* Waves * hello everybody! First thing I mean to say is THANK YOU for the reviews and the faves! I feel very motivated to write when I get feedback * hearts; hearts; hearts; *. That is why I wrote this chapter faster than usual and I am preparing some others.
This one is set after City of Glass. I thought that it was never really mentioned how Clary and Jace's first date went, and where they went, what they did, etc. So I decided to write it. I hope a did a decent work, I love to read your comments about it :) - T
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7pm. I will come to get you. - Jace
The moment Clary received that text message, she dropped the shirt she was holding. She was cleaning her room and was putting the dirty clothes in the washing machine.
Jace had asked her out. Jace. Jace. Jace. She could not contain her happiness when she read that text. It had been one week after they had returned from Idris and they had finally found out the truth: they were not related. They were not brother and sister. They were free. Free to love each other like they never were before.
The first days after their arrival back in New York had been quite awkward. Clary didn't know how a girlfriend should act. She casually went to the Institute to pretend she was checking what was going on and when she would be starting her training to become a good shadowhunter, when in reality all she wanted to do was spending time with Jace.
They were going slow. They didn't see much every day because there was chaos at the Institute because all of them were still mourning Max Lightwood and were trying to figure out what had really happened when they were at Alicante and the wards were broken.
Jace had yet to ask her out and be a true couple, until today. She could not really believe they were together. For all she knew, they might not be a couple either. He had waited a week to question her about that, making her wonder if he really wanted to be with her.
But now that moment had arrived. She had got that text and only thing she needed to do was get ready for the night. It was still early to get dressed, so she thought she could just pick up the pieces of her outfit.
She sighed. What could she wear? In an occasion like this, she would think about a dress quite like one she wore at a party few years before, but she was too old to wear that one now. She didn't know what she could wear for a first date... What could she do? And no, she didn't want to ask her mother for a dress. Who knew what she would say, she would probably stop her from going out because she didn't like Jace at all. She dialed a number on her phone, then. After two beeps, there was an answer. "Clary?"
"Hey, Iz" the girl said from her end. "I have an emergency. I need your help."
"Emergency? What is it?"
"I... fashion crisis."
There was silence at first. "You need something to wear?"
"Yes." Clary said, a little embarrassed. "Something for a... date."
"Are you going out with Jace?"
"Yes." Was her simple answer.
"Alright. I'll be there in half a hour."
Clary was about to recommended Isabelle not to bring any excessive outfit or too short, when the girl hung up. Less than one hour later, Isabelle visited Clary. She was carrying two big bags with her. She could tell she had brought various pieces of clothing, most of them were black.
"Okay, Clary. Let's see what we can do here" Iz said, taking out a bunch of laces from a bag.
The girl was looking at her friend with skeptical eyes. "I hope you didn't bring too many short dresses. They are not very comfortable."
Isabelle grinned and raised an eyebrow. "It depends on what you have to do, Clary. If you love sweet, slow, make outs with your boyfriend and you are the type of couple who likes to wait for the crucial moment, then wear pants. But if you are the kind of people who love to get straight to the point, like I know Jace is, a dress over the thigh is what you need."
"A little over the thigh would look like a belt, Iz" Clary shrugged.
"Then what? You are doing this for your boyfriend. I'm sure Jace will appreciate it and you will too. Undressing time is shortened. How much do you take to get to that?"
Clary was about to ask what did she mean, but then she understood. "We don't do... that."
Isabelle seemed surprised. The girl put what she was holding on Clary's bed and put a hand on her shoulder. "You still haven't done that?" she shook her, making her lose her balance. "Jace must really love you dearly." She said, but her tone wasn't bitter. And she hadn't said like you, she had said love you. Did Jace love her?
She frowned. "We have been together for a week!" Clary sort of protested. To her, it sounded too lustful to get to the point after few days. Jace looked like the sort of type who would get straight where he wanted on the first date – but not with her. He loved her, unlike the others.
