Alright, I'm trying not to ramble, but who knows. I literally just posted the last chapter as I'm writing this, so that's how much I update. Sorry if there's mistakes and errors, I don't edit after I write this, which is a bad habit, but I'm not trying to get too involved in this. Just bear with me lmaoooo. Also, still haven't edited my YouTube vid (if you want to, idk, watch my vids and subscribe, that'd be dope af) and I'm helping my ma with christmas stuff, so if this doesn't go up in the next hour after my last update, sorry. But thanks for understanding that I need to have a personal life. Shit, I'm rambling again.
Jace and Clary had broken into another bottle, Jace noticed that Clary giggled a lot more and was a lot more responsive to his witty comments than just blushing, he liked how comfortable she was. He had played her another song and asked if she wanted more to drink, she supposed it wouldn't hurt, it wasn't like they were going to do anything else. She had started to light candles around the living room to give them more light since the power was still out. She gazed out the window, the snow hadn't melted but it had stopped snowing. Snow was still up to car handles and it looked like a true winterwonderland. It was like they were in another world with the amount of snow that covered the city.
They were back on the couch now, they were closer together even though the couch was large, their knees touching. Clary felt drunk enough that she was just rambling, Jace had asked her about her favorite place she had ever visited. The excitement to relive a memory had made her words come quickly and her shoulders roll back and show how excited she was. Jace listened to her, he enjoyed listening to her talk, especially about something so important to her. He looked at her dreamily and noticed little things about her that he knew she didn't realize.
Perhaps it was the alcohol is what Jace thought, but when she explained the details of how her favorite place looked, she looked around the room instead of at him, as if she was looking at the scene she was describing was right in front of her. She blinked a lot and it made her eyes wrinkle but made her look younger, and when she smiled wider, she had a little dimple on her right cheek. Jace noticed that she touched her hair alot when she had more alcohol in her, tossing it all one way and then the other. She never found comfort with where her heavy hair layed.
Clary took a deep breath when she had finished, feeling slightly embarrassed that she had taken so much time in her story.
She giggled instead, "I'm sorry, that was a lot of word vomit.
Jace laughed with her and shook his head, "Don't apologize, it was cute."
She had her elbow up on the back of the couch and rested her head on her elbow.
"Why do you say things like that?" She blurted out. She felt silly for a second, but the liquid courage in her chest kept her embarrassment at bay.
"Things like what?" He smiled, he knew what she meant, but wanted to hear her voice more.
She rolled her eyes, "Things like, 'you're cute' and things that are really nice?"
He touched a hand to his heart and acted hurt, "Can I not be a nice guy?"
She pushed his hand away and laughed, "No, no, you know what I mean. You've never said anything like this to me before unless it was sexual, and here you are making me feel like pudding."
He smiled wide, he could tell that she hadn't meant to say what she said, but she didn't care. To hide her embarrassment, she gulped her wine. They had almost finished their second bottle, and Jace was feeling drunk, and he knew that Clary was feeling it more since she was such a lightweight.
He touched one of her curled locks, it wrapped around his finger naturally like a silk snake. She watched his hands twist in her hair but didn't flinch or blush.
"Because you are cute. You're a stunning girl, Clary. And I have a feeling you don't believe it and that no one tells you that enough."
There was the blush.
"My mom tells me I'm pretty." She giggled, and then she was quiet, staring at Jace with glossy eyes. "But I don't believe it."
Jace frowned, "That's unfortunate."
She pushed his hand away, "I mean, I don't need a man to tell me I'm pretty. I'm an independent woman." She tried acting sassy but her giggles betrayed her.
He smiled, "You're right, you don't need a man... But someone should remind you."
She looked at him through her dark lashes, his heart squeezing in his chest. Jace knew he was developing a crush on Clary, that much was obvious to him. She was a girl, no, he thought, she was a woman. She was kind and smart, funny and thoughtful, intelligent and mysterious. She kept him always guessing and every guess he had about her next move was wrong, and he liked that about her. She was always so unpredictable.
She looked away after realizing that they were staring at each other.
"You know about us girls, we get told a thousand compliments but only hold onto that one insult for the rest of our life." She looked down and played with the ends of her hair.
Jace furrowed his brows, "Well, whoever gave you that one insult is the most ignorant human being. What an idiot." Jace was actually very mad about it. Clary deserved a lot more than some immature boy calling her names.
She smiled at him, he had noticed that her smile was different when she was drunk, wider and made her cheeks crinkle more as if she was about to burst.
