Playlist:

Hiding- Chelsea Dagger by The Fratellis

Garage- The One That Got Away(Acoustic) by Katy Perry

Anatomy- Waiting Game by BANKS

Her heart was pounding in her chest as she skidded across the living room and behind the couch. She couldn't stop the panting breaths that left her mouth as perspiration surfaced on her forehead. No footsteps were heard yet, so that was a good sign. The couch was thankfully longer than her body, providing whatever security it could as she prayed he wouldn't' find her. At least till she could figure some other place to hide.

"Five mississippi…" A masculine voice echoed through the house. Clary bit down on her lips as she stifled a nervous squeak. Her head peared around the couch, cringing at the sound of the floorboards creaking under her. She was sure that he'd find her now. Now, as she trembled behind furniture and wondered why she'd ever gotten herself into the situation. But of course, he was being nice to offer her the chance to experience it. Like everyone else had already done. She was tired of being left out and now she would much rather be an outcast than experience one more second of this thrilling anticipation.

"Oh God," Clary grimaced as the seconds ticked by and the bedroom door opened. Her fingers, and whatever body parts she could manage, were crossed as she thought of just when he'd pounce at her, snatching her up and taking her away like some kind of predator.

"Ready or not… here I come!" He announced, his footsteps being heard throughout the house. A nervous breath escaped her lips as she wondered if her face was visible from a certain angle of the couch. Thinking quickly, she ducked her head between her elbows and bent her knees upward, resembling a fetus.

When his footsteps were in the same room as her, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up in fright. A whimper let loose from her mouth and Clary smashed her hand to her face, stifling the noise and hoping he couldn't hear her. If her hiding place wasn't visible to him, the noises she was making were like a red flag sticking out.

"Come on, I know you're in here," he taunted, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he made his way the entryway to the hall and closer to the couch. "If you tell me where you are, maybe I'll go easy on you. Give you a few pointers." There was a laugh caught in his throat as he searched for her, making her consider hiding under the coffee table or scurrying to the kitchen if he had his back turned.

Looking under the couch, she could see just that. If she were quick enough, maybe quiet enough, she'd be able to dash across the floor boards without causing a single creak. Sucking in a breath of good luck, she stood up and sprinted to the kitchen, hearing him laugh as she slid under the table and out the door that was on one wall.

"Come on Clary!" He groaned with a chuckle, following her with equal if not quicker speed. She couldn't help but giggle in a panicked joy as she dashed around the back yard and into the set of trees that were growing there. His steps carried a thud to them as he trudged around the dry soil looking for her.

"Any moment, and I'll be finding you. You'll see." He promised with a sulky voice. He wouldn't admit, not even if she begged, that he was getting frustrated with each minute that passed that he did not find her. "You'll see…" He said, and she could feel his breath warming the air around her. Before she could speak, before she could think, he had his arm wrapped around her waist and was pulling her to him. His fingers moved erratically around her stomach, making a string of laughs bubble up from her throat.

"St-stop!" She squealed, thrashing her legs in the air as he picked her up with his tall stature. He shook his head, his hair tickling her neck, and continued his playful assault.

"Say it, say it and I'll stop." He whispered.

"N-never!" She declared, squealing louder as his tickling increased. As much as she stretched her sneakers towards the ground, she couldn't. Or he wouldn't let her for the matter. Her arms were pressed to her chest as he used to wait of his own to lock them to her.

"Say it and I promise I'll stop the instant you do…" He said with a hint of playful flirtation in his languid voice. One more second of enduring the torture and she was sure that her heart would burst in her chest.

"Okay!" She shouted, her neck stretched as she struggled to get away from him. "J-Jace Herondale is better at me then hide and seek!" Clary huffed, sighing gratefully when his fingers stopped moving against her sides. But he wasn't done, no not ever.

He flipped her around to face him and instinctively she jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist. The rough bark of a tree was pressed to her back, but she couldn't care less. Not with him looking at her like that. Like he would give anything just to be with her in that moment, in their backyard.

"I've been waiting ever since we were children for you to say that." Jace admitted to her. Before she could reply to him with a witty comeback about he was just too sour to admit that amnesia or not she'd always be better, he buried his head into her neck, kissing the pulse point and making her moan with a want she knew nothing of but had been experiencing since she first met him.