"Well, before Jace met you, he used to go out with a lot of girls. He would never take them to the Institute because some of them were downworlders. All of their destiny was the same, they only lasted one week. He was very promiscuous. Very." The girl said, looking at the rack of clothes on the bed once again. Clary probably thought that she still hadn't found what she was looking for. She continued. "I'm not saying this to make you jealous or something, by the way."
What her friend had said was not new to Clary. "I know."
Isabelle finally found a piece of clothing that she believed suited Clary. "Here, try this." It was a black lace dress that looked longer than Isabelle's usual outfits. It had long sleeves and a v-neck, while the upper part was a bustier with small bows in the middle. She took the dress from Izzy's hands and tried it on. She expected it to show lots of her cleavage, but it fit quite well. The only flaw was that it created a little space between the texture and her skin, sign that someone with a bigger chest had worn it. "Awesome. I knew it this was your color."
Clary contemplated her reflection in the mirror. "It's a little loose on the chest."
Isabelle made a vicious smile. "Don't you think I haven't thought about that? That's why I brought you this" she said as she picked another item from the bag. "Try it with this." She gave Clary a push-up bra. It was black and didn't have any embroidery besides the lace on the edge of the cups. Dammit, thought Clary. But she ought to admit that with that on, the dress fit a lot better.
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A couple of hours later, Isabelle left. Clary was perfectly groomed: her friend had fixed her hair and put an hair clip on the side of her hair. She was wearing a little of eyeliner and mascara and no lipstick, because she had always thought Jace didn't like it – or any guy on the Earth, for the record. Izzy had also brought a pair of killer heels with her. Six inch heels! She didn't know how she would manage to walk on those, but she would try.
At the time Jace had said, the doorbell rang. She panicked at first. It was the first time Jace had come to get her to her house. She thought he would send her a message since he knew Jocelyn couldn't stand him. Brave he was. She heard her mother open the door and she went out of hers after she took what she needed, her handbag and coat. "Jace" Jocelyn said. Her tone was cold.
Clary supposed Jace had said hi by nodding his head instead of words because she didn't hear him greet her mother. "I'm here to see Clary" he said. "Is she ready?"
"She's upstairs" she informed him. Silence descended upon them until Jocelyn talked again five minutes later. "Be careful about what you do with my daughter."
She knew what her mother meant – or so she thought. Jace answered with confidence. "I would never do something with Clary that she doesn't agree doing."
Clary thought Jocelyn would reply, but she didn't. She almost tripped on her heels when she spied on them one last time, and both Jace and Jocelyn turned to see her helping herself on the handrail. She grinned when she caught her boyfriend's eyes staring at her. "Hi" she said awkwardly.
Jace tried not to laugh. "You are late."
"I am not late" she argued as she walked down the stairs trying not to fall. "You came early."
"Never make a woman wait" he justified himself. "A real gentleman doesn't do that."
She was about to answer something like that he wasn't really a gentleman, when she didn't see the last step of the stairs and fell directly into Jace's arms. She looked up to see his face harden. "Be careful" he recommended, making her nod in response. They stared in each other's eyes for what seemed a while, until Jocelyn cleared her throat.
"Be sure to get back by midnight sharp."
She and Jace exited Luke's house and Clary was not surprised to find a vampire motorcycle outside. She knew that it only worked with demoniac power, that was why he could use it in the evening, with the dark. It was a little hard to ride with a tight dress, but it wouldn't be the first time. Jace helped her on the vehicle and then he took off. She didn't know where they were headed, but she knew it would be exciting. Jace's motorcycle was directed to Manhattan, Clary realized. He was driving so fast that her hair would have messed up if it wasn't for the helmet he had given her. At some point, Jace parked the motorcycle on a roof. She didn't know in which part of the town she was, but she could tell from the buildings that was either the Lower East Side or the Upper.
Jace offered his hand when Clary removed her helmet, and with a smile he lead her to the door that would let them out of that rooftop. "I wish there was an elevator, but I have to disappoint you" he had told her. It wasn't so dark, Clary thought. It probably must have been the hour. Many buildings around them still had several lights on. "This is a building they are still fixing" he explained "that's why it doesn't have electricity yet."
