Okay, laughings good, definitely keep her laughing Lewis. Simon thought to himself as Isabelle giggled, sounding of bells chiming beautifully to his ear's liking. It was their first date, and Simon had had plenty of first dates, though not as many second. He was desperate to make her like him, but he'd already jumped in front of a gun for her, what else could he do if not to prove that he was already madly in love with her.
"You're cute when you do that." Isabelle laughed at him.
"Do what?" He questioned, cursing himself for not paying as much attention as to what she was doing and instead spending it on her laughter and heart breaking face.
"When you stare at me like I'm all that matters to you at the moment." She explained. Simon's brows furrowed in confusion, how could she think she wasn't?
"But you are." He emphasized, holding her hands in his, wondering if he was being to sensitive for their first date. He surely didn't want to scare her away because he was already too invested in her for the beginning of what very well could be a relationship. Isabelle was speechless for a while, until finally Simon had to speak up again. "I know that sounds like a bit mu-"
Simon was stopped when she leaned over the booth table, pulling the collar of his shirt and before he could even think, she was kissing him with what must've been the softest lips in the world. Her lips moved feverously against his, without complaint. Simon poked at her closed lips with his tongue, her granting him entrance so that theirs could mingle. She gasped in his mouth, and he groaned heavily, wishing that the marble booth didn't separate them.
"Get a room!" Someone shouted. Isabelle pulled back, smiling with flushed cheeks and jet black hair framing her face, and Simon though she'd never looked more beautiful to him. His hand cupped her chin, still leaning over the table. He tucked a dark lock behind her ear, and her blush deepened, distorting the creme colored complexion of his Isabelle.
"Why'd you do that?" He whispered.
"The waitress was looking at you, and I wanted her to know that you're mine." Isabelle may have smirked, but her ears turned pink.
"You'res huh?" Simon asked with a cheesy grin. Isabelle rolled her dark eyes at him, making him worry that their first of what he hoped were many kisses, was brought on by simple jealousy. His eyes flitted over to the waitress, who was busying herself with an order, though he could see her cheeks flush furiously as she was most likely listening in on the conversation.
"All of you." She winked, and Simon had to restrain himself from taking her hand and driving her home, to where he'd do things that even the devil himself would blush at.
"Really? That's great!" Clary couldn't help but feel happy for her best friend, who had his first date, and first kiss, with the dark haired beauty. Isabelle was her name, but it felt odd to call her that after Simon and Clary went so long without a title to her
"Is she going to the club with us, right?" Clary asked Simon. It had been Jem's idea to get her out of the apartment since she'd been stuck home moping, but Jace was unsure of letting her go to Pandemonium. She didn't care though, she'd been trapped in the apartment for too long, listening to him tease about her supposedly falling for him.
"Yeah, but she's a little nervous, so go easy on her!" Simon chuckled. Jace peaked his head in through her door, winking, and she picked up a pillow and threw it at him.
"Hey, can she come over? I love her sense of style and I literally have nothing to wear." Clary sighed. She heard the wooden floors creak and turned to once again see Jace listening in on her conversation. He held his hands up in innocence, and she allowed him to rest at the foot of the bed.
"She said that you have to let her do her job if she's going to dress you up." Simon replied. Clary nodded, but after realizing that he couldn't see that, she answered.
"Okay! Whatever you have to do to make me look like less of an off-duty cop and more of a twenty-six year old!" Clary sighed, hanging up on the phone. Jace was sitting on her bed, cross legged with his hands over his knees like her counselor.
"Go ahead, I know you have something to say." Clary began. Jace's face lifted up with a devious smile.
"What are you going to wear to Pandemonium?" Jace grinned. Her face flushed at the idea of him seeing her where anything classified as skimpy. "Come on," He groaned. "I've seen you in your underwear, nothing you wear would be too revealing." She smacked his arm, angered that he imagined her wearing that.
"I don't know what I'm wearing asshat!" She growled at him.
"Asshat?" Jace repeated. Clary shook her head, not having any chance of winning an argument with him. Hopefully after Jem saw that she was capable of clubbing, that he'd let her return to the precinct. Maybe she could finally have time to herself with Jace gone.
"Who is he dating anyway?" Jace asked after she shut him out of her room. This was her house anyway!
"Some girl named Isabelle. Apparently their date went pretty good." Clary answered from inside her room. From outside, she heard what sounded like choking, and flung open the door to see Jace's face purple with oxygen deprivation. Clary pounded on his back, hugging his chest tightly to her until he eventually started to breath on his own.
"Isabelle?!" Jace croaked. She nodded with a worried expression, as his face was still flushed from his previous choking bit.
"Yeah, why?" Clary asked him.
"Last name! What's her last name?" Jace growled at her. His face was no longer red with recovery, but with anger and fright.
