… Sorry. I know it's been longer than usual. In my defense, I work and beta and have 6 one shots in progress… Plus, I tried this social life thing and it was nice.

Yoyoyo: "Sweet Tea is Southern Pride." Very well, but I'm from the North.

Thanksx100 to KateTheWriter, DeathCabForMari and MamaMiller for the inspiration. You three kick so much ass. Everyone just love DeathCabForMari for Brometheus, okay?

Disclaimer: I still don't own this shit, but I bought the One Ring and that's good enough for me.

WARNING: Sexual content.

-Clary Fray-

Jordan and Maia never came back after they left to 'talk.' I have zero doubts that Maia seduced him again. I love the kid, but sometimes he's so stupid it makes my face hurt. I just hope that Maia realizes what she has. Jordan deserves to be loved. He shouldn't settle for anything less.

Throughout the party, Jace makes me do simple things like refilling his drink and getting him food. At one point, he made me punch Simon in the face… My best friend is a jerk. At around 7:30 everyone went home and Jace insisted that I had to spend the rest of my Slave Day with him at his house. Now, I'm leaned against his headboard while he digs through his closet. "I've been saving these up for you," he informs me.

I groan. "What is it?"

Jace doesn't answer. Instead he pulls out a hamper half full of white underwear. "I need you to bleach these."

"Jace!" I complain. "I am not bleaching your underwear."

He repeats the same tired line that he's been using all day long. "Scopolamine."

I roll my eyes harder than anyone has ever rolled their eyes before. "Are you serious, Jace? That's evil."

"It's been a lifelong dream of mine to watch you bleach my underwear," Jace admits, with the most serious expression he can muster.

"I hate you."

Jace frowns. "Tell me you love me."

I cross my arms. "I love you."

"Good," he smiles. "Now give me a hug." His sculpted arms open, and pull me off the bed into his chest. I try to push away, but he gives me a look that says he's not afraid to force me into this hug. I lean into him and he whispers "Good girl," into my hair.

"Shush, I'm mad at you," I mutter against his chest. Truth be told, I can't bring myself to be mad when he's holding me like this. Maybe I just crave physical contact, lately… Teenage hormones. Yep. That's it.

"You're not even mad, Bo-Bina."

"Why do you keep calling me that?"

Jace chuckles and his chest vibrates against my cheek. I lean in closer, to hear his heartbeat and steal his heat. It's cold, okay… "It seemed like a good name for you."

I slap his arm, and the sound echoes in his too-empty bedroom. "What does it even mean?"

"I…" He tightens his arms around me and laughs again. "I have absolutely no idea. It just feels right."

"If I keep hugging you, can I get out of bleaching your briefs?"

His chest shakes again, and his heart beats steadily. Thud. Thud. Thud. "Don't tempt me."

"It's tempting?" I glance up at him, and find him looking down at me.

"Maybe I won't torture you anymore today…" Jace steps away from me. "After you bleach them."

"Jace!" I complain. He nudges me toward the hamper.

I pour the bleach in without measuring anything. Jace is going to regret this when I break out the machete and hug him in the face with it.

I switch the cycle on the machine to normal and hear the door click when it locks. Water starts pouring in, and I turn to Jace. "Happy?"

He grins toothily, nodding his head vigorously. "I have another chore for you." Fucking shit.

I try not to look concerned, but obviously he's going to make me clean the lint from his belly button or something. "What is it?"

He motions for me to follow him, and we walk silently down the hall to his bedroom. "Over here," he kneels in front of his night stand. I kneel beside him.

"What?"

"This." He points to the underside of his nightstand. I have to crouch lower to see where he's pointing. There's gum all over. Seriously? He's 17 years old, and can't throw his gum away properly? What the frick frack, diddly dack, patty whack, snick snack, crack pack, slack Mack, quarterback, crackerjack, lumberjack, biofeedback, thumbtack, sidetrack, tic-tac is wrong with this boy?

"You've got to be kidding me." I deadpan.

