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I blink slowly as I slowly come back to Earth, the feeling returning to my limbs. I smile slightly with my eyes still closed, a warm buzzing radiating through my body. I felt good, for the first time in a long time. Reaching out, I stretch out my limbs, but immediately wince when I register the dull ache.
Oh.
Last night. I stare up at the ceiling as images play through my mind; gasps and moans, the harsh whispers in French in my ear, my nails scratching across his sweaty skin-
And it wasn't my imagination running wild. Without even looking down at myself, I knew there was only a thin sheet draped over my bare body, and a dull ache that was pleasantly sore. I bite my lip as I look over at Jace, dead asleep next to me. His face was turned towards me, and the tiniest of smiles was on his face. Like me, only a sheet was covering his bottom half, and it took a lot of self will to not sneak a peak. I wanted to reach out, trace his jawline, kiss his soft lips, but he looked so peaceful. Totally relaxed, not an ounce of sarcasm or carefully guarded layers. He really was beautiful.
"Stop staring at me." His lips barely move, and I stop myself from jumping in surprise. His eyes open lazily and he grins sideways at me. I smile back innocently.
"Oops." I say, stretching out again. I groan lightly at the ache, wincing. Jace bites his lip and reaches out, dragging his thumb softly across my jaw.
"Hey." He whispers, sounding unsure. I quirk my lips at him.
"Hey," I echo, crinkling my nose. He grins and pushes back a strand of my hair. Biting my lip, I revel at the feel of his soft touch. "Last night feels like a dream." I half whisper, watching the steady movement of his chest. Jace smiles and lets his fingers trace my collarbone.
"A damn good one." He whispers back, mesmerized by the patterns he was drawing on my skin. I smile and leans forward, pressing a quick kiss on his cheek. I go to move away but he catches my arm. With a grin, he draws me in for a soft, sweet kiss. I sigh happily into his mouth, feeling as if my head wasn't in my body. We break apart and I settle back into the pillows, letting the warmth envelop me. This had to be heaven.
"Are you sore?" He whispers cautiously, unsure of himself. Ah, and there it is. I sigh as I register once more the ache between my legs. I roll my eyes, but smile back at him.
"Jace, I'm not a sixteen year old who just lost her virginity. I'll be fine." I reassure him with a lazy yawn. He rolls his eyes and groans, sitting up. The sheets fall to his waist, exposing his dark gold skin. I bite my lip as the memory of clinging to his back last night flash through my mind. Oh god, was this going to happen every time I looked at him? How was I supposed to function in public?
I zoom in on his shoulder blades, my jaw dropping. On each shoulder were four, small lines. My fingers curl subconsciously into my fists as I realize where they came from.
Jace turns at the sound of my small squeak. "What?"
"Um… you might want to check your back." I whisper, biting my lip. He cocks an eyebrow and tugs his underwear on before standing up and walking over to the dresser. He twists and widens his eyes at the lines on his back, examining them. I brace myself on the bed, ready to run in case he throws something at me, only to realize he was grinning like a maniac. Wait, what the Hell?
"You marked me." Jace states bluntly, still grinning like a kid in a candy store. What the hell was wrong with him?
"And you're happy about that?" I ask, slightly shocked. He shrugs and turns to face me, a lazy smirk on his face.
"I think it's hot." He says slyly, grinning that infuriatingly sexy grin. I groan and stuff my face in a pillow.
"I have serious doubts for your mental health." I mutter into the pillow. I hear his deep chuckle behind me as he moves around the room, collecting the clothing items that had been thrown around the room.
"Hm, you didn't think that last night Darling."
I threw a pillow at him. Not even a nice feather one. That son of a bitch got one of those hard, decorative pillows. But unfortunately, he also was fast.
He dodges the pillow and glares at me. I smile sweetly back and finally swing my legs over the bed, careful to keep the sheet over me. I grab my clothes off of the ground and draw them on quickly, wincing slightly at the ache. I forgot about this part, which usually sucked. I turn around to see Jace and ask who was going to shower first, only to see him staring at me, looking as if he'd seen a ghost.
"What is it?" I ask. He gulps, his face white. He sits down on the bed, a hand in his hair. I distinctly hear him mutter something under his breath.