"I don't know!" Clary shouted. "Why?" She asked him. Jace was pulling at the ends of his golden locks, his brows pressed together and him counting to ten several times.
"What does she look like?" He huffed. Before she could answer, he started speaking. "Tall, creme colored skin, a face that only a model could own?" Jace spoke quickly. Clary backed away from him, walking into her room.
"Yeah..." Clary whispered. "Please tell me she doesn't mean anything to you?" Clary said with her eyes closed.
"That's my sister!"
"You want me to wear that?" Clary gasped, looking at the skinny black dress. Isabelle nodded excitedly. When she'd first arrived, it wasn't pretty between Simon and Jace, as the two girls had to pull them apart once Jace had lunged at the other detective. That was the first time she'd ever heard Simon scream. Isabelle seemed pretty scared as well at her adoptive brother's angered face. Apparently, having a good date ment much more to Jace than it did to the couple.
"Yes, I think you'll look sexy in it!" Isabelle encouraged. Clary rolled her eyes, taking the dress that could have passed as a shirt from Isabelle. As Clary was only in her underwear, she slipped in on over her ivory legs and stern stomach and settling it above her breast. Isabelle whistled at her, and Clary thought she could hear wood creak from outside her room.
"Like I said, sexy." Isabelle yelled the last word out in the direction of the door, thinking what Clary was as footsteps sounded throughout the house. Isabelle chuckled as she turned back to Clary, starting to apply makeup to her face. When Clary looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn't even recognize the grieving woman the mascara, blush and eyeliner hid.
"Wow..." Clary gasped, touching the bun Isabelle had set in her hair. "I do look sexy. You're a miracle worker!" Clary chuckled.
"I try." Isabelle shrugged. Clary laughed at her expression before slipping into heels. Though she was going to a club, she didn't think she'd end up dancing. All she had to prove to Jem was that she was beyond capable of functioning. Walking out with Isabelle, Clary saw the smiling faces of Simon and Jace as they approached the two. Jace was wearing black jeans, a maroon button-up rolled up to his elbows. A few buttons were undone, revealing the muscles that she'd seen a few days ago and a few tattoos. Simon was wearing a tight black shirt, blue jeans covering his long legs.
"Shall we?" Isabelle asked them. Jace looked her up and down, something Clary never thought he'd do for such a disorderly girl such as herself. He walking up to her, striding as if her were a lion closing in on a lone gazelle such as herself. His hand reached into her hair, pulling back something. She didn't realize it was a pin until curl after curl escaped the collapsing bun. When no traces of the style were left, he smiled at her.
"We shall." He said, winding his arm around her back to hold her hip; something that usually annoyed her, but now excited her.
The body heat was suffocating, and the drinks were intoxicating. Clary's makeup was most likely smeared, as was Isabelle's as she swayed to the music with Simon. Clary's vision was blurred by the alcohol, and she wasn't sure if it was Jem she saw mauling what she thought was his wife Tessa's face. Jace had remained by her side all night, until he had excused herself to use the bathroom. The DJ looked familiar to Clary, and then she remembered that it was him that the precinct had used to go undercover in the drug trafficking that was passing through a chain of clubs. Some of her fellow officers were taking part in the crowd energy, and she could recall some of their names.
As Clary's eyes skimmed the club, she saw a man, calling her over with his finger. He had long, dark hair that contrasted against his ivory skin; reminding her of the husband she had lost. His eyes were a bright green, and Clary couldn't stop herself from strutting, her heels making her look like a lioness on the hunt, and met him with a nervous smile.
"What's your name, lovely?" The man whispered down into her ears, making her shudder.
"Clary..." She sighed heavily into his mouth as they shared little space between each other. The liquor in her system made her feel brave, flirty; a seductress of weak men such as this one. "Yours?" Clary asked, feeling the man snaked his arms down to her hips. She shuddered again, and with his hands on her, he felt it; sending rich chuckles down her neck as he flipped her around to slide their hips against each other.
"Meliorn." He said darkly. She could feel him against her, just like she did when she used to go to clubs before she got pregnant. Clary closed her eyes, allowing the intoxication to push herself against the enchanting man. Each breath he exhaled traveled down the scoop of her dress, making her body break out in goose bumps. Clary's arms raised in the air, locking around the man's neck behind her. He exhaled hot breaths down her inner arms, his hands now guiding the roughness of her hips.
She felt so free! Out of control as she let the acquaintance grind against her. She'd done this with many guys in her college years. These boys weren't looking for their princess, and she wasn't looking for a princess. It was all empty of emotion, on the feeling of pleasure as they mingled with their bodies. Meliorn's movements were fluid against her small frame, her sighing in content at the animalistic instinct that lead the two of them.
