Clary looked between Jace and Luke her eyebrows raised, as far she could remember she hadn't done anything; especially anything worth this much fuss. She took a step towards Luke the warmth of Jaces body fading as he stood where he was.
"Luke what are you talking about? What happened?" she asked reaching her hand out to clasp his shoulder in a comforting manor. He lifted his head from his hands, his usually coloured cheeks now dull and stained with tears "she's gone", he choked his head falling forwards again. "Gone what do you mean gone?" Clary demanded her level of annoyance at her mother rising, she understood Jocelyn punishing her but why would she make Luke suffer? He hadn't done anything, in fact he'd been on her side the whole time.
"Pull yourself together man and tell us what happened" Jace practically yelled throwing his hands up, "Jace!" Isabelle scolded slapping him lightly on the arm. He glared at her but when he turned back towards Luke he kept his gaze even and his lips pursed in a tight line.
"Your mother left shortly after you did, said she was angry and didn't want to talk about it. She sent me out for dinner and when I came back she was gone and so was her suitcase and some clothing. She left a note but all it said was she needed time and she'd be back soon, Clary what are we going to do?" He looked up at her his eyes pleading. Clary's heart clenched. It was one thing for her mother to punish her but Luke didn't deserve this, no matter what he'd always been there for Jocelyn whether he agreed with her or not he'd side with her over Clary any day. She chewed her bottome lip and looked over at Jace but his expression was neutral, his way of leaving the decision entirely up to her. She felt tears start to sting her eyes but blinked them away quickly. She felt bad for doing this to Luke but she didn't want to waste anymore time on Jocelyn if she wasn't going to grow up and accept that Jace was a part of her life.
"I'm sorry Luke. Really I am but I won't help you find my mom." Luke's eyes flashed with anger, "What do you mean Clary she's your mother, she-" "She hasn't been there for me for a long time. This past year all she cares about is you and keeping Jace and I apart. She spends all of her time with you and when I do see her all we do is fight. I won't help you find her." Clary looked down at the ground a small blush staining her pale cheeks. She wasn't used to everyone staring at her let alone while she was having a fight. Luke looked like he'd been slapped and everyone else was very still almost like they were holding their breath. Luke started to speak his voice demanding "Clary you will-"
"She will nothing!" Jace interrupted. He'd been quiet throughout most of the conversation so Clary was surprised that he'd only now decided to interject. "She will do nothing. Unless of course she wants to, however I feel that she's made it very clear that she does not want to help you.: Jace took several steps towards the werewolf and clenched his fists at his sides trying to contain his ever growing anger towards the older man.
How dare he come in here and demand for her help after all that Jocelyn's put them through. Luke looked around Jace and locked eyes with Clary "Clary she's your mother." his voice was pleading and she felt herself start to come apart the tears resurfacing, Luke didn't deserve this but Jace didn't deserve the constant judgements Jocelyn seemed to harbour towards him. Jace seemed to notice Clary was getting upset because he turned his steely blue eyes to glare at Luke and growled "I think it's time you left." He closed the gap between them and took an iron grip on the older mans upper arm before he non-too gently led him out the front doors of the institute.
In the kitchen everyone was silent, Simon's hand reached out and found Isabelles who intertwined her fingers with his and gave him a reassuring squeeze, then took a step towards Clary. "Hey are you-" she started but Clary quickly turned and cut her off, "I'm fine" she tried for a smile but the tears had already started to slip past her bottom lids and her lower lipsquivered ,she abruptly turned on her heels and fled the kitchen, the swinging door closing with a soft click behind her.
A few minutes later once the tension in the room had died down Jace came walzting in his eyes searching for the familiar red head who seemed to be missing. After a quick once over of everyone else he opened the fridge with a flourish while they stared at him as he grabbed two cans of pop then proceeded to open the top cupboard and grabbed Clary's cracker of choice. When he turned to leave he still felt everyone's eyes on him "Either my looks can literally take your breath away or you've all forgotten how to speak" Jace said pressing his back against the counter. He looked at Magnus his lips quirking up into a grin "try not to stare so hard as I walk out" he said stepping away from the counter and towards the door, "I know you're an ass man Magnus and mines a force to be reckoned with however Alec is the jealous type and you'll only make him and his tiny touchie uncomfortable." He then made his exit with more swagger than usual especially after he heard Alec gasp and Simon try to staunch out his laughter before it got out of control.
