Just to prove that I have this story all planned out I'm postong the first chapter early, aren't you lucky.
Anyone who reads my stories knows I take eons to update *smiles sheepishly* :)
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Clary awoke to the sun shining brightly on her face. Slowly she opened her eyes and raised a hand to shield her face. Unlike New York City where the sun was blocked by the skyscrapers and countless office buildings, there was nothing to bloke the brilliant sun of Idris. With a groan she rolled over and pulled the sheets over her head. She was still exhausted from the celebration party in Angel Square. Everyone had stayed well into the night and it felt as if she had crawled into bed seconds ago.
A knock on her door matched the throbbing inside her head. "What?" She mumbled. Amatis' annoyed voice drifted through the wooden door, "Clary someone is here to see you." With a groan she mumbled, "Tell Simon to go away before I sell his X-box on eBay." Amatis laughed and pushed open the door, "Simon isn't here Clary."
Confused at who would come and see her at this time in the morning Clary sat up and starred at Amatis, "Then who-" She broke off when she heard a familiar voice drift up the stairs, "I thought you might be less irritable if you had something nice to look at when you woke up, but alas Amatis insisted on waking you up."
Adrenaline surged through Clary. Ignoring the sleepy haze and the throbbing in her head she threw the sheets off, grabbed some clothes and ran toward the bathroom. As she rushed down the hall she yelled over her shoulder at Amatis, "You could have mentioned it was Jace!" Before she slammed the bathroom door Clary heard an unmistakable laugh, and she almost could picture the smug smile on his face.
After changing and trying, unsuccessfully, to tame her hair Clary took the stairs two at a time. She paused at the bottom trying to control her rapid heartbeat. As she rounded the corner to the kitchen she caught sight of him. He was seated at the table, leaning back in his chair so far that the front legs were off the ground. The sunlight streaming in through the open window made his hair seem to glow. It had gotten darker, more gold than blond, and Clary liked it that way. Amatis glared at him and he returned the chair to all four legs.
Amatis had set out a plate of pancakes, basket of muffins, bowels of fruit and pitchers of juice. Amatis was busy at the stove and the sizzle of bacon frying echoed throughout the room. "Impressive spread." Jace's head whipped toward her and a warm smile lit up his face. "Good morning sweetheart," Jocelyn kissed the top of her head and walked past Clary into the kitchen. Luke followed slowly after.
Jocelyn turned toward Jace and frowned. She sat at the table without saying anything. Clary glared at her and sat next to Jace. Luke yawned from his seat next to Jocelyn and reached for a muffin. Before he could grab one, Amatis slapped his hand with a spatula. Carefully she set the plate of bacon on the table and glared at Luke. "Manners Lucian, guests first."
Luke sighed and drew back his hand. Amatis nodded toward Jace and then at the food. Clary watched as surprise washed over his face. It wasn't a secret that Clary's mother wasn't fond of him and obviously he had thought Amatis would be the same. "It looks delicious, but no thank you, I've already eaten."
Amatis smiled and sat down next to Clary, "Ah, Maryse got to you first." Jace laughed and Luke cleared his throat. "Can I eat without being abused now?" Amatis rolled her eyes and Luke dug in.
Clary began forking pancakes and bacon on her plate. "You sure you're not hungry?" Jace smiled and grabbed an apple from the basket. "Remind me to bring you to dinner sometime, and then you'll understand." Clary just furrowed her eyebrows.
"Maryse learned how to cook in France, and she cooks enough to feed an army," Luke mumbled through a full mouth.
"Lucian!" Amatis and Jocelyn exclaimed. Luke swallowed, "Sorry."
"Kibble doesn't do it for you, I assume?" Jace's tone was light but Luke growled. Clary glanced at him in surprise but smiled when she saw his blue eyes were gleaming with humor. "So," Jocelyn looked at Jace over her coffee, "what brings you here so early Jace?" Clary suppressed a groan and cut into her pancakes. Jace's hand brushed her thigh and she almost choked.
"To let you know Magnus will be opening the portal this afternoon."
Clary frowned and pushed a piece of bacon around her plate. "I forgot we were leaving today."
Jace laughed and bit into his apple, "No worries, I've brought it upon myself to be your personal guide."
"Personal guide to where, exactly?" Jocelyn had set down her coffee and Clary knew that the interrogation was only starting.
Jace held her mother's intimidating gaze and took another bite of his apple. "Around." Jocelyn sat up and narrowed her eyes. Clary kicked Jace under the table, he smirked. Obviously he enjoyed aggravating her mother, but Clary wished he would stop giving Jocelyn reasons to hate him.
"I figured Clary would like to see Alicante, minus the demons and destruction." Clary took a bite of a pancake and shivered. Horrible images of the war sprang into her head. Gently, Jace brushed his hand against hers under the table. She opened her hand and laced her fingers through his; he began to rub circles into the back of her hand with his thumb.
