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Chapter eight.
Clary huffed again. It was her own fault that she was in this mess- well not entirely. Jace had been present too when Luke had walked into the institute a little over three days ago. He had walked in, totally unexpected, and barged into her room. Luke hadn't been expecting her to be awake at this time and when strange noises where heard to be coming from the shower- well he knew better than to investigate now.
Luke had made the executive decision- after hours of nagging from Clary- to not tell Jocelyn about their escapade, he would ground her instead. He had made up some excuse about how she had purposely but her life on the line. And for this excuse Clary would be forever grateful. If he was being honest with himself he had had hoped, that all fathers did, that his little Clary would reach her wedding without doing any of that. It was clear however that he had been wrong to assume so. After all it was Jace we are talking about.
Clary was bored; she had been bored since she was placed on house arrest with no visitors. A side comment from Luke had been, "Especially Jace." That was the end of that argument, no matter how much Clary complained.
She sat on her bed with her sketch pad balanced against her crossed knees. Clary had sat in identical poses for the entire three days and her red hair sat in a lose ponytail at the back of her head- the old, worn elastic didn't stop the stray hair from escaping though. They hung around her face. For the past three days she had always been staring blankly at a rune she had scribbled at the corner of a page. (Three circles that combined to form a triangular shape.) Her hand had flown across the page when she had wanted to escape. Clary's thoughts had permanently been on escape and simultaneously reliving every sexual encounter that had ever passed between her and Jace. It seemed to be getting her through the days.
Jace… She had given up deciphering the rune and had started a new drawing. The outlines were already in place; the smooth continuous lines that extended from shoulder to hip; the outline of the flowing hair. She missed him. There was no way she couldn't miss him. They had, near constantly, been together; only being apart if fights had determined so. Clary pushed the stray hairs away- thinking of him wasn't going to bring him to her; so what was the point.
TV had lost its appeal a while ago and so had drawing- surprisingly. Although, drawing Jace no longer held any appeal, imagining him still did. The huge span of muscles pressed against her bare stomach and his hair dangling around their faces; it always did when he was on top. She could feel him, all of him, from the tips of his toes that pressed against her legs, keeping them apart, to the bulge in his boxers. All of it excited her; she could feel herself growing wet.
She imagined it was Jace's hand that skimmed along her breasts and down across her naval. They slipped into her blue, lacy pants and swirled one finger over her clit. There was a small part of her brain that fought against the illusion- it wasn't Jace it was her but the pleasure that his, her, fingers brought to her couldn't be forgotten. Clary pressed against her clit harder before bringing her left hand underneath her pants too, and finding herself sopping wet. She slipped in first one, then two, fingers; her walls pulsed harder as she pumped. Clary didn't know how long she would last but she needed this. "Jace," she moaned against her pillow. She knew she shouldn't moan- what if someone heard? - but Jace liked to hear her moan and she couldn't stop herself now.
"Thinking of me?" Clary's eyes burst open. There Jace stood, on her windowsill, well more crouched. His hard muscles were visible through his shirt. Her hands couldn't stop their actions- even if she had wanted to. Jace's eyes were fixated on her hands and the pleasure that coursed through her body. She couldn't take the intense stare and let out a long moan, "Jace."
He moved quickly and lay behind her on the bed but instead of replacing her hands with his, he leaned forward, "Clary, I want you to be a good girl for me, okay?" he didn't give her chance to respond but leant further forward still. His lips touched her neck, tasting the sweat that had built up, but that was all. "Now, finger fuck yourself harder, for me, now." She obeyed; her fingers sped up, just a tiny bit but that was enough for it to feel as if she was on fire.
Once again he pressed his lips to her neck, "stop," she whimpered, she couldn't stop. What did he mean she was so close to falling off. When she didn't he growled against her neck, "I said, m'dear, stop." This time it was more forceful, if she didn't stop bad things (or maybe good?) where going to happen. But Clary couldn't take the look of disapproval, she knew, was surely in his eyes. Clary's hands seized all movements. "Good girl," his hands ran along her thighs now, tickling her as they just barely brushed her skin. "Now, when I say I want you to come, you come." Jace's fingers travelled upwards, causing Clary's breath to hitch higher. Her fingers were still entrapped in her pants but Jace merely flipped the material aside. His long, pianist fingers pressed against her stretched folds. He didn't move them but allowed her, finally to move, and move she did.
Every nerve ending in her body wanted this release. Her fingers sped up and up; she could feel herself losing the battle on her approaching orgasm. "Now, now, did I say you could come?" Jace hadn't once moved his finger but allowed her to do the work. Once again she slowed down but just barely had time to breathe before he whispered: "Come, now Clary. Cream yourself all over my fingers." Clary groaned against the pillow again as he finally, oh sweet heaven, finally moved his fingers. She came long and hard against him; she could feel him grinning still against her neck and scowled.
"Jace, Jace you can't be here. If Luke finds you again he'll most likely kill you." He did nought but grin and roll her on top. Jace shushed Clary before pressing his hands in her hair and bringing his lips to hers. She had needed this- had craved not only his touch but the soft, warmness of his mouth.