"I don't mind, I can walk with these" she lied, those ankle boots Isabelle had lent her were already hurting her feet but she did not care.
"We don't have to walk much anyway."
They went down four flight of stairs until Jace stopped in front of a door. It looked like an hotel room, but that wasn't definitely an hotel. The walls were empty, and the lights were off. It must have been one of the buildings of the Upper East Side. He opened the door and took the witchlight from his pocket to enlighten the room. He lead her in and closed the door behind her.
Clary hadn't noticed that there was stuff in that room. Jace left her hand for a moment and went to lit other witchlights on a small table covered by a white cloth. Flowers were in the middle, with the stones all around that lightened them up. Two boxes were put next to two empty glasses. It looked like he had prepared a dinner. He later lit up a fire in the gas log that was in the room. She hadn't noticed before. Now the room was brighter with the fire. He got back to her when all of the witchlight stones were lit. He was smiling. "We've been together for one week and never had a meal that wasn't at Taki's. I think it was about time we had our first date."
"It's amazing" she commented, getting closer.
"No. You are amazing." He cut the distance between them and put a hand under her chin so that he could kiss her better. "This dress is a killer." He commented when they parted.
"It's Isabelle's" Clary explained, wondering if he had ever seen his step sister wear it before.
"Is it? I didn't even know she owned it. Her closet is only made of black lacy dresses." So he had never seen her wear it. Good to know. "But even if I saw her wearing this" he touched her shoulder with a fine touch that made her shiver "she wouldn't measure up to you right now."
She blushed. She really wanted to tell him that wasn't true, Isabelle was a hot girl, everybody was charmed by her. She didn't have many curves yet, had a normal chest and was short... she always wondered what did Jace see in her besides what he often told her. It was reassuring hearing those words from his mouth. He said everything so easily.
Jace caressed her cheek and kissed her again, it was sweet and delicate. She didn't think he would be able to be so gentle when she first met him, but now she knew he was capable of anything. He was great, and she knew he would be a great boyfriend, the kind of boyfriend every girl would want. She was lucky that he seemed to care for her so much.
"Izzy said that you must like me a lot" Clary said all of a sudden after he had stopped kissing. She didn't know where that came out. She didn't want to talk to Jace about what Isabelle had told her earlier at Luke's house. It was confident girl's talk, and old news.
He frowned. "Isabelle said what?"
She looked away for a moment. She wished she hadn't said what she said but now she had. She better go on. "That you must really like me. Because you weren't like this before." She avoided to say love instead of like – the word Isabelle had really said. She thought it was too early to talk about feelings, perhaps. What if he was still in the liking phase? Ah, that would hurt. Because she already loved him so much at that point.
"No, I wasn't like this. But I remember we already had this conversation."
She nodded. "Yeah" she whispered, looking at her hands on her lap.
They ate dinner slowly, to taste every meal. Apparently Jace had asked someone to cook for Clary. He had told her that he knew how to cook some things but not hard things. In fact this dinner consisted of easy dishes, but Clary didn't mind at all. It's the thought that counts, she had said.
After they ate everything, dessert included (Clary ignored how he knew what cake did she prefer), Jace stood up and held his hand towards her. He took her close to the fireplace he had switched on – there was a small velvet couch with two comfortable pillows on it.
Jace sat down first and removed his shoes. "Take off your boots, Clary."
She did as he asked and he motioned her to sit on his lap. She was now lying between his legs, one still on the carpet and the other bend on the furniture. Clary put her head on his chest and he circled her small frame with his arms so that he could entwine his fingers with both of hers. It was so comfortable. Jace's body was warm and didn't let her think about how cold it was outside.
"Are you cold?" he wondered as if he had read her mind.
"Not anymore."
