Hey Guys. I would just like to point something out quickly. Someone asked me about Jace and Izzy dating the other day, saying it was a little weird. I just want to confirm that the two did NOT date. Izzy was crushing on Jace but he turned her down, so she went around sleeping with boys. Hope that clears everything up. Thanks guys and please enjoy.
Chapter 11
"Hey Iz" Izzy looked down at her with a huge grin as she stepped out of the doorway.
"Hello sexy. So could Sebastian keep his hands off or not?" Clary smirked.
"He kissed my cheek and that was all". Lie number one. Izzy scowled.
"And.." She trailed, waving her hand in anticipation.
"We both decided it would be better as friends". Lie number two.
"You're not fun Fray" She protested, pouting, but still leaned a little closer. "Jace was not happy when he got home. In fact I think he was furious" she giggled. Clary couldn't help the large smirk that appeared on her face.
"Oh really?" Izzy nodded in delight.
"I think you should show him what he's missing". The girls looked at each other for a second, before bursting into a fit of giggles as Izzy lead Clary to the Jace's room.
"Don't tell him about not wanting to see him again. Then come to my room after". She whispered just as they stopped outside his door. Before Clary could say another word Isabelle knocked on the door, then skipped down the corridor into her bedroom, lightly closing the door behind her, but not before leaving her with a cheeky grin.
"Go away Izzy you know I'm not in a good mood". His strained voice sounded through the wood. Clary took a deep breath, mentally and physically preparing herself.
"What about your dear friend Clary though?" she called back anxiously. There was a sudden bumping noise, followed by a curse, then footsteps before the door flung open showing a half naked Jace in just basketball shorts. Her eyes involuntarily took a quick peek at the perfection in front of her, almost forgetting how beautiful he was all over again. His muscled abdomen, the happy trail of blond hair and his bulky arms that had been made to adorn tattoos. His long athletic legs and his bare feet. Her stomach clenched in excitement, as her heart skipped a beat. She still wasn't use to the strange emotions bubbling up every time she saw him. She lifted her emerald eyes to him, to see he looked tired, upset.
"Hey Jace" she whispered, not wanting to interrupt the settling silence.
"Hey Clary" he whispered back, leaning against the doorframe. Their eyes connected with such intensity she became lost in the world, completely unaware of anything else around her. His golden eyes seemed a little duller than usual, yet Clary found herself still thinking they were as memorizing as usual, down to the flecks of amber.
"Do you think I could come in?" she finally asked, unsure if she was awake in her dreamy state. The words seemed to knock Jace back into the real world too as he blinked, looking a little startled.
"Oh yeah" he murmured moving to the side, his eyes turning downcast to the floor. She wobbled into the darkness with her ridiculously high heels, the only light stream coming from his telly which was paused on Christian Bale. "Ah" she stated knowingly with a small smile. "You can't beat a bit of Batman". She watched Jace shake his head as he chuckled, jumping back into the creased bed sheets. Without needing to ask she joined him, jumping onto the mattress, making them both bounce a little. She shuffled up beside him, before snuggling into his side, loving the warmth he brought as he slung an arm over her shoulder. She kicked her heels off, moaning in pleasure as she watched her shoes fly across his room, whacking into random furniture. Clary felt Jace's body twitch before he loudly cleared his throat. She looked up at him, trying to solve the mystery that was Jace Herondale. He didn't look at her once, keeping his firm gaze on the T.V.
"Why aren't you in a good mood?" She asked, finally filling the quietness. Clary was confused, she didn't really understand why he was acting so odd. Could he really be jealous like Isabelle suggested? He was still for a moment before he sighed loudly, finally turning his gaze onto her.
"I don't like the thought of Sebastian" he confessed and Clary felt her heart skip a beat. "I don't want him to take you away from me. I mean come on Clary" he continued, his voice raising ever so slightly. "The guys a jerk". She looked away smiling slightly against her better judgement, though tried to hide it as she began to pick at the duvet cover. If this was anyone else she would have shouted about how it's her life so they can sod off, however coming from Jace it was endearing. She could feel the pressure for an answer from his eyes that were burning into her. Her words started to become a jumbled mess as she tried to stumble out of his piercing gaze.
"It went really well… We actually got on okay… Okay it was horribly awkward…. Well not really awkward but I don't think…. I was… like… his…" She stopped for a second trying to think of the right word. "Type?" she finally guessed, looking up at him. His eyes seemed to have visually widened as he frowned.
"You're not his type?" he pronounced slowly, his frown deepening and Clary found herself giggling at the sight.
"hum umm. Something tells me he likes… the darker haired society".
"Darker haired society" he repeated, a small smile playing at his lips.
"Yep"
"And what's wrong with gingers?" he asked, a small playful smirk now uplifting his lips. She shrugged back, her own smirk back at him, glad he hadn't noticed the word society too much.
