A/N: Jonathan and Clary ARE NOT RELATED TO EACH OTHER in this fic!
The next day was Saturday and Clary woke up to a cold bed. She wasn't surprised and it was probably for the best. Luke would probably kill Jace if he found out about last night. She shivered as she thought of the heat of Jace's lips on hers. She tried to dismiss it for him just being drunk but… she wasn't sure.
She flung the covers off her and checked her phone.
[ I. Lightwood ] Can I come over?
The text message was timestamped 8 am. She looked at the clock and realized it was nearly 11 am. Quickly she texted back that it would be fine for her to come over.
She changed, put her hair up and went downstairs, Jace and Luke were talking in hushed whispers. "Morning." She grumbled.
Luke and Jace stood up straight and seemed to resolve to speak later. "Secrets aren't cool dad."
"Neither is how late you woke up. Your mother's been in a tiff all day. She knows you snuck liquor and I'm in trouble for letting you smoke." Luke said grumpily.
"Sorry, dad," Clary said hanging her head as she grabbed cereal and milk. There was no school today, as it was Saturday but that meant some of the boys would be doing a run.
Clary padded into the living room and sat down on the worn-out sofa. She picked the marshmallows out of her Lucky Charms cereal and flipped on college football. She didn't really understand the game. She knew about touchdowns and field goals but that was really it. She looked at the TV, Clemson and Alabama State were playing. The season had barely started.
Luke had gone to arrange a run with the boys and Clay didn't really want to know much about that. She had a basic idea of what went on but the details were better left to the guys in the MC.
She felt someone sit down next to her on the couch and turned to find Jace looking at her. Jace grabbed the spoon out of her bowl and took a giant bite of her Lucky Charms, giving her a big smile as she narrowed her eyes at him.
"Go get your own bowl. There's plenty in there."
"But yours taste so much better, baby girl," he said, winking at her and licking the last of the milk off the spoon.
She stuck her tongue out at him and made a face. "How's your hangover?" She asked him.
"Shitty. Someone needs to take the bottle away from me when I get that drunk." Jace said.
"That's definitely not my job." She said playfully. "When will you guys be getting back from the run?"
"It's just a weekend trip so we'll be back in time for me to pick you up from school on Monday," Jace replied.
"Nice," Clary said, picking her cereal back up and munching on it.
"Hey, Clary?" Jace asked.
Jace couldn't take his eyes off of her mouth, remembering exactly how it felt against his the night before. Drunk or not, he would never forget her soft lips and tongue moving against his.
"Yeah, Jace?" she responded, looking at him inquisitively. He looked around quickly to make sure no one was in the general vicinity.
"About last night..." he said, rubbing the back his neck.
"I told you, no one will ever know. Besides, we were both drunk. It was just something that two drunk people did together. What does it matter in the grand scheme of things?"
Jace couldn't believe the words leaving her mouth. Had it just been nothing to her? Because even if all they'd done was kiss and sleep, it'd sure meant a hell of a lot to him.
She was pretty drunk though and it made him wonder if she would've ever responded the way she did if she were sober. Fuck, he really wanted to find out but common sense came sweeping back in.
She was the princess of the MC and he was the last guy that was ever supposed to have her whether he wanted her or not. But even though he told himself this over and over again, he couldn't help how he felt.
He didn't want to put any pressure on her. He wanted her to return his feelings because they came about naturally. She was still young and anyway he tried to influence her could come back to bite him in the ass in the long run.
In the meantime, he would try his best to treat her like he always had. To keep her away from guys like Sebastian and try to not think about her like anything other than his Prez' daughter and the girl he'd been groomed to protect for as long as he could remember. That was going to be easier said than done.
He looked over at her, just staring at the game on TV and finishing up her breakfast and he already knew he was screwed. When he'd woken up and seen her cheek pressed to the pillow with messy bed head, she'd still been the most beautiful girl in the world and fuck if he didn't wish he could wake up to that every morning.
"Good, just checking." He said half-heartedly. If only he would've caught Clary's half defeated look before her normal sweet demeanor took back over.
A few hours later basically the whole MC was crammed into the house awaiting orders from their Prez. Luke whistled and the boys stopped chattering. "Alright boys, you know the deal: no cops, no stops so we're taking the back ways. We're avoiding the border crossing like hell so we've got some boys from a Canadian charter opening up a field for us to cross through. We're going up tonight, picking up the goods and coming back in time for y'all to fuck your women on Monday night." There was some laughter and Clary shook her head…
She was currently reading Lord of the Rings, which was part of her reading assignment for the upcoming year at school. She was a junior and the book had been assigned to her on the first day of class. She looked up, saw Jace and smiled at him sweetly. He looked pumped for the run and she was glad.
