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Clary sighs and sits down, looking at the peacock-blue dress, which hangs calmly on a hanger.
-What I'm going to do with you? - she moans. She has already tried it on about five times and she still doesn't know whether to wear it or not. There is no apparent reason against it- it is short, but not too short and its V-neck is deep but not too deep and its colour is just perfect. On the hanger it looks fine and quite average- just any other pretty dress- but only until she wore it.
It exposes her body in a way she is not quite happy about. When she wears this dress, she looks like a gem on engagement ring and dress is just a band. Nobody cares about a band, everybody looks at gem, aren't they? It isn't that Clary looks bad- to be honest, she looks really good, even in her own eyes- but about her feeling so exposed and so naked, while being fully dressed. For a girl who has always wore loose t-shirts and jeans, this kind of cloth it's rather an unusual cloth and she still isn't sure I she will resist everybody's stare. She takes a deep breath and puts it on. And again- all of her curves, colours of her eyes and hair just outstand, multiplied by this stupid, stupid thing.
- We're gonna be late, get your sorry ass down here Fairchild- that's Isabelle for sure and she's right; it's really late and Magnus is going to kill them if they were late for his and Alec special anniversary party.
Clary closes her eyes and comes down the stairs. She can't run away from memories and she fees de ja ve- another time, another dress, everything is different and so yet the same. Izzy stands and talks with Simon, in her strapless, lace, black outfit and as she turns to look at Clary, smile appears on her face.
-Wow, I'm kind of proud of you. - she turns to Simon.- Look at her, I created monster. She's going to dethrone me.
Simon smiles too:
-You look great.- And suddenly Clary realizes that his smile is a smile of a friend and there is no awe in his eyes and when he speaks ''great'' he means only ''great'', because now, not any other girl but Izzy can be beautiful for him. And she's happy with it, she's happy that he finally understood they were never meant to be and that there is no more awkwardness between them.
She turns to face Jace and she frozes.
He stops thinking as he sees her. She stands there totally and utterly perfect, in this blue dress and her big, green eyes gleams at her face and he is painfully aware of every curve of her delicate, small body- her legs, her hips, her waist, her breast, her shoulders, her neck. The way her hair curls around her face. How ivory her skin is. He feels being captured by her beauty, seduced by this siren song, by her smile and curve of her lips and cheeks painted by pink blush.
-Go guys. We need five minutes, okay?- says Clary to Simon and Isabelle. She feels his heavy gaze on her and suddenly she doesn't regret choosing this dress.
Isabelle and Simon smile to each other and exchange glances and when they go out Clary hears something about how ''Alec and Magnus are going to kill this two, but now it's rather impossible to-''.
-You like it?- she asks quietly, actually curious.
-Do I like it? Remember what I told you once about how you showed in black dress before first Magnus's party?
She's confused for a moment and then she starts to understand. That was something about-
- Detailed description of things you would like to do with me? - she says, smiling and almost laughing.
Jace nods his head.
- These words fit now perfectly. And you know…- he leans closer, closer until their lips almost meet- This list is very long.
- What about the party?- she whispers
- We will buy them an expensive present and, anyway, who cares? - and he kisses her.
Let's say that they don't go to party, Magnus and Alec eventually forgive them, Isabelle and Simon make fun of them for the rest of month and every time they feel lust they automatically think about this blue dress.