Moments of silence passed between them. Jace was not moving, and neither was she. It was so nice and relaxing to be in the arms of the person you loved... Clary thought that he had fallen asleep. He hadn't spoken for a long time and she didn't want to start a conversation either – she felt blessed in utter peace and she didn't want to ruin in. But then he said something that shocked her, leaving her without words to say.
"I wanna make love to you, Clary" he whispered very close to her ear. Dammit, he had said the word love. But not in the way she expected it.
She was out of answers. What to reply to a request like this? She hated she was unexperienced sometimes. "I -"
Jace sighed. "Forget what I said. I am drunk" he said.
"But we haven't had anything alcoholic to drink" Clary replied, as a matter of fact. And fact it was. They really didn't have anything besides water to drink.
He giggled. "Dang, stop tempting me." He was partially blaming himself. "I shouldn't had said that. I am sorry. I have ruined the atmosphere. By the angel, it's our first date!"
But he hadn't. Clary turned her head to face him. He was looking at her, and when their eyes met, he closed them. "You haven't."
"Yes I did. We should get back to Brooklyn" he proposed, trying to get up but failing.
She reached for his face and brushed the back of her hand against his cheek. Jace seemed to shiver under her touch. He was frowning. Clary moved on his lap until she was straddling him. He opened his eyes quickly at that point, only to realize his girlfriend was close to kiss him. He had wanted to push her back and say that they had to wait. But he hadn't. Instead, his hands gripped on her back and held her body onto his until they were touching.
Clary could feel the hardness under her, coming from his crotch. The fact that a guy would be aroused by her gave her the boldness to continue. She never thought somebody would ever feel that for her, although she had never had problems with her confidence. But the fact that Jace, one of the most handsome shadowhunters, was excited because of her... it boosted her ego a little.
His hands wandered on her small back and down her thighs. He slid them under the hem of her lace dress, until he was caressing the skin close to her behind. She felt he moved them slowly and it both exasperated and delighted her.
She wasn't exactly as good. It was as if she was out of ideas, as if something was bothering her – maybe because she had no experience at all. She was a little clumsy when she started to undo the buttons of his white shirt. She wasn't really able to kiss him and get rid of his clothes, but he really didn't seem to mind. Actually, she felt his lips harder on hers as they were exploring each other's bodies.
Jace kept brushing her thigh, leaving fire on every spot he touched that she felt as if she was going on fire. He decided to proceed forward when he decided it was enough, so he leaned back. Clary could see he stared at her cleavage for a few seconds. She felt her cheeks burn with shyness. Not that he hadn't looked at her like that before. But she hardly wore outfits that exposed too much, since her chest didn't bloom like Isabelle's.
A deep crease appeared on his forehead as if he was thinking about his next move. He sighed. "We can't do it" he finally declared, and she sort of expected it.
She gave him a side glance. "Why?"
He stiffened, looking away as if he was embarrassed. "Of all the things I thought of you, Clary, I never believed you were horny. I am influencing you." He giggled and then his eyes set back on her. "You know how much I am turned on by you -"
"Yes. I can feel it." Clary interjected, making him laugh more.
"Yeah, sorry about that." She wanted to tell him that he shouldn't be sorry because she felt more confident that he would have those reactions just having her on the top of him, but she refrained. He would have told her she was too horny for real. "By the way. I've never had a thing like this. I have never lived such a serious relationship with anybody before. And I want this one to be different. To be special. I don't want to get to the home base too soon. Because I already feel like home just holding you in my arms."
She felt moved by his words and she realized he was right. Why rushing it? It would be her first time also, and she kind of wanted it to go well. Damn, she had to stop thinking horny things. "Then hold me" she demanded, as if that was the only thing that would make her keep on living.
Jace smirked. "First I need to button my shirt. Let's not get it too far than this tonight."
She nodded and sat on the couch while he did what he had to. Then she shifted on his lap so that her back would touch his chest. She could feel his heart that way. He put his arms around her and kissed her hair when she had fixed her legs on the leather of the couch. They lied there for a couple of minutes until Jace told her it was time to go. He didn't want Jocelyn to get mad because of him. He accompanied Clary to Luke's house half a hour before midnight.
