Chapter Two

To Live a Life

So basically, I asked for help in the reviews. What should Jace do next? And your answer? Jace and Clary should have sex. And it should go for may chapters. I should have guessed that would be the answer. Thanks for all your help folks. And now back to the show sponsored by this disclaimer that I have nothing to do with Cassandra Clare, but she has everything to do with these characters. She's their mommy.

"Jace. Jace?" said Clary then looking at her cell phone before closing it and dropping it onto the bath rug next to the tub. "Thanks a lot Jace. Bet you just went into the subway or something. A real romantic, that's what you are. Probably couldn't think of any snappy retort so he hung up more like it. Gotcha at your own game Jace Wayland and you couldn't give up like a good sport." Clary spoke aloud while sliding deeper under the water to soak away her misery. She stuck out her toe and raised it to the counter and flipped on the shower radio that was on the counter. She then covered herself in water and pretended she was a hippo with just her eyes and nose sticking out on top of the soapy water.

"And now it's back to the British Invasion hour on your golden oldies station. Next up The Beatles with The Long and Winding Road. And we are looking for caller 70 to answer our oldies question what are the names of the Fab Four?" rambled the voice on the radio through the static reception of a transistor radio. Clary thought about how Luke loved the oldies station and how he sang off key in the shower to some weird music. But this was a nice melancholy song, one to wallow in her self-pity. Oh, and she thought pick me, pick me I know their names, John Paul, George, and Ringo. The song began:

The long and winding road

That leads to your door...

Jace was overcome with emotion and desire so he pushed the door slowly open. This movement didn't get passed Clary the Shadowhunter and she froze under the bubbles and watched to see who or what was entering her bathroom. Then she saw Jace and he stepped over the threshold and turned in her direction cocking his head to one side with curiosity in his eyes. How was she going to react to this?

Clary sat a few inches out of the water so that she could take a deep gulp of air. Then she spoke:

"JACE, you scared the living daylights out of me."

Jace smiled down at her through gentle eyes, then he scrunched up his brow and asked: "living what?"

"Never mind." said Clary shaking her head about her mundane jargon.

"You are just as I pictured you, Santa" said Jace.

"What?" asked Clary.

"The bubbly beard." said Jace while he pointed at his own chin.

"Oh" remarked Clary with a smile. Her face picked up bubbles as she raised her head out of the water to breath. By now she was relaxing and feeling quite happy that Jace made his way over to her house instead of going back to the Institute. He came here to be with her. He listened to her on his cell and he came right over. She didn't wipe her beard off, but feeling flirtatious again she sat out of the water a little more so that she could sit up straight against the back of the tub leaving the upper portion of her body exposed with long silky foam trailing back down to the water over all her curves. The coolness of the air on her exposed skin made her nipples show right through her veil of bubbles. Jace took it all in. He listened to the soft music, smelled the scented soap aroma and gave into his desire. His eyes not leaving Clary's body Jace took off his jacket while simultaneously stepping out of his shoes. Then he stood right up at the edge of the tub fully clothed down to his socks looking at Clary like a lost puppy. She had bewitched him and he never wanted her to let him out from under this spell.

"Want to join me?" asked Clary in her best alluring voice.

"Yes." whispered Jace as he stepped into the tub at her feet and sank to his knees. Now his knees were outside her own legs but he wasn't sitting on her, just kneeling as if in prayer.

"Jace, your clothes are still on." said Clary in a shocked voice and then she softened and giggled.

"You won." said Jace and he and he placed his arms on the out rim of the tub and lowered himself to within an inch of Clary's stunned face. "You are much better at teasing then I am." admitted Jace and then he softly kissed her lips. He pushed himself up and said, " Much, much better." and he lowered his eyelids as he lowered himself onto Clary giving her a passionate kiss and then raising himself sopping wet above her again. " You've put me under a spell haven't you Clay Fray. Tell me the truth. Why, how do you do this to me?" questioned Jace.

"Jace, you have me under a spell as well." answered Clary with tears in her eyes.

"Why are you crying?" asked Jace.

"They are tears of joy , you silly." said Clary with a sniffle and a few blinks.

"Oh, tears of joy. I want to show you joy." whispered Jace into Clary's ear.

"Then get out of those clothes." said Clary with playfulness in her voice.

"Yes, I must get out of these wet clothes and into some dry clothes for my walk home." said Jace looking for recognition from Clary. Then he sat back up as it was her turn to look bewildered.

"What?" said Clary looking for an answer at Jace.

Jace smiled broadly and stood up with a loud whoosh as so much water was coming out of his clothes. And then he stepped out of the tub.

"Where are you going Jace?" pleaded Clary.

"The Institute." said Jace as he sauntered out of the room.

"The Institute?" asked Clary as she sat up further trying to look out into the next room. "Jace, don't you want me? Want to be with me?" wondered Clary aloud.

"More then anything." answered Jace as he popped his head back around the door while toweling the ends of his hair. Then he walked out and down the hall to Luke's room to grab some clothes. He was back in a minute to find Clary out of the bath with a towel wrapped around her looking near tears.

"Hey, hey, hey what's this? I thought you were a good sport?" said Jace with a pout y face making fun of Clary's sad face.

"Why should I be a good sport about you not , not, you know." stammered Clary.

"I don't think I do quite get what you mean, please explain for this dumb Shadowhunter." said Jace wrapping his arms around Clary but still looking her.

Now Clary was trying to think back to what was said, why he would be acting this way and things started to click together. "You over heard 're getting even with me. You are thinking of how to get out of, of consummating this relationship" said Clary.

"Isn't that a kind of soup? Consummate? Noooooo. I would just like to hear 'Who is the best at teasing now?'" requested Jace with an air in his voice. "And I was thinking more on the line of 'How do I get out from doing The Deed.'"

"Jace, I, I ." Clary smiled "I think you're the best teaser ever. You win. Now,"

Jace cut her off, "That's all I want to hear. Thanks. See you 'round." and he turned to leave. "Oh, I'm just going to throw these wet things into the dryer downstairs. You don't have to fold them or anything, just put them in a shopping bag and I'll get them the next time you entice me with dirty phone calls. And no, you aren't getting me into bed with ..." Jace raises his voice to sound very feminine "I think your the best!" and he giggles too. "I have more will power then that Clarissa." And he turns and walks out. He needed to get out quickly or he would lose himself. He needed that cold shower badly now.

Clary was speechless, not even a goodbye. She was planning her revenge.

Well, if this is going to last many chapters some of it will be better then others. HA