The boys were starting to disperse after some more instructions from Luke and Jace. Jace came into the living room, and smirked at her, showing his chipped tooth. "I'm about to go. I'll see you after school on Monday, ok?"
"Yeah ok, sounds good." She said calmly. She walked out with him and noticed his leather jacket was unzipped if they were going to be riding into the night all the way to Canada then he needed to be protected in case anything happened while they were on the road. Just before he got on his bike she zipped up his jacket in front of everyone and kissed his cheek softly. There was a tiny bit of stubble there and she liked the way it felt. "Be safe, take care of my dad."
His cheeks flamed and he smiled at her. "Will do, baby girl, will do!" He got on his bike, kick-started it and began pulling out of the drive with her dad in front of him. She blew the boys a kiss and they all waved. She felt a hand on her back, it was her mother.
"You're in a bit of trouble aren't you young lady?" Her mother said.
"Mommm! C'mon! It was fun!"
"Did you seriously think I wouldn't realize my favorite liquor had suddenly disappeared off the face of the planet?" She said scoldingly.
"Well… I can hope." Clary said, trying to sound innocent.
"Riiight, you better finish reading that book. Don't you have a paper due on Tuesday?"
"Ugh, yeah I do." Clary made a face. She hated writing papers about books, even if she was enjoying them. Dissecting what happened and why it happened ruined all the fun. "But Izzy is coming over. She and her mom are, you know…"
"Arguing?" Jocie attempted to clarify.
"No, you know how Robert is!" Clary said heaving a sigh and walking back inside. "He's got the worst wandering hands I've ever seen and poor Mars, she just never really stood a chance, did she?" Clary babbled. Mars was what Maryse Lightwood preferred to be called by everyone.
There was a firm set now to Jocie's shoulders. "This is the life we live, Clarissa. It pays the bills and keeps a roof over your head. Maryse knew what she was getting into when she married Rob."
Clary sighed. "I know." She said, resigned.
For whatever reason Izzy didn't get there until about 12:30, she came with Alec, her older brother. He was a prospect for the Red Demons and had graduated school the previous spring. Clary and Alec didn't get along famously but she could make do.
Clary was firmly torn between telling her best friend what had happened last night and swearing her to secrecy or just keeping it to herself.
"Hey guys, some of the other prospects and I are going to get beers. I'll be back tonight?"
"Yeah, sounds good," Izzy said. "We'll be here, I've got a paper I have to write and obviously Clary is the brains around here so she's going to help me." Clary rolled her eyes. It wasn't true at all. Isabelle was just better at math and science than English. In a way, it worked out because Clary was useless with a calculator or her lab stuff so they helped each other out.
"So how was your night?" Izzy asked curiously.
"Fine. Stole some of mom's liquor and smoked weed with my dad and Jace." Clary said as she typed away on her computer.
"Did your mom totally flip, or what?"
"Yeah, she's not too happy with me right now."
"I love how our parents brought us into this world but expect us to behave ourselves and act like we're not submerged in the world of bikers, old ladies, drugs, sex, and violence. Like they were saints at our age," Izzy complained.
"Doubtful, Very doubtful," Clary laughed at Izzy's attitude.
They put pencil to paper and began to tackle their homework. They worked for close to two hours before they decided to give it a rest.
"So I wanted to tell you, I got a date for tonight," Izzy said, excitedly.
"Really? That's great, Iz. Do I know him?" Clary inquired.
"No, he's this guy I met through this app Sebastian told me about. You just sign up, make a profile and start swiping to choose who you like. If someone likes you too, then you just start talking and can do what you want from there."
Clary thought about it for a moment. She knew the one person she had ever wanted was her parents' best friend and even if they accepted her feelings, Jace didn't see her that way...at least not when he wasn't drunk.
The way he was acting when he brought up their activities from the previous night made it seem like he regretted it so even if she didn't, she'd just have to find a way to get over him. He didn't want her. She was too young. She was off limits.
She figured she could use the help to find someone to occupy her time and keep her mind off of Jace. None of the guys at her school interested her. At the very least, maybe she'd find a friend to hang out with that was outside the world she was stuck in.
"What's the app called?"
"Tinder. Come on, download it on your phone and let's make you a profile."
