Tale of Two Flirts chap 8
Disclaimer: nothing at all to do with Cassandra Clare. And I know I have borrowed from here and there. Please,please excuse me all my wrong doings.
The moonlight glowed cold and silvery across Jace as he slept. Clary was on the bed close to him wide awake. She watched his even breathing. Finally, she could not control her desire for him and she reached out. Clary wanted to touch Jace, his hair his face, all of him. As she reached to push a piece of hair a hand quickly popped up and grabbed Clary's wrist. Clary sucked in her breath and pulled back. Was Jace awake? Was he dreaming? Many thoughts flooded her mind. Then Jace gave her arm a hard jerk and she fell onto his chest like a rag doll.
Clary lifted off Jace's chest and looked with worry into his eyes. As soon as their eyes locked his loosened his grip.
"Jace?" said Clary.
"Sorry, Shadowhunter reflexes. What were you going to do anyway, you little minx." asked Jace.
"I was just going to push that hair out of your face." said Clary.
"Why?" ask Jace.
"I wanted to touch you" said Clary completely open and honest. Jace brings his other arm around Clary's waist and she feels a gentle tightness in his hold. She bends down to kiss his lips.
"Clary." said Jace with a breathless voice.
"I want to touch you too." whispered Jace. They feel each other's breath as they slowly pass their lips skimming over the others. Finally Clary pushes down and they touching becomes a dam breaking and a flash flood of passionate embraces. Clary is not sure where everything will lead, but Jace seems to be there, in the moment. She wants him so much and she can feel how much he wants her too.