"Jace, it's your turn to hide." Clary pointed out to him, but he did not care as he rubbed himself, and whatever was down there, against her pelvic region. Between being grinded on by Jace, the bark of the tree was doing on a number on her back, scraping at her through the thin fabric of his loose tank top.

"How about we both hide in the bedroom?" Jace asked her as he licked on the sweat-salted skin of her neck.

"What would we be hiding from?" She panted. Clary couldn't quite see his head as it was bowed into her neck. The only thing she could gaze at was his golden curls and how badly she wanted to reach out and tangle her hands in them.

"Everyone. The world." He answered simply, returning to his nibbling and sucking along with the bucking of his hips. Since asking him wasn't going to work, she opted to bring out his competitive side.

"Are you scared of losing? Is that why you won't hide." Clary teased. "Hey, if you do lose, maybe I'll take pity on you and let you teach me in human anatomy." She continued in a lust-soaked voice. His head lifted and she could finally look into his golden eyes that were now laced with heavy decision making.

"Even though I know I'm going to win, I'll take you up on the anatomy offer." He said before turning her around and sprinting away to wherever it was that he was going to hide. She counted, just as she was taught to do, turning around to find him long gone. With a smile, Clary began to walk across the ground and to the house before turning towards the garage.

It did seem like a place that he'd hid in. So she walked towards it.

The door creaked open, the sunlight streaming through the opening and lighting the dusty room. Clary walked in with interest, forgetting about her initial task and staring at pieces of board that were placed across the floors. She would of thought of this as another room had it not been for the garage door and the large object with a white sheet covering it. There were some windows, though they too were covered by sheets.

Clary walked in, not being able to see much. She stumbled towards one of the windows, pulling the cloth from it and allowing sunlight to break free and light the area. What she had once thought of as boards were now canvases, each with a unique painting on them. The floor was covered in splatters of color, along with a dirtied white shirt that looked like it belonged to Jace. She flitted over to it, picking it up-

"Forget what I said about painting, I think I've found my artistic vision." He smiled, still touching her.

"Oh really?" She said, a moan barely slipping through her lips.

"Yeah," he whispered, leaning down to kiss her softly.

She barely pulled out of the vision without toppling over. It made her heart pulse with heat of immorality and lust. What she retained was the compromising position, and the fact that it wasn't Jace wearing the shirt, because he wore nothing at all. But her. There was that same look of adoration in their eyes as they held each other. It gave way to what would happen if she ever got to be so intimate with Jace. Which, if they kept up their insesent need to be with each other, would be soon.

Very soon.

The shirt dropped from her hands, creating a small thud in the humid room. Gathering her thoughts, she turned to face some of the paintings, a pained curiosity as she struggled to keep from being pulled into the dangerous reminiscing. Falling down wasn't something she ever felt when she was taken, but there was always a dull ache in her arms and head or whatever she hit when she landed.

Her hands skirted across one canvas, a scratching noise being made as she examined the clever work of the artist. Yours, the voice insisted as she admired the technique. Why had Jace hidden her from this room? This room that she herself could paint in if only he'd discussed this with her. When she'd finished looking at the artwork, her eyes turned to the sheeted object at the edge of the room.

There wasn't nearly enough sunlight to make whatever was under it visible, but by the dusty wheels and familiar outline, she figured it was some sort of vehicle; not knowing any specific ones in her time out of the coma. Starting from the hood, she peeled back the cloth, noticing immediately that the car was shaped like no other with its cracked frame and damaged paint. When she finally got it up to the windshield, or the lack of one with only a few corners having glass, she wondered why someone would keep such a totaled car. Was he planning to fix it up? Just seeing the damage, Clary could tell that it would take years.

"Clary?! Answer me, Baby! Are you okay?"

"NO!" She screeched, ripping her hand from the car and not caring that she lost her footing. The images were burning her eyes, she bounced back from the totaled car, a hand covering her mouth as she breathed through her flaring nostrils. Her head had knocked against the ground, pounding her vision into a weakened state. Even with the assistance of sunlight, she couldn't help but fear the darkness the car brought, or had covered her in the past five years. Panic was only a taste of what she was feeling. Being blinded and only having to look at whatever that was- no, she knew what that was. Her reality was so dark and the nightmare was oh so bright.