He made his way down the dimly lit hallway the only light coming from the many sconces that lined the walls, his feet skimmed over the old carpet that had been worn down to it's thread and he counted all of the doors until he reached the 13th on the left. Clary once asked him why he chose an unlucky number for his bedroom and he'd replied with "Clary when one is as unlucky a man as I he needn't worry how much extra misfortune he is adding to his life for misery and disappoint will seek him out whether he is in the luckiest room of the institute or the darkest corner of hell. When you are born unlucky nothing is unlucky." Clary had looked at him for a moment confused then pressed her hand to his chest over his heart "Not everything can be so terrible Jace... can it?" her eyes were wide and there was a subtle hint of fear in her voice so he lifted his hand and took her cheek gently in his palm, "I was unlucky Clary until the day I met you..."He was snapped out of his reverie when he walked right into his bedroom door instead of opening it by the angel he whispered under his breath as he fumbled with the door knob since his hands were full. After a bit of a struggle he wrestled the door open to find a seemingly empty room, he walked inside and placed his assortment of food on the large desk across from his bed and looked up just in time to see Clary open the bathroom door.
Her eyes were red as well as the tip of her nose from crying, her cheeks were flushed and she was twisting her hands nervously in the ends of her shirt. "Do you...do you think I did the right thing?" her eyes were now downcast and her hair felll in loose spiraling tendrils around her face, "am I terrible for not helping? For not finding her?" Clary's voice hitched and Jace noticed her shoulder shudder slightly like she was trying to hold back a sob. He stood and looked at her for a moment not saying anything before he slowly walked up to her and took both her hands in his. He looked down and smiled at how much bigger his hands were, hers were so small and so dainty, the hands of an artist. He pressed his forehead to hers and whispered gently "I love you." He didn't know what else he could say. Agreeing that she'd done the right thing wouldn't reassure her, or trying to explaing her own reasons would only make her doubt herself so Jace had decided to say the only thing he was ever really sure about and that was that he loved Clary.
She turned her face upwards towards his, her lips lingering just below his waiting for him meet her halfway. Unable to restrain himself he slowly bent his head lower until he pressed his lips lightly against hers, the kiss was short and sweet but Clary seemed a little more eager than Jace expected considering the day she'd just had because when he pulled away she pulled him right back.
Her hands-that had been clasped in his, were now at his hips and making their way upwards pulling his shirt with them. Not wanting to disappoint Jace lifted his arms above his head and let her pull his shirt off and toss it somewhere in the corner, her hands were now on the bare skin of his chest and tracing patterns down his abdomen until she was just above the hemline of his pants. He'd worn training pants and Clary knew just how easily the black fabric would slide down his legs and there'd be but one more clothing barrier. Jace knew too and prepared himself to step out of his pants except Clary didn't touch them, instead she kept trailing her fingers up to his belly button then back down to the top of his pants.
After an excrutiating minute or so Clary tugged lightly at the draw strings pulling Jace towards the bed, once they reached the foot she gave him a gentle shove and he fell softly against the mattress. She looked him up and down before smirking and she finally pulled his pants down from his hips to his feet then threw them roughly in the same direction as the shirt. In a matter of seconds she was on top of him again her mouth moving against his and his hands clasped tightly on her ass, her kisses moved to his jawline then his neck where she started to suck and lick the soft spot just below his ear making him moan into her hair. Jace let his eyes drift closed and his fingers slide lazily up her body and underneath her shirt to rest on her hips. Clary's hand was gliding down his chest and headed straight to where he needed her to be but before she got there she was stopped by his hand wrapped tightly around her wrist, "Clary we can't" he breathed out and she could tell he was struggling with telling her to stop since his underwear was now forming a generous tent where his erection was just begging to be dealt with. "Why not?" Clary was surprised that she sounded just as breathless as Jace, "I'd be taking advantage of you and it wouldn't be right" he ground out pulling her away from his throbbing member and up towards his face "you're upset and...and it wouldn't be right."
Clary smiled at him, "Jace I'm perfectly capable of making rational decisions it's not like I'm drunk" he looked up at her slightly confused "but Clary why now?". After a moment of silence Clary quickly straddled Jace's hips and put her arms on either side of his head so she was leaning over him her face inches from his "because Jace now I need a distraction." That seemed to be the only affirmation Jace needed because soon after his hands were in her hair and he was pulling her shirt up and over her head.
