AN: I hadn't planned to update today. I'm having one of the most stressful days of my life, my husband is having surgery and I tried everything to stop my worrying and outbursts of crying, but nothing was working. So I turned to my writing to get out of my own head. It worked somewhat, at least far better than anything else. I guess anger, fear, and anxiety are great for writing and writers; funny cause I always thought that was BS.

Thank you to my guest reviewer from last chapter, I appreciate the lovely review. :)

Editing might not be the best. If you spot anything let me know, and please review whether you spot errors or not.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything associated with the Mortal Instruments I just can't seem to let go of Cassie's Characters.

BTW Chapter 8 is finished pretty much, it's more of Jace's POV. I'm holding the chapter ransom until I get some reviews. No set amount as a goal, just review people. I admit I haven't reviewed every single chapter I've read on here, but for nearly all, I review after reading. It's a lot of work to write and it's sharing a lot of yourself to post it for everyone to see. So review please. :)

Enjoy!

Chapter 7:

Clary POV:

I couldn't believe how much fun I was having, or how hot it was in this club. Thankfully I chose the thinner and shorter dress for tonight; otherwise I might have a damn heat stroke. But, it would be so worth it. I've not felt this free in a while, grinding to the music flowing through the air and my body, I felt it as all the tension of the past week drained from me. I wish Alec could would get his ass out here, but I understand that this doesn't always do the same for him as it does for me. Sometimes he actually gets more tense from a night of drinking and dancing. It's so bizarre how he'll get all bent out of shape over some dancing. Hopefully he's relaxing at least. God Clary you're pulling an Alec and over thinking everything while you've got some hot as hell boys and girls to just have some damn fun with.

The girl in front of me grinding on my thigh is pretty fucking hot; she looks like she's a little bit Asian with beautiful almond shaped brown eyes she's accented with gold shadow complimenting her naturally tanned skin. She has full lips, delicate bone structure, and silky black hair that falls in pin straight locks down her back just brushing past her shoulder blades with a crown of braided hair keeping it all away from her face, she looks like a runway model in her tight gold dress. I'm a little jealous of how smooth her straight her is and the black color is reflecting the lights making her kind of glow. I can't resist stretching my arms over her shoulders and running my fingers through it occasionally. Every time I do she gives me a sly smile like she knows exactly what I'm thinking. She leans forward and her lips brush my ear as she talks loudly enough to be heard over the music, "You're fucking hot as hell, but I have a girlfriend. Although we are a little open in our relationship, she might lose her shit if she sees me getting too friendly with someone who looks as sexy as you."

I can't help but blush a little at the compliment, even if it was just a nice way to turn down any interest I might have in more than dancing. "Oh I'm sure someone as beautiful as you would have someone in your life."

She winks at me and shifts a little closer at my compliment. I'm not that into girls, but I have to admit from time to time after a bit of drinking and some dancing I've made out with a few. Girls know exactly how to kiss me to maximize my pleasure and their skin and lips always seem a little softer. So I'm into kissing them at least, I don't know if I'm ever going to go further with another girl but I never say never. The guy behind me seems to be in a trance from our conversation and the soft touches we are exchanging, he's barely moving enough to be called dancing and he's just kind of holding my hips at this point while eavesdropping on anything he can. I can't help the giggle that escapes my mouth thinking about how ridiculous guys can be when they think two girls are going to make out in front of them. I mean it's just kissing and there are plenty of people all over the club kissing.

Feeling a little devious I decide to tease the guy just for the hell of it, plus I wouldn't mind finding out if, Aline, the girl I'm dancing with is as good a kisser as she as a dancer. I pull her a little closer and lean up slightly until my lips can brush her ear, "Hey you want to put on a little show for her, get her a little jealous and a lot turned on. Could be some phenomenal sex later tonight, for you both"

She had to turn her neck at an awkward angle and lean down so I could hear her, "Hmm, what did you have in mind?"

