Hi guys, sorry this took a while to come about but I hope you are happy with this next chapter.
It had been just over a week since Jace and Clary had had any sort of time to themselves. Both were getting impatient to be together again as the week had gone agonizingly slow; to finally have the relief they both sort and ached for- but so far the institute had been rather crowded; as if- "The fucking universe has it in for us" Jace moaned as Alec, who had only spent a mere ten minutes in the place since "making out, (oops, up)" with Magnus, knocked on the door interrupting a rather heated kiss between the pair.
Jace, forgoing picking up a shirt, menacingly opened the door- so hard that it rebounded back towards him. He looked a sight: his hair stuck up in multiple directions, due to Clary's hands running through it; his shirtless back had deep, angry, red scratches running down it, some were already beginning to bleed and would quite possibly need an iratze to heal them; his belt was unbuckled and his trousers hung low on his hips, but he didn't seem to care, all he wanted to do was get rid of the pest at his door. "What?" He practically groaned out.
Alec knew exactly what he had been interrupting and the smug grin that had taken over his features made Jace growl. "Just wanted to say hi, is all" Izzy skidded down the hall at that moment and joined her brother in delaying Jace in his quest. They stood shoulder to shoulder, blocking his doorway so neither could get in (why would they want to see the scene of the crime?) and so that Clary or Jace could get out.
Clary appeared at the door with a huff, she stood in one of Jace's black t-shirts that stopped mid-thigh. "'s'cuse me I'm hungry" she pushed her way passed the three taller bodies feeling Jace's gaze burning into the back of her knowing that he was checking out her rear-end. She too looked a state: her hair was also sticking in random directions; it was quiet clear that she had a lack of a bra under the t-shirt; she also had small black-ish blue-ish bruises littering her neck and arms- quite clearly Jace's way of marking her as his. Clary made her way through the institute meeting no one but hearing the others footsteps behind her.
There was nothing but Izzy's inedible slop stored in the white fridge and Clary didn't feel like trying her luck with that- demons yes, Izzy's food? No way in any dimension. She began to prepare something to eat as her stomach rumbled loud enough to make her worry if anyone had heard, throwing in enough vegetables to make a stir fry for Jace and her: only. "Fancy Duck stir fry Jace, there's some duck left from the Chinese yesterday?"
"That, m'dear, is the best use of a duck I have ever heard. In fact I think that every duck should be rounded up and eaten. I hate the things." Clary shuddered at the pet name but said nothing in return, just added the meat.
"Where's ours?" Izzy and Alec simultaneously asked as she tried to give them the cold shoulder but felt guilty when they groaned from fake hunger pains, louder and louder they moaned until more vegetables were added to the steaming, hot pan.
She stood facing the oven and the cream wall, stirring the pan when she felt something tickling the underside of her arm. Clary swotted at it thinking it was just a fly. The ticklish feeling returned, like the soft breeze on a summers day it tugged at her hair. Said breeze could be felt against the nape of her neck, the ticklish feeling returning once again- slowly crawling up the inside of her thigh.
"Clary…" Her name was moaned softly into her ear by Jace, she could feel his presence behind her, his hard, defined, muscles pressing into her back; his hands planted themselves on her thighs. Clary looked down but could not see him although she could still feel him. "What, how?"
"Shush," he whispered against her neck, "you remember that rune I tested on you when we first met, the rune to turn you invisible? It's along the same lines; it's at the back of the gray book- keeps you concealed from whoever you want to be hidden from." During his explanation his hands had crept slowly upwards, skimmed over her crotch and up over her flat stomach. His nimble fingers grazed the underside of her breasts and tugged at her nipples. Clary tried to moan but found his lips pressed on hers and his tongue in her mouth- stopping the moans from becoming airborne and giving them away. One hand stayed tugging at her right breast and using his more skilled fingers he worked downwards; moving aside her underwear before slipping inside.
She was wet- that much was obvious from the already soaked seat of her panties; circular movements made her breath hitch.
Clary's fingers loosened on the wooden spoon, without her grip it clattered to the floor. Smoke billowed from the pan, alerting Izzy and Alec to the fact that Clary's attention was elsewhere. Alec groaned something like, "another disgusting dinner." And Izzy fluttered over to Clary's side.
Jace's hands had disappeared from her body, leaving her feeling cold; his voice sounded off in the distance, from the doorway. "If you think it's going to be disgusting Alec why don't you eat with Magnus; and Izzy why don't you try taking Simy Whimey on a date." He said it playfully, with a grin plastered on his face, but there was an undertone of 'I mean it, get the fuck out.' Alec took the hint, grabbed his jacket and left muttering about 'how he knew what was going to happen in his absence and ew, ew, not that image.'
Izzy on the other hand either didn't hear the undertone or completely ignored it in favour of pissing Jace off. "It can be salvaged." She said to no one in particular.
