Hey, guys :) Next chapter. A question I got asked that I actually meant to address a while earlier, is I was asked who I imagine as the characters when I'm writing. Well, to me, Lily and Jamie will always be Clary and Jace. I think they did a spectacular job. And to be totally honest, the TV actors really frustrate me. Not saying they're not good actors or anything, I'm sure they're just doing what the directors tell them to, but they drive me kind of nuts. I find Clary super whiny and Jace unbearably broody. For pretty much everyone else as well, I imagine the movie actors. The only ones I see from the TV show (other than people who obviously weren't featured in the movie) is Matthew Daddario as Alec and Emeraude Toubia as Isabelle.

Also, there was a few not so happy reviews about the whole Clary and Jocelyn discussion in the last chapter. Please keep in mind that this is inspired by Sons of Anarchy and other similar books/TV shows, and the whole world is meant to be a lot rougher than the usual one, which is shown by the way they talk to each other and act. Just something to keep in mind :)

Isabelle was at Simons, which wasn't unusual. And it worked in Clary's favor, because right now, she just needed Jace. She needed Jace in her head and in her cunt, and to fuck away all the shit that was going on in her life at the moment. She got into the shower as soon as she got home, standing underneath the hot spray for what felt like hours. She didn't bother washing her hair, she just stood there, lathering her moringa body wash up and down her arms, over her torso, between her legs, and then sat at the bottom of the shower until the water ran cold. Then she got herself out, rubbing a towel through her hair and then walking naked down the hallway to her room.

Clary plugged her phone into the speakers on top of her desk, turning the sound up until it was all that she could hear. Maria Brink screamed in her ears as she pulled on an over-sized shirt and a pair of lace underwear and then lit up a joint, laying back on her bed. She had almost finished the joint and was thinking about getting another one out when there was a noise down the hallway. She narrowed her eyes and her hand instantly shifted to the top of her bed, reaching for the bedside table when Jace appeared in the doorway. She snorted and rolled her eyes, her wrist relaxing.

"Shit, man," Clary shook her head, closing her eyes as she took in another long drag from her joint. "You need to stop breaking in."

"I knocked at the back door," Jace said. "You didn't answer."

"Yeah, well," Clary shrugged, still not opening her eyes. "You found your way in." She heard him moving into her room, but she just focused on how weightless her body felt right now and how unworried she felt for the first time in a couple of weeks. Suddenly, his hands were closing around her ankles and pulling her to the other side of the bed. She let out a giggle and opened her eyes. "You want a puff?" She asked, opening her eyes and taking the joint from between her lips, holding it out to him.

"Yeah," Jace took it from her, putting it in the corner of his mouth, and then dropping his hands back to her legs, reaching down to grip the edges of her underwear and jerking them down. His fingers trailed down her smooth thighs, massaging them lightly and smiling when he saw the smug smile drop off her face and her lips parting, eyes closing. His hands slid back to her knees, pushing them apart so that she was exposed to him. "You finish it, Red," he said after he had inhaled, handing it back to her.

"Mm," Clary mumbled, accepting it and putting it back in her mouth as he leaned down. He started placing slow, wet kisses from her knee and up the inside of her thigh. His hands were on her ass, pressing his thumbs into the tight skin of her cheeks, pulling her upward so that when his mouth reached the middle of her legs, he was able to lift her up and present her to his tongue. "Oh...Oh," her eyes suddenly widened, pulling the joint out of her mouth. She clumsily stubbed it out on the ash tray on the bedside table, her fingers gripping at the blanket.

"I love your noises, baby," Jace murmured as his tongue teased at her slit, which was now dripping. Clary's body tensed as he dipped between her lower lips, letting out a long whine as he pulled away again. He grinned, his fingers changing their grip so that they were brushing over the crack of her perfect ass. He kneeled on the floor in front of her, pressing kisses to her skin and making her moan and try to rut her hips against him. His tongue licked down her crack, finding the tight ring of muscles and flattening his tongue against it. Clary's guttural moan spurred him on, licking at the hole, slowing relaxing it before pushing his tongue inside. Her knuckles were white where they were gripping the blankets, and she lifted her head weakly for a moment, catching his gaze.

"Bottom drawer," she managed to say, and he nodded, pulling away for a moment. He found the lube, lathering his fingers and rubbing it over her. One of his long fingers pressed inside of her and she let out another moan that made him throb in his pants. His mouth went back to her pussy, his tongue sliding between her bare, slick folds as his finger moved in and out of her ass. His tongue was so soft it made her body ache, and she rolled her hips forward, looking for something more, but knowing that she was barely going to be able to handle it once he gave it to her.

His teeth brushed against her sensitive nub and her whole body jerked, as he slipped another finger inside of her, scissoring her open. He curled his tongue around her clit, finally giving her the pressure she needed, and sliding down to sink inside of her. She tasted like heaven, and it only took him seconds to get her to the point where she was spilling over his tongue. Her body was stilling shuddering and sensitive as he took his fingers out of her ass and pushed them inside of her, sucking on her clit.

"Fuck!" Clary cried out, tears gathering in her eyes as he moved relentlessly. She came again, but he didn't stop, his fingers curling inside of her to brush against her shaking walls, and his teeth and lips never leaving her clit. One of her hands lifted from the blankets to his hair, holding him tightly against her cunt, grinding herself against his face. He loved every second of it, eating her out like she was the last meal on earth. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Clary sobbed out as she came for a fourth time, and that was when Jace pulled away. He didn't bother with his shirt, getting to his feet and just pushing down his jeans and briefs and sheathing himself with a condom. He pushed inside of her and he let out a long groan.