"Why have you never complimented me before?" She joked.
He laughed, "I compliment you all the time."
She pushed him lightly, "You compliment the great sex we could have, that doesn't count."
He laughed harder, knowing that she was right. But the thought had popped in his head everytime he saw her. Even her body type was much different than the other girls he'd been with. The girls he'd been with were busty and tall, wore a lot of makeup and had curves from the devil himself. Clary didn't really have curves, she had lovely hips, but she was smaller. Shorter and petite, but he liked that about her.
"We never talked much until being trapped." He said, a small feeling of regret in the pit of his stomach.
She leaned on the back of the couch again, "Why is that?"
His hand was on her knee and he drew circles on her leg. She watched his finger going around and around, mesmorized drunkenly.
"You clicked so well with my siblings and I felt like you didn't want to talk to me. I was jealous. Silly, I know," Jace admitted. There was no holding back now, "But I felt like I was that player that you saw from across the room and grimaced at. And i was a total player, but I felt like I couldn't connect with the rest of you guys."
He watched Clary frown, both from frustration and sadness.
"I didn't mean to-" She began.
He cut her off by putting his hand to her mouth, "You don't need to apologize, it was just as much me as it was you. I definitely could have been more friendly and tried to join in, but I didn't."
She looked down at first, then back at him. Their eyes locked. The only sound was the small fire they had just started and their breathing. His face was close to hers, close enough to notice that she had freckles in her eyes as well. Colors of brown and different shades of green speckeled in her iris's. He could feel the air of her breath from her nose on his fingers and the smoothness of her lips on his palm. She blinked and he realized that he was still covering her mouth.
He pulled away quickly, now he was the one feeling embarrassed.
She pulled at her hair again and smiled, her perfectly straight teeth showing.
Jace smiled in response, he couldn't help it, when she smiled, he wanted to smile.
"What?" He asked.
She giggled, he looked at her shoulder and noticed that her oversized sweater had fallen off her left shoulder, exposing her freckled skin and her tight collarbones.
"What were you thinking about just then?" She covered her face with her hand that was hiding in her sweater.
"What makes you think I was thinking about anything?" He laughed with her, unable to control it.
She leaned forward, her face inches from his. Jace's mouth felt dry as he looked at her smile. Her pink lips stretched over her white teeth, her pink tongue sticking between the space of her teeth.
"You were thinking about kissing me." She giggled.
He swallowed, all smiles left his face.
"What were you thinking about?" He asked, trying to hide his shock.
She giggled again, the sound of her laughter making Jace's stomach flutter.
"I was thinking the same." She leaned her head to the side. He knew that she hadn't meant to say any of that, but it sill made his heart beat erratically because he knew she was being honest.
He swallowed hard.
She leaned back and pouted, "Why won't you?" She asked. She sounded hurt that he hadn't kissed already, and it made him feel like he went straight to heaven. Girls usually lunged for him, but she wasn't going to, and that was one assumption he was right about.
Jace stroked her cheek, her skin smooth and hot. Instead of pulling away, she leaned into his hand. His fingers twitched to touch more of her skin. He wanted to touch the curve of her jaw, the slope of her neck, feel her collar bone and her shoulders in his hands. He wanted to feel her hair tickle the back of his hand if he'd tuck his hand behind her ear, and wanted to feel her eyelashes touch his cheeks if he had just leaned in.
He sighed, and looked at her, sadness and eagerness in her green glossy eyes.
"Because I'd rather do it without the amount of alcohol we have in our systems."
Clary was stunned for a moment, and then smiled.
She sighed as well, looking disappointed but content.
"You're such a good person. You suck." She stated and then started to laugh.
Jace laughed with her, both of them holding their bellies and wiping tears from their eyes.
LMAO, you thought they were gonna kiss. Chill. Not today. Maybe not ever, I don't want to give anything away because I'm literally writing this as I come up with it. Zero knowledge of what is going to happen next. I kinda just let things happen as if it was real life and I didn't know what was happening next. So, I'm just as stoked as you guys, trust me. As usual, I really appreciate all the feedback and praise this has gotten, and I'm always reading your reviews and taking consideration. Like last chapter, I even will call you out and thank you for the suggestion you gave me. Idk, do I kinda wanna reply to the reviews I get, but like, do people do that? I'd most likely just say thank you so much for your feedback, yadda yadda yadda, but Idk, I don't usually write on fanfic, I just read. Shit, I suck at not rambling. I'll probably start another chapter literally after I post this like I always do. So watch out. 3