"Oh look at the budding Gordon Ramsey over there," was growled at her in response. She smirked knowing exactly what she was doing; she knew what they wanted and was determined to leave at the last possible second before Jace's dagger was plunged wrist deep into her chest. Izzy puttered about in the kitchen after dragging both a half dressed Clary and a still growling Jace to the table.
Ten minutes had passed when she reappeared with Clary's stir fry and two glasses of wine; placing them on the table she slowly backed out- deciding that she'd angered Jace enough for the night. After all it was hard to wear her favoured clothes when there was a dagger skewering her to the wall of the kitchen.
The food was eaten quickly and quietly; Clary couldn't find the words to respond to Jace's obvious and proud eye fuckery. Pushing the rest of the uneaten food around her plate she waited nervously for Jace to make the first move but instead he left the table. Again she waited for him. And waited, and waited. She groaned; what the fuck was taking him so long? She sat there impatiently fidgeting constantly and considered getting up and leaving the table however she stuck it out, waiting a bit more; it wasn't long before she felt a hot breath on her neck. She knew exactly who it was as there was no-one else in the institute, her lips turned slightly upwards into the shape of a smile.
"I hope I didn't keep you too long m'dear" His lips trailed backwards starting from the front of her jaw to just below her ear before nibbling on her ear lobe. Clary let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding and sank back into the chair. A sigh of contentment left her lips- this was where she belonged, in Jace's arms, in the institute- a sanctuary for her kind.
"Relax," she had stiffened when his lips had traced the tender spots on her neck; not out of pain but pleasure. Acute pleasure washed over her every time he ran his teeth or tongue of her body. She slid down in the rickety, wooden chair. It wasn't the most comfortable place to be physically attacked by your boyfriend's lips.
Clary bit down on her lip, months of having to keep quiet had her automatically cover them up. "You can cry out, dear, in fact I encourage it." He smirked up at her from his position against her breasts.
Her cries, when they were allowed to be airborne, drove him mental. He attached his lips to her nipple through his t-shirt. She moaned- and moaned louder and for longer when he nibbled. The cries were like that of sirens to Jace. They simultaneously drove him crazy and just made him want her more. His lips tugged one last time at the material before leaving it slightly damp and sticking to her chest.
His hands bunched at her waist- scrunching the t-shirt in his hands- trying his best to decide what he wanted to do now. He'd waited so long and thought about every possible move several times now. He checked once again that the stele was firmly in his pocket and that there was no way it could fall out- again. He couldn't wait any longer and neither could she. He stood up, leaving a bewildered Clary sat in the chair with huge dark pages where her nipples had been in his mouth. He moved slowly like the lion on the African plain- stalking quietly and soundlessly to behind her. He settled on his knees, his chin resting on her shoulder and arms wrapping around her waist; a stele in his left, more dominant hand. Slowly he placed its tip against his right wrist; drawing slowly the pattern on three circles intertwined. The pattern reminded Clary of a three-way ven-diagram from school. That was until he slashed one line directly through the middle.
Slowly he began to fade- he took on a pale quality and began to become translucent; he looked like a ghost that had been trapped for eternity. Clary could still feel his arms around her- that was until he lifted them off to purposely tease her. She tried to focus on what she thought may be his form but couldn't- nothing was visible, not even a faint outline of his body. Without warning a hand was placed over her crotch and her panties pushed aside. She expected a finger but when she felt the same hot breeze as before a second before his tongue lashed out she moaned.
Clary tasted exquisite to Jace and he moaned along with her. The vibrations his moans caused made her insides quiver. Instead of swiping her again he pulled up. His hair brushed against her breast as he simultaneously licked at the underside of her breasts and plunged first on, then two fingers deep inside of her. The pressure was too much as she writhed about in the chair, his free hand stroking the length of her torso, she could feel herself building higher- soon the dam would break.
Jace could feel the pressure she exerted on his fingers and, knowing she was close, began to whisper in her ear- "Cream yourself. Come on, m'dear, come" She did and it was explosive. She didn't know how long she couldn't hear or see for but when she came round, Jace was carrying her back to their bedroom.
The rune he had drawn on the inside of his wrist had faded and worn off; she could see him now, the blush high on his cheekbones and the clothes he was still swaddled in.
The bed was still in disarray from earlier so it took no time for them to become comfortable. Jace placed the stele on the bedside table- he didn't want this to end prematurely. They were both still clothed- Clary less so than Jace- so when, finally, they did lay down and begin to kiss that was the first thing Jace worked on; the loosening of his belt and the swift kicking off of his trousers. Neither could wait so when he was half naked Clary's hand slipped inside his boxers and stoked; a groan vibrated low in his chest, Clary could feel it through her t-shirt and right into her own. It echoed her need- their need for each other.
Her shirt was next leaving her chest fully exposed to his eyes and ministrations. Jace bent down to press tender kisses to her nipples- making her feel adored and more pleasured at that moment than him nibbling would have.
