CHAPTER 10
***CLARY***
For the next few days, Clary stayed at home, takeing the doctor's advice to rest for a while. Simon, Rapheal and Aline visited every day, Aline sometimes with Isabelle, her new girlfreind. Alec called regularly to make sure she was okay, while Clary insisted she would be fine. As soon as her parents had found out, her mother almost had a heart attack and they both refused to leave her side for more than a few minutes.
Now was one of the few moments she could catch with no one fawning over her night and day. She truly appreciated everyones concern, but they were a bit overwelming at times. Clary was curled on the couch, watching a movie. It was almost time for dinner. Their was a knock on the door and Clary sighed quietly, but stood up and answered it. Rapheal stood there with a beautifull red rose in his hand. He smiled charmingly at her and held out the rose, "I just wanted to check on you again, hermosa"
"T-thanks", she managed to not swoon right there, but just by a little. She took the rose, "Would you like to come in? I was just watching a movie"
He smiled at her, "Why thank you, Clarissa. I would love to"
They went inside and Rapheal sat on the couch, "I have some red wine if you would like any?", Clary asked polietly, placing the rose in a vase.
"Why not? I need to relax a little after work"
Clary poured them both a glass and sat down next to him, "So how has work been since I've been gone?"
***TIME SKIP***
Four glasses of wine later, Clary was laughing and leaning on Rapheal's shoulder. She felt better then she had in a long time. Rapheal was fairly tipsy, but not as much as Clary was. Raheal wapped an arm around her and pulled her closer. Clary noticed how inviting his lips looked and couldn't help but press hers to them. Rapheal growled and pulled her into his lap, moving his lips passionatly against hers. It was clear how much practice he had and it made Clary's head spin. He traced her lips with his tounge and Clary gasped in surprise. His seeking tounge dove into her mouth and Clary tightened her grip on his shoulders.
Standing, he carried her to her room, never breaking their kiss. Clary felt herself fall and landed on her bed. Looking up, she saw Rapheal lower himself on top of her gently and kiss her with even more passion, and yet he treated her like a preacious treasure. It was getting harder for Clary to form a coherant thought as the wine and Rapheal's lips stole that abillity away.
He shifted them so they were in the middle of the bed as he pulled back from kissing her. Rapheal's hands went to her shirt hem. Just before he pulled it up, Clary rememberd the man in the alley, how he had torn off her cloths and pinned her down. The drink blurred her vision and she suddenly found herself looking up into the mans evil face, laughing at her for thinking that she had escaped him. Clary screamed and pushed him away franticlly, "NO! Get away! Get away!"
***RAPHEAL***
He looked down at the screaming girl in a panik, "Clary? Whats wrong!? I will stop!", then he remembered. The doctor had said something about how she might have post tramatic stress disorder. What an idiot he was! He sat up and pulled the thrashing girl into his arms, "Hush Clary, he's gone, I'm here now. Clam down, calm down..."
He rocked her and comforted her untill she was no longer trying to escape him. She cluched his shirt and sobbed. Rapheal mentally cursed that idiot Simon for allowing this to happen to such a preacious creature.
***CLARY***
Clary managed to clam her breathing as she looked up into Rapheal's famillier face. He smiled gently, "I am so sorry for triggering that"
"Your fine. Thats never happened before, so I have no idea what even happened"
"Post tramatic stress disorder. The doctor warned Simon and I about it, but I had forgotten all about it. This is all my fault"
"No it's not. The one who should be blamed is behind bars by now"
***RAPHEAL***
Rapheal nodded, but guilt still lingered and he wondered what he could possobly do to make her feel better. Then it hit him. Make her feel better.
Takeing her chin gently in his hand, he softly pressed his lips to her, giving her plenty of time to push him away. When she didn't, he laid them down, him on top of her. Pulling back, Rapheal balanced on his elbows, "Will you let me make you feel good, Clary? Put you back together again?" Clary looked up at him hesitantly, "You will love it, I promise"
She swallowed, "W-will I just be another of you conquests? A girl you hire, fuck, then fire?"
Rapheal looked at her apalled, "Who told you about that?"
"Simon", she said quetly, turning her head away from him. He held her chin and forced her to look him in the eye,
"I swear that I will not use you. I will respect your wishes, and I will cherish you like the preacious creature you are. Will you allow me the honour of loving you tonight?", the slightly scary thing was, he ment every word.
Clary swallowed and was silent for a few minutes, "Yes"