"We… We forgot. Protection." He chokes out, eyes wide. I mutter under my breath and rack my brain. I was still on the pill right?
I breathe out a sigh of relief. "I'm on the pill, we'll be fine. You're tested right?" I ask. He slumps in relief and nods in affirmation. "Okay, good, I am too. We'll be fine." I breathe out, letting my shoulders drop. How could I have forgotten?
He stands up offers me a smile. "Thank god. I usually don't forget, but…"
"You seemed pretty distracted last night if you ask me." I say innocently. He glares at me, and I grin back.
Jace offers me the first shower, but not before trying his luck at a joint shower. He eventually stopped when I shut and locked the bathroom door in his face. I look myself over in the mirror as the water warms. Faint splotches are all over my throat and neck, thankfully nothing concealer couldn't cover. The darkest one was low enough that a top could cover. Two faint purple marks were on my narrow hipbones, from his fingers as he held me. I smile softly as the pictures run through my mind. It had been more than I thought it would have been, and so much better. I hadn't felt embarrassed about anything, which was probably the biggest shock.
Finally, I step into the shower and scrub myself clean, enjoying the hot water on my muscles. I still couldn't believe last night had actually happened. Never, in a hundred years, did I ever picture myself being intimate with Jace. And now, I couldn't wait for more. I bite my lip hard, trying to control myself. Now is not the time to plan for more.
I step out of the shower and let Jace use it as I changed into yoga pants and a tank top. No way was I leaving the apartment today, so no need to cover up. I grin to myself at the sight of the faint marks. God, he was turning me into some type of exhibitionist. Well, technically not, but I probably would never have even considered letting a guy leave a single mark on me before this. It felt good, refreshing not to be so boxed in by myself. Jace was good for me.
He's certainly good.
Okay, maybe a cold shower would have been better. I shake my head at myself and walk out into the kitchen to make myself breakfast. After a brief thought, I decide to make breakfast for both of us. Pancakes wouldn't hurt, would they?
Soon after the pancakes are on the griddle, I hear a low moan from behind me. I turn to see Jace in low riding sweatpants and no shirt. I gulp at the sight of his skin, small beads of moisture still running down his chest. A towel is looped behind his neck as he slowly scrubs at his hair, his eyes fixed on the pancakes.
"Breakfast too? You are the perfect woman." He says, and I swear I see a bit of drool leak out of his mouth. I roll my eyes and turn away.
"If that's all you require, I have a creepy neighbor who collects voodoo dolls and idolizes you. And her penne pasta is amazing; do you want me to hook it up?" I tease, flipping the pancakes onto a plate. I hear him chuckle and grab butter and syrup out of the fridge, heading to the table.
"Set it up." He jokes, passing me by. I smile to myself. I could definitely get used to this.
We sit at the dining table, eating our breakfast. Well, I was actually paused with a fork halfway to my mouth as I watched Jace devour all the food I put in front of him. He swallows his bite and raises an eyebrow. "Can I help you with something?"
I bite my lip. "Could you, I don't know, put on a shirt?" I ask quickly. He quirks an eyebrow and drops his fork, settling back in his chair. I feel my cheeks redden as more of his tan skin is exposed.
"Uncomfortable?" He asks innocently, throwing an arm behind the chair. I squirm in my seat. God, did he not know what he did to me?
"Not at all. I just don't know if it's sanitary to eat without proper clothing." I say quickly, staring down at my pancakes. I could feel his stare on me.
"I just took a shower, I'm squeaky clean." He says, and I could hear the laughter in his tone. I glare at him, my cheeks red. He just grins back and takes another bite, chewing slowly. I shift my weight and grab up my plate, heading to the kitchen before I do something I probably shouldn't.
Washing my dish, I hear Jace enter the kitchen. I feel him right behind me, his warm skin pressed against my back. His arms snake around my waist and slowly turn off the water. His hands slowly grip my waist and turn me gently; I look at him, biting my lip. He smiles softly and lowers his lips near to mine. "By the way, last night was even better than your pancakes." I roll my eyes, slowly letting go of the embarrassment.
