Couple of things have happened since my last update. First thing is sad, one of my kitties died :( Not too sure how, appears as though he ate something poisonous in our neighbours yard. Me and my hubby and my second kitty are very upset. Second thing is happier, thank God; it's my birthday today! Yes, Friday the 13th. LOL. I'm getting old.

Also as a side note, I've posted a couple of pilot chapters for a few Clace stories that I'll be starting. They don't have a set updating schedule yet, but they will be expanded on and turned into full multi-chapter stories, so go check them out and let me know what you think :)

Jace looked as though he was at a loss for words. Clary was staring at him expectantly—furiously—waiting for him to tell her whatever it was that he wanted. The thing was, he really didn't have anything to say to her. She was this sparking little firecracker, her eyes flashing and the corners of her mouth turned down in the corners, looking as though she was ready to punch him in the nose if he didn't say something soon.

But, once again; he had nothing.

"Shit, man," Clary began, a smirk starting to spread over her pretty pink mouth as she tilted her head to the side and stared up at him. "Did you drag me out here because of some weird kind of jealousy thing that you have with your brother?" Jace's eyes widened as he realized that she knew the relationship between him and Sebastian and Clary let out a short laugh, which didn't sound at all authentic. "Oh, come on. This town is barely big enough to turn around in. All people do around here is gossip."

"I'm not jealous of my step-brother," Jace spat at her, narrowing his eyes as he glared down.

"Ooh, I love the way you have to correct me there," Clary scrunched up her nose, waving a finger tauntingly in front of his face. "You have such a problem with the idea of him being called your brother."

"I'm not jealous of him!" Jace repeated, his voice louder this time. Clary pursed her lips together pointedly but her eyes were still sparkling with fire. The music from inside the bar was loud, so loud they could hear it clearly from where they were in the back alley, and there were windows open all along the top of the building so that they could hear the laughing and talking from inside. It was dark, almost nine, and there was a bite in the wind and the smell of rain in the air. Jace was still staring down at Clary and he almost groaned out loud as he realized that he had absolutely no plan here. Usually, he was the first one with a plan, but he had just seen Sebastian pawing at Clary and all he could think about was getting her away from him. "He's a fucking asshole."

"And what the fuck do you care?" Clary mocked him. "Last time I checked, I was just some problem drunk that you wanted absolutely nothing to do with."

"You should stay away from him," Jace continued, acting as though she had never spoken. "He hurts girls and he doesn't give a shit."

"Aw, really?" Clary pouted up at him but it was clear that she didn't care about what he was saying. "Does he hurt their feelings? Does he not ring them after he sleeps with them?" She rolled her eyes and tipped her head back against the door. "Because I don't fucking care about that shit. And you sure as hell shouldn't care about that shit when it has nothing to do with you."

"Yeah, you're completely right," Jace finally shot back at her. "If you want to be fucked over by him, that's totally your choice."

"I'm so glad we agree on something!" Clary sung out, her voice still taunting and puckering her lips at him mockingly. "Or—oh, I have another theory!" She giggled and pushed herself off the wall so that she was only a few inches away from him. Out of stubbornness and sheer stupidity, Jace refused to step back, so Clary's breasts were pressing against his chest and she had her head tilted back so that she was looking straight at him. "Maybe it's not really your brother," she called him his brother again, liking the way Jace's eyes just burned a little hotter. "Maybe it's me," she tilted her head to the side, raising herself up on her toes so that her lips were only a breath away from his mouth. "Maybe you want a kiss." Jace stared down at her, his chest tight as his eyes lowered down to look at her mouth before he narrowed his eyes and took a step back from her.

"And you think it's hard to get a kiss from a girl like you?" He snorted derisively. "Shit, from what I can tell, you go around opening your legs to everyone. It's not hard to get a kiss—wouldn't be hard to get anything." Clary's eyes sparked and the smirk dropped off her face, just as the first few drops of rain began to fall, splashing down on the concrete ground around them.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that," her tone was harsh and Jace was surprised by the way her green eyes narrowed furiously. He must have really hit a nerve there. "You can't go running your mouth about shit like that when that girl I saw you with the other night isn't your girlfriend. Just some whore that you're banging when you feel like it."

"Oh, so you're checking up on me now?" Jace rolled his eyes. "And you say that I'm jealous?!"

"Well you're the one pulling me out of the club when I clearly had other things that I wanted to be doing! What else am I supposed to think?!" Clary snapped at him. The rain was starting to fall more steadily, splashing down against Clary's porcelain cheeks and darkening the colour of Jace's golden hair. "Shit, man—what is it with you?!" She didn't look drunk or teasing anymore, just plain pissed off.

And damn if that wasn't a turn on.

"I mean, you helped me out the first night we met; great. I thought you were some weirdo good Samaritan. But then you've acted as though I've done something to personally offend you every other time since. Which I can absolutely assure you, I haven't done, because we've never even held a proper fucking conversation!" She squinted up at him and Jace swallowed hard, surprised that she had seen him. "So what's this all about, huh, Jace? What the fuck is up your ass?"

