Trouble?
Me:…..I. Am. SOOOOOO~. FREAKING! SORRY~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Maia: BE SORRY WHEN YOU FINISH THE CHAPTER!
Izzy: YEA!
L: *tsk, tsk, tsk.* You really love to procrastinate don't you…
Me: Hey! I was writing an actual story with a character based on me and several other characters. It isn't a fanfic and at least 5000 words each.
Clary: WHAT! YOU NEVER GIVE US THAT MUCH DEVOTION!
Jace: …Clary?
Clary:*pulls out a sword* yea.
Me: crap. … RUN AWAY! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *Disappears in a cloud of dust.*
L: Please forget what you saw (read) just now, and read the story…
Jace: *Background* GET HIM!
CPOV
My mother dragged me out of bed with Jace so she could tell us that she has tickets to this place. She said it was a club for minors…panda….moan…something. Hm…Alicate is really different from New York…I mean seriously…a club for minors...that's ingenious! Also I think this place is getting into my mother's head because she rarely allows me to anything that may remotely involve drugs, alcohol or nicotine…wait that is a drug.
Jace? He's…well…pouting in the corner of the room because he didn't get any action with me. Well he will, that is, when he stops being such a kid.
"Jace! ~ Didn't you say I was dead or something?" I smirked, one worthy of my arrogant boyfriend.
He smirked back and walked towards the where I sat on the bed, "You are one damned tease…when did you learn to do that?"
"Oh I got a sudden inspiration." After that, we began a slow, HOT, kissing match. It progressed to where our tongues mingled and danced with each other. Suddenly, Jace was on top of me without breaking the passionate kiss and started to peel my clothe off with agonizing slowness.
I tried to grab at his pants to pull them down but Jace growled and shook me, "No touching."
I whimpered in response.
Unhooking my bra, Jace took great pleasure staring at my large expense of exposed skin. I whimpered again.
GODDAMN! If his touch can make me melt this much…oh angel!
"AH!" I cried. A strange pain-pleasure shot through my body. I looked down and saw Jace nipping at my nipple and grinning wolfishly. "AH!" I cried again, the strange yet arousing shock pooled at my core…Angels what I wouldn't give to take off my compromising jeans.
"Like that?" Jace grinned and sucked at the sensitive nodes of flesh. His hands worked with my tight jeans…finally…
I grabbed his pants again and tried to pull them down but Jace caught me again but instead of growling he asked huskily, "Are you that eager already Clare?"
"Oh angels! Yes! Stop teasing me!"
"Well…payback's a bitch." Then he continued on his tortuous ministrations on my now hyper-sensitive body.
When he finally released me from my furnace of a pair of pants I gave a loud sigh of relief which was followed by another yelp. Oh angels, his hands…it's enough to make me drool in pleasure.
"Clare, you're drooling…"
Guess I am…
His face appeared in my line of sights again, I suspect that his smolder eyes filled with lust were exactly reflected off of mine. Our lips claimed each other in another dance of mutual love, complete with tongue, his hands never missing a beat with its movement on my nether regions. As we kissed, I growled and rolled my torturer under me. Our eyes met again, his golden orbs fiery and half closed with surprise and arouse.
"Feisty…I like that…" Jace smirked. I clamped my mouth on his to smother his infuriating smile. My hands roamed endlessly to relieve Jace from his jeans. Once the restricting material was gone I immediately grabbed his member through his blue boxers.
"Hey! Easy there Clare!" Jace laughed, "I'd like to retain my ability of producing kids, thank you very much."
I growled and he smirked even more, "Ass."
"You know you love it."
"That I do."
What came next was a hazy mist of lust and love. I felt as though I was walking- ahem, sorry, love-making- through aphrodisiac. Each touch sent profound delicious shivers into my spine and core, each movement felt oh so slow and loving and painstakingly delicious. It was…mind-blowing, unlike the liquor induced session. I'm not saying he's not endowed or anything but the last time missed that…um…what's the word I'm looking for? Ah yes…spark.
