Jace and Clary's wedding part 4, chap. 2
Chapter song(s): Sex on fire- kings of Leon
Clary giggled as Jace shut the door to the hotel room behind them. He broke away from where he was trailing kisses down her neck to reach into his pocket. He opened a velvet box, and Clary's breath caught in her throat. Inside were two stunning silver wedding rings, one a silver band with a fingerprint stretching across the whole ring. The other had braided silver set of vine like strands with diamonds, collecting all together to look like a rose, diamonds set to cover the petals. Clary put her hand over her mouth. "I thought I could at least do this to make this day something like your dream wedding..." Clary nodded. "They're perfect." He smiled, and slid the rose ring on her ring finger, and she slid the finger print one on his wring finger. "Interesting choice." She commented, while turning the lock on the door.
"Remember when I had you put your index finger in an ink pad at then put your finger print on the peice of plastic?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, what did you think it was for?"
"Jace?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up." She said, and grabbed his neck, drawing his lips to hers. His hands slid up and down her back, brushing her butt more than once. Jace unzipped her zipper, stopping at her lower back, only pausing to shed his coat. She grabbed his tie, jerking him to her again. The tie was tossed to the floor, and Jace looked at the pins in her hair with hate. "These need to go." And so they did, tossed onto the nightstand. She practically ripped his shirt open, and it was on the ground in seconds. Her dress was unzipped the rest of the way, and she let it slide to the floor, stepping forward so that it no longer pooled around her ankles. "Oh, that is SO sexy Jace groaned when she flipped all her hair to the side, taking her necklace off and tossing it on the nightstand as well. Jace's dress pants hung low on his waist, showing off his muscled chest and the way his hip bones dipped into a sharp V. Jace pressed Clary against the door, his hands running up and down her torso, trailing the lines of her lacy black lingerie. And somehow they ended up on the bed, Jace towering over Clary. He trailed kisses down her stomach, starting at her chest and slowly making his way down. Clary unbuckled Jace's belt, his pants sliding down. And then the thing they had both been waiting for happened.