Jace couldn't really remember if Clary had taken his boxers off or if he'd shimmied out of them but at the moment all he could think about was the way her body was pressed up against his, the way she'd bite his lower lip and whisper what she wanted to do to him in his ear. But Clary was getting sick of foreplay and her hands were wrapped gently around his shaft. She started pumping slowly at first then faster up and slower down adding pressure near the base and tip. Jace wrapped his hands in the sheets and tried desperately not to cry out, he knew she was teasing him but it felt so good and he was surprised when she suddenly stopped. His head was back and his eyes were closed but just as he was about to open them Clary flicked her tongue out and ran it from the base of his erection to the tip. Jace who was unprepared shuddered and whimpered his eyes were squeezed shut and he was biting his lip to keep from shouting. "nnghhg fuck Clary that-" then she took him in her mouth, his entire length was pressed to the back of her throat and she started to suck. This time Jace couldn't help himself he let out a loud moan, he clapped a hand over his mouth and tried to quiet down but Clary knew exactly what she needed to do to him to get another reaction and it wasn't long before he was panting, and moaning her name over and over until he had to make her stop or he'd cum. She looked up at him from her spot between his legs and smirked, without saying anything Jace sat up and pulled her towards him to place a hard kiss against her lips before he flipped them so he was ontop.
Since Clary had teased him Jace deemed it only fair to do the same he kissed along her collar bone then up to her neck where he sucked the skin and felt her writhe beneath him waiting for him to please her. As if on queue he slid his hand over her breasts and down her stomach to the inside of her right thigh, then, very slowly he let his fingers glide to her clit. He felt her tense beneath him as she waited for him to add pressure but he didn't, instead he lightly swirled his finger around before sliding it down her folds. She pulled her face from his and pouted up at him her bottom lip sticking out and her eyebrows pulled together, she looked adorable and not wanting her to suffer anymore Jace quickly pressed down against her clit and started to move his hand in a circular motion. She shuddered beneath him obviously not ready for the sudden contact but soon she was moving her hips in time with his hand and her fingers were wrapped tightly around his bicep. "J-Jace" she gasped his name when he slowly slid one finger inside of her. However Jace was determined to get his favorite reaction so after a couple slow pumps he added a second finger. Clary curled in on herself pulling his shoulders down against her and her legs went rigid "fuck Jace".
That was the reaction he was waiting for, when his sweet, innocent Clary would lose herself completely and not realize she was swearing let alone moaning a steady calling of his name. After he was certain she was ready he pulled his fingers out and positioned himself between her legs. He took the extra time to rub his length over her folds until finally he gently pressed himself inside of her.
She whimpered in pleasure and soon Jace had found a rhythm that had her moaning and writhing beneath him, her nails scraped along the skin of his back and shoulders and he was sure there would be marks but that made it all the more enticing. Their temples were beaded with sweat and Jace was panting above Clary and he'd let out the occasional growl when she lifted her hips to meet his in his feverish thrusting. Clary started to say something but it turned into a moan as her walls clenched tightly eliciting a groan from Jace as he felt her reach her release. He followed soon after his whole body losing energy and it was all he could do to roll to the side and not crush her completely.
He pressed his head against the soft pillow his eyes closed and his breath coming in ragged gasps, Clary wiggled closer to him her breathing just as labored and wrapped her arms gently around his waist. Jace with his eyes still closed let his hand drift up her torso and tangle into her hair where he lightly massaged her scalp "enough of a distraction?" he asked when his breathing was steadier. Clary didn't answer, Jace cracked one eye open to see that she was asleep her cheek against his chest right above his parabatai rune and her small hands clasped tightly around his waist. He smiled. More at himself than anything, he really had been a good distraction and apparently he'd done a good job of it since Clary seemed to be pretty worn out. He smirked again this time at Clary who's nose scrunched up in her sleep, letting out a sigh and wrapping his arms around her shoulders Jace let himself drift off to sleep the stress of that morning forgotten for the time being.
A.U- So long time no update and I apologize! A lemons chapter was requested so I hope I delivered to the anonymous reader who was kind enough to send me a message, thank you. To all of you lovely people following the story thanks so much for reading and feel free to leave a review :)