Chapter 2

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Jonathan was sentenced to dish duty. He called on Jace to help him out. Meanwhile, Isabelle and Clary ventured into the living room. Valentine and Maryse spoke by the door for a bit before she made her escape. Isabelle sat on the couch with a loud sigh.

"That went well, what are you sighing about?" Clary asked, joining her side. Isabelle shrugged. "Tell me."

She turned on her side, a searching light in her eyes. "I just don't understand him."

"Who?"

"Jace," Isabelle spoke as if that were obvious. Clary immediately wished she hadn't prodded the conversation. Her thoughts surrounding Jace Wayland were particularly confusing tonight. She supposed him being adopted wasn't a large secret. It was silly not to wonder why he had a different name or why he had golden features. She would be quite honest when she said she assumed Maryse had an affair. The Lightwoods all had good looks, which she assumed came from Maryse, though Robert wasn't horribly pungent. Jace could have easily taken the name of his real father just as he'd taken the gold hair and eyes. She was terribly wrong. She felt guilty despite nobody knowing what she had presumed.

"What about him?"

"He gets too moody about the adoption," Isabelle said. "It makes things so awkward."

Clary held her tongue and clicked the television on. She loved Isabelle, but she wasn't the most understanding person. It was painfully obvious why Jace was so temperamental about being adopted. He didn't feel like he fit in their family. He felt that being adopted made them love him less. The fact that he called Maryse by her name meant he thought of them less as a family than as a unit. Clary wished she could ease his pain.

She nearly had a heart attack. She was suddenly empathizing with the enemy. Jace suddenly became less of a pain in the ass than a poor boy she wished she could help. The worst part was that she didn't mind this sudden truce between them. She didn't mind thinking differently of the man. It was unnerving.

"We should have a sleep over so you can tell me why you have been zoning out for a good five minutes," Isabelle said. Clary laughed, but she nodded. A sleepover with her friend that she hadn't spoken to in forever sounded nice. Girl time was needed, she supposed. Iz definitely brought the heat on to girl time, that's for sure.

"If you're doing this just to sneak off with Jon, tell me now."

Isabelle shook her head. "No! I mean, I will when we go to bed, but not when we hang out."

Clary nodded. She hopped up. "Find us a good movie to cry over and I'll tell my father." Her feet patted down the hallway into Valentine's study. This study was dark. Mahogany furniture encased he entire room, matched by dark red walls. Whenever she was little, she used to peak inside even though her father yelled at her when he caught her. And every time she snuck fully inside, she felt the urge to run away and hide.

Now she had the feeling still, though she masked it because she knew it was all a rouse. Valentine wasn't as scary as he seemed. He was just as mean.

"Can Isabelle sleep over? I promise to keep her out of Jonathan's room," Clary said, expecting a rant on the rules he would place.

"Yes." He hardly glanced up from his paperwork until he realized she was still there. "Anything else?" Clary fiddled with her fingers. She shook her head. "You kids aren't planning something are you? Jace and Isabelle over doesn't mean there's some party, right? I'd be held legally responsible if-,"

"Jace is sleeping over?" Clary interjected. Valentine's jaw locked. "Sorry."

He let out a huff. "Yes. Now may I finish reviewing my case?"

Clary escaped from his study unharmed mostly. He was a good lawyer, in and out of the courtroom.

She found Isabelle in Jonathan's room, no surprise, with Jace and Jon. Clary suddenly realized the predicament. "If Isabelle is sleeping with Jonathan, where will Jace sleep?"

Jace groaned. "Dude, you promised not to fuck me over."

"I'm not! Just when we're sleeping, right Iz?"

She grinned at him. "Right."

Jace looked at Clary. They shared an aggravated look, knowing exactly what would happen within an hour. Sure enough, midway through the movie the four were watching together, Clary heard the disgusting suckling sound that only came from two lips joined together. She gagged and pretended not to hear, hoping they'd quiet up. They didn't. Jace reached over and turned the volume up five notches, and then two more when that wasn't enough. Eventually, he leaned toward Clary.

"I make a mean milkshake," his golden eyes danced towards the kitchen. With a heavy sigh, she glanced at the above bed. Immediately she wished she hadn't. Jace and Clary snuck away without notice.

They didn't bother with being secretive. It wasn't like Jonathan or Isabelle would notice even if they were screaming bloody murder. The only concern was if Valentine heard them. He wouldn't. Clary knew just how oblivious he could be. So when she closed the door to the kitchen, she heavily pretended to barf.

Jace snorted. "If you think that's anything, Red, you've obviously never been kissed before."