This time, each of his thrusts met mine with rigor. He is just…unbelievable. The rubber encased "mini-Jace" fills me and hit places that sent even more tingles into my brain. So much that I felt like that I was going to explode.
Our mouths met again in a dance, my forest green eyes met his sparkling gold. It was shining even brighter tonight when he was encased in me. No words were exchanged, only grunts and groans of pure pleasure and delight. These mutual vocalizations gave our minds the words we did not utter. I was drunk on the pleasure and I'm sure Jace was too.
"Oooh! I'm c-close…so close, Clare." Angels, I love it when he calls me that.
"S-so am I…" I groaned again, it lost in the stupor we intentionally went into.
Tonight, we weren't Jace and Clary, couple extraordinary. Tonight, we are one, but still separate, just Jace and Clary, two lovers sharing a common passion.
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Jpov
I laid there with Clary's sleeping form on me. I smiled when she mumbled and hugged me even closer. Angels, what this girl can do to me.
"I love you Clary."
I lied down and closed my eyes.
"I love you too Jace."
…
Waking up, I found Clary's side of the bed empty. Then I heard a soft humming from the shower room.
I laughed, Clary really hasn't changed much. Sighing, I thought back to what happened in the short five days that Clary came back to my life. I got my brilliant girlfriend back, got my amnesia cured, and had mind-blowing sex. Damn, what more can a boy asks for? Except maybe more sex.
I heard the door to me and Clary's room creak and saw a beautiful white towel wrapped nymph standing at my door with a faint blush. I smirked and she huffed back but still holding that small blush.
Clary went to the corner where her clothes are and fumbled through them, bending forward giving me a small peak to her backside that left little to imagine…not that I haven't seen it yet.
Sadly, as always…"JACE! CLARY! IF YOU DON'T HAUL YOUR STUPID HORNY ASSES DOWN STAIRS, I WILL PERSONALLY GO UP THERE AND DRAG YOU TO SCHOOL REGARDLESS OF HOW LITTLE YOU ARE DRESSED!"
Needless to say, the two of us ran down stairs while pulling our clothes on. Izzy makes no idle threat. Alec stood beside the pancake fryer with a spatula in hand and an ear-to-ear grin. Izzy had a cup of coffee, concealing the smile on her lips.
"Whip that stupid smile off your faces." I growled. All I got back was giggles from Izzy and an even wider grin from Alec. I growled again, "SHUT UP! You don't see me calling on you when you're getting dressed with your boyfriends!"
I smirked while the other two's smiles are replaced with red faces.
…
"Clare, what do you have next?" I asked.
"Yea, girly, what do you have next?" Magnus asked.
"Probably home economics or cooking." Mumbled Simon, "Thank the angels that we didn't get another Izzy for cooking."
"Sim, you do cooking?" Clary asked, shocked.
Simon frowned at me, "Have you been teaching her to nickname people?"
"Nope; I learned from her!" I looked to Clary, "Hey, he may not look like it, but he can cook better than Alec. Angels know that the talent was so he didn't feel too bad when everyone else beats him in other subjects."
"Ass."
"I know you like it."
"Actually I do."
Simon just gaped at Clary.
I laughed at the geek's dazed expression, "Close up, Lord of the Dorks, you'll catch a fly."
Simon turned his look on me, "Have you being corrupting the girl with you immaturity?"
"I resent that." Clary and I intoned in unison, looked at each other with the same befuddled look and laughed at each other.
Izzy and Alec stared, "Well, judging from the creaking and banging and moaning. I think Jacey here did corrupt the poor girl. Look! They even talk the same and look the same."
Well one part is true…not that it isn't all true, the one thing that is very true at the moment is that I suspect both Clary and I have the same murderous look…directed at the local Recipe of Disaster.