"Feels like home, baby," he murmured as he stared down at her. She managed a nod, before lifting her hips to meet his.


"I can't believe we're doing this again," Clary let out a snort, shaking her head as she looked across at Jace. It was their third round in the past two hours, and they were both feeling pretty spent. Jace just grinned across at her, reaching over to wrap his arm around her shoulders and pull her in closer to him. Clary let her body mold itself against his, her head resting on his chest, her hand tracing patterns on his taunt lower stomach. "It's pretty fucking stupid, when you think about it."

"But it's also pretty fucking awesome," he nudged her with his shoulder. She rolled her eyes, but there was a small smile on her face. They lay like that for a while, and Jace thought that maybe the red head in his arms had fallen asleep. He had lost count of how many times he had made her fall over the edge since he had gotten there, and it was nearly one in the morning by now. But then she shifted and tilted her head up to his and he frowned as he took in her expression. "Are you okay?" He asked her, his eyebrows knitted together, the hand that was wrapped around her rubbing up and down her lower back soothingly.

"I'm fine," she told him.

"You're lying," he said, lifting an eyebrow at her. She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair and rolled away from her, stretching out her arms above her head.

"There's something bad that's coming, and I'm...I'm worried about it," Clary said. Jace could tell that there was more that she had to say, but she kept her lips pressed together. That had always been a rule between them, since they were teenagers, that they didn't talk about club business. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and walking from the room. Clary watched him go, arching her back in a cat like manner and letting out an exhale, and then looked back when he came back.

"Here, babe," he said softly, handing her a damp cloth. She gave him an appreciative smile as she wiped at the stickiness between her leg, discarding of it on the ground before picking up her cigarettes from the bedside table and lit it up.

"Good to know you're making yourself at home," Clary muttered when she saw the bottle of beer in his hand. Jace just shrugged and gave her a half smile as he swallowed down a mouthful. He sat down on the opposite side of the bed of her as she finished of her cigarette, holding it out to him for a puff as she got near to the filter.

"Have you ever thought about getting away from it all?" Jace asked her abruptly as he handed the cigarette back. Clary frowned at him, as though trying to gauge his mood, and then let out a laugh.

"Uh, yeah, all the time," she muttered bitterly. "But we all know that could never happen."

"Why not?" Jace asked. Clary let out an annoyed sigh and got off the bed, walking over the windows and opening them, stubbing out her cigarette and dropping it outside. "I'm serious."

"No, you're not, Jace," Clary snapped, looking over her shoulder. "Because if you were being serious, you wouldn't be asking things like that."

"Or maybe I'm just being a different kind of serious," Jace asked quietly. She was looking at him like he was crazy and he got up, putting the bottle of beer down on the ground and walking over to where she was standing next to the open window. "It's the only way that me and you are ever going to be able to actually be together. You know that, Clary." She was still frowning up at him and he lifted his hand to touch her face. She shook her head and stepped away from him.

"This is my family, Jace," she stated. "This is everything I've ever known. And your brothers, that's your family. How can you talk about turning your back on them? About leaving them? That's all we've ever known."

"You know that if you were going to be my woman I would leave all of this behind," Jace snapped at her, his voice a couple of octaves louder. "If you told me that you were going to stand by me, then I would leave. I would leave it to be with you. All of it."

"Then I guess that's the difference between you and me," Clary glared up at him. "Because I wouldn't turn my back on my family, or my club." Jace met her angry gaze with one of his own. This had always been a problem with them. They were both too hot headed and stubborn for their own good. So instead of talking, Jace just took a handful of her hair and dragged her in close to him so that he could bring his lips down on hers. She bit down angrily on his lower lip, but he ignored her, his grip tightening in her hair, making her squeak and finally relent under the assault of his tongue and lips.

Then he was throwing her on the bed and ripping open another condom, pulling it over himself. Clary was staring up at him, her green eyes practically glowing as he pushed her legs apart and lifted her hips up so that he could slam into her. Her pussy was already hyper-sensitive from all of the attention he had given her over the past few hours and it was almost painful how good it felt. He slammed into her over and over again, trying to fuck away both of their feelings.

Now! My music obsessions since my last update! Actually, heaps of old songs have resurfaced on my iTunes. There's Thinking It Over by Dana Glover, seriously this song makes my heart ache like every time I hear it. I think I obsessively listened to it when I was a teenager when I went through a break up, melodramatic child that I was. Then there's Pony by Ginuwine. LOL. Don't know what's got me so into that one all of a sudden. And the third one is Bring Me Back To Life by Extreme Music. Seriously, the Shadowhunters show has a pretty great soundtrack, I think I've fallen in love with every song I've discovered through there!

Oh gosh, aaaaaaaand there's this cover of a Jesse McCartney song, Beautiful Soul, by SoMo. I watched a Stydia fan video to the song, and I'm now just completely in love.

Oooooh, and in the post the other day, I got my Stilinski 24 hoodie. Can you tell I'm obsessed with Teen Wolf just a little bit? Yes? No? Maybe? LOL.

As usual, please feed my obsession with songs and reviews :) It'd make me very happy, and I'll send you a preview xxx