Chapter 4
Clary POV
The next few days fly by. Jace has been attentive as ever if not more. Every morning when I wake there is breakfast waiting for me. He never leaves my side either. Like…ever. I smile as Jace sits the tray full of food on my lap. He sits down beside me and puts the tray between us. This is the game we play, we prop up in the bed and feed each other. Jace isn't eating much, instead he is drawing imaginary designs in the sheet, and tugging on the lost threads on his shirt.
"Okay Jace, I give up. What is going on with you?"
"Nothing…"
"Tell me."
"I just want the wedding to be as soon as possible. I want for you to officially be mine. I've already worked on my vows…."
"You have?"
"Yes Clary. My hands are just itching to draw those Runes on you and make you mine."
"Oh…" I look down at his hands. Rough and calloused. I softly run my finger down the length of his hand.
"I love you Jace. The time will be here soon. We still need to tell your family. It's hard to believe we have to go home tonight. Can we just take a portal?"
"Yes. We
"What happens when we get back?"
"What do you mean?"
"Will I have to go home?"
"Never. Never will you have to go back to that place again my Clary. You're home is by my side. Forever and Always. No matter what. I promise."
"Thank you Jace." I pick up a piece of toast and hold it out to him, offering him a bite. He takes it willingly and smiles.
"You're welcome."
I put the toast down and reach over to the bedside table, grabbing my stele.
"I have an idea. An image just crossed my mind. I figure since I can't get you a ring this would be nice." I grab his arm, turning it over so I can draw a rune on the inside of his wrist. It's intricate, and complicated, I don't really know exactly here I got it. I think I might have created it. All I know is that when I'm done, he will need to mark me and then we will be bonded. Not wed, but bonded in a sense that we weren't before. When I'm finished I take a deep breathe and blow on it gently. I kiss the center of the rune and hand him my stele.
"Your turn Jace."
After our intimate drawing session is over Jace rolls out of bed and leads me into the bathroom. He runs a hot bath judging from the amount of steam and slowly peels his shirt and boxers off of me before taking off his own clothes. He holds my hand so I can step into the bath tub and sits behind me, holding my body close to his. We do this sometimes too. We sill haven't had sex, but we just strip naked and hold each other, mainly in the bathtub or a shower. I know it's cliche, but its like we're in our own little bubble that nothing can penetrate. He leans his head down and kisses my shoulder softly, trailing small kisses up until he gets to my lips, he kisses my softly for a moment but the air suddenly changes and I am turning around, straddling him and twisting his damp-at-the-ends-hair around in my hands, making him groan. I cling to him like he's a lifeline, and he does the same. He runs his tongue along my bottom lip, asking for entrance, which I grant all to willingly. Everything inside me tightens when his hands move up my body, towards my breasts. A small sigh escapes me when he reaches his destination. He takes his mouth off mine and softly blows in my ear.
"Come. Lets go to bed so you will be more comfortable. I promise you can tell me to stop anytime."
"Yes." Is all I can muster up in my state of mind. Jace picks me up and carries me to the bed without breaking our new formed kiss. He yanks a small fleece blanket off the bedpost and sits down against the headboard, pulling me onto his lap and draping the blanket around my shoulders while he murmurs something about pneumonia. He resumes his previous 'handiwork' on my breasts and I softly nip at his shoulder. I feel something that isn't exactly soft, but smooth and firm under me. I idly wonder if it might be his….I've seen it but haven't exactly felt it. Jace shifts slightly and takes his mouth and hands off me.
"Clary I want you to try something okay?"
"Alright. Just tell me what it is."
He shifts me to where he is leaning back a bit and I am sitting beside him with my head on his shoulder.
"Give me your hand."
He guides my hand down to his dick and places it on the base of it, his hand covering mine.
"Now just follow what I do."
He takes a firmer grip on my hand and guides it slowly up and then down. His face flushes as he starts to build a steady pace. I look at him through hooded eyes.
"Could I…try it alone?"
He closes his eyes and nods as he releases my hand. I sit on his knees and he holds my waist, burying his face in my neck as I take hold of him again.
Alec POV
"Damnit! Why won't this thing die!" I groan loudly as I pull my second seraph blade from the holster on my back. Isabelle restrains the demon with her golden whip.
"I don't know! Keep trying! I can't hold it much longer, Alec!"
I start slicing wildly at the demon and finally decide that our weapons aren't going to work. We have to use other abilities.
"Hold it a little longer." I put my blade back and pull out my stele.
"What are you doing?"
"Exactly what Clary showed us." I dig my stele into my hand and draw the freezing rune that Clary taught us a few weeks ago. It's a stretch, but if I can freeze the thing it won't be able to deflect the weapons with its powers.
"Okay Isabelle, let go and run." I hold my hand out the second she lets go and a weird light shoots out of my hand and the demon doesn't freeze. It disappears. Obliterates. My eyes widen as the remains shower over us. They burn like acid and I run to Isabelle, grabbing her by the arm.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I think its go-" She freezes and looks over to the neighboring roof. There are several people. One is recording with some sort of camera…Shit.
I pull my hood up and grab Isabelle by the arm.
"We have to go. Now." I hold my stele down to my arm, pressing it into my invisibility rune, Isabelle does the same and we vanish into thin air.