"I'm just too women for him that's all. With my massive boobs" she motioned, pushing her two arms in her small breasts "and long delicate legs". She lifted one tiny leg in the air and trailed her fingertips up them. "I don't even think he was a fan of these" she whispered teasingly, lifting her hips and snapping some of the fabric of her thong, showing him the delicate black lace. She heard the sharp intake of breath.
"He's not a fan?" he asked breathlessly. She pouted at him and shook her head.
"Nope"
"I'm a fan. I'm a very big fan"
"Huh. You are?" she asked seductively, leaning up and nipping his ear lope with her teeth. He hummed appreciatively.
"I am" he repeated, vigorously nodding his head. She shuffled out of his grasp, crawling off the bed until she was standing beside it. She bit her lip trying to keep in her giggles as he watched her bewildered.
"How much so?" she pinched the top of her wet looking trouser, slowly shuffling them down her bum.
"Oh god" she heard him mumble as they effortlessly slid down her thighs. She pulled the fabric off her legs, letting it scatter across the floor. She bent over, keeping her ass high in the air for Jace's view as she slowly picked up the material, before she threw it at him, watching as they landed on his shoulder. His eyes darted between her legs, her pants and then her face.
"Oh god?" she asked questioningly, raising an eyebrow with a cheeky smirk plastered on her lips.
"Oh god" he repeated, looking her up and down. "I'm a very very.." She grabbed the bottom of her crop top as he started to talk and pulled it up over her body. "Very big fan" he finished, his voice unsteady. She watched him in curiosity, tilting her head to the side as his eyes became wider, hungry on her body. His hands were clenched into fists, grasping on the sheets and Clary could see the distinct bulge in his shorts. And that's when she felt it. The triumphant warmth that rushed through every inch of her body. She felt like a goddess. Confident, sexy, wanted. Not embarrassed as she showcased her small matching black lingerie.
"I'm glad you liked it, because I did wear it for someone special" she teased, placing her knee of the bed as she started the slow crawl back to him. She watched as his body was completely still, watching every little movement she made with alertness, as she continued o stalk her prey. She sat up, walking on her knees as her hands came upon his shoulders, flexing around the muscle. Her legs climbed up around him, her limbs completely wrapped around him, while placing his warm hands on her exposed hips. He was still frozen, his mouth a little open like he was trying to grasp onto anything. She leant forward, trailing her lips from his cheeks across to his ear.
"Would you like to know who" she breathed in a sultry tone. His body shuddered under hers, and Clary felt even more invincible. Instead of answering he just nodded.
"Answer me baby. I want to hear you say it". He audibly gulped as her finger slowly stroked up and down the back of his neck.
"Who?" he finally asked uneasily, his hands gripping her harder.
"Do you really want me to tell you?"
"Yes. God Clary, yes I do". Clary had never heard him so vulnerable.
"Isabelle" she purred, backing away to see his face. It was picture. Shock was clear, with his eyebrows raised high and his breath no long coming out. But it was also clear he was seriously aroused too. His cheeks were flushed and his golden eyes were a shade darker as they magnificently swirled. She could feel his entire length pressed up against her centre and it felt too close to heaven. She wanted to buck her hips and just feel the friction, but she knew if she started, she wouldn't be able to stop herself.
"Do you think she'll like it?" his hands travelled down until he was caressing her ass cheeks, the pads of his thumbs slowly stroking them. He was gaining his confidence back.
"I'd be angry if she didn't" he finally managed to produce a steady sentence. She gazed at him eye level, trying to understand what he was feeling through his unreadable eyes.
"Good. Il see you in the morning" she detached herself, hating how much she wanted him to pull her back and rip her lingerie off, but true to her game, she was going to make Jace work for it. It had only been 3 weeks. "Goodnight Jace, I'll try not to be too loud". She smirked, swinging her hips as she walked out his room, leaving his door wide open.
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"Oh Izzy!"
…..
"Oh my god" she moaned at the top of her lungs.
…..
"Please, oh god please don't stop".
…..
"Right there!" she shouted out, unable to keep the ecstasy out of her voice.
….
She took a deep breath and moaned out some more, while watching Isabelle paint her toenails a delicious scarlet red. She was surprised Isabelle hadn't tickled her feet yet, considering the lightest touch usually sent her flying off the bed.
"Oh god. Please, please Isabelle I'm so close". She moaned louder, hoping it was going through Jace's door. She discreetly sighed, her head collapsing into her hands as she thought back to Sebastian and how the world seemed tilted on its axis, disrupting the natural course it was suppose to take. Sebastian was in love with her ex best friend, but was using Jonathan because he knew Simon didn't swing that way. Unrequited love was always the worst. She briefly wondered how Simon pulled it off. He had the most beautiful girl in St Xavier's on her knees in love with him, and now he had Sebastian, school ranked 2nd highest, and he too in love with the brown haired geek. And here she was, becoming confident and sexy, leading on the golden boy everybody wanted a taste of. What was life coming to? She briefly wondered. She picked up her phone with one hand, while grabbing a large handful of popcorn with the other, shoving it all in her mouth until she couldn't physically close it, trying to drown her guilty sorrows.
