Hey guys, so this is my very first Clace fanfic, hurray, finally got my head down and wrote it! I don't know if I should continue this, please let me know what you think. Thank you to those of you who have read this, also, I don't own any of these characters etc, they belong to Sassy Cassie, otherwise known as Cassandra Clare. Read and Review please guys, thanks so much.
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Clary
He pulled back a little and raised his face level to mine, his usually gold flecked eyes were almost entirely consumed by the black of his pupils, and I remembered that someone had told me that, other than a change in light, lust and desire were the main reasons why someone's pupils might dilate. I was sure that my eyes reflected his own; black with a deep want and longing. He started to murmur my name again, his warm breath caressing my porcelain skin. His hands began to slide under the hem of my black vest and his long, elegant fingers splayed over my now bare abdomen, the pressure deep in my abdomen began to grow, he licked my earlobe, and then tugged at it with his teeth, sending me into a frenzy of heated emotions. I grabbed at his arms, which earned a deep, reverberating chuckle, he then brought his lips crashing down onto mine again, along with the sudden realisation of the implications of the situation I'd found myself in. I couldn't think straight, not with him causing all of these amazing and new feelings within me, just by kissing me. "Jace" I moaned, arching my back. Then, remembering what I was doing, I pulled away.
Jace
"Jace" she moaned my name out loud, it was all I'd wanted to hear since I'd met her, and the way she'd said it...she sent a giant force of emotion through me, making me even harder than I'd been before, but then she'd pulled away, her hold on my arms loosened. I looked into her eyes, the emerald green replaced by the darkness of her pupils. "What is it?" I asked, then, suddenly afraid I'd hurt her, I asked; "Are you okay?" she pushed me away.
"I have to go" she said, she wiggled out from under me, got up gracefully and began to walk away from me, I stared after her, shocked into a stupor, but that didn't last very long...
Clary
What had I been thinking? How had I gotten myself into such a ridiculous situation? And with Jace of all people! Everyone, and I mean everyone, knows how much of a player he is. But, I have to admit, he is such a good kisser...who knows what would have happened if I'd let it carry on? I mean, come on, I'm only eighteen, he's nineteen and had more girlfriends than cooked dinners...I'm still a virgin, and Jace was not the way to change that.
I was just about to pull the door open when Jace's arm snaked itself around my lower stomach and he spun me around skilfully, making it so that my back was flat against the door and I was facing him. His eyes were still quite dark.
"What the hell was that?" he demanded, confused.
"Nothing" I replied "It was nothing"
"What? Did I do something-did I-did I hurt you?" he asked
"No," I said, managing to free myself from his iron-grip, I looked up at his almost angelic face, his brows were knitted together in concern, his lips were glistening from the mix of saliva, they looked so beautiful, so inviting... snap out of it! I scolded myself mentally. "No you didn't hurt me" I replied and this time, I actually made it out of the training room and ran up to the room that was kept for my infrequent stays at the Institute.
Jace
I left the training room and had a quick, cold shower, I knew Clary was still at the institute and it was killing me. Why had she pushed me away? What had happened between us? Didn't she feel anything towards me?
I let the icy water form rivulets down my body, the same body that had perched itself over Clary...I racked my mind over and over trying to find a reason for Clary's abruptness.
Was it something I did?
A loud commotion downstairs broke me out of my solitary reverie. The others were back.
I made my way down the old, creaky stairs of the Institute, walking past Clary's temporary door silently, only to find her in the corridor with Isabelle and Magnus
"...Oh come on Clary! You never let me dress you" Isabelle said sulkily
"I promise, another time...I just don't feel up to it!" Clary's sweet, sweet voice
"You always say that, but you never do!" Izzy
"Give the poor girl a break, we all know she's less able when it comes to consuming alcoholic beverages" Magnus says with a short purr like chuckle
"Are you calling me a lightweight? I am not a lightweight!" Clary
"Prove it" Izzy and Magnus say in unison
"Fine, I'll come" Clary
"Go where?" I asked
They all turned around to look at me, all except Clary, who seemed to be more interested in the floor than my glorious face.
"To Damon Leighton's 19th" Magnus answered
"Damon Leighton's turning 19?" I asked
"Look, Jace, we all get it, you have issues, that's exactly why I didn't invite you, I invited Clary" Isabelle said with a flick of her sleek, dark hair.
"Well, you better invite me because I'm going either way" I replied
"You want to go? Seriously?" Isabelle asked
"Why not?" I replied with a grin
"He's planning something..." Magnus said slowly
"Thanks for the input Magnus, but no, I am not making underhand schemes regarding the sudden death of Damon Leighton," I replied "In fact, I intend to be on my best behaviour"
Magnus snorted "I'll believe that when I see it"
I looked at Clary, she glanced at me, her face impassive, well played Fray, I thought to myself, but two can play at that game.