Almost as if she could sense that they were holding hands, Jocelyn glared at Clary. Quickly she pulled her hand out of Jace's. Jace frowned and brought his hands behind his head. He pushed his chair back onto its hind legs and starred Jocelyn down. "I was planning on taking Clary along the canal and then to the Fairchild Manor."
Jocelyn choked on her coffee. Venom dripped from her words, "You're taking my daughter where?"
Jace shrugged, "The Fairchild Manor, everyone who comes to Idris goes to see it."
Jocelyn pushed her chair back and stood. "I won't allow it."
Before Clary could protest, Amatis looked up from her breakfast. "I believe it's a wonderful idea." Jocelyn's eyes burned with fury and she opened her mouth only to be silenced by Amatis. "Clary has the right to see the manor, Jocelyn. I understand how you feel, but it's her past as much as yours."
Jocelyn huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Why can't Isabelle or Alec take you?"
Clary slammed her fork down, "Mom!"
Jace didn't seem affected by Jocelyn's harsh tone. "Alec is at the Gard with Robert, and Isabelle is spending the day with Simon." Clary had to resist the urge to blush, God only knows what Isabelle will do with Simon if the have the whole day together.
"I don't like this. Luke?" Luke leaned back and gazed at Jace. Clary pleaded with her eyes; Luke was always more levelheaded. "I believe it's up to Clary," Luke held up his hand before Jocelyn could interrupt, "She really hasn't had a pleasant time here, Lyn. I think going to the manor will leave her with a happy memory of Idris."
Clary smiled and glanced at Jace. Jocelyn glared at her and the look sliced through Clary like knives. "I want you back before we leave for the Gard, also I don't want you outside the city limits," She looked at Jace, "is that clear?" Jace gave her lazy smile and nodded. Jocelyn walked out of the kitchen in a huff and Luke reluctantly followed.
Jace looked at her and arched an eyebrow. "So when do want to leave?" Clary pushed her chair back and stood. "Now, before my mother comes back with a seraph blade." Jace laughed and rocked back further on the chair. It was still on its back legs and Clary couldn't help but imagine him falling backwards.
Without looking up from her plate Amatis spoke in a cool voice, "Jace Herondale I suggest you put that chair back on all fours before I make you regret sitting at my table."
Jace brought the chair back down, his grin had disappeared. "Yes Ma'am." Clary couldn't help but laugh; she had never seen Jace so serious or polite. He scowled halfheartedly at her and stood. Clary realized with a frustrating jolt that he had gotten taller. Her eyes were level with his shoulder. She scowled at him and he grinned. How was it possible that he could get taller overnight?
Jace pushed his chair in and murmured a thank you and a farewell to Amatis. Clary hugged her and whispered a thank you. Amatis smiled and pushed her toward Jace. He laced his fingers through hers and led her toward the door. Relief washed over Clary as the made their way out the door and down the narrow canal street without Jocelyn coming after them.
Jace glanced at her and smiled seeming to share herthoughts. As they made their way down the street, Jace kept glancing back toward the house. After a few minutes he stopped and Clary looked up at him. Jace was looking back and Clary turned slightly to see what he was looking at. The canal road was quiet and the sound of water splashing against the stone wall drowned out the birds. The houses were the same rustic stone but Clary couldn't see Amatis' house and the white lace curtains billowing out of the window.
Jace caught her gaze and gently brushed his fingers across her cheek. "Finally," he whispered. Before she could move closer Jace pulled her toward him and kissed her. Without hesitation she wrapped her arms around his neck and rose up on her toes so she could meet him. The kiss was gentle and light, just like the breeze blowing off of the water.
All too soon Jace broke the kiss. Clary still marveled at how such a simple kiss could make her feel on fire. Jace brushed his mouth against hers and Clary parted her lips slightly inviting him to kiss her again. He did, but it was light and quick, nothing like the ones outside the Wayland Manor. "You're a tease," Clary whispered.
Jace smiled against her mouth and as he spoke his lips brushed hers, "Just a little, but I know you love it." Little electric currents ran through her body. She was flush against him, even their knees where touching.
"Ass," she murmured.
"Mhmm"
Jace brushed his lips against her jaw until he reached her neck. There he placed a kiss and Clary lifted her chin up slightly inviting him to kiss further. He did and Clary's breathing picked up. Jace brought his lips to her ear and his warm breath made her shiver, "I suggest we get out of here before your mom comes running down the street with a dagger."
Clary's response was cut off as Jace kissed her. This kiss was hungry and full of fire, no longer gentle and light. She pulled away to gasp for air and nodded her head in agreement. Jace smirked and grabbed her hand. Quickly they walked down the canal street, following a roadtoward the country and the Fairchild Manor.
Fluff-ish chapter, I know surprising isn't it? No worries though readers (and hopefully REVIEWERS) the action will start very soon!
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And then you would have to wait two months before you get to read the makeout scene :(