And it terrified her.

It was like looking death in the eye and watching the events take place, Clary could hear Jace's voice, how scared he was. His own fear reflected in her chest as she struggled to regain control of her reality, not being able to shake what little of the vision she retained.

Road, dirtied asphalt and broken glass were all that clung to her open mind.

When she closed her eyes, that was all she could see, as if she hadn't really closed them at all. She couldn't scrub her mind of the horrifying images, what little they were but a great amount of dread stuck to each of them. It was like a picture of a crime scene, haunting her each time she envisioned it. Her fingers clawed at her face, hoping that somehow, pain would make her forget, make the images evaporate into the foggy sunlight that filled the garage.

"Jace… I love you."

"Get out of my head…" Clary whimpered to the voice that was fueling the visions. The truth will set you free, the voice explained. "Go away!" Clary cried out, smashing her palms to her eyes and hoping to smother the insistent whispers. Her knees were pulled in as she sobbed emotions that the visions brought forth. It was like love being crushed before her eyes… shattered into a fine powder that could never be repaired.

She didn't know how long she'd been crouched on the cold cement until she heard the familiar footsteps approach her.

"Clary?" Jace spoke, touching her shoulder and making her flinch. "What's wrong? Did you not find me? I was in the kitchen." He said with a smooth voice that helped dry the streaming of tears and emotional distress. She could feel him crouch down beside her but refused to open her eyes and look at the totaled car.

"Why is the sheet pulled back from the car?" His voice was a little more firm, less pleasant. When she didn't answer him, he surprised her by pulling her to him, holding her in a way that allowed her to sob freely.

"It was horrible. There was blood… everywhere. How- how did I survive?" Clary asked him with trembling lips that diluted her words.

"I don't know, but I can tell you that even though you can't remember me, remember us, that I'm glad things turned out the way they did." His words struck her harder than any vision, and truck, ever could. His amber eyes appeared milky to her, like he was holding back emotions of his own. Her shoulder pulsed, as if being near him could make the white star thrum with love.

Love, something she didn't know the definition and yet didn't have to when she looked at him. The way he would hold her, brush away her tears and kiss the bruises she gave herself. Jace deserved so, so much more than her crippled mind, but never did he falter when it came to being with her. Even as panicked as she was.

The realization that her heart beat only for him was astounding, and quite tear-jerking as she reached and intertwined their fingers. Just touched him was enough for her to forget the bad, nightmarish visions that had plagued her mind for the last few minutes. In this moment she expected a vision to take her, to show her a time where their limbs were intertwined, and they did. But as there was no clear plot, she realized that it was a… fantasy?

Yes, a fantasy, one that she wanted to taste the breath of reality very, very soon. Or else she might implode on her own crumbling structure.

"Jace?" She whispered and he froze, worried that he'd done something wrong.

"Yeah?" He said equally as soft, if not more. Hearing his response, her tongue got caught in her throat, unsure of what to say or how to say it without sounding like woman intoxicated on her first feelings of desire. Which she was.

"I… how about that anatomy lesson?" She asked him, trying to avoid the heat that was not only burning on her face, but between… her legs? No longer did she need the education for fun, but to understand how her body worked.

"Are you sure?" Jace's voice was still a soft hush against her cheek.

"Yes, oh God, yes." She answered desperately. It wasn't like he immediately pounced on her, because that's what she assumed men did at the chance to fornicate. Instead, skimmed his fingers up her arm, past her shoulder, lingering at her collarbones and then finally resting at her chin, his thumb brushing against her parted lips.

His digit kept sliding across her mouth until she grew impatient and snagged it between her teeth. The fire that was slowly turning in her heart was beginning to burn her the longer he took.

"Eager to learn, aren't we?" Jace chuckled, but the amusement stopped at his eyes as he took in her painful need to be with him. To be as close to him as it was possible for someone to be. And only her, only her should ever get to see him like that. To hold his soul between their eyes as they held each other.

"I want a good education." Clary said simply. Something in him visible snapped, and soon he was standing, pulling her up along with him. Vertigo made her sway slightly as she regained the feeling of being on her feet instead of trapped under the memory of a car. Seeing this, seeing how this could possible stall their lesson, he crouched down and picked her up bridal style.

And then he was running.

