Clary Makes Her Move
Chapter Two
Disclaimer: This story is not to be associated with Cassandra Clare or her writing. :P Like it could be mistaken for it anyway.
Love is a mystery, all in a blink of an eye. Timing, the most important ingredient for love, is what brought Clary and Jace together. If she hadn't been at the club, if the demon didn't show himself, if the Shadowhunters hadn't picked Pandemonium to hunt. Call it fate, but whatever brought them together started an unwinding. Two people with hurt pasts find each other. They learn about each other and somehow that leads to caring. Jace noticed that Clary had been upset the last few weeks. He decided today was the day he would confront her. He finds her in her room on her computer.
"Hey" said Jace as he knocks and pushed her door open.
"Hi." said Clary, not lifting her head. "Do you want something?"
Jace was curious what she could be reading on her computer.
"Are you mad at me?" Jace said bluntly.
"No." said Clary.
"But you are mad." said Jace. Clary looks up at Jace leaning against the doorway. Their eyes lock.
"Yes, you could say that." answered Clary. "But, it isn't at you. It's a long story and I don't want to get into it right now."
"That's alright, I'm here if you want to talk or anything else." said Jace with a wink. Clary smiled, their eyes still locked. She closed her computer and stood up. They meet half way. Jace takes her hands in his and leans down, but does not kiss her. His lips hover over hers. He wraps his arms tightly around her.
"You think all you have to do is hold me and I'm all yours, don't you?" teases Clary, though she is feeling weak in her knees at their closeness. Luckily, two steps backward for her and she'll land on her bed.
Jace keeps his face hovering over Clary. He releases his hold. His bottom lip scrapes across her bottom lip. His tongue, barely beyond his lips, lazily glides through her partially open mouth. He lets go of Clary and keeps swiping his tongue across her bottom lip. In between he says,
"Look ma, no hands." as he holds his arms out to his sides. He pecks small chaste kisses on her lips.
A fire is sparked deep in Clary's abdomen and she feels heat flowing and a fluttering growing up to her chest. Her breathing is more rapid and she gives a small groan,
"Oh, God." said Clary. She leans toward Jace to kiss him and he keeps their distance the same as he pulls back.
"No, sorry, Jace, the shadowhunter here, not God. Though I know how easy it is to make that mistake." he teased in all his arrogant glory.
"Oh god." said Clary again feeling hotter, maybe even dizzy. She wraps he arms around his neck to hold him still and captures his mouth with her own. He gives into her demand, but keeps his hands off her. Clary feels her need to have him hold her.
"Please Jace." said Clary as she presses her body against him as the kissing becomes more passionate. She leaves his lips and starts a trail of kisses down his throat. Jace is barely keeping his own control.
"Tell me what you want me to do, Clary." whispers Jace into her ear . Clary, separates her locked hands from around his neck and laces her fingers into his hair. She curls her fingers pulling his head toward her. She twirls bits of hair through her fingers and Jace cannot hold back his own moan into her mouth.
When she comes up for air, Jace has placed his hands tightly around her waist. Clary needs to arch back giving Jace opportunity to make small nips at her earlobes before running his lips up and down her neck.
"I want. I want." stutters Clary.
"Tell me." whispers Jace into her ear. Clary starts pulling his shirt up out of being tucked into his pants.
She feels his warm strong muscled back under her fingertips. Jace picks Clary up off her feet and walks her the few steps to her bed where he gently places her. He moves slowly over where she lays and stretches out by her side facing toward her and waits.
Clary was feeling intoxicated and she gave Jace a lewd smile.
"Let me, …, now don't patronize me, you have no idea what you do to me. You walk into my room and all my anger immediate vanishes, poof gone. I look at you and feel safe, safe enough to say, let me seduce you." whispered Clary with some nervousness.
Jace swallowed and took a deep breath. He saw something different in her eyes, could she finally be trusting him, believing in him? As a reformed player, he wondered if he could find love. He just learned the answer because that look she had in her eyes was love. He could not utter a single word, he just looked back. She raised her hand and ran her fingertips over his lips. He gave a small kiss back.
"This could take all night." said Clary. Jace laid on his back, closed his eyes and smiled as Clary molded herself to his side, reaching under his shirt.