After Jace finished practicing basketball, he walked back to his place, thinking about the redhead he didn't like thinking about. He didn't like thinking about her because he didn't like the way his trail of thoughts change about her. He was becoming more and more pissed at the fact that he would have liked … something more. or less. It depended how you take it. He wanted more hate, and more passion. but he didn't want the whole relationship thing. He just wanted … to be treated otherwise than as a sexton. Because beside for mind-blowing sex, Clary would never say anything to him, while he found himself talking a lo to her during their little recovery time.

He told her how he felt guilty toward Seb for fucking her. He told her how he still missed his grandmother who passed away a year ago. He told her how he wasn't that fond of this image he had in school. He even told her that he envied the relationship she had with his sister, because it seemed that he never had one like that. See was his best friend, but he was fucking betraying him by fucking the girl he loved.

Clary never actually gave any sort of judgement to him. She sort of advised him, but mostly listened; and now, how strange as it seemed, Jace wanted to turn the clock and have the roles reversed.

And that's how he found himself at Clary's doorstep, without having even thought about it.

He entered without knocking, and called out her name, but the sound of his voice was covered by Michael Jackson shouting from the bathroom. He went there, and found Clary in a bath, her eyes closed, a beer in her hand and singing alongside Michael and his sister, Scream.

Jace did not say a word, gaping at the naked body of the redhead through the clear water and wishing to be buried inside her in this instant. He felt his trousers tighten with need, but before he could form any clear thought, Clary said, her eyes still closed:

"First, it's creepy to have you staring at me. Second, weren't you due here tomorrow?

"I think you got me confused with someone else."

Clary snapped her eyes open and turned her head to look at Jace. She frowned a little before smiling when her eyes fell on his bulge.

"Practicing with little boys makes you this horny?"

Jace didn't retort anything. He just left the bathroom to go to her room where he waited for her in her bed. When she came, she was wrapped in a towel, and Jace didn't give her time to think or breath, he yanked her to him before shoving the towel away and lying her in her bed. Then he kissed her with force before breaking the kiss and kissing his way to her breast saying

"Actually (kiss), I came here (kiss) with a new proposition in mind." He took her nipple between his lips, making Clary arch her back to him while his fingers where going down to her core. She hummed for him to continue

"I want us to have a truce."

"A truce? Are we at war?"

"Yes. And I want it to fucking stop. Because I like less and less fucking the enemy."

Clary didn't say anything, and so Jace viciously accelerated the flick of his fingers inside her, knowing that she liked that very much.

"Say yes, Tigress. Say less, and I'll fuck you so good, you'll lose your voice."

"Truce it is. But we're still just …"

"yup, just fuck buddies. You can go elsewhere, I can go elsewhere. Just no more hate."

And on those words, Jace trusted deep inside her, making her scream, he kept on thrusting again and again, loving how perfect her pussy felt around his cock; and when Clary orgasmed almost bringing him with her, he realised how reckless he just acted, and so retrieved his unprotected dick to pump himself into climax. Clary watched him, and winked at him, taking him in her mouth, and so he fucked her mouth releasing his load in her wet hole and making her swallow it before he let himself fall on the bed with her.

I Think I'll do,next chapter from Jace's PoV, first person.

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Next chapter will finally have some Clace fluff.

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