Shocking Jace
If you don't know by now, that I am not Cassandra Clare, then you might as well give it up and go to bed. ;P
Remember a time before Clary and Jace? I can't, guess I'm challenged that way, but I don't wish to change it.
Chapter 10
Clary was the first to pull back away from the kiss. Jace kept leaning forward, his mouth searching for what it just lost. He opened his eyes and saw Clary's smiling face. He stood back straight and smiled back, not wishing to break the moment with words. She took his hand in hers and led him away, out of the cemetery. He walked along silently with her. She could tell he had so many questions, but was not sure if now was the time to ask. He definitely didn't want to ruin the magic in her mind.
They walked quietly for a time and then she stopped walking. They arrived at a blanket under an apple tree. There was a closed picnic basket against the trunk. Clary saw in his face that Jace knew exactly where he was, he grew up not far from the meadow. He knew Clary had seen it in the shard of glass he kept and she must have dreamed it up for them to share. He gave her a wink.
The sun was warm as they sat down on the soft blanket under the shade of the old tree. (I bet you're thinking they will talk and eat. Nope, it's a dream. It's not the type of dream where a lion comes out of the jungle and devours them. It's also, not the type of dream where there is a violent earthquake and the ground opens up and they perish. OK, last strike, no, there are no pink, furry handcuffs in this one, I'll leave that image with Magnus. Lol)
Ok, back to the blanket under the shade of an apple tree. This is Clary's dream and Jace is the first person she felt pain to be without. She dreams of his arms around her, holding her. She dreams of how he tastes. She dreams of telling him why she loves him.
"Jace?" Clary finally breaks the silence.
"What is it?" asks Jace quietly. He is sitting with his back against the trunk. She is leaning against his chest, her arm casually draped across his waist as she plays with the end of his t-shirt, sometimes, tickling the ends of her fingers across his skin. Jace is playing with the ringlets in her hair.
"I love you." said Clary "Do you want to know why?"
"Mmm." answers Jace as he nestles into her hair , unsuccessful at reaching through to her neck.
She senses his frustration and longing.
"You take me the way I am." said Clary. "Everyone wants me to act a certain way. 'Be a good Shadowhunter, practice your defense moves.' " said Clary, imitating Robert as her instructor. Jace laughed at her poor impression. "Or, do the things they want to do like when Simon is wanting me to go hear him and his band play, or some punk poetry reading. But, you let me come and go. You come along with me when you can. When you offer for me to join you, but I say I'd rather stay home and draw, you'd say, 'See ya later.'"
Clary looked up at Jace and he smiled back down at her. He knew how much her freedom meant to her, it meant so much to him. He enjoyed being with her simply because he liked her company. He knew this was a new world for her. She needed time. He loved listening to her voice as she spoke, but as the words began to sink in, he knew she was the one for him.
He bent down and pressed his lips gently against hers. She was the one to move her hands under his shirt and run her fingers up his chest. Jace moaned into her mouth as he wrapped her tight in his arms. She straddled his waist and sat leaning her body completely against his, her hands combing through his hair. They rolled onto the blanket and stopped kissing and just touched each other around the edges of their clothing. Jace was the first to sit up and pull of his shirt. He knew he could not wait much longer to get closer to Clary. Clary sat up and Jace helped her off with her top. They shared a quick kiss and then she was in his hold as he nipped at her ear. Clary slid her tongue down his neck unto his collar bone sending shivers through Jace. He pulled away for a second and Clary's bra fell down her arms and she dropped it the rest of the way to the ground. She smiled in an overly dramatic shocked way, since she never felt him unlatch it.
She pushed him gently down onto his back and helped his removed the rest of his clothes. He then rolled her back and helped her. The warm sun served as their blanket and they watched each other as their bodies moved together. Clary couldn't stop watching as Jace knew just how to bring her to the brink of ecstasy and then move away to keep her wanting more. She felt like a puppet in his hands until finally he could not resist any longer and together rode over the waves of the passion. Finally satisfied, Clary snuggled close to Jace and quickly fell asleep within her dream.
She was rocking gently as she woke up in a hammock. Jace was there as she was coming to her senses, not sure if she was truly awake or in a dream within a dream. When Jace asked her:
"Name the first poet who comes to mind." he asked as if she was awake the whole time.
"Lord Byron" was her answer without much thought.
"Why him?" he asked.
"You remind me of a Byronic Hero." she answered.
"She walks in beauty, like the night. Isn't that him?" he asked in deep thought.
"And there was the accusations of him and his half-sister, Augusta Leigh." Clary said as she winked at her lover and definitely, NOT her brother. Jace smiled and nodded in understanding her comparison.
"Of all the flattered, followed, sought and sued;
This is to be alone; this, this is solitude! "
Clary stated the last line of a poem before adding, "that is why I like to sit in the cemetery, solitude."
Jace came close and brushed the back of his hand gently on her cheek.
"I'm sorry I interrupted your solitude." he apologized.
"You never interrupt. I always welcome you. I wish I could feel more worthy of all the attention you give me." said Clary. "You add dimensions to my life I never thought I would find."
"Then I must be the lucky one, if I'm given the chance to see the world new again, through your eyes. I believe I became tainted with the same attentions from women, the same battle scars from Downworlders, I lost the sight of love until you came into my life. I feel I can finally do things right. I am , I am more happy with the person I am around you." said Jace.
"You make me want to open myself up, more importantly, I have hope that one day I'll find my way out of these dreams and into your life for real." said Clary.
"Make it soon." said Jace.