"I was thinking some light to heavy kissing and we could go from there." I pulled back then to give her my own sly smile and a wink. I knew she wanted to kiss me from her earlier comment and the way she kept turning me to grind with her anytime I had tried to dance with someone else. It was just a question of whether her girlfriend would appreciate the show more than she would be angry about Aline kissing someone else.

She looked me in the eyes then, and turned to find her girlfriend off to the side with a drink in hand. She nodded towards me while maintaining eye contact with her girlfriend. I turned slightly to see what the verdict was; her girlfriend looked me over and then smiled a beautifully sensual smile before giving a slight nod.

Aline let out a breath and said, "Fuck yes", before turning back to me in a flash and grabbing the back of my head while simultaneously pressing her lips to mine in a heated kiss that took my breath away. It was nearly violent in its urgency, primal was the only description that truly fit this kiss. Her free hand slid from my waist down my body knocking the now completely still nameless guy's hand off my hip on her way to my ass. She grabbed me firmly and with a squeeze of my ass she pulled my body flush against hers, all the while we were still rhythmically grinding to the music.

She tasted like strawberry and coconut from her drinks earlier in the evening and I had to admit it was delicious combination that I was definitely enjoying. She nipped my lower lip gently and I opened my mouth to invite her in, actually I was ready to beg her 'really' kiss me. Aline didn't waste any more time, and she thrust her tongue roughly into my mouth owning it with a passion that surprised me. I guess my earlier teasing was getting to her as much as it was getting to the guy who was now likely a statue behind us.

As we were kissing so fervently I lost track of everything around me, damn she could kiss. Finally I had to break the kiss, or risk passing out on the dance floor from lack of oxygen. Aline wasn't done yet apparently as she moved to my neck nipping and tonguing the soft bites all the way up to my ear where she bit down on my ear lobe before whispering in my ear breathily, "God, if I knew you kissed that well I would have done that half an hour ago when I first spotted you."

I laughed softly at her enthusiasm; she wasn't the only one impressed. I pulled back and gave the only reply I could, "I wouldn't mind doing that again if your girlfriend wouldn't maim me, but I think it might be pushing her a little too far past teasing to just plain pissed off."

Aline laughed and nodded her agreement, apparently she thought it would be risky too. "Yeah, we should let her cool down first; maybe we could all get a drink together."

She waited for me to agree before grabbing my hand and pulling me along behind her towards her girlfriend and hopefully more drinks for all of us.

Jace POV:

Getting into the club was easy as always, I breezed past the line and walked up to Bat, the bouncer on the door and gave him a nod as I ducked inside. He returned the nod just before I disappeared into the crowd just beyond the interior doors.

Damn this place is packed, its more than the usual Friday night crowd in here. I had forgotten that most of the high schools had let the students out for the year, so I was going to have to watch out for the young girls tonight. I marched up to the bar and ordered a whiskey to get me started.

Leaning back against the bar to survey my options for the night, there was always the usual crowd of easy prey prancing around the edges of the dance floor and grinding promiscuously at the edges of the floor, making sure the bar and room could see them I'm sure. Not feeling like dealing with the generic sluts who might be an easy one off, but a lousy lay, I focused on the new comers.

There were a lot to choose from, but some of them looked way to young, the younger girls were always a bit more trouble than they were worth. I certainly didn't want to end up with a virgin in my bed, God that would be a nightmare. As I perused the options available I caught a glimpse of fiery red hair out on the dance floor. I couldn't see much else but I hadn't had a red head in my bed in a very long time, maybe never, at least not a natural red head. I stalked closer to the dance floor and leaned against a support beam ignoring all of the flirty smiles and winks on my way there.

When I finally got a clear view of the red head I was enthralled watching her dance with a pretty Asian girl. They were lost in each other grinding and giving each other alluring smiles that hinted at the sexual tension building out on that dance floor. She was pure sex; a body that took my breath away and made my cock twitch, the face of an Angel, and eyes that captivated anyone they graced with a look. God, that beautiful red hair fell in a waterfall of gorgeous curls down to the small of her back, bringing the eye down to that perfectly rounded ass. I knew I had to have her, tonight.