My best friend smirks. "I forget to throw it away before I get in bed."

"That's so gross, Jace."

"I know," he says. "That's why I'm making you scrape it off."

"I hate you so much."

I am never forgiving him for that. What kind of person makes someone scrape their gum from underneath their nightstand? Shitty people, that's who. Jace is a shitty person.

"There's only one last thing." Jace announces.

"You said that when I bleached your briefs…"

He smirks. "This is really the last one. It's 11 PM."

"Fine," I resign. "Tell me."

"We're going skinny dipping."

"What?!" Absolutely not.

"You heard me," he says casually.

"It's December 24th!"

"The neighbors are out of town, and I'm housesitting. They have an indoor pool." Damnit… I don't want to get naked in front of Jace.

"Jace, please don't make me do that," I beg.

"No can do, Bo-Bina. You'll have fun. I promise," he winks.

"Thanks, shit cock."

I stand at the edge of the pool, hoping Jace will tell me he's joking about this. No dice.

"Do you need help?" Jace asks.

My eyebrows pull together. "With what?"

"In order to skinny dip, we need to get naked. You seem to be struggling with the naked part." I take my bottom lip between my teeth. "Do you need me to help you?" He offers again.

"No, I'm fine," I cross my arms over my chest, feeling exposed, even though I'm still fully dressed.

"Do you want me to go first?"

"I want to keep my clothes on," I growl at him.

"Too bad, Bo-Bina." Jace's shirt hits the floor seconds after his mouth stops moving. I step back, surprised. "Your turn."

My stomach knots painfully. "You're such a jerk." Somewhere in the back of my mind, I can hear myself screaming to look away from his perfectly toned chest, but it seemed like the best thing to focus on while I remove my t-shirt. I throw it at him, and he catches it without breaking eye contact.

Jace flashes a devilish smirk as he unbuttons his jeans. I fight back the urge to slap my hands over my eyes, and I stare at his face. His golden eyes glide slowly over my exposed stomach while he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans. He slides them down his legs, exposing plain black boxer shorts.

I bite back a plethora of curse words that come to mind, and yank my jeans down my legs. I can practically feel his eyes rake down my thighs, before taking in my lacy red bra and panties. I shift awkwardly under his gaze. I wish he would stop looking at me.

"Those are nice," he comments, gesturing at my undies. My cheeks burn. "Has Jonathan seen them yet?"

I can't stop myself from making a fist. "Do you practice being a dick, or is it a natural talent?"

"I practice."

"I'm mad at you."

Jace steps toward me, and I get distracted by the rise and fall of his chest when he breathes. "It was just a question, Clary. Technically, you have to answer it since you're still on scopolamine."

I huff. "No, he hasn't seen them."

"Did you tell him that you like him?" Jace's eyes smolder into mine, and he takes another step in my direction.

"Yes."

"And?"

"And what?"

Jace quirks one of his eyebrows at me. "What happened after that?"

"We went to sleep." I recall.

"Together?" He asks. I nod my head. "Has he kissed you yet?" I remain silent, and Jace reaches around my back to unhook my bra.

"Why are you doing this?" I ask tremulously. He slides the straps off my shoulder and blatantly stares at my chest.

"I just want to see you."

My jaw trembles as I speak. "Why?"

Jace shrugs. "Mostly because I knew it would make you uncomfortable. I do admit that I was curious though."

"Pervert." I murmur.

"Don't act like you aren't curious, Clary. I see the way you're looking at me."

"I'm not looking at you." It's true. I'm looking anywhere but at Jace.

"I don't care if you see me, Clary. We're about to be naked in front of each other." Oh my God.

"I don't want to see you, Jace." Well, I kind of want to see him, but I'm not going to say that for obvious reasons.

"Yes you do," Jace chuckles. "Do you want me to help you with those, or should I go first?" He gestures to my panties, and hooks his thumb in the band while looking deeply into my eyes.

"You go first." I protest. "And I don't want your help."

