Okay so first off this may be a little embarrassing but I was wondering if anyone could please message me about all these acronyms and abbreviations used on this website. I'm knew here and I don't exactly know what it all means. I'd be very happy if anyone could help with my little..predicament :P

Clary

Clary breathed in the fresh morning air. In. Out. In. Out. She tried to focus on her breathing or even the chirping of the birds in the trees but it was no use, her mind wondered back to last night.

Simon finally came back up to his room after spending and hour or so with Jace. Clary was just lounging around on his bed when she felt him slide in next to her and cuddle up to her side. She knew something was wrong, he only ever cuddled her when he was feeling sad. Clary turned and ran her fingers through his long messy brown hair. "Si, what is it?"

Simon nuzzled into her shoulder and muttered, "Maia..." Clary sighed and held him closer, she knew any mention of Simon's late sister would make him upset for days and she could never get him out of his funk. "I'm sorry, Si. Is there anything I can do?" Clary always asked this when he was feeling down, so she wasn't expecting an answer, but he surprised her by saying, "Distract me, Clary?" Clary looked down and her face softened. This was her Si, her knight, a total and complete dork and pothead, but hers. She gently lifted his face to look into his eyes then leaned in and brushed her lips against hers. It started out as a soft kiss but quickly turned into one of passion.

Surprising her, Simon pressed into her harder and his hand found her hip and he squeezed it. Clary let out a soft moan that surprised her. She felt Simons tongue rake across her lips and she opened her mouth, allowing him access to her tongue. They swirled around each other, exploring the new territory, then Clary bit Simon's lip softly and pulled. She heard and felt Simon's growl and his hands slid up her stomach to cup her boob.

Clary shook her head trying to clear her thoughts. Oh, that was wonderful. I never knew sex would feel like that... It was... incredible. She was glad it was Simon who had sex with her. Over the years he always told her that what those men did to her in the alley didn't count; she'd be a virgin until she willingly gave her body to another. Making love to Simon made Clary's heart feel free and that's why she decided to go for a run. Clary ran along the concrete path and she realized she couldn't help herself so she stopped trying and continued to think about Simon.

She groaned as Simon squeezed her boob and opened her eyes to see Simon's smirk. "I love that sound, Clary." Clary blushed and looked into his eyes, "Si.." Clary stared at him trying to make him understand she was ready; she wanted this. She saw his eyes widen and then he looked nervous. "Are you sure, love? When I meant 'distract me' this isn't what I had in mind. We don't have to." Clary frowned, "I want to, Si."

With that Simon sat up on his knees, bringing her with him. "Clary, are you positive?" His hands found his way to her cheeks and he was running his thumb over her soft skin, needless to say it was slightly distracting. "Um... Huh?" She heard him chuckle and opened her eyes when she realized she closed them. "Oh jeez you're adorable. You looked just like a cat when it gets petted. Hell, I think you even purred!" Clary blushed at Simon and looked down. It wasn't her fault she liked the way his hands felt.

Clary was snatched out of her daydreams by the sight of Jace sitting on a rock just outside the path she was running. She slowed down and tried to catch her breathe, "Hey, Jace." His head snapped up and he looked at her surprised. "We meet again, little red." Clary smiled at the nickname because it reminded her of Simon, "What are you doing back out here? No offense but you don't look like the nature type." Jace smirked and just shook his head, "Just thinking. I need to get away from.. everything."

Clary looked at him and saw that he looked a little sad, "Jace, what's wrong?" She went over and stood in front of him. "You can trust me." She saw him look at her with lost eyes and she couldn't be sure but she thought she saw some look but it went away before she could identify what it was. "I'm fine, Clary." She knew he was lying and she wanted to ask him about it but they've only just started talking to each other after two years of going to the same school; she didn't know if he considered her a friend or not and she wasn't about to make the first step into friendship for him to just call her a freak like everyone else.

Clary felt a hand on her stomach and she looked at Jace, "Umm... what.." But she stopped when she realized he was tracing the skin that was black and blue from the punch her dad gave her. "What happened, Red?" Jace was looking at her with concern and worry in his eyes, all this time she thought he was just an airheaded jock and here his is, worrying about the girl everyone called the freak. Clary winced as he pressed his fingers a little too roughly into her stomach and she stepped back. "I-I fell." Jace grabbed her arms and pulled her back to him and then he quickly lifted up her shirt. "Jace!" Clary was embarrassed and she felt exposed but his fingers lightly rubbed her skin and she felt shivers going up her spine. No. No think about Simon. Don't let his touch effect you like this.

"This doesn't look like it happened from falling." Clary was trying to come up to an excuse when she felt Jace's lips touch her stomach. She gasped and blushed, "Jace, stop." He stopped and looked up at her then down at her stomach and frowned. "Is that-" But Clary stopped him when she ran her fingers along his wrist. He cuts? She didn't know what to do. First he's kissing her stomach and on the verge of figuring out her dad beats her and then he's completely frozen and lost she found his secret like he almost found out hers.

Clary lifted his arm and kissed his wrist softly, much like the way he kissed her stomach. She knew now it was sexual, not like Simon. No. It was more like the need for something so ugly to be blessed with something as beautiful as kiss, even it's a kiss shared between almost strangers. She saw his eyes widen with shock and heard his breathe hitch and then become faster. She could fell his heart pumping quickly in his wrist and she let go. "Don't worry, Jace. I won't tell if you won't." With that she ran off towards Simon's house, trying to forget the rush she felt from Jace's kiss and the smell of his cologne as she kissed him. Maybe everyone in this world is a little fucked up. Maybe we all just need someone to give beautiful kisses to our ugly past.

Jace

Jace just stared after her, he could still feel the warmth of her lips pressed against his cuts and the smell of her hair. He could feel the softness of her stomach as he kissed and rubbed that horrible bruise he was sure was made from a punch; nothing like a fall could produce something like that.

Jace sat there on the rock thinking about what just happened between him and Clary. It was weird but it wasn't at the same time; it felt right. He was being sweet to her and wanted to protect her from whoever gave her that bruise. When she kissed his wrist he wanted to be protected; he wanted to lay his head in her lap and have her run her hands through his hair. Oh, man. I'm developing serious feelings for this girl. I'm in trouble.