"It's time for me to go" he murmured when they were on the stairs that lead to the door.
Clary felt as if she did some sort of puppy eyes when he said that. Time with him was never enough. "We have a lot of time to see each other" she said, hinting that she wanted to spend more moments with him in the future.
He seemed to agree. "Naturally. This is the first one of a long series."
She grinned at him before she tugged at his leather jacket so that she could kiss him. When they were done, she saw him staring at her. He had the goldest pair of eyes and they lightened the dark of the threshold.
"Good night, Clary" Jace whispered with a soft voice. "Dream nice dreams. Perhaps, you can dream about your boyfriend."
Clary rolled her eyes and turned on her heels without looking at him until she was about to open the entrance door. But he had said boyfriend, though. She felt like giggling. "Good night" she replied. "And dream about your girlfriend too" she dared to say, although it sounded stupid and not something she would say but she wanted to see his reaction.
He gave her one last smirk. "I only dream of you, my beautiful."
She giggled softly. "Have you just quoted a Muse song?"
He winked. "Who knows, maybe I did."
"How did you...?"
He raised a finger. "Doesn't matter. It's late, Clarissa. If you don't get back inside, your mother will probably kill me and I don't want that because I wouldn't be able to go out with you anymore and that would be my biggest pity."
"Good night, then." She repeated. "I will come to the Institute to give the dress back to Izzy."
He nodded. "I'll be there."
Clary waved and then got inside of her house, where her mother and Luke were waiting her – if sleep on the sofa while the TV was still on was waiting. She run upstairs to the room that was now hers and she threw off her boots and then jumped on the bed.
She still not believed it. She had had her first date with Jace and he had been so sweet to her, cooking dinner (even though somebody had helped him) and preparing the quiet setting at the building. And yeah, also know that he wanted to do dirty things with her also excited her so much – as much as him calling himself her 'boyfriend'. She was about to get out of the tight dress when she got an email on her phone. She smiled when she saw who was sending it.
I hate to lie. That was really from a Muse song. It also says 'I only dream of you but you never knew' and that's how I felt when I thought you preferred the mundane to myself. I have always dreamed of you, Clary, and how it would feel when I could finally kiss your red lips. They haunted me in my dreams, threatening me that I would never be able to touch them with a finger since I believed you my sister not so long ago. But tonight, when I saw your face under the light of the fire, they were smiling at me, as if they were welcoming me back into their realm. And there I knew that we felt the same things. That you were also hungry of me and I find it so HARD (notice the caps) to stop myself from eating you right there on that couch. Anyway, nothing is lost. We have a lot of time ahead of us. For the first time I am hopeful about my future, because I know my future is with you. And there isn't anything else I demand from life. Mmmh. Maybe that your mother would understand how awesome I am, but we will work on that. As usual I talk too much - by the angel, technology makes me ramble. Clary. Clarissa. You can sleep now. Have happy dreams. For I know that I will if they are about you. - Jace
She felt like tearing up when she read the super long mail. She thought somebody like Isabelle or Alec had taught him how to type on his new mobile phone. She was really really happy. She meant to write something as long as his, but she was at a loss for words.
Funny how you can make jokes through mails, but I like that you are making progresses about mundanes stuff. I will probably dream you being awkward in front of a device and that would be my happy dream, seeing you get a little mad because of a small object you don't understand. And yes we do have a lot of time that I can't wait to fill with memories. We made the first one tonight and I will keep it forever in my heart. I am going to sleep now. Incredibly happy and giddy. I would never stop thanking you for what you did for me. - C xoxo
And there she fell asleep. What she dreamed that night was she and Jace running hand in hand in a meadow with colorful flowers all around. She was carrying some of them in her hand and they were both dressed in gold. Who knew, maybe someday that would also happen in real life. For the moment, she was glad that at least they were together – that was the most important thing of it all. Besides the joy of not being related anymore, of course.