Do you think we should swap now? – C
Clary watched as Isabelle's phone pinged up. Isabelle flicked her eyes up to her in confusion before swiping it open. Her guilt pinched once again. She wanted to tell Izzy about the feelings Sebastian was harbouring for the love of her life, yet she knew she couldn't. Some secrets weren't hers to share.
Nah keep it going for a little longer. I've still got to put a second coat on your other foot – I
I'm running out of things to say. Plus I can't moan and eat at the same time. You don't know how life destructing that is – C
Stop complaining you lemon and keep going – I
Clary scowled at the girl, but true to her word kept it up.
"Ah god!" she screamed over exaggeratedly. Isabelle jumped from her spot, smearing nail varnish up Clary's foot. Izzy's head snapped up as she scowled at her, but Clary couldn't help the small giggled escaping her mouth. She was trying to hold it back so much that she snorted, so loud you would have thought a pig was in her place. Isabelle's face contoured in silent laughs, making Clary snort louder, making her slap a hand over her mouth. Both girls cried silently, their bodies aching from laughing so much.
Jace POV
He groaned and shoved his head further into the pillows as he tried to block out Clary's delicious moans. But to no avail. Each little moan of pleasure was like heavens music sent to his ears. That's all he would ever want to hear if Clary was his. Her moaning his name over and over again until she couldn't even speak from the shockwaves of her orgasm. But instead she was moaning Isabelle's name, her voice getting higher and more breathy, as she was getting closer to her release. Yet each mumbled word of pleasure sent shock pulses through his body, resonating right down there. She may have been fucking his sister, but he still found it hot. Very, very hot.
"Damn it" he growled, hearing her beg for it a little louder. Soon she would be screaming the place down. He raced up at record speed from his bed, closing his door with a slam. He backed up against the wood, slowly sliding to the floor as his head fell back against the door with a bang. He groaned, as his head ached, yet all his attention was only focussed on his throbbing cock. He needed release, and he needed it now. He shouted out in aggravation before sliding his shorts off in double time and grasping himself hard. He closed his eyes in relief and let his hands rub up and down against him, hard and fast in time with her moans.
He imagined her legs wrapped around his head as he pleasured her cliterous, tasting the sweetness she probably held with his tongue. He would love to know what she tasted like. He then imagined her bouncing up and down on him, the way she would squeeze around him from her tightness as she shouted out his name. Her read curls falling down her face as her mouth was slightly open. Her breath would be short hard pants as her hands would curl into his hair, tugging it as she moaned and moaned his name. And only his name. His hand started to tighten and become quicker as he felt himself build up, grunting with each tug. That's when she moaned, shouting out Isabelle's name as she came off her high, he most angelic sound he had ever heard. The simple sound brought him into euphoria as he came into his hand, slowing to a stop. In the new piercing silence, his breathing hard and fast as he panted against his door. He had never wanted something so bad in his entire life.
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Clary POV
They had eaten all the popcorn and chocolate as the film finally came to a close.
"Man I love that film". However sad that fact was, it was true. Clary was secretly in love with Mamma Mia. Her and Izzy had danced around the room singing Abba at the top of their lungs, trying to resemble something close to dancing after both of their fake orgasms. You would never believe how loud Isabelle could be. She jumped backwards giggling, her body bouncing against the springs of the mattress with a loud protesting sound. She looked over to see Isabelle hunched over her phone, like she had been most the night.
"For the love of god Izzy, just text him to come over. It's like you're addicted to him". Izzy grinned.
"Oh I am". Clary scrunched her face up in disgust.
"Eww gross". She heard Izzy sigh, before she felt the mattress dip as Izzy jumped down next to her.
"Clary I need you to tell me the truth". Clary's eyes pinged open at the words, frowning slightly as she looked at the beautiful girl. Those words never meant good things.
"Um okay?" she asked a little bewildered.
"You said you only lusted after Jace.." she left the words hanging and Clary found her forehead crinkling up more. She had said those words, but yet Clary couldn't help but feel like that wasn't the case and never really had been. It's just what she wanted it to be.
"Yes?"
"Well…" Isabelle left the words hanging and Clary found herself getting a little agitated.
"Yes?" she repeated a little more forcefully.
"I know you like him Clary". Isabelle stared at her, clearly awaiting a straight answer. She sighed over exaggeratedly, not really wanting it to admit the words one little bit.
"Look Isabelle…" she tried to explain, yet she couldn't find the words. How could she tell Isabelle what was circling in her head when she didn't really understand either. She shouted out in aggravation.
"Me and him, it's confusing. I mean he's him and I'm me". That defiantly deserved the worst explanation about feelings award she inwardly mused.
"And what's that suppose to mean" Isabelle asked a little defensively. Clary sat up, Izzy following straight afterwards as they stared at each other with a little hostility.