Clary stiffened and looked at him expectantly. "And what if I haven't?" Jace's mouth fell open. His horror was written plain in the golden orbs. Clary let out a giggle. "I'm kidding!"

Jace thought for a moment as Clary brought out the ice cream and he found the milkshake maker. "Come to think of it, who was your first kiss?"

Clary rolled her eyes. "Sebastian."

"I thought-,"

She held up a hand and continued scooping out ice cream. "I know what I said. We never dated, but..." Jace smirked impishly at her. "Don't judge me. You're the whore here."

He snorted and, swift as a snake, stole the ice cream from her. He took over scooping while she watched expectantly. "Red heads. Crazy man."

Clary growled as she smacked him upside the head. Somehow his reading comments weren't violent anymore. They made Clary want to smile and hit him at the same time. She considered this a good feeling.

"It's not like you two got very far," Jace said, and his tone struck Clary in an odd way. It wasn't to make a jab at her for once. He sounded almost scared that he was wrong.

"How would you know that?" Clary added an extra scoop of ice cream into the cup. Jace sent her an irritated look and added more milk, so much so that she was scared it would overflow when they turned it on.

Jace snorted. "Well when he sees me changing for practice, he gets a little insecure, as most do, and feels the need to brag about his latest adventures. The whole team knows every single girl he's fingered, fucked, and felt up." Clary's mouth dropped open. He hand faltered by the switch. Jace carefully moved her hand to the counter and switched the milkshake maker on with a pleased smile. "No need to worry, Red. You were never mentioned."

"It could have something to do with my brother being on the football team, too," Clary said, though she had no idea why. Jace always got under her skin. She normally was used to thinking on her feet, but this news jarred her so well that she was playing into his hands. His eyebrows shot to his hairline, and he leaned over the counter with a rueful smile.

"You dirty little girl," he teased. Clary leaned into his face and narrowed his eyes.

"We just made out, okay, asshat?" Clary huffed and stopped the milkshake maker, checking to see how the consistency was. She didn't approve and turned it back on. Jace spent his time watching her languidly.

His eyes slid slowly to hers, and some sparkle in them made her breath catch. "Any good?"

Again, there was that tone she couldn't accurately describe. All she managed was, "Huh?"

"Was Sebastian a good kisser?" Jace spoke as if he was speaking to a baby now, but the insult was halfhearted. This broke Clary out of her fog. She blinked and recovered well.

"Why? Want to give him a go?" Clary smirked. Jace rolled his eyes. She blushed and shook her head. "He practically bit my lips off, even busted them twice." She grimaced at the memory.

Clary put the ice cream and milk back into the fridge and leaned back against the counter beside Jace. She shrugged and watched the churning liquid. It was almost done. "You want to know what it's like to really be kissed?"

Clary frowned and looked at him. He was dead serious. Her cheeks grew even redder and she had to look away. "Um, I don't-,"

Jace had already moved in front of her. Clary's eyes went wide. His hands trapped her on either side against the counter, and his hips pressed into her. He paused there, waiting for some sign from Clary that she wanted him as much as he wanted her in that one moment. She didn't think. She was far past thinking at this point. Without her permission, her eyes fluttered shut and her tongue licked her lips.

Jace crashed his lips to hers. They were soft, kissing her with a gentle speed of need. He moved his lips against hers, just letting her know he was there. Then, he took a plunge and licked her lip. Clary's fingers dug into his hair, fisting the locks for a better grip to pull him closer. His hands slipped under her shirt and gripped her hips tight enough to leave bruises.

She was overwhelmed with feeling suddenly. It swirled around her like a tornado, demanding her attention. His scent washed through her mind, making her clutch him even closer. The feeling of their tongues colliding sent her head swimming. She licked his lip and he bit hers lightly, teasingly. The feeling of her hands holding her securely against him had her heart beating ten thousand times a minute. She molded her lips to his, and when she couldn't breathe, she pulled away. Jace didn't stop. She felt a light kiss grace her cheek, her jaw, her neck.

Her knees buckled as his breath moved down her neck, warm and needing. His soft lips kissed her skin, sending electricity shooting through her body. Jace left a trail of fire leading down to her chest.

Clary brought his face back up to hers. Jace kissed her harder, faster this time. His hands moved down her body, skimming her butt enough to make Clary grin. He grabbed the backs of her thighs and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his torso and struggled to keep up with his lips. They were the rain pouring down in a hurricane. They were everywhere, the main show in the middle of something mind-blowing. Clary was focused on Jace solely, and he was the wind, lighting, and scenery as well in this storm.

Clary leaned back further, and Jace followed, splaying his hands on the counter beside her butt for grip. His hand slipped, and the milk shake maker they had previously forgotten about nearly tipped over if Jace's reflexes weren't so fast. He lunged and grabbed it last second, only letting a little white liquid splatter on the counter.