Something, though she couldn't tell what, made her open her eyes, and look into the golden one's that were gazing at her from the stool of the bar. She saw through half-lidded eyes that he wore no emotion as he watched her give herself up the stranger Meliorn. The intoxicating blood that pumped through her heart made her bite her lip, teasing the angel who sat several feet away. She ground herself harder against the stranger, her arms clammy as they remained locked against Meliorn's damp neck.
"God..." Meliorn sighed, matching her force equally, causing her to whimper. Clary closed her eyes momentarily, and when she opened them, the angel was gone. Her mood shifted instantly from sexy to lost as the stranger grinded against her. Suddenly, there was someone standing right in front of her, flashing his badge at the man who'd been dancing with her.
"NYPD! Get off of her!" Jace growled at Meliorn, who didn't take to kindly to being interrupted.
"Why the hell should I?" Meliorn sneared, still grinding hard against Clary.
"She's fifteen." Was all Jace had to say to send Meliorn skidding backward, merging with the crowd to avoid false charges. Clary watched him disappear, then snapped her gaze back to Jace, badge now tucked in his pocket.
"Clary-" She stormed away from him, not wanting to hear his excuse as to why he ruined her good time. Clary took the exit that led into the alley, cold air replacing the place Meliorn's arms had occupied. Not long after she'd pushed open the door, Jace was chasing after her as she walked down the alley.
"Clary-" He started again before he saw the look of rage in her eyes.
"What?!" She seethed, her skin matching the color of her flaming hair. Jace blinked at her with a shocked expression.
"I'm sorry I did that but-"
"But what Jace, I was actually having a good time for just once in my miserable life. And then you decide it's time to play Officer Killjoy!" Clary was fuming at him, no longer cold from the New York chill.
"I wasn't trying to mess up your good time!" Jace shot back at her. Clary's head shook quickly, not wanting to hear his shoddy apology.
"Then why on Earth would you do that?!" She questioned him. Clary watched him take a steady breath before slamming her against the wall, his lips hot on her.
All previous anger was gone, muddled by confusion and desire as she whimpered in his mouth. His hands pressed roughly against her hips, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, grounding herself to him, not wanting him to suddenly leave her. Deep in the darkest corners of her mind, Clary had wished for such a thing to happen. For him to see her as the angel she saw him as. His lips press heavily against her soft one's, and Clary doesn't care that they'll have to figure it out in the morning. She doesn't care at all as he slips his tongue into her waiting mouth. Her fingers grip his forearms roughly, leaving angry crescents trailing along his skin. She's never needed someone so badly, Clary thinks as he kisses, sucks along her neck. Should he ever regret this, she could simply blame the alcohol and hopefully laugh about it, but for now he is hers.
Jace panted, groaned, and eventually chuckled as they knocked heads rubbing against each other.
"Let's go home." She sighed into his cheek. When he nodded, her legs unhooked themselves from his waist as they started something neither were prepared to finish.
She couldn't tell who was had starting undressing first, and maybe the liquor was to blame; but right now all she could focus on was the toned stomach of her guardian angel. Once he caught her gaze, he smiled at her and motioned for her to join him in the corner of her bedroom. Like a child, she sauntered over to him. Clary's mouth was hanging open as she could not comprehend the words for what was happening at the moment.
"I really like this dress," Jace commented as he felt up the black fabric. Like Isabelle had said, it did make her look sexy. At least to Jace. He didn't seem to be complaining at all as his hand dipped under each curve of her body; loving that the dress outlined her toned figure.
"You do?" She choked out through her cloud of confused desire. Sure she wanted him, and right now, more than anything. More than she ever thought she'd want someone after Sebastian had died. But her mind started to wander to the other woman that had dressed like her with their tight dresses and smeared makeup. She thought of how she was going to mimic each moan and groan as he felt each inch of sensitive skin that made up her person. The alcohol thought otherwise as it spoke over her reason, telling her that they were having fun; that she deserved to have fun after the hell she'd been through.
"God, yes." He whispered as if it were a secret that the dress made her look desireable. Her alcohol-slowed skimmed down his stomach, her mouth frowning at his clothed thighs. If she could just get them off-
His hand dipped between her legs, probing at a place that hadn't been ventured in so long that. Her mind was split in two, worrying if he was going to fast with an angered impatience or screaming that he was going to slow for someone who hadn't been touched in almost three years.
"Just like I imagined," Jace sighed as his fingers skirted around the extremely nerve-racked skin. Clary didn't even know she was panting until he leaned in and her own breaths reflected on her skin.
"How," Clary had to pause to collect her tequila-scattered thoughts. She remember Isabelle had told her something about tequila, how you should never do something after drinking it.