"You know exactly what I mean" she raised her voice a little, annoyed at the sudden questioning brigade Isabelle had started. "He just wants a quick fuck". Izzy's face became hard pressed.
"He isn't like that" she growled.
"Well he isn't exactly the hearts and flowers guy" Clary argued back.
"How would you know!" she suddenly shouted out, making Clary jump. "You're just jealous that you can't have him".
"What!" Clary asked in pure confusion. "What the hell are you going on about Izzy"
"He loves me!" she shouted, jumping up onto her feet. "He will never love you" Clary leant forward, scratching her forehead as she tried to process the words. Jace had told her Isabelle didn't think of him that way anymore. Her stomach dropped, looking at the girl confessing her love for her step brother right in front of her. Unless…
"Are we talking about the same person here?" she asked curiously.
"Simon" Isabelle gritted out the same time as Clary said.
"Jace?" The suddenly silence was piercing as the girls stared at each other for a few seconds. The words seemed to sink for both of them at the same time.
"Oh" Isabelle muttered in a preppy matter, clearly confused.
"SIMON!?" Clary burst out, confused. She felt the need to repeat herself as Isabelle remained quiet. "Simon!" she nearly chocked out on the words. "You though I liked … Simon?"
"Well you guys were always close and…"
"I'm sorry I think I'm losing my mind. Please tell me you did not just say the words Simon". Isabelle shifted in her seat.
"So you don't like Simon?" she questioned. Clary felt the need to grab onto Isabelle and shake sense into her.
"I don't know how to spell this out any clearer to you Isabelle. I do not like Simon" She pronounced each syllable clearly, with conviction in each word.
"Well that clears everything up" Isabelle smiled, sounding suddenly completely unaffected. Clary couldn't seem to shake the rising nauseous feeling in her stomach as she stared at the girl.
"Go make some more popcorn" she dismissed her with the wave of her hand as she turned, "Im going to call Simon".
"Slavery was abolished you know" she muttered in a huff, however evacuating the room towards the kitchen with double speed, wanting to cool down a little.
"No offence but your singing sucks". Clary scowled at him as she entered the kitchen, seeing him on the bar stool with a bowl of cereal, still in his basketball shorts.
"Well there goes my chance on American Idol" she muttered while walking to the cupboards. He just chuckled.
"Sorry Red. But it sounded like Church was getting run over. Repeatedly". She smacked his arm lightly.
"You Mr Herondale are no true gentleman. If you were you would have told me I sounded like the fairest maiden known to land". She tried to reach up to the popcorn to find it residing on the highest shelf. Damn Isabelle for being so bloody tall. She decided her monkey skills needed to be used. She jumped up, managed to get one knee of the hardtop marble, as her arms helped pull her other knee up for balance.
"Clary what are you doing?" He asked with clear amusement in his voice.
"I" she started pulling herself up. "Am letting my monkey senses get me to the popcorn". She reached her hand up, her fingers fumbling at the base, pushing it further back as her knees started to ache against the cold surface.
"Shit" she muttered exasperatedly.
"You realise that makes no sense at all Fray".
"Oh shut it Herondale before I castrate you". She fingers finally secured around the large box.
"Ah ha!" he cried in glee, doing a secret victory shuffle in her head. As she was distracted she didn't realise a warmth enveloping her hips until she was hanging in the air. She squealed in horror as she saw the impending floor of lava, making herself curl into a ball. She heard a deep chuckle as her bum was propped onto the kitchen counter. She opened her eyes to find a grinning Jace, who was examining her for a few seconds.
"It's funny seeing you at the same height" he mused with a crooked grin. She narrowed her eyes at him.
"I never asked God to turn me into a giraffe".
"What did you ask to become? Crookshanks" Her mouth popped open at his insult.
"Did you just call me a ginger cat?" she asked unbelievably.
"I believe I did". His hands came up and rested on her knee, before slowly brushing his palm up her thigh. Her breath caught as her skin started to tingle in delight, her mind completing vanquishing the previous insult as she became mindless.
"Such smooth skin" she heard him murmur in wonder as his eyes followed the moments, his fingers just reaching the edge of her over sized 'The Beatles' pyjama top. His thumb slowly stroked the inside of her thigh, inflicting a small whimper to come out. He looked up, his smouldering golden eyes watching her in interest as she bit her lip, refusing herself to let out another noise.
"You have such a lovely flush" he continued, his free hand coming up and brushing her red cheeks, making her blush deeper. "If this gets you all heated up, I wonder what dirty talking would do" Her eyes widened as they both continued to watch each other. A small smirk started to uplift his pink lips.