"Oops! Well would you look at the time! Let's get to class!" With that Izzy grabbed Simon and ran off into the school.
…
Thankfully, gym came quite soon. Since the school supports co-ed, I get to see Clary in her little-miss-conservative shorts in comparison to the short-shorts the girls have taken a liking to. Not that the short-shorts are not appealing but seeing Clare with the beige coloured shorts and that white tee-shirt that says, " Brooklyn Girls. Do everything better."…damn!
It's probably the tee-shirt. She's lucky the teacher doesn't realize the *ahem* true meaning of the shirt. Apparently the rest of the boys do with all the staring they are doing at her.
"Damn she's hot!" Michael Tosh, senior basketball captain and one hell of a respectable guy said as Clary smiled towards me.
"Hey, back off. She's mine." I joked back.
"Dude, I'm not the one with the history…or the one you have to worry about." Michael pointed to another boy, George if I remember right.
From what I know, he has the same reputation as I did back at Brooklyn. A vicious heart-breaker that cares about what the girl can give, takes it, than throws her away. He apparently slept with most of the girls…and some teachers as I've heard from rumors.
Thankfully Clary had practice with people like him…namely me and a few others until she decided to tame my ways…and proceed with killing any chance the others had at having any children.
I only heard little snippets of what he's talking about but it was enough to put me into a rage, "DAMMIT!" I shout-whispered, "The bastard's trying to steal Clary to the Pandemonium!"
Michael whistled, "Smooth. Hope that it won't cause any trouble tonight…"
George then stormed pass us, his face red with rage and fists clenched, growling about some bastard chick.
"Shit." I vocalized.
"No kidding." Michael grunted back.
…
Finding out that the majority of the school is going to the Pandemonium's grand opening made me a bit more comfortable as it will be harder for the asshole to cause a ruckus in the teen-club if he doesn't find me or Clary.
He won't try anything with me, I taught him a valuable lesson the first time, but Clary is a different story.
I exchanged my bland white shirt for a punk black with the words "Think you're Tough?" scribbled on the front in red ink.
The beautiful angel beside me was putting on a sparkling green dress. The sparkles danced and glittered with her forest green eyes. It even enhanced her smiling lips and that gorgeous mane of red locks.
She turned to apply a small dash of makeup and I took this as a chance to crush her body to mine. My hands grasped possessively at her hips as I burrowed my face into the sweet scent of strawberry and lemon shampoo in her hair. I sighed in content and Clary giggled as I caressed a small patch of skin the dress exposed.
"You know, if you don't let go, we're not going to get to the club on time." Clary whispered with in a breathless voice.
I growled a bit and drew her in tighter, "Screw the club."
"JACE, CLARY! WE'RE LEAVING IN TEN! AND IF YOU'RE NOT DOWN IN FIVE, I'LL GO UP AND M-!"
"SHUT UP IZZY! WE'RE COMING!" I interrupted Izzy's screech and pulled Clary along with me.
"I thought you said, and I quote, 'Screw the club.'?" Clary gave me an amused smile.
"You're lucky I love you."
"Arent I?"
I just smiled as the shorter girl-angel-bounced off to chat with Izzy, her carefully cut promise ring gleamed under the bright lights of the house. In this kind of time I often wonder how I was able to capture such an amazing girl as my girlfriend.
Me:…
Jace:…
Clary:…
Everyone else:…
Me:… And that's all she wrote! And thanks to maggie, although she didn't tell me to do anything different than anything I was going to do, she still gave a suggestion. Thus I am obliged to show her name off!
Clary: At least you decided to return.
Me: Oh, time schedule WILL change without notice, depends of how much you review (Ideas) and how much inspiration I get.
Jace: that must have been the must you ever spoke in the little skits at the start or end.
L: Ah, another chapter. Good Job little boy.
Me:… Aren't I older that you? And taller?
Maia: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! LITTLE BOY!
Everyone: REVIEW PLEASE!