Disclaimer: I don't own The Mortal instruments.

Author's Note: I'm still not editing these. So, these might be kind of cracky. I'm Gonna do more Clace, then do two Clalec ones because I can. Enjoy.

Chapter: Clizzy

"I've never kissed a girl. And I know I like me, but I mean…" Isabelle trails of, leaning close to me, but her head turns away, her neck cords stick out, the collar bones sharp. She looks back at me, the smell of perfume glazing over me, reminding me of pillows, and how Isabele seems like such a high class girl. I look away quickly as I listen. "But I want to try with a girl. You're one of my few friends."

"You have friends," I say offhandedly. I think of Jace. It would feel wrong to be with Isabelle, but since I've found out have is my brother, I need to keep searching. What will I do?

"Not good friends," Izzy says. "I need a good friend to try it with."

I look at her. Her eyes look dark in the shady room, lit by one red lava lamp. Her hair shines red among the black, matching with her ruby pendant that matches her expensive outfit. I wish I had the guts to dress like her. Back on the subject, Clary! What will I do? I will go through with kissing, because I have kissed before. It is something I am familiar with, and it isn't harmful.

"I will try," I say. I am hopeful. I can try. I am a virgin, and my first time with a girl will be strange, but I will try. I lean forward and place a kiss on her lips. I remember a novel from a couple years ago, about a couple, and their kiss, the girl expecting it to feel like an explosion, so she disappointed herself when there were no flames, dancing across heir skin to feel like fire and lightning. I don't expect much when I kiss Isabelle. She kissed snack, chastely, and we both pull away. She smiles and lifts up to hold the back of my neck, and pulls me in for another one.

I pull away again.

She pulls me back.

We kiss again.

She quickly slips her hands under my shirt, running cold fingers along the waist, to my back. She tilts her head and kisses hard, opening her mouth, running her tongue along my lips. I part my lips and let her tongue slide against my teeth. I bite.

Isabelle gasps and pulls away, lifting a hand to her lips.

"Sorry!" I say. She laughs.

"I liked it," she says, then she leans forward. I lean towards her and kiss again, feeling awkward, but we soon settle into a make out session. She touches my shirt, slowly lifting. I lift my arms and let her take it off. She looks at my plain white bra, and I look down, my cheeks heating.

"Its nice," she says, then she looks at my with a proud smile, head tilted back. She brushes her hair out of her face and leans forward again, kissing my cheek. Then she takes off her top.

She isn't wearing a bra. Her boobs are round, hey droop a bit, but the nipples stick out perkily, almost pointing up, a brown color like very light chocolate. She reaches forward and unclips my bra, and as she pulls it off, she cold hands trail against my white skin. I am lighter than her, and my nipples are a light pink, small too, like my breasts. I feel nervous and look down, at her lap. She chuckles.

"Interested?" she asks. I blush. She stands and undies her skinny black belt, and pulls of her tight skirt, revealing lacy brown panties, the color of her skin. She learns forward and pushes me softly, and I lay down on the couch. She reaches down, pulling off my fake jeans, leggings, revealing black panties, very boring underwear. She spreads my legs.

"I don't know where to start," she says, wearing a puzzled look. I smile.

"I don't either!"

She laughs, then quickly works are removing my panties. Tosses them on the ground. I want to keep my legs close, but let her part them anyways. Her eyes look serious, like she is contemplating. I look up at the ceiling, trying to think through my next move.

Something cold touches my pussy, dragging over the lips. I inhale and look at Izzy, who is exploring me, the corner of her mouth turned up as she focuses on my private. I blush, look down a bit, at her stomach, sculpted abs and white scars from fighting. I will be as skilled as her one day, not in heels but definitely someone to be reckoned with.

She touches my hips and looks up at me, her face stone cold serious.

"Can I take these off?" she touches my panties. I nod. She nods too, and I lift my hips, letting her pull them off. I look away, closing my legs. I don't feel bad, but I don't feel great. I feel a mixture of emotions. Isabelle is attractive, I am curious too, I am scared, i think of Jace, I feel bad for thinking of Jace, can I at least get a drink?

"A drink would be nice," I say to Isabelle. She gets up, pouring straight shots of vodka. Gross. I take one anyway, and when I'm done I ask her to pour another.

"Clary, you're one of my favorites," Isabelle sighs, in a voice I can only describe as sexy, the sexiness cemented by the underwear she is in. Lacy beige. I honestly expected red. I look at her wall, focusing on some old cracks as I take another shot. It burns my throat, but I know it will soothe my nerves. Then I put the glass down.

"I don't want my first time to be when I'm drunk," I say, though I do feel oddly calmer. Isabelle's mouth falls open.

"You're a virgin. I thought… you and Simon-"

"God, no," I say, "But believe me, I want to try this. I told you yesterday, I would think about it. And I have. I want to try."

Isabelle comes close, then kisses me. Tastes like lipstick, and toothpaste. I may down as she comes on top of my, her fingers touching my waist, squeezing, then moving down to touch the outside of my vagina, touching my pussy, which is still dry. I don't feel horny. I'm too nervous. But I don't want more alcohol, so I decide to ask a question. I pull out of the kiss.

"Can you make me hornier?"

Isabelle laughs and kisses me, then throws her leg over my hip, folding her leg, so her knee rests by my own hip. She grinds down, her pussy grinding against me, and I sigh. It isn't the most pleasurable, but soon I feel hot. I know I will feel wet. I let her rotate her hips, grinding, I look up at her to see her biting her lip, eyes closed, black lashes thick. She feels warm and soft. And then I start to feel wet, but I don't want her to stop.

She pulls away, and I look up at her. She winks at me, then moves down and pushes my legs apart, barely looking before she goes down and starts to lick me, like a dog, then she moves her tongue side to side as she makes her way to my clit. When she gets to it, she starts to suck, moving her head. I moan, waves of pleasure shooting through me. I hold her head, unsure what to do. Do I play with my nipple? Of course, that would feel good.

I touch my nipple, squeeze and roll it between my thumb and middle finger as Isabelle sucks, then she switches, moving her tongue side to side, quickly. I sigh, my muscles squeeze, I buck my hips. I swear. I whine. Isabelle doesn't say a word.

Her tongue moves quickly, expertly, and the pleasure rises to my abdomen while still staying in my pussy, and my walls contract, and my back muscles tighten. I feel desperate for release. I breathe harshly, ask for her to move quicker.

She doesn't move quicker. She moves slowly, then stops and rubs her fibers over my clitoris.

I can't help it.

I cum, moaning, forgetting my awkward nervousness. I moan again, holding Isabelle's wrist, the hand that is on my clit, moving in slow circles. I smile, and relax as my body shudders.

When the shuddering stops, I stare glassy eyed at the ceiling. I look back at Isabelle.

She is smiling. "Did you like it?"

I smile and sit up, pulling her close for a kiss. I want to return the favor, so I push her back hard, playfully, and laugh as I climb on top of her. "I loved it."