Clary's eyes watched, but her mind didn't process it for a second. They were so caught up with everything that had just happened. Jace looked at her with wide eyes, and the golden gleam made her want to kiss him again. She couldn't believe what just happened; yet she prayed it wasn't the last time it did.

"I think we over spun our milkshake." It was the first thing she could think of that wouldn't inflate his ego. Jace glanced at the metal contraption and raised an eyebrow.

"Next time, I'll make sure you get to see my milkshake. You won't be disappointed," he winked, causing a new yet favorable emotion to shoot into her stomach. Clary bit her lip.

"You're an ass, Jace Wayland."

"And you sure have an ass," his eyes flickered down her body. Clary rolled her eyes and jumped off the counter. She poured their failed attempt at a milkshake into the sink and turned off the lights.

"I'm going to bed," she said and gestured to the couch. Jace gave Clary his signature 'you're joking' looks. She shrugged. "You were just showing me a kiss, right? Nothing more. Doesn't mean you get to sleep in my bed, Wayland."

Jace stepped closer, and in the rare light of the moon, his eyes were so dark they scared Clary just enough to get her heart beating. He cocked his head to the side. "See, I was thinking about you, Morgenstern." She couldn't hide the surprise and pleasure as her lips twitched toward a smile. His did as well. His masculine musky scent washed over Clary, and her knees threated to sway again. She bit her lip in hopes to regain her backbone. His eyes didn't miss that movement. "You've always been a stuck-up know-it-all to me, but a hot one at that. I just can't believe how wrong I was about you, Red."

"Is this an apology you're working toward?" Clary feigned surprise, though she truly was amazed. Jace smirked and ran a hand through his hair. She sighed and rolled her eyes. "When you're not trying to get me to rip your head off, I could say the same about you. I was wrong as well."

Jace crossed his arms and smiled smugly. "I don't think, however, casual hook ups are your thing. Am I wrong?"

Clary faltered. "I can do whatever I want." He wasn't wrong, though, and they both knew it.

Jace tilted his head, and the charming twinkle in his eyes made Clary's heart leap out of its cage. "I don't understand why you wouldn't want to sleep with me." Clary immediately turned red and began to protest. His smirk grew. "Just sleep, baby, why are you always thinking about sex?"

Clary frowned and rolled her eyes. "I can't believe what I got myself into," she grumbled and shoved Jace away.

"Clearly, it wasn't my pants," he grumbled as he jumped on the couch, the picture of ease. Clary's eyes caught on the bit of stomach that was exposed as he raised his arms. The skin had a splatter of black, but the tattoo wasn't fully revealed. Heat flooded through her, but she pushed it back. He was an ass.

She ran up the stairs before he could say another comment to either infuriate her or turn her on.

. . .

When Jace woke up, Valentine was screaming. Why? Somebody left marks on their glass countertop.

"Well it's not Jonathan's ass sitting up on here, Clarissa!" Valentine shouted. Jace jolted awake. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, not glancing at his hair. It was always in his bedhead form. Valentine's form was animate and pacing about in a stormy heat. He didn't even notice as Jace leaned against the doorframe into the kitchen.

"I can clean them off in a second. What's the big deal?" Clary groaned, her eyes connecting with Jace's. He snorted with mirth, and her hand silently flipped him off. He enjoyed the way she bit her lip and forced her eyes away. He did a good job just by one measly sound.

"Next time you better get off your lazy ass and cook, am I clear?" Valentine stopped in front of Clary. Jace expected her to crumble beneath his intense glare, but she didn't. Her arms crossed and she looked at him with her lip curled back.

"Yes Father," she said between clenched teeth.

Jonathan and Isabelle came stumbling into the kitchen, both with hair that was as crazy as he'd once made Clary's when she fell asleep in science. "What's up?" Jon grumbled when he hit the counter.

"Your dad's going on a power trip," Jace shrugged and looked directly at Valentine. His face went from angry to dumbfound to outrage. The anger bottled up inside him and turned his face red. Now Jace saw the resemblance between he and Clary. He grew a smug smile and waved. "Mr. Morgenstern." He waved.

Valentine nearly blew his top. "You've got some nerve, Wayland." He hissed in a low voice. If Jace didn't love a good thrill, he'd be almost scared. "I'm going to grab a case file. When I come out, the two of you better be out of my sight."

He tromped past Jon and Isabelle with fire, leaving the four staring at each other. "What was that about?" Isabelle asked.

Clary groaned, closing her eyes as she leaned heavily against the fridge. "He was mad because there's prints on the counter."

