A/N: Okay, here's the deal guys. I love writing for you guys, but I haven't been getting much feedback or reviews and those really motivate me to write. If I could get a bunch of reviews for this chapter it would be great and put a huge smile on my face! Haha, but I must warn you now, I won't be updating until I get some reviews! This is a short chapter, but I felt like I owed you some Jace/Clary time. Hope you guys enjoy :)
Clary closed the door shut behind her quietly and started stripping off her clothes. She was in her room now, away from the party, away from the madness of this night. She kicked her skirt off her ankles and went to the dresser and rummaged through her drawer looking for her pajama shorts. She couldn't help but think back to earlier and how genuinely sorry Jace's face looked. She shook the image out of her mind as she picked out shorts out of the drawer and pulled them on. They were hot pink shorts with a bow on them. She lifted her shirt over her shoulders and threw it next to where her skirt lied on the ground. She walked over to her alarm clock was, placed her phone on the charging deck and pressed play. A soft tune started playing through the small speakers.
Settle down with me. Cover me up. Cuddle me in.
She walked back over to her dresser, opening the top drawer and taking out a white tank top. As she closed the drawer, she heard the back door behind her open. Her first instinct was to cover herself with her tank top. She turned around quickly to see who it was.
She watched as Jace walked through the door, almost tripping on a shoe. She chuckled lightly. He looked up at her and froze.
Lie down with me and hold me in your arms.
She looked down at herself remembering she was only in her bra. She blushed a bit, turned around, and shrugged the tank top on. She heard the door close with a loud thump. She prayed that neither her mother nor Sebastian heard it. She had a feeling Jace was a little drunk. And she almost didn't want to deal with it.
She turned around the face him. His eyes were a dim gold color and she watched as he came closer to her, sitting on her bed. Her lips parted slightly, confused to why he was even here.
And your heart's against my chest, your lips pressed to my neck.
"Why are you here?" She asked, lowly. He looked at her, confused. Maybe he didn't know himself why he was here. She sat down on the bed, facing him. "Jace, are you alright?"
He nodded and looked down at the ground. "I can't go home like this." He managed to slur out. Clary got up, walking to mini fridge. She bent down, opening the door and grabbed out a water bottle. She walked back to the bed, handing Jace the bottle. "Here," she said. "You'll need this."
He took the bottle from her hand, smiling. "Thanks, Clare bear."
She stared at him. He hadn't called her that since they were kids. Her heart started racing faster.
I'm falling for your eyes, but they don't know me yet.
"I'm sorry that I came here but – I couldn't think of anywhere else to go." Jace said, snapping the cap of the bottle open. He lost the balance of the bottle resulting in water spilling all over his shirt. Clary laughed. He looked up and smiled at her. "Not funny." He said, taking a sip out of the bottle. Clary smirked.
"You can stay here if you want." She offered. She pointed to the door behind her, which led to own personal living room. "You have to sleep on the couch though."
Jace nodded. "Obviously."
And with this feeling I'll forget, I'm in love now.
Jace looked into Clary's emerald eyes. He wasn't sure what he saw. They locked eyes for a few moments before Clary's gaze fell on Jace's shirt. "Oh, your shirt is wet."
Jace nodded but didn't say anything. He took another sip from the bottle in his hands. Clary got up quickly and started rummaging through her dresser.
"What are you doing?" Jace asked, but got no reply. He slowly began taking off his jacket as Clary threw him an old New York Giants t-shirt. He smiled slightly. It was his t-shirt. He had given it to her after a game they went to last year. She had dropped her hotdog on her shirt getting the works all over her. He had taken off his own t-shirt to let her wear it. "I remember this shirt." He slurred.
Kiss me like you wanna be loved, you wanna be loved.
Clary nodded, smiling. "I figured you would. I forgot I had it until now."
Jace placed his water on the bedside table next to him and lifted his wet V-neck over him. Clary couldn't help but watch. She admired the way his muscles flexed while he threw the previous shirt on the ground next to her closet. She stared at his tattoo and how it wrapped around his bicep. Jace shrugged the t-shirt over his tanned body and sighed. "Thanks,"
"No problem."
Jace, although not sober, could feel the tension in the room. He wasn't sure why he had come to Clary rather than anyone else. He just felt a pull toward her.
