KISS OF DESIRE
Second update of the day
Wait til y'all see what I have in store for yoooooooooou...
I want a Jace for christmas.
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Jace
The bar I happened to find myself in was far from my usual scene. This bar was stuffy, overcrowded and just generally below my usual standards.
"What can I get y'?" the bartender asked me. He had a pale, plump face and his shirt was buttoned up to the top; I'm surprised he hasn't died from lack of oxygen yet.
"I'll take your strongest whisky" I grumbled
"One vintage whisky comin' right up sonny"
The man walked away mumbling and I carried on surveying my surroundings
The bar was dimly lit, small spotlights studded the ceiling, many of which were dead or dying. There was a dance floor further to my right that was pretty lonely save for a few couples that had a lot more than dancing in mind tonight.
The bar stools were high, and upholstered with red leather that was peeling around the edges. Definitely not the usual exclusive bar that I go to. The only reason I came to this dump was because I wouldn't be recognised.
The bartender returned with a glass of whiskey,
"A glass? I'm going to need the whole bottle. I'll pay" I said flatly
"Right. Of course" The bartender returned to where he came from.
A few scantily clad women winked at me, more than a dozen waved but none of them caught my eye.
The bartender settled the bottle of whiskey in front of me and left without a word, pulling at his collar and mumbling as he went.
I took a gulp, two, three.
I felt a hand on my knee. The hand made its way up my thigh. I turned to face my pursuer. She had short, stylishly cropped blonde hair that looked like it had been attacked by a mini hurricane and big blue eyes. I glanced down at her hands which were pointed and almost talon-like. Shit. She wore a white sheer dress that did nothing to hide the black bra and panties set she wore underneath. The dress was cut into a low V-shape at the front that plunged right down to her bellybutton. The skirt was torn and dirty. It looked like she'd been chased. Double shit.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, through gritted teeth
"Darling, please do lighten up. Is that any way to treat me?" her smile was sinister and chilling
"Answer the question, Raiyerra"
"My Lady sent me." she pouted
"Araylla? Why. Why now?"
"She misses you."
"Bullshit"
"Fine, she's got her eye on the velle ferebat and thought she'd see how you're faring."
"The velle ferebat? They're here?"
"Yes, strange, isn't it. She senses them close to the city, although she also senses their ignorance"
"They don't know what they are?"
"No, not even a clue. How stupid and wonderful, they'll go without a hitch. But...what about you? Why are you here all alone in such a dump? Has the mighty Jace Herondale fallen?"
"Fallen, maybe. Just not in the sense you're thinking of" I replied, thinking of Clary, then thinking of the ornately wrapped package in my car.
The girl sidled closer, "My Ladyship may not have missed you, but I certainly have." she smiled wickedly and stroked my chest.
"How is she?" I asked, ignoring Raiyerra's sensual touch, her hand glided over my right arm, right where my tattoo is and her fingers started to burn and writhe. She pulled her hand back and hissed at me.
"Skin of ward"
"Nope. Just a little iron tattoo, paid a lot to get it done, only one in the world and it hurt like hell"
Raiyerra glared, "My Ladyship is fine. She pines over you, she desires you but otherwise she is completely unemotional towards you. She has a consort" Raiyerra smiled vindictively, as though that information would hurt me.
"Why are your clothes stained?" I asked
"I had a little trouble getting here. I tried appearing to you at your home but something was blocking me"
What? Blocking her? How?
Raiyerra ran a hand through my hair and brought her lips to my ear, "Come with me, Jace, let me take you away" she whispered melodically, she licked my ear. Kiss of Desire, she sung in my head, Who do you desire most, Jace?
When I didn't say anything, she jumped off the stool and disappeared into thin air. Literally.
I drank the rest of my whiskey. Kiss of Desire, Raiyerra's words scorched my mind, my whole body.
Clary. Clary. Clary, Clary, Clary; my mind hummed. Shit. Of course, 'Kiss of Desire' a spell.
I threw a wad of bills at the bartender, not caring how much I'd given and stormed to my car.
Clary, I need her. Right now.
I drove at 150mph not caring who saw, not caring how much shit I'd get into. All I could think about was Clary.
Clary
I woke up to the sound of relentless knocking at the apartment door.
I looked through the spyhole and saw a frantic Jace, pacing and grabbing at his hair. I unlocked the door and pulled it open.
Jace didn't come in, he just stopped pacing and stared.
I put my hands on my hips and scowled at him, "Don't you have a key? If you're going to stay out all night, at least have the decency not to wake me up when you come home."
Jace's gaze travelled down my body, and then back up, his eyes were scarily dark, enticingly dark.
"Jace?" I asked, "Are you alright?"
He said nothing, just looked at me. It was strange, he was looking at me as though I could disappear before his very own eyes.
He walked into the apartment, still silent and shut the door behind him.
"Clary..." he said, his voice low and dangerous. He sauntered towards me, slowly. His hands were on my hips and he had me pinned against the 'lobby' wall before I could manage a clear thought.
His hands caressed my sides, and then found the hem of my over-sized sheep sweater. They slipped under the fabric and moved up my thighs, making my knees go weak, and then gripped my hips once more. He crushed my body into his and brought his lips down to my bared shoulder. His lips made a blazing trail from my to my shoulder to my neck. His kiss was slow, lingering, it drove me crazy.
"Tell me you want me, Clary" he whispered against my skin, he nibbled my ear and then growled, he pulled my thighs around him. My stomach lurched and plunged into an abyss of want, desire and need.
"Tell me" he pleaded.
I wanted to, oh how I needed to, the words were on the tip of my tongue, but instead of saying what my body urged me to say, I said "You're drunk, Jace. Put me down"
Am I evil or am I evil.
I bet you're all sitting there like, "Dayumm woman make them kiss already" but I really want this to be slow and I love making them squirm ;))))
Soooo, who is Raiyerra? Who's Araylla? What is the Velle Ferebat? What's with the tattoo? What's in the box?
Don't you wish you knew? MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I'm having WAAAAAAAAYYYY too much fun with this, I know something you don't niener niener...
*Regains composure*... so childish...
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-Clary Fray Mockingjay over and out xx