It took the two girls only a couple minutes to set up an account for Clary. When they came to the section asking for age, Izzy snatched the phone.
"What are you doing, Iz?"
"We have to embellish your age a little bit." Clary looked at her, skeptically. "Think about it, no one is going to want to date a 16-year-old. Trust me."
Clary could see her point. She supposed she was probably a little younger than most people using the app. And obviously, she was attracted to guys who were older if a certain biker god was any indication.
"Don't worry, we'll only make you a little bit older. That's what I did. We'll just say you're 18," Izzy explained.
Clary sighed. Leave it to Izzy to do something like this. Once her age was set Izzy handed Clary's phone back and she started swiping. She leaned back in her office chair, it was a bit beat up like the rest of the furniture in the house but it was comfortable and that's what mattered. Izzy was still swiping on her phone when Clary got her first match. She matched with a guy named Jonathan Morgenstern, she had no idea who he was or where he was from. His profile was non-existent but his age was listed as 21.
[ C. Garroway ] Hi!
[ J. Morgenstern ] Aye! How you doin'?
[ C. Garroway ] Good =) It's Saturday night. What are you up to?
[ J. Morgenstern ] Chillin' with the boys. Drinking some beers.
[ C. Garroway ] Oh nice. I'm chillin' with my friend, working on homework.
[ J. Morgenstern ] Are you in college?
[ C. Garroway ] Yeah. Art major.
[ J. Morgenstern ] Ok, well do you want to talk some more? My number is (212) 123-4567.
[ C. Garroway ] Yeah, sure.
Clary immediately switched over to texting him. She was excited to have matched with someone on her first try using the app and couldn't wait to see where it took her.
[ C. Garroway ] Hey, it's Clary.
[ J. Morgenstern ] I figured. So, what are your plans for the night?
[ C. Garroway ] Just finishing up this paper and then I don't know, I didn't really have anything specific planned...You?
[ J. Morgenstern ] Just chilling, hoping you might wanna meet up?
Clary was a little nervous. She never expected things to move so fast. She figured, she'd maybe talk to someone for a few days and feel the situation out and then if all seemed good, then she'd make plans to meet up with them. Obviously, that wasn't the way that things worked.
She decided she'd talk to the guy for awhile and see if she felt like it was a good idea but for now, she would give him a noncommittal answer.
[ C. Garroway ] Let me finish up here. Then we'll see what's up.
[ J. Morgenstern ] Sounds good.
Clary showed Izzy the texts. "Clary, we really have to be careful. You know our dads have enemies. Maybe we should have our date's just meet us at the same place. Well, of course, do it someplace public but that way, we're not alone with these guys the first time we meet them."
Clary was actually just about to suggest the same thing. She watched the news, mostly as background to reading or doing homework, but the stories were hard to miss. She knew the things that could happen to women when they did stupid things like meet strange guys, alone and out in the middle of nowhere.
"Agreed, we should have them meet us at that bar that doesn't card over on Washington Street," Clary said.
"Excellent, I'll text Meliorn and let him know that's where we're going tonight." She grabbed her phone and sent him a message "Okay, so here," she handed Clary a can of pepper spray and a short knife, "hopefully, we won't need them but just in case."
"I don't think we will but a girl can never be too careful," Clary said, tucking her very own self-defense kit into a fold, in her purse on the bed.
Clary refocused on the task at hand and said, "Now about that part about the boys on the island? That's Lord of the Flies, not Lord of the Rings…."
After another 2 hours work, it was time for dinner. She and Jonathan had been texting back and forth and he seemed like a nice guy. Clary had been trying to gauge his intentions and see if he was expecting something from her. She just wanted to get to know someone. Jonathan seemed to be on the same page. She decided it would be fine to go meet him and just hang out.
Jocie made chicken, potatoes, stuffing and green beans. When they sat down Jocie looked around at the food. There was enough for an army. "I guess the boys are going to get leftovers. Sorry girls, I'm used to cooking for an army."
Izzy and Clary just smiled and laughed. Clary ate well and they sat and had coffee after dinner like a couple of old ladies. "I'm going out tonight mom, so is Izzy."
"Does Mars know?" Jocie asked.
"Yeah," Izzy said sipping her coffee.
"So everyone's going to be safe right? We don't have the boys around to protect us and we need to mind our P's and Q's." Jocie stressed.
Clary sighed, her mother was right. "We'll be fine. Izzy has a date with a fine young man."
