Okay so I'm pretty sure I thanked everybody via the email system thingy for review, but thanks to Hannah who didn't leave a return email thing, for your ideas and views and letting me know what you would like to see happen without your feedback I do not know what you want to read so thank you Also, I wrote that Jace's mum's name was Cecily in the last chapter, it was pointed out to me (correctly) that I got the names mixed up with Will Herondale's sisters name in the Infernal Devices, I apologise for that.
Magnus is 18, Alec is 16, Jace and Sebastian are 15, Izzy and Clary are 13.
Izzy waited impatiently for Clary as she got changed in their bathroom.
Clary had just turned 13 and had finally been allowed to wear a bikini instead of a one piece swim suit with boardies and a T-shirt over top.. (Of course this was due to Izzy's constant persuasion techniques being used on Jocelyn.)
Jocelyn hadn't been particularly happy about this as Clary had grown up a lot more quickly than a lot of the other girls her age and though she was thirteen, she could pass for fifteen, and Jocelyn was not happy about her baby girl looking older than she was, or participating in "frivolous activity" as she would put it, much to the annoyance of Clary.
Izzy had ignored Clary and Jocelyn's complaints and dragged her into a dozen surf shops before deciding on a bikini that looked almost the same as all the other as far as Clary was concerned. Although she did have to admit that it wasn't quite as skimpy as a lot of the others had been.
It fully covered her where she wanted to be cover, and wasn't too stingy on the amount of material used to make it, but it showed off a lot of skin compared to what Clary was used to wearing and she felt a little unsure and self-conscious in it. It was a rich beautiful black material with thin gold swirling designs scattered over the material, representing runes of joyfulness and beauty.
Clary finally emerged and Izzy eyed her over with a cocky smile of satisfaction, pleased with her choice.
Clary's tousled curly hair sat in gentle waves falling enticingly over the expanse of skin on display and Izzy knew that Jace would have trouble containing his emotions. Not either Clary or Jace knew that Izzy knew that Jace liked Clary; Clary didn't know Jace liked Clary, as a matter of fact, neither did anyone else. But Izzy was perceptive and she knew a whipped boy when she saw one. And Jace was whipped.
It was her personal mission to get Jace to finally give in to his building emotions and get with Clary.
Izzy was suspicious that Clary liked Jace back, but it was more of a subconscious thing and she wasn't quite ready to admit it. Yet. So Izzy didn't push it. Yet.
"What?" asked Clary nervously, unaware to all the speculation running through Isabel's mind.
"Nothing," murmured Izzy, non-committedly, and passed Clary short summer dress that reached halfway down her calves to slip over her swimmers until they reached the beach.
Clary thankfully slipped it over her head, unaware that Izzy knew that was exactly the type of thing that turned Jace on.
Izzy grinned evilly to herself and grabbed Clary's hand, laughing as they raced downstairs to get in the car with Alec, Magnus (Alec's boyfriend who is 18), Jace and Sebastian.
Alec tapped his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel of the car waiting for his sister and Clary to get there so they could leave.
"Chill babe, they'll be here in a minute," Magnus said, stroking Alec's knee, stopping when it just earned him a glare from his boyfriend.
Sebastian and Jace chattered animatedly in the back of the 7 seater car, waiting for Izzy and Clary to hurry up their asses and get down here.
Jace looked up as he heard the front door of the Lightwood's house slam closed and his breath caught in his through as his eyes slid past Isabel and he spied Clary running towards the car, her long lean porcelain legs summoning his eyes, enticing them upwards until they reached the hem of the short summer dress that billowed around her figure.
Jace was so drawn the vision of beauty that he failed to notice Isabel smirk conspiratorially when she caught him staring.
His stomach did a back flip and he took a few breaths to calm himself down.
Sebastian looked up when Jace paused in conversation and let out a low whistle.
"Wow, dude, that is totally not Clary," he muttered to Jace, his voice matching the pitch of his whistle.
Jace felt anger rise like bile up his throat and swallowed, forcing it back down again.
None knew he liked Clary so he couldn't blame Sebastian for stating the truth.
It didn't mean he didn't feel like punching him though.
"Sorry we took so long" chirped Clary as she slide into the car beside Jace, her leg pressing up against his, her bare skin grazing the skin on his legs where his board shorts had sidled up as he slide over to make room for her.
Jace's heart was pacing faster and faster in his chest and he took deep breaths that he hoped weren't too noticeable.
This was going to be a long car ride.
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Clary.
When we got to the beach after the immeasurably long car ride, everyone hopped out of the car and my eyes followed Jace as he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and yanked it off over his head exposing an expanse of a toned, perfectly sculptured, 8 pack covered stomach, golden entrancing skin and broad strong shoulders.
I felt myself drawn to him, and shook my head, as if trying to shake the thoughts away. Where were they coming from? He was my best friend, not my boyfriend!
I mean, don't get me wrong, I love Izzy, Seb, Alec and Magnus; but Jace and I had been together the longest and we were inseparable, no one else compared to him.
I sighed and tried to hold back the flood of fantasies as they swirled around and struggled to control my brain.