Jace's movements are painfully slow as he lowers his shorts over his hips. They fall to his feet, and my eyes widen when I see him. He's… large. And… erect. "Oh my God, Jace!" I exclaim. I wasn't expecting him to be hard.

"I know," he says calmly. "It's impressive. Feel free to faint."

"You… you…" I stumble over my words. "Jace, you have a boner."

He glances down at himself, as if he didn't know. "You're cute and naked, and I haven't had sex a weeks. What do you expect?"

"Control your manly urges!"

Jace scoffs. "I am controlling them. I'm not on top of you, now am I?"

"Oh my God, Jace."

"What? You want me to be?" He waggles his eyebrows, suggestively.

"No! Keep Brometheus away from me!"

Jace points to his… you know. "Did you just name my cock Brometheus?"

"That's such a cringy word." I complain.

"Brometheus?"

I deadpan. "You know which word I meant."

"Name?"

"No, Jace."

"Which one are you talking about?" He smiles innocently. "I honestly have no idea."

"Cock."

Jace is rolling. "You said it!" He laughs uproariously.

"Stop laughing." I complain. "None of this is funny."

"Clary, it's hilarious," Jace tells me. "Now, stop stalling. Remove those." His eyes flick down over my body, and Brometheus twitches. Sweet Lord, I should not be looking at that… "You're staring at my penis."

"You keep checking me out, so don't judge me." I defend.

"You're still not entirely naked. Am I going to have to remove them for you?" Jace reaches for me and I step back swiftly.

"I can do it," I mumble. The thin, lacy fabric slides easily down my legs and Jace watches me with spotlight intensity. I look up at him to find his eyebrows drawn together and his bottom lip between his teeth. "Stop looking at me like that."

"I can't help it," he groans. "Just get in the water."

I don't hesitate. Somehow, in the pool, I feel less exposed. I know Jace can still see just as much, but I feel less exposed. Jace follows me into the pool, and I swim as far away as I can before he catches up to me. I can't believe we're doing this. As a rule, Jace and I have never seen each other naked before. We've never even gone swimming together, so he's never seen my stomach before today. And now here I am, swimming with him in the buff.

Jace is a better swimmer than I am, so I can't really get very far before he catches up with me. His arms wrap around my waist to stop me from swimming away. "Where are you going?"

"I'm trying to stay away from Brometheus, who's pressed up against my leg, by the way."

Jace smirks at me. "Sorry," he mutters before letting me go. "I didn't think that through."

"I highly doubt if you thought any of this through," I tease.

"I didn't," he admits. "I just wanted to see how far I could push you." Before I know what's happening, Jace leans down and places his lips against my neck. He hesitates until a small noise of approval falls from my throat. His lips are soft, and his teeth are sneakily nibbling at me when I don't expect it. I can't stop my neck from craning, to give him better access. His mouth does everything it can possibly do to my neck, twice, and then he switches to the other side to do it all again.

Jace's fingertips trail along my spine, across my hipbones and between my legs. I gasp, and he chuckles. I feel him smile as his finger circles my clit. My eyes squeeze shut, and my hips buck involuntarily. I feel Brometheus pressed firmly against my thigh.

Jace's tongue traces circles along my neck, while his fingers make me lose my mind. I moan softly and lean in to him. My hips roll again, and Jace stops kissing my neck. I burry my face in the space between his neck and shoulder, gritting my teeth against the onslaught of pleasure from the rotation of his fingers. Tension begins to build, and a very small part of me is concerned to realize that Jace is touching me in places no one has touched me before, and he's about to give me my first orgasm. The world explodes into a blaze of his hands and my skin.

I whimper when he puts his finger inside of me. Holy fucking shit. My eyes snap open and a sharp gasp tumbles off my lips. What am I doing? "Jace," I say.

He groans, low and sexy in my ear. "Clary."

"Stop."

Alright… If you haven't already, go check out my new story. It's called Shedding Skin, and there's going to be so much smut in it. I'm all about smut. Go read it.

-IWriteNaked