Jocie smiled at her girls and said, "Why don't you girls go get ready and I'll clean up?"
"Ok, mom."
Izzy headed upstairs but Jocie stopped Clary. "Please be careful. Don't get wasted or anything, and be on your guard."
"Ok, will do," Clary said, shrinking away from her mom. She jogged up the stairs and met Izzy. They changed, Izzy did Clary's makeup and Clary curled her hair. It was always kind of curly and wavy but not in a very organized way so Clary took a curling iron and fixed it to her satisfaction. She got the nod from Izzy and she liked what she saw in the mirror so she figured she was good to go. She picked up her phone and sent off a text.
[ C Garroway ] Hey, I'm finally finished. Still, want to hang out?
[ J. Morgenstern ] Definitely. Do you want me to come pick you up?
[ C. Garroway ] Actually, I was thinking you could meet me at Blitz. They don't card so...
[ J. Morgenstern ] Oh yeah, I used to drink there all the time before I turned 21. I'll meet you there in 20?
[ C. Garroway ] I'll be waiting =*)
A little over ten minutes later, Clary and Izzy arrived at Blitz, making sure to walk in separately, in case either one of their dates had gotten there early.
Since neither one of them saw the guy they were supposed to be meeting, they walked up to the bar and ordered a drink. They sat at tables that weren't too far away from each other but still at enough of a distance that they each had their privacy.
Clary noticed a tall man with long dark hair walk up to Izzy and kiss her on the cheek. As she turned back to her drink, she saw him. Jonathan looked...amazing. He had white blonde hair and the most gorgeous green eyes.
He spotted her and headed in her direction. She stood as he reached her table. "Hi!" She reached her hand out for him to shake. "I'm Clary."
His mouth tilted up just a little at the corner and he grabbed her hand, slowly appraising her with his eyes before speaking. "I know."
She thought about how gorgeous he was and figured if she did decide to actually have a relationship with this guy, she didn't want to start it out with a lie so she decided to come clean. "I have a confession to make. I'm not actually 18."
His lips turned up even more at that. "And exactly how old are you?"
She texted him her actual age, making sure to avoid anyone that might be listening. They may be in a bar that didn't card but if someone actually overheard her real age, she didn't think they'd be so cool about serving her alcohol.
He looked down at his phone and then looked back at her. "Okay," he said, shrugging, "I can live with that."
Clary and Jonathan had been talking and drinking for a little over an hour when they heard a loud noise from the side entrance of the bar. They both turned and saw that it was a group of guys wearing cuts. Clary couldn't see what they looked like through the low light of the room and haze of alcohol but surprisingly, Jonathan seemed to know them.
He stood up and told he'd be right back, giving her a look that wasn't familiar to her but looked a bit like a mixture of nerves and anger, however, it was gone as quickly as it came.
She watched him walk over to the group of men and they greeted him like he was a close friend. For a moment, Clary panicked. There were a few MCs around that were serious Red Demon enemies and she didn't need to put herself in a situation where she had to explain dating a rival club member to her father. That just wasn't a thing you did.
However, she reasoned with herself that Jonathan was a really nice guy. He'd treated her with nothing but respect since he walked in the door, even after finding out she'd lied to him so she didn't have any reason to be suspicious of him. Plus, he wasn't even wearing a cut...and what biker walked around without his cut?
She looked over and saw Izzy on the dance floor, completely wrapped up with Meliorn. She was apparently having a good time as well.
Clary took the last sip of her fourth screwdriver and decided to go get another drink while she was waiting for her date to return. She not so gracefully made her way up to the bar and ordered from the bartender.
She looked back at the door where Jonathan had been standing with whatever club that had come in but they were no longer there. She did a quick scan of the bar and saw them sitting at a table at the back with Jonathan standing in front of it. He looked at her and put his finger up, indicating he'd be with her in a minute.
One downside was that part of the reason for doing this was to get to know someone outside of their lifestyle and whether he belonged to an MC or not, he was obviously close with at least some of the members of one.
Just as she was being handed her drink, she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Don't turn around or respond to me in any way."
"What's going on, Iz? I thought we were going to act like we didn't know each other?"
"We need to get the hell out of here, Clary. That guy you're with, I didn't get a good look at him when he came in and I could only see his profile when you guys were sitting together but we need to get as far away from him and his friends as possible as quickly as we can."
Clary started to panic again but she did her best not to show it. Schooling her features, she asked, "those are Black Vipers, aren't they?" It would be her luck.
