She woke up, warmer than usual. As Clary looked down with groggy eyes, she saw that she was more exposed than usual. She grabbed the white sheet that was at her waist, and pulled it to cover her exposed chest. There was a heavy weight in her stomach, and Clary didn't know why she felt so different, with her unhinged joints and sensitive skin. She could feel the blanket scratchily slide over each nerve, eliciting a response. Her back tickled, and she tried to brush her hair off of the skin, but the sensation still lingered. When her hands went to cup her stomach, hoping to rub away the heavy feeling, her touch revealed a hand to be resting on her abdomen.
Shock bounced through her head as she prayed she hadn't gone home with a stranger, that she was only dreaming. Then again, Jace wouldn't let her bring home a nameless man if he had any say, which he usually did. Clary became aware of someone breathing softly against her bare back, and shivered at the image of the dark-haired Meliorn laying in bed with her. Slowly did memories of last night trickle through her head. Clary could remember being held tightly by a man made faceless by liquor. She could remember him holding her softly, her encouraging more movement out of him as he kissed each sensitive part of her grief ridden body. When she kissed his face, his skin was salty tasting, but she still did it anyway. As tightly as she wanted him to hold her, he never gave up his caring touch as they, no, what they had done wasn't sex. It carried much more meaning when he coaxed her through each moan, and she brushing his golden locks? out of his eyes.
No...
Aware of the arm around her stomach, she turned, sliding against his muscular chest, and looked up to his resting, angelic face. Her bare torso pressed against his chest, and his eyes fluttered open, immediately looking down to her cautious stare. Her breath hitched, but he remained calm, sure of himself as he brought his hand to her face, smoothly outlining her jaw, her lips, her collar bones...
"Jace?" Clary whispered. He was jolted out of his actions and his eyes returned to her's, scared and confused they must have appeared to him. This was a mistake, she thought. Sleeping with someone who'd she would have to see every day for most of her career. Clary began to recoil from his touch, the bed sheets pulling against her waist.
"Don't." Jace started, grabbing at her wrists and gently pulling her back against him. Her cheeks flamed, and there was nothing else she could do but feel him soft, hard, against her small frame. His amber eyes sparkled down at her, and nothing she could have done would have prevented him from bringing her lips. Clary found herself actually smiling against his slight stubble, her hand snaking around his neck as if it were the most natural thing she could have done, and with him.
"What do I do?" Jace asked her, now straddling her bare hips. This made her laugh, as she had assumed that he'd know what to do.
"Well, usually, you take this…" Clary said, grabbing his hardened cock in her small hand. He gasped, thrusting in her grip with a few choice words to groan up at the ceiling. "And you put it here," She guided him to her sopping entrance that hadn't calmed down from last nights arousal. He rubbed against her, spreading her natural juices like lubrication for what was to come. Or who was to come.
"Then what?" He said with eyebrows pursed together in concentration. She couldn't help but moan when he slid across her sensitive spot.
"Oh god, just take over before I finish." She gasped, throwing her arms around her head. Jace kissed her neck with his warm lips that provided some comfort to her impending embarrassment. She was sure that she'd mess something up when being with someone so perfect.
"Are you sure? I don't want you to regret this." He asked with thinly concealed impatience. She wanted to yell at him to just take her, but seeing as how he was being respectful, raised her hips up to his throbbing member.
"Please," she gasped aloud. He hissed as the tip of his dick slid into her with one of the best noises she'd ever heard. She wanted to hear more of that, and soon. She raised her hips again, but he pushed them down when she took in more of him.
"If you don't stop, I won't be able to stop." Jace warned, still lifting her hips. Clary smiled up at him, not caring about how long they lasted, only that they were together often, very often.
With her hips still raised, he slid his twitching dick into her with a loud groan.
"God, you're so tight, only for me." He sighed, not fully in.
"Yes, oh by the Angel, only for you." Clary gasped, sliding her body up and allowing him to be fully absorbed in her slick pussy.
"Please, don't ever regret this," Jace groaned, pumping into her at a slow pace, making her feel every ridge, curve, and length of him that was unique in every amazing way. She was surprised that he hadn't released her hips, but glad as it only intensified what they were doing.
"Never!" She cried out, closing her eyes tightly to feel just how wonderful his movements were to her neglected womanhood.
"I don't want any guy at any club to hear those sounds, got it?" Jace growled, leaning down to her head to suck at her neck.
"Yes!" Clary screamed, her walls clenching around him in what she had believed would never happen for her, not after Sebastian.
"Oh, I can't…" He couldn't finish his sentence as he yelled what would have been a roar into her neck, his movements becoming stationary as he emptied himself into her. She was so exhausted that she couldn't move, leaving him to pull out of her with a hiss.
"And to think, we would have forgotten that," he said with a breathless yawn from being so worn out. Staying up late and waking up early was something she did not want to experience again, but if it meant the same end results, then so be it.
"I don't think I'll ever forget that." She said with a yawn of her own. Clary couldn't even gasp when he pulled her on top of him and had her rest their. She shrugged her shoulders, burying her head into his chest, smiling when he wrapped his arms around her.
Again, she awakened, though the sun was much brighter, more higher up in the sky. Patterns were being traced intricately on her back, and it brought those same feelings of want flush against her. The surface under her was warm, much too warm for her average mattress. When she felt his arms around her hips, she knew instantly who it was, and without fear, she lifted her head up to face him. He must've been awake before her, for his eyes were without bags as he looked at her exposed body. Her eyes were filled with uncertainty, not sure what their actions meant to him. She didn't even know what the meant to her either, but something told her that whatever had transpired couldn't be forgotten.
"What did we do?" She whispered to him, her breath licking up his marvelous pectorals. His patterns briefly stopped, listening to her for the first time since last night.
"I don't know..." He sighed against her scalp. Her chest throbbed, and she was again recoiling from him. And again, he pulled her back against him, but this time was different. Her emotions were raw, her eyes watery as she looked at him, scared that this meant nothing to him when she'd believed that it meant so much more when he caressed her tenderly the night before. "Clary, wait." He began, holding her trembling body to his.
"No, this is wrong." Clary saw hurt flash in the angel's eyes, but she had to shake the thought away. Guys like him didn't care about sex. "We work together, Jace." Clary shook her head as she sat up in bed, turning her exposed back to him.
"Do you honestly expect me to forget what happened? To forget just how good it felt having you under me, on top of me, beside me?" Jace asked in a hurt tone. It made Clary look back to him, his eyes showed so much more than he was saying, but their was still a certain layer of doubt covering her own eyes as she listened to him. "Look, I know that it's weird, sleeping," He hissed at the word that left his mouth. "Being with someone you work with, but if I can get past it, can you?" Jace pleaded with her, his golden orbs observing her expression. There was nothing she could do except jump at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and sighing heavily against the crook of his neck. He chuckled, holding her tightly, kissing her head.
"You do know we'll be going back to work soon, right? Last night basically confirmed that my legs work." Clary half laughed. Jace's arms skimmed up her back, stopping to lift her head to look at him.
"Yes, but I don't want anyone else finding out just how good they work." Jace said with a stern jaw. Clary slid her vision to the west wall of her bedroom, chewing her lip guiltily.
"Well-" And there was nothing else she could say, because in an aggravated groan, he pulled her lips back to his, where she hoped they would remain for the duration of the day, however much time remained.
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