I shrug and try to look bored. "Eh, I guess." I say. Jace's eyebrows shoot up as his fingers slowly start to massage my skin. Oh god, not this again. It's a struggle to keep up my mild expression.
"Oh really? Just eh?" He teases, running his nose along my jaw. I draw in a breath and hold it, attempting to cool myself down. Okay, this was not working out as well as I had thought it would be.
"Yeah. Nothing special, too memorable." I shrug again, gripping the countertop hard. He leans in and brushes his lips slowly over mine, smiling at my squirm.
"Hmm, really? You didn't seem to be thinking that last night. You know," he leans in to whisper huskily in my ear. "While you were holding on to me, your legs wrapped around me, moaning my name over and over…"
"Okay Okay, you win Jace." I gasp, trying to push him away. He just laughs and grips my hips harder.
"Asking for more, listening to you whimper…"
"Jace, for Gods sake…"
"Feeling your nails dig into my back…"
I whimper and squirm, images flying through my mind. "You're driving me crazy…" I groan. If I wasn't crazy already.
"chérie fou? Tout comme vous a dit que je faisais pour vous la nuit dernière? Eh bien bébé, ça me rendait encore plus fou que vous venez de regarder en lambeaux en dessous de moi, vos beaux yeux verts brumeux, mais toujours aussi beau, me faire devenir fou avec le désir de vous embrasser et de ne jamais te laisser partir mon lit. Vous êtes tellement convaincu la nuit dernière était incroyable, quand il ya tant de choses que je pourrais faire pour vous." He groans into my ear, his voice like silk.
It was too much. I throw my arms around him and drag his soft lips to mine, letting myself drown in the sensation of him. I felt his smile as he grabbed my legs and let me hook them around his waist. I didn't care about the fact I still felt sore, or tired, or that this probably wasn't a good idea. I just didn't care.
He wrenches his lips away from mine, long enough to look at me. "Vous etes se belle." He whispers, eyes roaming my face. I run my hands through his hair, breathing heavily.
"What does that mean?" I whisper. I couldn't take any more of this torture, without even knowing what he said to me. Maybe I should take classes.
"You're so beautiful." He says quietly, letting his hands run up and down my waist. I smile softly as kiss him once again, softly.
"And you're incredibly flirtatious, even in two languages." I say with a grin. He laughs lightly and sets me down on the counter. I swing my feet lazily as Jace grabs his towel off the counter where he left it and starts to walk off. I bite my lip at his rippling back muscles. "Hey Jace?" I call.
He turns around and raises an eyebrow. "Yeah?"
"You can go ahead and leave the shirt off."
He grins and flings the towel over his shoulder like one of those male models you saw in catalogs. Only much, much, more gorgeous. And mine. "I knew you didn't want me to put one on."
"Guilty."
~o.O.o~
The buzzer cuts through the apartment. I mute the TV and look over at the elevator, my heart nearly stopping. Was it him? But the bodyguard…
I sit for a moment more, and then slowly rise to my feet. I silently walk to the monitor and, after a deep breath, press the camera button. The screen shows an image of the huge bodyguard Jace had hired, with a very impatient looking Isabelle behind him. My shoulders drop and I sigh in relief.
" , there is an Isabelle Lightwood here to see you, she claims she's a friend of yours"
I smile to myself as Isabelle flips him off behind his back. "She's a friend, let her in please." He nods and steps aside as I open the elevator for her. With a final glare at the bodyguard, she steps in and arrives into the apartment. In comes an annoyed, but always fashionable, Isabelle.
"What the hell is he doing there? Did Jace hire a bodyguard?" She demands, dropping her purse. I smile faintly.
"Wonderful to see you too, Isabelle. And yes, Jace hired a bodyguard." She rolls her eyes and draws me in for a quick hug then walks over to the couch, seating herself.
"Are the fans getting that crazy after seeing you in the magazines?" She inquires, helping herself to the can of Pringles I had been inhaling. I sigh and sit back.
"No… there was somebody here. He tried to get me to let him into the apartment but I refused and called the cops. When they got here, they found this note left by somebody." I say, giving her the condensed version. She furrows her brow.
"Somebody is stalking you? What did the note say?"
"It was the right apartment, Clarissa Morgenstern." I recount. She pauses, a chip halfway to her mouth.