"Beer will get you drunk and bloated. Wine will get you drunk and give you the runs. Tequila will get you drunk and pregnant." Isabelle said as they walked into the club.
"Where did you hear that?" Clary snorted.
"Some TV show, anyways that doesn't matter. Just be careful, okay?" Isabelle worried.
"I'll be fine, Isabelle." She laughed, her eyes skirting over to the angel that was already walking over to them. She wondered if Jace was the type of man to buy her a drink.
"What were you girls doing outside?" Jace asked as he grabbed Clary's shoulder and escorted her to the bar.
"You know, girl stuff." Clary glibbed. Jace shook his head, obviously not believing her.
"I thought you do that in the bathroom, not outside of a club. Unless that's why you take so long in there, because you're all walking to a club to do your 'girl stuff.'" She couldn't help but notice the languid pull on his words.
"Did you get something to drink?" She asked him. He tucked his free hand in his jean pocket, smiling sheepishly as she faced him.
"Maybe, but that doesn't matter, what matters is that you're here." Jace spoke with an honesty she didn't know of.
"I thought you didn't want me to be here?" She shouted over the music.
" I don't, but if it makes you happy, then I'll do anything for you." Clary didn't want to seem flustered by his words, so she quickly grabbed the fresh beer the bartender had served her and swallowed half of it in one gulp.
So she didn't just have tequila, but who was counting? Not her, because she couldn't remember just what she allowed into her system as she lazily ordered each drink.
"How did you imagine me?" She nearly moaned as his pinky moved her underwear slightly to reveal her weeping center.
"Wet." Was all he said before he slid both hands up her tight dress and tugged her underwear down. The lace fabric swooped down her legs in record time, leaving her to gaze at it wrapped around her ankles instead of her waist.
"Remember what I said about this dress?" Jace growled into her ear. She thought back to how he said he liked it. Even though the memory was recent, the fog of incapacitation blocked certain clarity of the speech. She just answered what she assumed to be true.
"Yes," She squeaked, making him give a dark, approving, laugh.
"Well, I lied. I want it off you so badly that it hurts." He corrected sharply, his hands skimming up her back to not tangle in her hair, but to reach for the zipper. The noise of the metal sliding apart had never been louder to her drunken ears. Maybe going out clubbing wasn't the best thing to do when she hadn't been drinking ever since she had found out about her past pregnancy.
The fabric felt heavy as it hung limply on her shoulders. Jace allowed it to slip off her body on its own, time sliding between her fingertips. When she blinked, they were already laying down on her bed, both bare to each other. Against her stomach she could feel his erection poke at her with need. She was so, so wet for him; only waiting for him to take initiative.
"I'm horrible," Jace growled.
"W-why are you horrible?" She hiccuped. He frowned at her drunken behavior, but she was sure she wasn't that drunk, maybe a strong buzz, but she could hold her liquor, or whatever else she had that night.
"Because," Jace sighed. "We're doing this all wrong." She sat up from her position under him, and he sat next to her on the bed, his pants turning into long exhaltations of air.
"I thought you wanted this? Did I do something wrong?" Clary wondered aloud. He quickly shook his head.
"No, you could never do something wrong. But me, I'm doing something wrong. I should be taking you out, buying you the prettiest flowers and the most expensive of wines as we ate at the fanciest of restaurants. Not like this, not while you can't even recite the alphabet or walk on a straight line." He chided himself.
"But I want you!" She croaked, falling back to the bed and covering her eyes with her hands. "I want you so badly that I'm scared I'll do something wrong! I already am! You don't even want to be with me!" Clary sobbed loudly, probably throwing a tantrum her daughter would have if she were still alive. The thought only made her cry harder.
"Don't cry," He fretted, kissing her cheeks with his soft, full lips.
"I'm sorry," She sniffled. Jace pecked her collar bones with his lips, and she removed one of her arms from her face to see what he was doing. Slowly, she watched as he straddled her, no resentment as he looked into her watery eyes.
"I'm sorry I'm not romantic," He kissed into her chin. She still kept sniffling, worrying that he'd pull away at any second and leave her a hot mess. "Or sensitive," Jace kissed her cheek. "Or the perfect man," He kissed her forehead.
"But you are perfect, to me, you're everything." Clary said, and couldn't decide if the Bud Light had coaxed it out of her or if it were her own heart speaking him through her weakened conscious.
"And the perfect man wouldn't do this, not when you remember it all tomorrow." Jace amended.
"Then hold me, please." She whispered, scared he'd go to sleep on the couch that he had been for the past weeks.
"That I can do," he said, quickly shuffled next to her and wrapping her waist with his big, strong arms. Before she could threaten him with an assault the next morning, she felt sleep overtaking her, and secretly grateful for Jace being a respectful man and declining anything further than exposed skin.
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