Clizzy(ClaryxIzzy)
I walk into the cupcake shop with Izzy. The shop is very cute, only the mass of neon pink makes my eyes a little dizzy.
"Come on, Clary! Which one do you want?"
"I'm not really in the mood for cupcakes. Besides, I'm full. I don't think I can put one more food in my system."
"You barely ate, remember?"
"I just don't like cupcakes, Iz."
"Who the hell doesn't like cupcakes? Shall we go around this room, surveying each people if they like cupcakes or not?"
"Izzy, they're here to by cupcakes. I don't think any of them hates it."
"Alright, alright. Then just help me choose one."
I look at Isabelle fussing over the colorful cupcakes, obvious to the fact that I'm smiling. I can't believe a piece of flour gets more attention than me.
The first time I started looking at Izzy in that way was when we kissed. But the thing is, it was a dared kiss. Meaning, I don't even know if she sees me that way or not. So today, I'm finally going to ask her.
"Are you helping me choose or not?"
"Fine," I say, walking toward her. "How about... That one?"
I wait for Izzy to pay for it, my heart thumping so hard, I think it's going to jump out of my body.
She takes the cupcake and we sit down on a table.
"So, Izzy," I start, trying to calm my heart down. "I have something to tell you."
"Shoot."
She looks so calm and relaxed. I don't want to ruin that.
"I don't know how to tell you this. I was very mad and confused. And..."
"Oh come on, Clary. You're not going to tell me that you're gay, right?" She jokes, laughing.
"Actually, I am," I say, taking a deep breath.
She looks taken a back for a few seconds, but regain her coolness.
"That's perfectly fine."
"But the thing is," another deep breath. "I might... Be feeling... You know...that way toward you."
I blush furiously, staring at my shoes.
"Clary?"
"Yes?" But my voice comes out as a whisper.
"Are you seriously shy about this?"
"What?" I raise my head.
"So? What if you like me?"
"You mean you don't mind?"
"Do I mind? Oh, Clary."
She laughs, then leans into me, kissing my firmly on my mouth. Startled, I go rigid for a moment, but I soon wrap my arms around her neck, kissing her back fiercely.
People begin cheering and clapping, but we're lost in our own world. And that world is great.
She lifts me onto her lap, moaning as I start grinding against her.
We share everything between our lips. The passion we were holding back. And it feels so good to let go. She makes sure to touch every bit of my mouth. We fight for dominance like two separate fire, never dying out.
She plays with the hem of my shirt, causing sparks every time our bare skin touches. I run my fingers in her hair, loving how silky it feels.
"Clary," she whispers against my lips. "Why don't we start heading home?"
"Then are you going to finish your cupcake on our wa-"
"I don't give a hell about the cupcake."
I'll do the Clabastian one in the next chapter :) but can you tell me whether you want Clary to be forced or willing? Review or PM me.
And the name thing in the previous chapter... Well, I can't give an answer for you. It's up to you. Whichever one you prefer. It could be Maia, or it could be Clary. I just like leaving things to imagination. Hope you enjoyed this chapter.