Shaking my head, I grabbed the bottom of my dress and yanked it off, eager to get in the water and not waste the time we had on this perfect beautiful day.
…
Jace.
Laughing, I pushed Sebastian over in the sand near where Alec and Magnus were reclining on the preposterous deck chairs they had brought to sun bake on, and Izzy was busy lugging all her junk like sun tanning oil down to the sand from the car.
Seb sat up and spat out a mouthful of sand, a look of distaste prominent on his face and I couldn't keep from chuckling at his expression as a sat.
He stood up and a heap of sand fell in a torrent down his legs and out of his shorts as he glared at me before heading off to the water to get rid of the same that had taken up residence in his pants.
I looked to see what Clary was doing and realised my mistake as I saw her fling her dress off over her head, leaving her standing there in just a bikini, nothing more.
My mouth went dry and I was hopeful no one was looking at my eyes at that particular point in time as I'm pretty sure my pupils were more than twice the size of normal.
I let out a breathe I wasn't aware that I had been holding and tried to stop my eyes from gliding over the perfectly flat stomach and the massive amount of skin available for my eyes to see.
I knew I was being a pig, but I couldn't help it.
Most shadow hunter females had muscles from training, but Clary was different. She was strong and resilient, but with lean muscles instead of bulk, and in a feminine graceful way. She was more like a ballet dancer. Strong and beautiful. My queen of beauty, grace and strength.
I huddled my shoulders over my body and tried to hide what she was doing to me. My stomach clenched, and a white hot fire burned brightly in the pit of my stomach, not willing to be put out easily.
Somehow I had to make it from here to the cold, concealing water without anyone paying much attention to my lower half.
A smiled as a light bulb struck my brain (metaphorically) and jumped up to put my plan into action immediately. The less time out of the water, the better.
I raced over to Clary, who was standing awkwardly near her towel, picked her up and threw her over my shoulder, grinning at her look of surprised and I raced down to the water. I felt as my nerves go on hyper alert as all of that skin pressed against mine and I struggled to contain the tremor that threaded to give me away.
"You're not getting out of it that easily princess," I smirked as I splashed into the freezing water and Clary kicked and screamed, laughing all the while as I threw her into the icy sea.
"Jace!" she spluttered accusingly as she laughed and surface. I grinned at her and laughed. I loved the way she said my name. The way her lips formed the letters so delicately and entrancingly.
"that's my name, don't wear it out," I smirked at her as she made her way over to me, water droplets trailing rivulets down her body, drawing my willing eyes.
She smacked me on the chest and grinned up at me, her checks bright red, and I knew she had caught me looking. Putting on a cocky grin, I ran my hand down my body and winked at her.
"Is this what you want? Generally people don't slap what they are trying to obtain," I grinned cheekily and smirked as her cheeks burnt brighter. It made her look beautiful.
I glanced back to the shore and caught a glimpse of Izzy forcing Seb to cover her with sun tanning oil and then darted my eyes to the large rock a few metres away from where we were swimming.
I looked at Clary, then looked at the rock, then back at Clary and smiled as she nodded and we made our way over to the rock to charter the unknown territory.
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She swam with smooth kicks of her long strong legs over to the rock and as I looked at her I felt the lyrics of a song pop into my head.
(listen to it! It's called she (for liz) by parachute and I heard it about 30 seconds ago and liked it and decided to put it in my story
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She, she is the words that I can't find,
How is the only thing that's killing me make me feel so alive,
And I couldn't speak,
I couldn't breathe to save my life
All of my chances swim like sinking ships
This time it's it
I'll drown or her mine.
I swam over to her, the lyrics resounding through my head. She turned in surprise as my silent form slid up close behind her, her back pressed against the soft moss covered rock wall behind her. I knew this was it. Once I went through with things, things could never go back to how they used to be.
The grin and silly retort faded from her lips as she caught the expression on my face, the expression of openness and honesty, my eyes full, pulsing with emotions writhing inside of me, dying to get out. My eyes were dark and intense.
The breathe caught in her throat as she gazed up at me and I opened my mouth to softly whisper words of want and need, to ask her to be mine, to tell her the way I had felt for so long; to show her the intensity of my emotions.
My voice low and husky, I uttered the words in near a whisper, love and longingness tugging at my heart.
"You, you are the words that I can't find,
How is the only thing that's killing me make me feel so alive,
And I can barely speak,
I can't breathe to save my life,
All of my chances swim like sinking ships,
This time it's it,
I'll drown or make you mine,"
Her gaze darkened and I felt my heart tug inside my chest as I watched the water drip gently over her tiny form, making seem fey, magical, too good to be human, and definitely too good for me. But I am selfish, and filled with desire, I don't care, I just want her.
I lowered my face to hers and slid my arms, gently, oh so gently and slowly around her waist. Her face tilted up to meet mine and I felt her breathe brush over my lips, making me tremble.
I inched forward and closed the gap, my lips grazed against hers, her soft body moulding itself it mine, her lips responded eagerly, making the tight coil of want and desire return stronger and more commanding, low in my stomach.
Something shifted and I knew things could never go back to what they were.
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