Clary's and Jace's clothes soon found a new home on the floor, but not before Jace had rescued his steele and placed the contraceptive mark on her side and a soundless rune on the wall closest to them. "That," he punctuated this with a hard press to her throbbing clit, "should keep them from hearing." Clary didn't have time to think before he was once again pumping his fingers into her tight hole.
He spun her around so they both lay on their sides and grabbed one leg, under her knee, and pulled up towards her chest. Gripping her tightly he pushed into her, this new angle made them both tingle from head to foot. Jace pumped slowly at first, his fingers only barely brushing against her hard clit. Clary rolled her hips, squeezing him tighter and forcing him to move faster. The flitting movements against her clit and the extra friction made her sprint towards the edge so much closer. Both couldn't take the pumping for long. Clary bit down on his arm to stop herself crying out. The pain this caused brought him closer, he wasn't one for pain in the bedroom, but every once in a while Clary would bite him at the right time to just add that edge and bring him over. This was one of those times. His seed shot up and into her womb at the same time her walls squeezed around him.
Both of them couldn't be bothered to find clothes and with sleepy eyes fell asleep still entangled around each other.
Clary awoke first, it had only been a quick nap, and found herself staring at the rune she had created by mistake. When she stared at it she found that she felt free, being too high normally made her feel faintly sick and this rune made that same feeling run rampant in her stomach. She decided it couldn't be that much of a risk and grabbed her stele. Pressing it against her inner arm, she drew two lines that crossed with flicks at the end. They reminded her slightly of a bird in mid-flight.
She didn't feel the effects right away but when she noticed that her feet no longer touched the plush carpet of her bedroom floor she freaked out slightly. Clary tried to move towards her mirror but found that instead of walking she merely floated in the direction. Had she died and was now a ghost? No, if that was the case she'd see her body on the floor surely. Looking in the mirror she found that she resembled a ghost, in as such she was floating about a foot off the ground.
The soundless rune was still in place and working so no one but Jace, who rolled off the bed with a thump, heard her scream. Seeing her naked and floating around the room was a surreal experience for Jace but a million thoughts, none of them clean, flooded his brain and without thinking he grabbed her left knee lifted it above his head and onto his shoulder. However, before Clary could process the strange turn in events he licked against her folds. She whimpered and lifted her other leg to wrap them tightly against his head. This pressed not only his mouth further into her folds but his nose to come in contact with her clit. Clary bucked widely against him.
His tongue danced along her tight passage, moving in and out before he pulled it out and licked hard, tasting all of her essence. "What did you do," he groaned against her- the vibrations did weird things to her insides that made them clench and unclench so rapidly she came apart again. "A rune," she gasped out loud finally. Clary pulled her legs from around his head and felt herself float down- again; stopping at a foot above the floor. This put Clary an inch taller than him, her lips crashed down, for once, to his. She could taste herself on him and moaned against his lips. Their lips moved against each other and before she could stop his tongue was in her mouth and her plans to put the rune on him were temporarily forgotten. As they kissed she felt her body move away from his until she was almost vertical. She would have stayed that way but the angle made her neck ache too much for it to be enjoyable any longer.
He pulled away and almost doubled over laughing at the state she was in; completely starkers' and hanging almost completely upside down. Jace decided that he too wanted to experience it and drew an identical mark against his chest. He too didn't feel the effects right away but when he no longer felt the carpet he began to cartwheel around the room. He bumped into everything: her wardrobe, her book shelf and a stack of paper that had been left on her desk. This tumbling stack of paper he thought would be fun to whiz past. The air, created by his sudden movement, not only caused the paper to fly around the room, but caused Clary to push into him.
Before he had caused her to move rapidly towards him she had been thinking that he reminded her of Peter Pan, a book her mother used to read to her. Jace, like Peter, was just a young boy looking for fun. But however, Jace's was a little less… clean then Peter's fun.
"Y'know what would be fun while we're in this predicament?" Clary didn't need to be asked twice and wrapped her legs around his waist.
He was stunned he didn't think she'd be so willing to have sex in the air but he wasn't going to pass it up. He slipped inside of her, the contraceptive rune from before still burning on her side allowed them to go again. Clarys hands pressed flat against the ceiling allowing Jace to pump as hard as he wanted without fear that they'd bump their heads any time soon.
His lips wrapped around her right nipple and tugged causing moan after moan to burst from her mouth. The friction against her inner muscles delighted them both. She clenched and unclenched around him so hard that he swore under his breath. Jace could feel the tingling in his lower back and the stirring in his balls. He wanted it to last longer, maybe she wouldn't like floating sex and they would never repeat this? No, he would make it spectacular.
Jace switched breasts and brought his hand, which hand been placed firmly against her arse, to her clit. Jace squeezed it between his fingers causing another moan. Both of their breaths were coming in pants now; both were close. Jace pumped harder into her, her walls clenched and the dam inside of her broke, bathing him in juices. He came just as hard into her and both felt themselves lowering to the ground.
They collapsed against the bed, again wrapped in each other. "We definitely have to do that again," Clary muttered.
Hi guys, sorry this is up a little late, I had computer issues. Also I know I said that I'd upload every Thursday but this is no longer going to be able to work. I don't want to let you guys down so now the uploads will be every Friday, sorry for any inconvenience.
Now, back to the normal question, what next?
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