The three looked at the spot she gestured to. Jace nearly burst out laughing. It all made sense. Clary had indeed made that mark last night, with the help of him, of course. Isabelle stared long and hard at the mark. "That almost looks like…"

"Ass cheeks," Jon finished.

Clary laughed. "Well, I never said he was wrong," she laughed, looking at Jace. Isabelle frowned, and he knew she didn't miss the look they shared.

"Is there something we missed here?" Iz asked.

"Your last period most likely," Jace mumbled. Isabelle stomped his foot and looked at Clary. Jace grinned. "Tell 'em, Red."

"Red?" Jon asked. Jace watched Clary squirm in discomfort. She wouldn't look at anyone. The red came to her face, and Jace felt a genuine smile playing on his lips.

"I hear Father coming," she gasped, and sure enough the creak of his door sounded.

"Jace, can you take Clary…anywhere but here?" Jonathan asked. Jace glanced at Clary. She rolled her eyes and pretended to gag in disgust. He grinned.

"Grab some clothes," Jace said. "Unless you'd like to go in that, which I'm perfectly fine with."

Clary looked at herself, something Jace had done multiple times, though now was the only obvious time. She wore the same outfit she'd worn last night. A thin tank top and short shorts that could easily ride up, like they had when they'd been kissing. She huffed indignantly, but she didn't do anything to hide her outfit.

"Where are we going?"

"Downtown."

"Jonathan, are you joining my client and I for breakfast?" Valentine called from the hall. Jace didn't stay to hear how that played out. Jonathan always did what his father wanted.

"Only if Isabelle can come."

Jace waited outside for Clary longer than he wanted. She finally arrived in ripped black jeans and loose crop top. Valentine came out the door in another fit of rage, throwing a previously discarded jacket of hers at the back of her head. Clary let it fall to the ground and hopped into Jace's car.

He gave her a once over. "That's a little different for you," he noted. Clary shrugged and turned on the radio. "Is it like that every morning?"

She laughed and fell back against the seat, watching Jace watch the road. He stole glances of her every few seconds despite the fact that her expression didn't change as she spoke. "Never that loud. Normally I don't taunt him with my outfits."

The morning flew by in his mind, forcing his jaw to clench shut. "Your father hates you."

She laughed. "He does, doesn't he?" Her sigh was one of exhaustion. Jace stopped at a stoplight and looked at her fully. Despite the make up, he could see the red in her eyes. "Don't you have practice or something? You could have driven me to Simon's."

"Don't let him treat you that way, Red, not without a fight," Jace said. Clary's eyes held his. He saw the weight her father cast on her. It was the sky on her shoulders, the rocks in her pockets. It swirled within her green orbs that popped among her red locks. Relying on instinct, he rested his hand on top of hers, and her body relaxed slightly. Jace didn't want to ever pull away. This was a totally different feeling than that he got from teasing her or making her giggle.

A horn honked behind him, and Jace realized the light had turned green. He looked back at the road and continued towards their destination. When he pulled over, Clary began to laugh. "I didn't think you knew where a bookstore was."

He winked at her, forcing red to stain her cheeks again, and hopped out of the car. Clary followed behind quickly. Jace knew she loved to read. He had plenty of ideas on how to mess with her here. He also knew this bookstore had a café in it, and they never minded if you talked.

"What are we reading?" she asked once inside. Jace rolled his eyes and slung an arm around her shoulders. He inhaled her citric scent and wished she wouldn't shove him off.

"We aren't reading shit. You can read if you'd like. I'm just here to watch," Jace said. Clary's tiny hands struggled yet did succeed to pry his arms off her body. She didn't quite understand what he meant, but she led the way to the back of the store in a secluded corner with beanbag chairs. She took her time finding a book, and when she did, she stood beside Jace, wondering why he hadn't sat down yet. He leaned in next to her ear. "So I could do this." Then, he wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her with him into the pile of beanbags.

She squealed in alarm and tried to escape, but Jace had a firm grip on her hips. Clary groaned. "Get your hands off me."

He snickered. "Somehow, I think you don't mean that. You know it's just much easier not to fight me, baby," he whispered into her ear in a hot breath. A shiver ran down her body, and Jace grinned. "It's just you and me here, Red. You don't have to put up your act."

Clary dropped her book. She rolled around to her back. Jace was squishing her against the chair, but she managed to look at him with her piercing green eyes that seemed to shift constantly. "What act?"

Jace's arm rested against her stomach, but his other one moved to brush hair away from her face. "You act like you hate me, but you don't. You hate that I make you feel something nobody else has before."

"And what would that feeling be?" she whispered, eyes searching his.

"I make you feel wanted."

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