"Yes and that guy you're with? I didn't realize it before but he's the VP. Clary, you're on a date with the VP of our biggest rival and we need to get the fuck out of here now. Make an excuse and make it sound believable."
"I might need some help with that. Can you make an excuse with Meliorn first, go outside and call me?"
"On it," Izzy said before walking back to her table.
Clary chanced a look back at Jonathan and the other Vipers to make sure they hadn't witnessed the exchange but they still seemed to be engaged in whatever murder, sex ring or drug deal they were discussing.
She paid the bartender and picked up her drink, carrying it back to her table. She sat down and laid, her phone on the table, thinking that Izzy's call couldn't come soon enough. She realized that if Jonathan hadn't returned to the table by the time the call came in, she'd have to either wait or actually knowingly put herself in danger by approaching the group to let him know she was leaving.
What if one of them recognized her? Her parents and Jace had done an amazing job at keeping her out of the eyes of the other MCs but there had been a few incidents over the years where she'd been seen with her parents by other bikers.
It was only a minute or so later before the call came in. She picked it up knowing that it was Izzy. As soon as she answered, she saw Jonathan sit back down in front of her.
"Calm down, Iz. Yeah, I'm still out. What happened? No. Yeah. No, I understand. Yeah, I'll be there. Okay, see you soon. Love you."
"Is something up?" Jonathan asked, before taking another drink of his beer.
"Yeah, that was my best friend. Her and her longtime boyfriend apparently just broke up and she's freaking out. That means I get to go be the babysitter for the night. Otherwise, she'll give herself alcohol poisoning and I can't let her do that to herself. Sorry I have to leave sooner than I'd like." Clary stood up and gathered her bag. Jonathan stood up with her.
"It's fine. Maybe we can hang out again sometime?"
"Sure. I'll text you and let you know when I'm free," Clary said with a smile. Jonathan leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. "See you later," she called over her shoulder and she walked through the door to meet up with Izzy so they could make their way home.
After a long ride up to Canada, Jace was ready for a good night's sleep. Up north, the fall had already started to kick into gear and riding was chilly. He just wanted a hot shower and a comfortable bed.
They weren't staying in a great motel, it was the same one they used every time they went up north so they got the nicest rooms, unfortunately, that didn't mean much. It smelled of mold. The floors were clean, the beds were made and when he looked at the shower… no mold. He could probably tolerate having a shower. Jace was well known for liking things neat and clean. His apartment, which was not usually used much, was spotless and clean. He didn't know how these guys lived in filth.
He took his clothes off, ran the hot water and thought briefly of Clary… he wondered what she was doing right now. If she was missing him. He scoffed at himself, Clary didn't feel that way. She was drunk, he was drunk and as she said, what did one drunk kiss mean in the grand scheme of things?
He sighed as he stepped under the spray of water coming from the shower. It was warm and felt good. He washed his hair with lather from a bar of soap and washed his face. In the warm water, his cock was coming to life. It had been too long. Clary's laugh bubbled up in his memory, the way her smile made him want to do unspeakable things to her. God, he thought of her giving her virginity to him. Being the one to comfort her when it stung too much and teaching her all the ways he wanted to be pleasured. He gripped his now hard cock in his hand, rolling his thumb over the head every few strokes.
He thought of her lips, and the way she would scream his name when he finally got to fuck her. God, he wanted to be her first so badly. He wanted to take her, teach her what pleasure meant and how good it would feel to have a man who loved his woman. He gripped his cock harder. He wanted to see all of her beautiful body. By the angel, he wanted so much from her. All they'd had was one kiss! Still, he could feel her soft little moans when he kissed her. He was close and he pushed himself over the edge of oblivion thinking what it would be like to have those pouty lips wrapped around his cock.
He continued to stroke his shaft, helping himself through the aftershocks caused by the copious amounts of cum that had just shot all over his hand and the wall of the shower. He never came harder than when he thought about Clary but now that he knew the noises she made, it was so much better.
When Jace recovered from his orgasm he cleaned up and turned the water off. He dried off, threw his old boxers back on and slid into bed. Sleep came easily and peacefully to him.
I hope you liked! We've got some action coming up in the next chapter! Please leave me a review! For those of you who are wondering, as I'm sure you are, Jonathan/Clary will not be featured as a pairing in this story! Everyone who leaves a signed review of the second chapter will receive a preview of the third chapter! Please visit my clace blog clarryherondales on tumblr! I have posted a Spotify playlist for the story there, both for Jace's point of view and Clary's!
