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.
Clary laid next to Jace. His arm wrapped around her, stroking her back as she unbuttoned his shirt. One button undone, she snuggled in closer. Two buttons undone, she ran a fingertip along the edge of the fabric onto his chest. Three buttons undone, she blew a small puff , just enough to raise one side of his shirt, exposing his amazing pecks. Four buttons undone, then the last, and she peeled back the material exposing him, his body scarred by runes, but under their shadows was a fighters six-pack abs. She kept looking at him, his strong torso. Then she tilted her head up and fell into his blue eyes. His face was expressionless, his eyes gave way his desire. His body as at rest, yet his breathing told her he wanted her.
Clary reached over Jace and opened her nightstand drawer. She pulled out a small bottle.
"It's my favorite massage oil, Bergamot. I love the spicy, orange scent. I hope you like it." said Clary as she opened the small brown bottle. She poured a small amount of the essential oil into her palm and placed the bottle and cap back on the nightstand. She rubbed her palms together with a sloshy wet sound filling the air along with the oils aroma. She sat up, careful not to touch anything with her hands and awkwardly straddled Jace at his waist. He watched as she brought her hands onto his shoulders and then he felt the warm oil on his skin as she drew her arms back toward her. The warm spicy scent and the feel of her oiled hands sank into him at once making his eyes flutter closed. He inhaled deeply as she pushed her hands away from her and back up his chest again. The heel of her palms running in circles and swirling around him. Then she used her fingers and painted lines on his face. One across his forehead, around his ears, around the creases by his mouth, and finally her whole hands down his neck. He was feeling more then just the warm oil under his skin, Jace was feeling hot, an inner fire was growing and he lost track that Clary had stopped her caresses. In the few minutes, she was removing her top and bra. She leaned back down, having wiped the rest of the oil down her front and slid up until she reached his chin and she kissed it.
A/N: Seduction takes time, you see.