Clary's hand bunched his t-shirt at the waist, desperate to feel his bare chest against hers. Sensing her need he pulled away from kissing her naval to remove his shirt and look down at her. His boxers were the next item of clothing to go.
That, Clary had to admit was the least graceful thing she had ever seen him do- he had gotten tangled in them in his haste to get them off. His face flushed a deep red when she laughed at him. She didn't mean to but couldn't help it.
Finally he had gotten free and sprang back on the bed. He landed between her legs which cradled him against her. "Have you ever done this before?"
Even before he had finished the sentence she had begun to shake her head, "you know I haven't" she said, "I know you have, how could you not- look at you."
"Good," he said fiercely, "I want to be your first" His smile was predatory. Clary's breath hitched and her eyes took on a look of awe. She willed her fingers to move and trace Jace's runes and multiple scars. Up, across, down, up and across again. She repeated the cycle a total of three times before his hand caught her hand in a tight grasp. Her eyes flickered up to his noticing that he was stripped of his arrogant facade, she sensed he was becoming more and more impatient with her as she stalled for time.
It wasn't that she wanted to not go ahead with it; she just wanted a little time to savour and admire his shockingly good looks. As if he knew what she thinking he whispered into her ear "I know, I'm attractive aren't I?" and dropped his left eye into a cheeky wink. Clary laughed breathlessly and shoved him a little, Jace smiled down at her; he couldn't believe how lucky he was. His right hand squeezed her waist and a little giggle left Clary's lips. He stared at her incredulously. "You're ticklish?" he asked shocked.
Clary's eyes widened as a menacing smile broke out across Jace's face. "No, please don't!" she pleaded knowing what he was thinking. His hands attacked her stomach, the air filled with Clary's breathless sequels and cries for him to stop. They rolled around the bed a little bit, Clary ending up on top of Jace, pinning his arms above his head. The only sounds that could be heard were their gasps for air. His eyebrows raised at the suggestive position as his heartbeat sped up at the sight of her on full display straddling him. "Now I like this position way better" he grinned.
She dropped his hands in favour of covering her breasts. Jace shook his head as if to say- now, now, no need for that. He reached up and covered her breasts for her; pleasure zipped across her as he ran his thumbs across her already puckered nipples. Goosebumps erupted across her flesh as he rocked against her. Sitting up slightly he pressed kisses against her again and again.
Jace flipped them so once again he was cradled by her thighs. Down and down again; closer and closer but not close enough for Clary. She needed him desperately. Under his slow speed she became impatient. They both needed this, so, why the fuck was he being so slow? The next stop for him was home. He plunged in fast. She was wet but needed to be wetter for what he had in mind. Clary was close and the pressure was finally building- that glorious pleasure that had her nearly weeping was almost too much to bear anymore. Jace's thumb skittered over her clit and she came fast and hard; all over his tongue.
Dragging himself away and up he kissed her on the lips and she could taste herself once again. "Are you ready?" She could do nout but nod. He sat up and reached for the stele- a pattern of two triangles interlaced was the contraceptive rune- it could be placed on either the male or the female but was traditionally placed on the female- just above the naval over the womb. After the stele was placed again on the bedside table, always prepared, he drew out the black lines.
Jace positioned himself against her and she felt the delicious pressure of him against her inner most, sopping folds and grew impatient. She drew him in; flexing around him- the pressure drove Jace insane as did her moans. The first set of moans- the ones of pain- drove him insane in an entirely different way to the second set; the glorious beautiful moans of a woman finally getting what she wanted were music to his ears.
He thrust slowly at first then getting faster. The friction alone was enough to take Clary over. She came, her essence dripping around his shaft. Jace flipped them, so she was on top. The new position allowed him to gain deeper access to her. It also allowed his hands to be free- one placed itself securely on her left breast causing delicious friction to her nipple and the other situated itself between her legs against the curls and her clit. They were both racing towards the end now. So close they could both see it. The cliff top they were both running full throttle towards with no intention of stopping loomed higher.
They both needed something to set them over. Clary leant her hands against his chest and pressed her pale pinks lips to his. His tongue in her mouth in the same rhythm as his shaft- buried deep inside her; combined with the friction of both hands had her over. It wasn't long before the squeezing had him coming inside of her.
They settled in next to each other, Clary's leg swung over his and her head tucked into his neck- pressing sleepy kisses everyone and then. He couldn't leave it at that- he wanted more and resolved to get it; even if he had to kill the others for some peace.
Hey Guys, did you enjoy it? I really like how this short piece has worked out and I hope you do to. I originally said it was just going to be the two chapters; but I have grown attached to the idea that they just can't find peace. So, I put it down to you, would you like more chapters; ones where they have to be quiet or maybe they utilise a different space?
If you do would you leave a review (or pm me) and tell me? You can add requirements to the chapter, a special place, a special thing.
I look forward to hearing from you.
~Geenii