"Morgenstern? I thought your last name was Fray." She asks. I shrug and sink into the couch.
"It is, and I have no idea why that person thought any different. I've run several internet searches on the name, but nothing pops up." I say, feeling defeated.
"So, I'm guessing Jace blew it way out of proportion and now you're on house arrest?" Isabelle guesses.
"How did you know?" I sigh. She shrugs.
"I know Jace, and I know he goes above and beyond when protecting people who are close to him. When kids bullied Alec when he came out, they were all silenced by Jace's fist." She says.
"Well, that sounds like him." I sigh; Isabelle nods, then puts down the chips and turns towards me. Suddenly, she looked a little pink.
"By the way Clary, I came here because I need a little bit of help." She says slowly. I raise an eyebrow, my interest piqued.
"Go on." She bites her lip and crosses her long legs.
"Well…" You know your friend Simon?"
"Yes Isabelle, I know who my best friend of 20 years is."
She rolls her eyes. "Well… after we left the dinner, we exchanged numbers…"
I shoot off of the couch, eyes wide. "No way."
"And we went on a date last night."
This was too good. "No freaking way Isabelle." I almost shout. This was too good to be true. Simon with Isabelle? It's official. I'm planning their wedding right now.
She sighs and glares at me. "I know, and I really like him. Which is weird, because I haven't felt like this for guy this early on? God, that little nerd just worked himself into me with his cheesy star wars quote, hasn't he?" She groans, lying back on the couch. I grin to myself; this was awesome.
"How did it go? Tell me. Everything." I say, sitting down and leaning forward eagerly. She sighs and starts speaking, still staring up at the ceiling.
"Well, he was the perfect gentlemen, which was a shock. He even dressed up all nice. He took me to this charming little diner and ordered me this pink soup; it was actually pretty good. He actually listened to me, and responded back like he cared about my career. And then he took me home!"
I roll my eyes. "Sweetie, what's so surprising about him taking you home? Did you expect him to take you somewhere else?" She sighs and sits up, giving me an exasperated look.
"No, I mean that that's all he did! He didn't even try to have sex with me! Just a small kiss on the cheek, and he left! What the hell was that?" She asks, looking exasperated.
I sigh and give her a smile. "Isabelle, Simon isn't like anybody you've dated before. He actually cares about people he likes. And it's not a lack of interest." I reassure her. She nods, still looking unsure.
"Okay. He's just so… different. I mean, I've dated supermodels, lawyers, business owners, but none of them just acted like they actually wanted my time, not me. And… I'm not sure how to respond." She says quietly.
I smile softly and walk over to her, sitting next to her. I grab her two hands in my own and give her a reassuring look. "Respond how you feel like you should Isabelle. Don't push him away because you're afraid of having feelings. As long as I've known him, he's always been a true romantic. All he wants is a relationship, and he'll treat you better than your "supermodels." I tease, smiling at Isabelle's soft laugh. "You'll be fine Isabelle, just let yourself be happy with him okay?"
She bites her lip in hesitation. "Okay." She says. After a moment, I see a small grin on her face. "So, how has it been going with Jace so far?" she asks slyly. I blush slightly.
"It's fine, same old same old." I mutter. Isabelle snorts and scoots closer to me on the couch.
"Really? Because I don't think so." Her eyes drop to my neck, where I hadn't realized the faint marks from last night are on display. I squeak and yank my tank top up, grabbing a spare hoodie I had on the couch and yanking in on. Isabelle is laughing on the couch at my flustered face. "Caught you." She smirks. I roll my eyes and sit down again.
"Okay, so we got a little intense last night." I sigh, letting myself smile slightly.
"How intense?"
"Very." I say, letting myself warm up to girl talk with Izzy. I needed somebody to talk to about these things, didn't I?
She grins and bites her lip. "So did you…" I smile and nod. Her jaw drops. "Oh my god. Finally." She almost shouts. Smiling, I poke her shoulder.
"What do you mean finally?" I ask. She waves it away.
"Oh please, I could practically smell the tension between you two ever since I first saw you guys together." She teases. "So, was he any good? Or is he all just talk? I've been dying to know." She says lowly, her eyebrows arched. I hit her on the shoulder.