"How about" he murmured leaning closer. "If I said something like this. I regularly wonder what you would taste like since your confession. Sweet just like you skin" his finger started to make lazy swirls, higher and higher on her thighs. "Or like strawberries, just like how your hair smells". His finger traced the centre of her thong, down the length of her. She gasped loudly as she felt the instant heat spread through the belly, radiating through her whole being as she automatically stopped breathing, all the while getting lost in his golden orbs. His grin widened as he stepped closer until his body was pressed hard against her, his hands cupping under her thigh, as he brought one of her legs around his body. His free hand came around her back, pushing her into him until there was no more space left in-between them. Their noses softly brushed as they continued to gaze into each other's eyes. However he was looking at her with possession, his lustful eyes wanting to eat every inch of skin as hers were of vulnerability. He had her exactly where he wanted her and Clary knew that, yet she couldn't move a single muscle in her wanting body.
"Breathe baby" he breathed against her lips, the soft brushes tickling her sensitized lips. Her body was lost in a trance as she couldn't move. Her mind was shutting down with only one word left to process. Jace. His lips brushed down her skin until he was at the base of her neck, sucking at her skin eliciting a small moan out of her. She arched her back into him, as her neck tilted to give him better access to her sweet point. A heat trail of kisses and small bite were made up her neck, each one sparking an electric pulse throughout her as he reached her ear.
"Enjoy your popcorn Clary". She was suddenly freezing cold, his warmth vanishing as he walked away with easy grace, back towards his room. Her mouth popped open in disbelief, as her recovering mind tried to decipher what had just happened to herself.
"What the hell" she murmured in bewilderment, watching his disappear around the corner. Every fibre in her body betrayed her as it begged her to run to him and smash her lips straight to his, yet she was still frozen in time. Her stomach clenched in an unpleasant way. An unfulfilled way. She was sexually frustrated and Jace did it on purpose. She tightened her fists around the popcorn, hearing the snapping of the sweet snacks in her hands. That's was when Clary realised it was going to be a very long Thursday night.
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They were now on Friday in History. Jace was as being more annoying than usual, and Clary couldn't decide if that was a good thing or not. It started with the chair kicking, earning him multiple heated glares until she didn't bother anymore, doodling as usual on her history book. Recently it had turned to objects being thrown, loud whispered as well as the loud drumming of his fingers against the table. He knew how much she hated it.
"I swear to god I am about to murder that butt slug so fucking bad that.." she never finished her mumbling as a white blob flew past her shoulder, distracting her rambling as it hit the person in front of her, pinging off the back of their head and landing on her table. The boy swung around instantaneously, his blue eyes burning in anger as his cheeks became flustered. She was surprised to realise she didn't even know the guy.
"Do you think for one second you could stop being so fucking annoying ginge?" he menacingly gritted out. Clary's mouth dropped open in surprise.
"Excuse me!" she cried in anger. "How dare you…" but she was swiftly interrupted once more, but this time by a loud banging. She jumped on her chair in surprise as Jace was suddenly next to the boy, his palms flat on the table as he bent down, looking down at the boy with an eerily calm expression, his eyes blazing.
"I dare you to say that again" he quietly spoke, watching with expectant eyes. Clary had never heard his voice sound so deep and dangerous. It strangely turned her on, very much so. The whole class stopped to watch in amazement. Even Clary's mouth was snapped open in surprise of her knight in shining armour. The boy was suddenly quiet, looking away as his skin became a sickly shade of white.
"That's what I thought" Jace gritted. "If you say another word to her I promise you, I won't hesitate before I break your nose".
"O..kay" the boy stuttered out. Jace nodded once before calmly walked back to his desk, but not without a wink aimed at her. Well that was unexpected she thought star struck as she reached for the paper that had bounced back on her table.
Everyone's coming ours tonight. If you don't come I will be forced to drag you out the house.
She smiled at the message, grabbing at her pencil and scribbling an answer back.
Are you threatening to kidnap me?
She smiled and threw the paper behind her shoulder.
Yes.
.. Hold me against my will?
Oh yes baby.
What would you do to me?
She heard a distinct groan in the background.
Please don't make me think about it, I don't want to get too excited in a rather dull lesson.
I want know…
So many things. Many many things.
I'd like you to do those many things…
Clary are you trying to seduce me? Cause it's working.
Maybe, considering you did leave me all hot and bothered last night.
I did enjoy seeing that delicious shade of red on you. You know I wasn't joking about what I said…
Clary turned in her seat, her cheeks a burning red as her body responded with want. Want for Jace to know how she tasted.
"What's the matter baby, imagining later?" Her cheeks blushed even more as his smirk turned into a grin. She changed the topic quickly before she embarrassed herself.
"So who's going tonight?"
"The usual lot. Oh plus Jordon", he pointed to one of the regular boys at the back with him. He threw a hand up with a smile. "And his girlfriend Maia". Clary smiled back then turned to Jace
"Okay what time?"
"You might as well come straight to my car after school"
"You're gonna fuck her in the car again Jace? What I want to know is, is it doggy style, or is she just maintaining you while you drive" someone voiced up. The boys laughed when Clary's head snapped to him.
