub, right? I have to admit, you're pretty brave for agreeing to try this with me, I can get a little into it... but hopefully nothing a good healing rune can't fix, eh?"
Clary couldn't tell if color had risen to her cheeks or been completely drained from her face. Probably both, if somehow possible.
To Clary's utter relief and partial confusion, Jace started bursting out laughing. "Oh, God, Clary if only you could've seen you're face!"
"You were kidding?" Clary asked, still unsure.
"Yes, my dear, I was kidding."
"Too bad... that BDSM stuff sounded kinda fun," Clary said, a smile playing at her lips.
Jace started laughing again, but Clary raised her eyebrow, hinting that she wasn't kidding. And she might not have been...
"Clary, are you serious?" Jace asked, his expression changing slightly. A hint of excitement showed through his golden eyes.
"Maybe," she said, still unsure. She was still a virgin, and thanks to Marys she would surely stay one for a while.
"You're killing me, Clary," he moaned, throwing one of his perfectly sculpted arms over his eyes.
"How so?"
"Do you know how irresistible you are without even trying? And the fact that I can't even touch you, it's torture."
"You can touch me," Clary said, feeling extra bold. She couldn't believe what was coming out of her mouth, and she even further couldn't believe what came to her mind when she thought that.
"I can?" he asked. He placed one of his well experienced hands on the curve of Clary's waist. Slowly and almost torturous, he slid it down her waist erecting goosebumps on Clary's skin. "I can touch you there?"
"Y-yes," Clary whimpered, hating the fact that they couldn't go much father.
"And how about," Jace said, sliding his hands down to a region that doesn't get enough attention, "here?"
"Yes," Clary whimpered a little louder, mentally scolding herself for not keeping her voice down.
His skilled hand quickly found her clit and began slowly moving it back and fourth, setting a slow and steady pace that would likely be the death of her. "Oh God!"
Clary knew she was getting too loud, but who could blame her? Jace quickly smothered her cries with a kiss that held more passion than Clary thought possible.
Clary felt something rather hard poking against her thigh, exciting her even more. She loved knowing she caused that to happen to him—sure he'd once gotten semi-hard from killing fifteen demons by himself in under half a minute, but either way, Clary loved it.
Things were definitely getting heated and Clary wasn't sure of either of them would be able to stop—if either of them could stop. Jace quickened his pace, resulting in Clary letting out an involuntary moan against his eager lips.
"Ahem."
Clary and Jace both froze to look at each other, slowly turning their heads toward the door, they saw who made the noise.
Isabelle.
They let out a simultaneous sigh of relief that they hadn't been caught by Marys.
"Do you guys even know how loud you're being?" Isabelle groaned at the doorway, obviously not pleased with being there, reprimanding Clary and Jace like they were her own kids.
They continued to stare, still not believing how close they were to being caught.
"Now, I could've very well gone back to bed, letting you two get busted by Mom, but no, I, being the saint I am, came up to warn you two... sex carnivores!"
Jace let out a laugh, soon joined by Clary.
"What?" Isabelle demanded.
"Did you really just call me a 'sex carnivore?'" Jace asked, entertained by the situation.
"Yes I did," Isabelle stated proudly.
Clary smiled. Nothing could beat Isabelle freshly woken up. At all. Nothing could beat Isabelle asleep, she may not make much sense when she sleep-talks, but it is pretty funny.
"Goodnight Isabelle," Jace sang in his melodic voice, a voice that could challenge the sirens, a voice that could make the Angel himself weep.
Isabelle huffed out of the room, mumbling something inaudible, making her way back to her own room. Most likely, she wouldn't even remember this in the morning. Isabelle can function pretty much in her sleep. You think she's awake, she talks to you, occasionally walks around, but really, she's still asleep for the most part, and can't remember a thing when she really wakes up.
"What would we do without her?" Clary asked, snuggling up to Jace.
"Well, I'm guessing I wouldn't be in the current state I'm in."
"New York?" Clary asked, confused by what he meant. What would Isabelle have to do with him being in New York?
"No," Jace said in a slightly pained voice, "not that kind of state,"
Clary's eyes widened with understanding. "Oh." She realized his dilemma. While it was unsatisfying for Clary not to get any... er, release, it was more painful for Jace. "If you want to, I could..."
"No," Jace sighed. "You know Marys will probably ask us something in the morning what with all the noise we were making and she won't even need to use a truth rune with you."
Jace was right. Marys would've heard something and no doubt, and when she said 'no sex', she meant none at all, in any way. Which Clary really hoped was negotiable after time. Barely being able to touch Jace sucked.