"Isabelle!" she just keeps staring. "Okay, fine; I'll satisfy your perverted mind." I take a breath and bite my lip, trying to hold back my own perverted mind. "He was amazing." I sigh in a rush of breath. Isabelle still catches it and grins.
"I knew it." She laughs. I smile back and straighten up.
"Okay, did you know he speaks French?" I demand. She furrows her brow at my question.
"Yeah, he picked it up when he shot a movie in Paris, why?"
"Because I think I let it slip when I was… a little drunk, that I think French guys are hot, so now he's been torturing me with French." I groan, stuffing my face in a pillow. I hear Isabelle's tinkling laugh, and I raise my face long enough to glare at her. She smiles innocently at me.
"Sweetie, does it really surprise you that Jace found a new way to get you all hot and bothered?" She sighs with a smile. I groan and pick my head up, strands of my hair falling into my face.
"No. But it's driving me crazy. I mean it's definitely working for him." I mutter. She sighs and grabs one of my hands.
"Sweetie, you're letting it drive you crazy because you're so afraid to give up an ounce of control over yourself. I know you well enough to know you're independent, and I think you're mostly worried about Jace being able to get a rise out of you even when you don't exactly want him to. You're scared sweetie, as scared as I am of Simon's nerd love. So instead of repeating your speech, can you just rewind and tell it to yourself again?" She asks, a soft smile playing on her lips. I grin tiredly back at her, feeling slightly better. I should definitely give Isabelle more credit.
"Okay, I will. Thank you Isabelle." I say softly. She shrugs.
"No problem sweetheart. Just please, you can let him flirt with you in French, but don't call him daddy like some girls call there boyfriends- it makes me want to gag." She makes a gagging noise to emphasize her disgust, but my mind was somewhere else. Dad…
I go cold all over as realization sets in. Those eyes. I knew it. Finally. That's where I had seen those black eyes, why he was so familiar. No, it couldn't be.
It was. I knew it was. I hold up a finger to Isabelle and slowly get up, my body surrounded in ice. I pick up my phone and dial Jace, holding it up to my ear. He picks up after a few rings and his voice comes buzzing through the line. "Hey, what's up?"
Closing my eyes, I whisper through the phone. "The man at the door. He was my father."
Dun. Dun. DUN.
So, I'm SO sorry this is UBER late, but it's been crazy for me right now. I've been dealing with a lot of stress and I recently had a little breakdown. I've been building back up my self esteem and mental health for the past week. I've actually been taking time to do some writing on the side, and that was actually gotten some major attention. One of my short stories actually won a county wide competition and is now going to state level! But my side writing has really helped me with myself, and I think at that point I need to worry about my mental state before anything else. And I hope you guys can understand that.
But I really hope you guys like it! The plot will go underway now, so I really hope you guys are excited for that. Kingdom of Lies' next chapters is on the way, I'm halfway done!
Love you all!
Translations:
chérie fou? Tout comme vous a dit que je faisais pour vous la nuit dernière? Eh bien bébé, ça me rendait encore plus fou que vous venez de regarder en lambeaux en dessous de moi, vos beaux yeux verts brumeux, mais toujours aussi beau, me faire devenir fou avec le désir de vous embrasser et de ne jamais te laisser partir mon lit. Vous êtes tellement convaincu la nuit dernière était incroyable, quand il ya tant de choses que je pourrais faire pour vous .- crazy darling? Just like you said i was doing to you last night? Well baby, it drove me even crazier watching you come apart at the seams underneath me, your beautiful green eyes hazy but still so beautiful, making me go mad with the desire to kiss you and never let you leave my bed. You're so convinced last night was amazing, when there are so many things I could do to you.
Note- I know that the French isn't very accurate, and some of my French speaking readers have been calling me out on that. But I use Google translate, so of course it isn't accurate. And while many people have made sweet offers to translate for me, at the messed up schedule I write on it is easier for me to use the internet. I'm so sorry if this upsets anybody, just ignore it for now please! I love you guys!
Also that's probably the longest things I'll ever put in French, I didn't mean for it to be too long haha.
Keep reading… *MUAH!*- Madeline