"I certainly hope you don't kiss your mother with that cock sucking mouth" she snapped, narrowing her eyes. The boy looked shocked by Clary's burst whereas the other boys laughed even harder, she even got a whistle from Jace who was now back to smirking at her as he leaned back in his chair, his arms resting behind his head showing a little muscle under his t-shirt.
"Oh you are a spitfire Clary". She smirked back and leant forward, leaning her elbows on his table as her head rested on her hands.
"You would know sweetie wouldn't you" she blew him a kiss. The boys started to whistle and loudly bang the tables as they looked at each. The challenge passing through their eyes. The boys knew about their challenge, Jace it seems couldn't seem to keep his mouth shut.
"See you later lover boy" she purred, adding a wink as she stood, walking to her next class just as the bell rung.
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Jace's POV
"Dude you've got it bad" Meliorn muttered as they both stared at the front of classroom, not even bothering to listen to the current lecture in Biology. He cocked his head at the white haired guy.
"I don't have a clue what you're talking about" he strained out, knowing he was being far too obvious.
"Oh please" he chuckled. "You've not even mentioned another girl in the past few weeks expect how amazing Clary is and how talented she is. I don't whether to be happy for you or cry for you". Jace shook his head, pulling his fingers through the light curls in frustration.
"I don't know what to do" he admitted, slumping his shoulders. "It's unnatural for me. Hell I can't stop thinking about her. And not just dirty thoughts ever". Meliorn blew out some air.
"Damn" he muttered. "Your fucking whipped already"
"I am not whipped" he gritted out, clenching his hands around the table. Meliorn chuckled.
"Whatever dude. You're lucky. Many people want to claim that sweet sweet ass of hers. Me being one of them". His hands tightened a fraction more.
"I have not claimed her" he gritted out forcefully. Meliorn scoffed.
"I don't believe that for a second. She wants you dude. Like want wants you. I know what lust and desire look like, and she looks like she's about to pull your pants down in front of everyone and ride you like you're her own little pony". Jace blinked at the words, although he was most certainly offended at the word 'little', he couldn't help but think back to her eyes in the kitchen when he had touched her intimately. And that's when it clicked. Her blazing green eyes were full of desire. For him.
"She wants me" he breathed in wonder.
"Hell yeah man" Meliorn patted his back. "I would tap that before anyone else gets the chance".
"Man I don't…" Meliorn held up a hand to silence him.
"Everyone knows she inexperienced, but in my opinion there always the best. Hell I remember a girl that gave me her first blow job. Man alive did she have the perfect mouth. And her tongue. Good lord her tongue was perfect, especially when she…"
"Okay!" Jace cried, lifting both hands. "That my friend in enough on the sensitive case of your little dinky friend down there". He pointed towards the boys crouch. Meliorn gasped.
"Did you just call my rather large cock a 'little dinky friend'?" Jace looked back to the board chuckling.
"We all know Meliorn".
"Oh really?" the tone of his voice housed a challenge, but Jace didn't think twice about it.
"Mate I still remember when.." he turned still speaking when he came into view of a horrid sight.
"Jesus!" he exclaimed, looking rapidly away.
"What do you say about that" Meliorn grinned, still holding himself as he swung it around.
"Put away your slong would you!" he cringed, having the horrible mental image in his brain.
"Alright its packed firmly away". Jace turned to still find the boy grinning, however decent.
"I'm happy for you Jace. She's good for you. Though I do miss my wingman". Jace didn't mutter another word as he watched the board, the words and numbers passing his brain like a river. He was too lost in his thoughts of the red haired girl. She was everything he never knew he needed, but now he did and it was killing him. He was weak and useless, begging in the pouring rain like a homeless man without her by his side.
A sudden bang brought him out of his reverie. The whole class had become silent looking for the source. Even the teacher stopped frowning, staring at the wall. A couple moments after the silence he could hear shouting coming through the walls.
"This is the fifth time you've blown up my classroom and I will not allow you back in here. Get out of my sight".
"You know what Mr Winston" he heard her sweet voice shout bitterly. "I've wanted to tell you this for a very long time" there was a seconds silence. "Fuck you, you fat bald asshole" He tried to stifle a laugh as he knew exactly who the culprit was. He heard a door slam and a flash of red pass the door. Clary. She was one fiery girl. He remembered when the school had to be evacuated because Clary had made a lethal gas. He wasn't quite sure how she managed it, though she always had a way of surprising him. He picked up his phone and started to text.
You just can't help yourself can you – J
He's an actual dick! It's not my fault it exploded. Again – C
Your just lethal – J
Get your ass out of that classroom and drive me home. I'm waiting outside – C
What is my reward? Considering I'm about to be punished – J
What do you want? – C
A simple kiss on the lips ;) – J
Really? – C
Really – J
Fine. Now get out here I'm bored.
That was enough for Jace as he leapt out of his seat and started towards the door.
"Excuse me Mr Herondale where do you think you're going?"