Since their talk earlier, it seemed that Jace drank any can of beer he could get ahold of. Eventually, it all caught up to him and he realized slowly he couldn't go back to his grandmother's like this. She would have a heart attack. He didn't want to be responsible for that. So he got a ride back home with Sebastian, and once he knew Sebastian was in the house, he took a run for it for the backyard. There he knew Clary's door would be open and he could possibly sleep there. Jace hadn't been sure if Clary would let him in after what had happened earlier that night, but he was willing to take the chance and find out. Looks like fate hadn't failed him.
You wanna be loved, this feels like falling in love.
He heard Clary yawned and he looked at her. He could see her eyes slightly drooping. The alcohol must have finally caught up to her. He knew Clary didn't drink much, not as much as her friend Isabelle, that's for sure. She only drank to make herself feel good, not to get completely trashed. He liked that about her.
"Jace?"
"Mm?"
"I'm sorry about earlier."
He heard sadness in her voice…again. She was looking at him now, her eyes fully alert. She was fidgeting with her hands in her lap. Jace looked down and his eyes caught a glimpse of her bare skin; her legs. He felt his face getting hot.
"I should have finished hearing what you had to say but," she shrugged. "I wasn't sure if I was able to, you know? It hurt just hearing you talk about it."
Falling in love, we're falling in love.
He looked back up to her face. Her makeup wasn't as perfect as before, but still in place. Her perfect lips had a rose tint to them. Jace had the sudden urge to kiss her, but stopped himself. The whole reason he was in this boat in the first place was because he kissed her and didn't explain himself afterwards.
"I'm sorry, Clary." He said, taking her hands from her lap. "I really am. I didn't mean to hurt you earlier and before that."
Settle down with me. And I'll be your safety, you'll be my lady.
She nodded. "I know that now." She smiled a bit. "I'm getting a little tired now. I think I'm going to go to bed." She got up from the bed and walked over to her closet. She opened it, reaching for the top shelf and retrieving a dark purple blanket. She turned back to Jace, who was now standing with water bottle in hand.
I was made to keep your body warm. But I'm cold as the wind blows so hold me in your arms.
Jace followed her through the door and to the large black sofa, opposite her bedroom door.
"Make yourself at home." She said, smiling. She handed him the blanket in her hands. He took it and placed it on the couch. "Thanks Clare Bear." He said, walking closer to her.
Her heart began to flutter again. There was something about him calling her that that wanted made her want to melt in his arms. His ruff hands made contact with her shoulders and slid down until his hands met with her's.
"Nothing that has happened was on accident," He said, pulling her closer to him until there was no space between them. "I hope you know that."
She stared at him, surprised. She was speechless. She looked into his golden eyes that were looking back into her emerald ones. The dimness she saw before was not there anymore, but a bright, fiery molten gold color that she absolutely loved. She shook her head, slowly.
"You're drunk, Jace." She made her way out of his gasp. "Go to bed."
He held on to his grasp, protesting her escape. She still happened to wiggle her thin arms out of his hands and made her way to her bedroom. "That doesn't change anything though." He said, following her to the room. She took a step into the room, until Jace caught up with her. She turned around and looked at his face. She could see his muscular jaw set and his eyes on her.
"It changes everything," She said, looking down at his left hand holding her arm. "You won't remember a thing tomorrow – and I will."
"The fact that I'm drunk doesn't change –"
"It does, please just stop –"
"Let me finish what I was saying, Fray."
She looked down at the ground, not wanting to meet his eyes. His right hand grazed up her arm, making its way to her face. He lifted her chin to meet his gaze. "The fact that I'm drunk doesn't change the fact that I've wanted to kiss you again for months now."
Clary's breath caught.
"It doesn't change the fact that you're all I could be able to think about ever since we first kiss three months ago." His thumb brushed against her cheek and his other hand brought her closer to him. "And it also doesn't change that I feel something for you, Clary."
She couldn't say anything. Nothing came out of her mouth. She tried, but it was no use.
Jace bent his head, pausing for second before their lips touched lightly. It was a soft innocent kiss. A kiss two thirteen year olds would have. Short and sweet, yet romantic. He pulled away and looked at her, smiling.
"Goodnight, Fray."
And with that, he turned away from her, out of her bedroom and closed the door.