He barely kicked open the door before they could run into it and then they were in the bedroom. Their bedroom, with a thick sheen of sweat on his forehead as he struggled to remain in control like he'd promised he'd be. His mouth was parted, his lips visibly wet with saliva and yet still dry as he bit at the corner of one.

She was placed in the center of the bed, her breath nothing more than gentle pants as it had been earlier in the afternoon. His hands roamed up her thighs, his face kissing her milky legs as she squirmed for him. Only for him. When his fingers skimmed the front of her running shorts, he noticed her tense up.

"Are you sure about this?" He whispered, removing his lips from her thighs to look up at her with golden eyes that melded his soul with hers.

"I don't know what to expect, what you're doing. It's all new to me." She admitted with a thick blush to her ivory cheeks. "Is it going to hurt?" She whispered out of anxiety.

"Hurt? No, I would never, ever hurt you." Jace promised. His hands traced up her stomach to grab her, intertwining their fingers. "Do you trust me?" He asked.

"Yes." Clary answered without a moment of hesitation. Jace grinned up at her, his other hand tugging lightly at her shorts until she felt warm air trickle into them. She sucked in a breath of air as he touched the elastic band of her underwear. He kissed the edges of her panties, making her wonder just what he was doing down there. As far as she knew, the area might have been off limits with her using the bathroom and such.

She squeezed his hand tightly, nervous when he pulled down the shorts and plain cotton panties. His breath against her sensitive skin was driving her mad with a want she didn't know how to satisfy.

"Oh…" Clary moaned at the feel of something velvety touching her. Looking down, her skin pallored at the sight of him worshipping her with his mouth. This was all so strange to her, so foreign. She could hear the sound of Jace panting over her own as she tried to stifle a few embarrassing whines. Never had she thought that living could feel this good. Her skin might as well have been on fire with the combination of the humid air and soaring body temperature added to the fact that they were sprawled on their blanket.

"Jace…" She panted, grasping at his hair and holding him to her. Whatever he was doing, she didn't dare give him the insinuation to stop. Not ever would she do such a thing. The stubble of his chin was tickling her inner thighs but she didn't mind, not when she was nearly screaming for something she knew nothing about.

And then the strangest feeling came to her. Like a coiling in her stomach as he continued to touch her. Her once closed eyes popped open in panic as she tried to comprehend what was happening to her. What he was doing to her.

"Wait, something's wrong-" Clary began before gasping aloud, digging her hands into the sheets under her and allowing short breaths to escape her clenched teeth. Jace's touched continued, and he looked up at her, as if knowing what she was going through.

Then it happened.

Like the fibers of her soul were exploding into colorful fireworks, like her skin was being pulled at each corner until it broke apart. It was painful and beautiful at the same time. Like the intense pleasure was too much for her body as the rush of chemicals overloaded her brain into a state of panic and anxiety- her huffing out each atom of desire until the came back with a vengeance; pouring down her quivering lungs until they caused her body to spasm. Her back rose from the bed, her hands grasping at her loose tank top in hopes of ripping it off.

She cried out as her nerves shocked the sanity out of her and replaced it with an insane need to be... filled? She shook her head, her thighs shaking as he lapped at her until she screamed out the pleasure. Jace quickly straddled her, kissing her mouth and massaging his tongue with hers. There was a strange taste, although not bitter, on his tongue. When her cries stopped flowing into his mouth and she could finally regain her breathing, she was astounded at the tears that began to form in her eyes.

"Are you alright?" Jace asked her, wiping the pad of his thumb across her cheeks and smearing the salty tears.

"More than alright, perfect." She hiccuped, clawing at him until he held her tightly to his chest. "What was that anyway?" Clary whispered.

"That, was an orgasm." He answered.

"Can it happen again?" She wondered, not embarrassed as she assumed she'd be. A small laugh escaped Jace's lips as he stroked his thumb across her lips, appearing to want to replace the digit with his own pink ones.

"As many times as you want."

AN: So she went into the garage... As nice as it is for her to recall some moments, there are some cons; such as seeing bits and pieces of the car crash. The nature of the visions also affect her mood- like when her and Jace were painting.

I think the whole hide and seek game was kinda cute since she couldn't remember what it felt like to be a kid.

And as for firsts... ;)

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