"Sorry miss, but I've got a booty call to attend too". He turned to Jordan who was on the opposite side of the class and winked. Jordan's mouth twitched in a smirk. He turned further and saw Meliorn mouth 'Whipped' making him scowl, before turning back to the door. He opened the door to find her leaning against the wall next to him, her face in a scowl. He started walking towards the exit, his keys twirling around his finger. She quickly followed pace until they were in step towards the car park.
"What did you do to get out?"
"Oh I just walked out. I didn't really give a reason". He looked over to see her smirking.
"So when do I retrieve my prize?"
"Tonight" she smiled. He frowned, walking backwards to face her.
"Tonight? Clary I want instant payment"
"Oh come on Jace you know exactly what's going to happen. Where all going to get drunk and play truth or dare. Then oh my god" she slapped her hands on her cheeks in mocking way and put on a girly high pitch voice. "You and Jace kiss because everyone thinks you're fucking anyway and you're the only single people in here. God I'm so original". She returned to her own voice and shrugged. He presumed that voice was meant to be Isabelle's. "Il not refuse the dare. That seems fair to me". They had reached the car now, and he leaned against her door, not allowing her to get in.
"So you don't even want to kiss these fine lips twice?" She looked thoughtful for a moment before replying.
"Nope" she winked then walked around the car to the driver's seat. He followed her, about to ask her what she was doing before she crawled onto the front seat, fully bending over climbing to the other side. Jace found himself staring at her perfectly shaped bum, which was barely covered. He looked up slightly to see she was watching him with a smirk. He found that smirk so sexy on her innocent face it was untrue. He shook his head and got into the driver's seat.
"You're driving me crazy" he admitted.
"Good" she laughed, turning the radio on. Without warning Clary started to sing. Loudly. Her upper body moved in time with the beat as she swung her hair around, deafening him as she turned the music louder. He couldn't help but bite his lip watching her, trying to keep his eyes on the road. It was almost impossible.
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Finally he pulled up on the drive 15 minutes later. They both jumped out the car and into the house, Clary running and jumping onto the sofa in the lounge. She spread out all her limbs, smiling that beautiful smile of hers.
"Man I love your couch" Jace chuckled at the sight of her sprawled out. He contemplated jumping on her when he looked up and stopped dead. Maryse was standing there at the doorway leading to the kitchen, her eyes flicking between Jace and Clary in disappointment, her lips tightly pressed. She had her blond hair in a serious bun, and a sharp grey suit on with shiny black heels. She wasn't meant to be back for another week. He audibly gulped, looking at the intimidating women, who was about to have his bullsack. Clary's must have realised something was wrong because she sat up immediately and looked over to wear his eyes were frozen. Maryse just raised her eyebrows, her forehead now wrinkled. The silence was almost unbearable, to the point he was twitching uncontrollably.
"Who is this?" Her cold authoritative voice asked, shattering every shred of hope he had. Clary was probably going be running, far up hills away from his adoptive mother. He opened his mouth, but shut it immediately, knowing how pathetic his voice was going to come out.
"I'm Clarissa. Clarissa Fray" He heard a voice say back in a pleasant tone, making his mouth drop open in surprise. He stood looking in awe as the small girl stood with grace, confidence oozing off her as she held out her hand for Maryse to shake. "And you must be Maryse. Alec, Isabelle and Jace's mother. I've heard a lot of things about you. It's a pleasure". If possible if mouth dropped even more. He had never seen a professional Clary, but it kind of turned him on. He watched as Maryse's mouth tilted up, almost like she was pleased with the way Clary acted as she grasped Clary's hand and shook her hand.
"Fray? As in Jocelyn's daughter?" Clary's smile grew wider and her eyes sparkled. He was almost blinded by her beauty.
"The one and only" He heard Maryse chuckle, a very rare occasion.
"Is she still as crazy as she use to be?" Clary burst out laughing while nodding.
"She is, although her exact term is a self righteous hippie".
"Oh god she still says that?" Clary nodded biting her lip. "So I'm guessing you knew who I was before you met my children".
"I did. I have very incriminating photos around the house of you guys back in the day". Maryse's nose crinkled in distaste.
"I don't dare ask which".
"I think the words 1988 should do perfectly well". Jace watched in amazement as Maryse's face turned white as Clary's grin widened.
"So how did you guys meet? I never knew you knew each other". His mother quickly changed the subject, seemingly a little embarrassed. She looked at Jace expectantly but he was still frozen in shock at the scene unfolding in front of him. Again Clary came to the rescue.
"He's my best friend, well sort of. My best friend Simon ditched me because he's dating Izzy so I kinda stole Jace as hostage". Maryse's eyebrows raised higher with the words.
"Wait it was you" she suddenly breathed as Clary furrowed her eyebrows in confusement.
"I'm sorry you've lost me". Maryse beckoned the both of them with her fingers as she walked towards the foyer.
She stopped by a huge painting that Jace recognised as Maryse's favourite painting, though he had never really paid attention. In fact he was confused why they were standing next to it. However when he turned to Clary he saw her eyes spark up in recognition, as her hand lifted out, her fingers brushing against the fine paint strokes.