"Well, go on," Clary said, blushing. She hoped she wouldn't have to elaborate further. It wouldn't have been the first time Jace had gotten his release in front of Clary, but just the thought of what Jace would be doing right next to her was enough to send her over the edge.
Jace answered with a kiss, and began stroking himself without delay. The bed moved slightly, and the sound of Jace getting himself off was too much for Clary. Her lower regions ached with neglect and want.
Still kissing Jace, she slipped a finger inside of her. Not to get herself off, but just to calm the ache.
Jace moaned against her lips, sending little vibrations against her lips. He was going faster, with more urgency, and Clary had slipped another finger in, moving it around a bit, hitting just the right spots. Clary knew he was getting close.
Although she wasn't really trying, when Jace came, Clary did, too. He came into a Kleenex, making it much easier to clean up, and by the time he had come back from throwing the tissue away, Clary had already drifted into a deep sleep.
"It's your destiny. You must use the runes."
Clary didn't know where the voice was coming from, or who it belonged to, but she did know it wanted her to use the runes of her dreams—badly.
"Use the runes. You must. Only you can."
And apparently Clary was the only one who could use the runes.
"It's you're destiny."
"Clary, wake up."
And now it wanted her to wake up to use the rune...
"Wake up, baby."
And now it sounded a lot like Jace....
Clary awoke with a jolt. Her dream had been much more calm than her past dreams about the damned runes, which she was thankful for. She actually felt kind of rested for once.
She looked up into the golden eyes of Jace.
"Hey, baby," she said sleepily. "What're you doing?"
"Trying to wake you up. You missed training today, but I convinced Marys you needed your sleep, you looked a lot more peaceful last night than you have for a while."
"No sleep-talking, or tossing and turning?"
"No screaming either," he confirmed with a smile and a chaste kiss on her forehead.
"An improvement, then!" she joked. "So what time is it?"
"A little after noon."
"What? How did I sleep that long?" she said, scrambling to get out of bed. Noon? Was he kidding her?
"Calm down, Clary, you needed the rest," Jace said, walking over to where she was, wrapping his arms around her. "Oh, and Marys heard us last night. She talked to me about it this morning."
Clary felt the color rise to her cheeks. "What'd you say to her?"
Jace started grinning. "I told her you had a very interesting dream last night. Good thing you weren't there, you're a horrible liar. Now if she asks you about it, all you have to do is look kinda embarrassed... yeah, like that."
"Jace..." Clary sighed. Great. Now Marys thinks Clary is having wet dreams about her son, just another reason not to like Clary.
"Shh... better not make it sound like you're dreaming again."
"Oh, shut up. I'm hungry, let's go to Taki's," Clary said, hearing her stomach growl. "Right after I take a shower."
"Good idea, I think I'll join you," Jace said, grinning rather... suggestively.
"With the diner or the shower?" Clary asked, stepping closer and wrapping her arms around Jace's neck. She wished she could do something like that.
"Both."
Clary rolled her eyes, ignoring how much she wanted to accept his offer. It really was getting ridiculous, the sexual tension between the two.
Clary decided she would take a nice cold shower. She knew that's what Jace did a lot and she hoped it would work for her. She stepped in and didn't even bother turning on any hot water. That ought to take her mind off of things at least for a little while.
The shower was freezing. Clary swore she could see her breath, but on the plus side, all she could think about was getting out. She washed up quickly and stepped out, drying off and getting dressed just as quickly.
She stepped out, unable to wait for the heat of the blow-dryer.
She was still shivering a little when she came out, and her nose and cheeks were flushed from the cold.
"You okay, Clary?" Jace asked, looking up from the bed.
"F-fine. Just a little c-cold," she answered, desperate to find that damn blow-dryer. Of course, there were other ways of heating up, a more preferred way in Clary's opinion, but that was out of the question in this house.
"Cold shower?" Jace asked, all knowingly.
"Yeah," Clary sighed, fishing the blow-dryer out of the vanity Isabelle and Marys moved into their room.
"How cold?" he asked.
"Not cold enough, apparently," Clary grumbled to herself. She turned the blow-dryer on high before she got a chance to hear Jace's response.
After a half hour, she was warm and ready.
"No, really, Clary, how cold?"
A/N: I could go into detail about Jace and Clary's lunch and a bunch of more useless information, but I decided I'd stop here and get to work on the beginning of chapter two, (which will be much more eventful, I promise you!)
