Clary had a cigarette between her lips as she kicked her feet up on the couch. Her TV was turned on, Hemlock Grove turned down low so it was just background noise as she picked up her sketch pad and a couple of pencils. She had the rough sketch she had drawn back when in her studio with Jace, and now she had to get it perfected. She glanced at the sketch she had drawn with Jace and then started working on her new one. It wasn't an overly complicated design, and in all honesty she would be able to just go off the sketch she had already done and just fill in the blanks if she was that kind of artist, but she was a perfectionist when it came to her art and when it came to the stories that she was tattooing on peoples skin, so she spent over an hour making sure it was exactly what she imagined he wanted.

Sometime around seven she ordered pizza, and the usual guy from her favourite parlour came up and they flirted a little. He was about her age, his name was Sam, and he was pretty cute, in a baby faced kind of way. He always brought her garlic bread for free and made not-so-subtle hints about how he would like to see for himself if she had any more tattoo's under her shirt. It was harmless and fun, and Clary always had a smile on her face after her left.

Simon text her before eight to say that he might have done a little bit of stalking online and he found a couple of videos that were shot at gigs for the Downworlders. Clary managed to restrain herself for all of three minutes—and one pizza slice—before she picked up her laptop and opened up Youtube. She searched for the user that Simon had messaged her and found the videos that he was talking about. None of them were particularly good quality, in sound or in visual, but they did the trick, and she could make out the band members and the songs they were doing. She found some of the related videos as well, and then there was one that was clearly filmed by a girl who was head over heels in love with the drummer.

With Jace.

It was completely understandable why, and it was hilarious listening to the drunk girl commentate as she zoomed in on Jace, the video shaking as she jumped up and down to the music.

Are you watching videos of them?

Clary laughed at the text from Simon, not bothering to respond. Then another one came in, making her laugh again.

You don't even need to respond because I already know you are. Probably checking him out and imagining all sorts of dirty things, you perv.

She tossed her phone to the side and went back to watching the video. They were now playing a song that they had played the other night when they had been at their gig, albeit the quality was terrible because of the screaming and shouting from the rest of the crowd. But that was okay, because Clary could still make out those long, elegant fingers, wrapped around the drum sticks that she had been lucky to get a close up look at. Every now and then when he wasn't thrashing away at the drum set, he twirled the drum sticks around, fingers flicking, and Clary was hit with a wave of dirty thoughts all over again about the things those fingers could do to her.

She clicked the metal ball against her teeth and shifted her eyes on the screen. Raphael and Isabelle were bantering on stage between the next song and Clary's eyebrow raised at the way Raphael's eyes focused more on the girls cleavage than her face.

And this was the guy that Simon seemed interested in.

Raphael's hair wasn't the bright red colour that it was now, and when she looked at the date in the corner of the screen, she could see that it had been posted almost a year ago. It was black and floppy, falling over his face. Isabelle's hair wasn't shaved on one side, although she still had the streaks of colour. The video kept playing, it seemed as though the girl had been there for the whole concert it seemed, because the video was still going as the band was thanking everyone and saying goodnight. Jace looked gorgeous, and her eyes strayed over to the hoop in the corner of his lip, and the casual way that he tucked the drumsticks into his back pocket of his ripped skinny jeans.

As they were walking off the stage, Alec threw his arm around Jace's shoulder and the pair of them said something to each other, laughing. Clary watched the way the jeans tugged to his ass, and then her eyes moved over to where Raphael and Isabelle were walking out off the stage as well, behind Jace and Alec, Clary noticed the way that Raphael's hand had reached out and hooked a couple of fingers into the band of her jeans, fingers idly resting against her ass.

So obviously the two of them were together, at least at the time. She hoped that they weren't still together now, for Simon's sake, because it had been a while since her friend had gotten laid, and even longer by someone as hot and as experienced as Raphael looked.

Clary finished off almost the whole pizza—Kaelie and Magnus continually complained about how much she managed to eat and still keep her slim figure—and got up from the couch to put the rest of the pizza into a plastic container and then into the fridge. She curled back up on the couch for another few hours with her sketch book on her lap, Hemlock Grove still playing in the background but she wasn't particularly interested in it. She only kept making her way through the series because she thought vampire guy was beautiful to look at. The werewolf guy was pretty good looking as well, in a ragged kind of way.

Clary lit up another cigarette, opening up the lounge window that lead out onto the fire escape. She really needed to open the windows more, especially when she was smoking, because there was always this lingering scent of cigarette smoke and weed in the apartment, mingled together with the incense she burned on a regular basis. Probably wasn't what her landlord wanted, but the guy never came around, so she figured she would deal with that problem when it occurred.

Besides, she liked the smell of her apartment, and so did the rest of her friends. It was relaxing, and smelt like home, and when they were all gathered together at her place they were all generally smoking cigarettes or joints anyway.

It was almost midnight by the time she turned off her TV and made a half assed attempt to clean up her art things in the lounge. She shuffled her papers into a pile and put her pencils into the chipped cup that had Dave Franco's face printed on it—a present from Kaelie a couple of months ago. She looked around and made a face, making a mental note that she probably needed to give her lounge a proper clean this weekend and the carpet definitely needed a vacuum before her eyes landed on the sketch book on top of her papers, still flipped open to her most recent page.

Jace's tattoo.

Which brought back all sorts of thoughts about Jace, and his toned torso, and his soft mouth, and those fingers.

It only took Clary a few minutes to strip out of her clothes and get her shower to the right temperature before stepping over the edge of the tub and walking down to the end where the shower was running. She got the simple things like washing her hair and shaving under her arms out of the way in the first part of her shower before letting her mind drift back to Jace. She had absolutely no problem with shamelessly imagining all the things she wanted him to do to her—it had been a month or so since she had had sex, but she had a good history to build on.

She lathered up her hands with her citrus-scented body wash, initially starting with actual washing before her hands starting wandering lower. One of her hands skimmed over her lower lips, her fingers light and teasing, not parting her folds, just running her index finger softly over her slit. She felt that spark in the pit of her stomach flare up and the red head instinctively spread her legs apart to give herself better access. The hand that wasn't between her legs went to one of her breasts, sliding over her slippery skin as she massaged the underside of her breast.

Clary played over her clit, feather light with the tip of her finger as the fire in her stomach grew and began spreading through her veins. She lifted her leg to balance it on the edge of the bath tub and unhooked the shower head—one of her favourite bathroom accessories. She tugged at her nipple while she angled the shower head between her legs, right over her clit.

Golden haired boys with long fingers skillfully spinning drumsticks danced behind her eyelids as she leaned her head back against the wall.

It didn't take long before she was dropping the shower head and it was bouncing off against the wall, and her legs were shaking as she came, slumping back against the wall as the shocks ran through her body.

I don't really have the energy for a paragraph thing sorry. I've been fucking spiraling for the past six weeks or so, although I guess I had my birthday? Which was okay?

Um...Nightmare by Halsey is a fucking anthem and I don't know how many times I've listened and cried to it in the past day and half it's been out.

Hope you enjoyed the update.