"Jocelyn painted this for me when I married Robert as a wedding present". Jace looked back up at it. Once what was just a piece of art became beautiful as the colours suddenly came to life. A French street by the look of it, shops standing beside. A couple of people walked down the street with umbrellas. A tree stood in the corner as lamp posts stood evenly down. Colours of autumn covered the canvas. Different shades or oranges, yellows and reds. The sky had swirls of different colours like purples, blues, greens and yellows that blotted canvas. Then he saw the little girl standing off to the side. Her bright red hair swinging in the wind as she tightened her dark green coat around herself. She looked like she didn't belong in the canvas as she stood out, yet at the same time she was swallowed by the canvas. It was Clary.
"She painted me" he heard Clary breath as she turned to look at her. Maryse smiled.
"I thought I recognised you when I saw you". Clary's fingers continued to sketch each outline.
Clary was clearly in awe. She was an amazing artist, just like her mother. You could see where she got her inspiration from.
"Do you like it?" Maryse asked quietly. Clary didn't move her eyes as she spoke.
"It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen". Jace smiled as he watched the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
Clary's POV
"She and my father are Lawyers so they travel quite often, but they take little Max with them and he schools in different countries regularly".
"You have a little brother?" she asked excitedly. She had always wanted siblings. She watched as Jace launched in stories about Max, his face lightening up at the thoughts. He clearly adored him as his eyes sparkled in that way when you talk about someone you love. As if on que a little boy with short brown hair and big blue eyes barrelled towards Jace.
"Jace" he shouted happily and ran into Jace's outstretched arms.
"Hey buddy". The two boys embraced for a couple seconds before breaking away, both wearing goofy grins.
"Jace I'm Spiderman" he cried in glee, pretending to shoot webs out of his wrist while shouting the sound effects. Jace just laughed as Max proceeded to jump on furniture pretending he was flying. However when he turned towards Clary's direction he stopped, only just noticing her. After a few seconds of examining her, he straightened his posture and held out a hand.
"I'm Peter Parker" he confidently voice. Clary couldn't help the small giggle that escaped. .
"Well Peter Parker, my names Clary Fray" she replied shaking his hand with a smile. He smiled then suddenly jumped on Jace's lap, probably winding him from the noise he made, as Max climbed up his body and started whispering in Jace's ear. The room was silent as Jace's eyes went straight to Clary's, a small smile pulled at his lips, listening to what Max was saying. She leaned forward a little trying to catch his muffled whispers.
"Clary's the prettiest girl I've ever seen. Do you think she would be my Mary Jane?"
"I don't know you'll have to ask her"
"I don't want to steal your girlfriend though Jace. She beautiful" Jace chuckled as Max leant back.
"She is isn't she" Jace murmured, smiling at her. She felt a slight blush claim her cheeks, making Jace's grin widen. Max climbed off Jace, scrambling across the sofa until he was back at Clary's side. He motioned her to lower herself to him, so she did so, letting him reach up until his lips were at her ears.
"Will you be my Mary-Jane?" He loudly whispered. She leant back and looked at his face smiling. He was the most adorable kid she had ever met. She wondered what it would have been like to have Jonathan around, would he have been her friend and played together like this? The thought broke her heart a little as she thought of refusing to see Jonathan.
"Peter Parker" she announced. "I would love to be your Mary-Jane" Max gave her a big grin and pressed a warm sloppy kiss to her cheek before running out the room, pretending to shoot more webs as he shouted over his shoulder.
"Until next time Mary-Jane". She giggled watching the little boy until he was out of sight. She turned to see Jace looking at her, still warmly smiling at her.
"Why do I get the feeling he's going to be a ladies' man like you?" she asked in amusement.
"Because he knows how to pull beautiful women" he simply stated, making her cheeks heat in embarrassment. Jace smirked, clearly knowing the affect he was having.
"So is everyone still coming over with your parents back?"
"Yeah, Maryse is leaving for China with Max in an hour, leaving us with an empty house" he grinned with a wink. She laughed shaking her head, trying to ignore the manic butterflies fluttering in her stomach. He shuffled over until he was pressed against her on the sofa, shoving an arm over her shoulder.
"Come on spitfire" He whispered against her ear. "Snuggle up to me". She did just that.
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Hey guys!
So it took me a little time to update again. Sorry about that! Please keep up with the reviews, and fav / following! Its awesome to see how many people are following the story.
SO not really much happening in this chapter, however its building up for the house gathering next chapter. Yes there will be truth and dare, so if anyone wants to see anything in that please do tell me and I'll put it in. Clary and Izzy faking together to make Jace jealous, then arguing. Plus we get to meet little Max. (He reminds me of my little cousin John, who is a huge Spiderman fan).
Unfortunately I do not own any of the characters :( But all ideas are mine! Thanks you guys
Amy xox