Jace had no answer.

None at all.

And she was glaring up at him, blatantly not about to let him walk away from this.

She was all fire and spark, her thick red locks beginning to curl from the rain that was pattering down harder and harder. They were slightly sheltered by the overhang of the roof, but they were still getting wet, especially Jace. The water was soaking through the back of his shirt, and he really should be shivering at the cold as it seeped into his bones, but he didn't feel cold.

And he knew that it had everything to do with Clary.

"Oi!" Clary was getting in his face, snapping her fingers in front of him and raising his voice. "I said; what the fuck is up your—" he cut her off there.

With his mouth.

He slammed her backwards against the wooden door that lead back into the bar, his hips pinning her against the wall as his hands went to her face. There was a split second of resistance, but then her mouth was opening and he could feel the warmth of her against his own tongue. The kiss wasn't sweet and it wasn't romantic, it was hard and it was rough and she bit down on his tongue at least twice as it tasted the inside of her mouth. He returned just as good as she gave, his teeth capturing her lower lip and clamping down so hard that he tasted the bitter taste of blood inside his mouth.

That didn't deter her though, as her hands came up to tangle themselves in his shaggy, wet hair, pulling roughly at the strands as she lifted herself up on her toes so that he had greater access to her mouth and so that their hips aligned. It was just a simple kiss, but he could already feel himself getting hard as she swivelled her hips in a way that told him she knew exactly what she was doing. His hands cupped her face, fingers scratching lightly against at her cheeks as they sucked and licked at one anothers mouths.

He couldn't get enough of her; she tasted so fucking good, he couldn't even begin to describe it. Later that night, he was going to think back to this kiss and he was going to have no idea why it felt so good, but right now, all he could think about was how he could get more of her. His hands fell from her face, grabbing her hips and holding her harder against his body so that she could feel his arousal pressing into her. One of his hand shifted down the curve of her back, digging into her ass through the thin material of her skirt and she gasped, her mouth falling away from his for a split second, their noses bumping together before she met his lips again.

When they pulled away, they were both panting, their eyes widened as they regarded each other.

The rain was still falling, and they were both still glaring at each other, but now their lips were swollen and red.

Jace took a step back from her, looking her up and down and swallowing hard. Clary didn't say a word as she adjusted her skirt and tucked her hair behind her ears. After another moment, she opened the door to go back into the club, the music becoming a whole lot louder for a moment before she disappeared inside, and the door swung shut behind her.

Jace stared at the closed door, still breathing hard before he shook his head sharply and blinked a couple of times. He opened the door to go into the club, making sure to step slowly because he knew that Clary would not appreciate it if he caught up to her, but he almost tripped over something that was blocking the doorway.

A handbag.

Or more specifically, her handbag. She had it over her shoulder when he had dragged her out of the bar, and it must have fallen off—probably when they were kissing. It was open, and a couple of things had spilled out. Jace crouched down, his body sheltering it from the rain, and he shoved the wallet and lipstick back inside. He was about to shove the last thing back in, but as he did so, he turned it over, and realized that it wasn't just a scrap of paper, but a photo.

It was of Clary, Jocelyn and two other men, one who looked in his forties and one who looked maybe a few years older than Clary. They were all laughing with their arms around each other, and the man next to Clary, who he was assuming was her brother, had his arm wrapped around her neck and pulled in at her. She looked so happy, a grin on her face, her eyes all wide and sparkling.

The date on the bottom of the picture said it was only taken about eight months ago.

He wondered what had happened to the men in the picture, and the girl that looked so completely free, compared to the girl he was seeing now.

Instead of songs, this time I want to rave about a couple of things I've watched on Netflix. Obviously, there's Jessica Jones. Okay, I know, I know, I'm a total Marvel freak, but it's amazing! I've had a few friends who aren't into Marvel at all who watched and they were in love. The second is a documentary, Hot Girls Wanted. It's kinda...Sad and shit, but it's really good. About girls who get into amateur porn and don't really know what they're getting themselves into. And then Sense8. Ohmygod. Sense8. It is absolutely incredible. I wasn't into it at first, but I stuck with it, and we binged on the whole season in the weekend. It was unlike anything else I've watched, and I definitely recommend.

Oh shit! AND I SAW Captain America: CIVIL WAR LAST WEEKEND! Holy shit. Just as good as I had hoped. Couple of things I was a little iffy on but *sighs dreamily* it was very good. Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans and Jeremy Renner all in one movie makes me very happy :) So if anyone is a Marvel fan and wants to fangirl, don't hold back! Especially if you want to fangirl about Stucky or Sebastian Stan talking in Russian or Wanda, who I absolutely fell in love with in this movie.

But especially Sebastian talking in Russian, that was like a spiritual experience.

Let me know what you think, and I'll send out a preview for a review xx