Last chapter was probably the first chapter in this entire story that I actually reread twice and fixed any errors. I wanted the moment to be perfect, I know what it's like to read a part so delicate and it being messed up by misspelled words and incorrect grammer. I don't know, I'm picky about moments and in wanting to capture them precisely. But damn, took me long enough to get it. I just got like 3 reviews in a row where people said that they didn't understand that when I say I update regularly, that I mean multiple chapters in day and that their in awe that I posted another chapter once they finish the last chapter. I want to get it done for readers, I hate waiting, so I try not to make others wait. I don't know, that's just what I do. Maybe I should chill and make you all wait in anticipation, but I can't. Even I'm too excited to see what I put down next. Rambling, jump in friends.
At first his lips were stiff against hers, caught off guard that she had closed the distance instead of him. They were both stiff and didn't move their mouths really, both bathing in the feeling of their hot lips against each other.
Then they relaxed.
Jace's fingers twisted in her hair, the curled locks twirling around like snakes again, as if her hair knew that's where the locks belonged. His mouth moved against hers first, lips over lips, heat on top of heat, and strength over delicacy. The image of Jace's biological parents came to mind when she had compared them to each other.
Jace's hand slipped out of Clary's and place his hand against her hip. Her now freed hand came to his stomach and grabbed his shirt, the cotton in her hand was soft and warm. Her other hand slipping to his hair. She was moving then, Jace pushing her backwards until she felt the wall press against her back softly. She gasped at the same time she leaned into the wall and his tongue slid across her bottom lip asking for entrance. She accepted, their hot wet tongues tasting together in a choreographed dance. His hand gripped her hip tighter as her shirt lifted enough that his fingers gripped her flesh. Both of them on instinct grabbing each others hair and pulling each other closer. Clary didn't think she could be any closer to him unless they were to cut each other open and become one, a demented thought, but she couldn't get close enough to him.
His body pushed into her, trapping her between the wall and his tall stature. Her hand at his belly sliding to his shoulder and pulling his body closer. He let go of her hip and lowered himself, mouth still synced to hers as he hoisted her up until she had her legs propped up to his hips, his body pushing into her more. Clary didn't think she could be pushed into the wall anymore, but Jace kept doing it. For a second she was afraid they would burst through the wall, but her thoughts were quickly distracted as his teeth pulled at her bottom lip, a sigh escaping her throat. Jace's hand was spread across her upper thigh, feeling large as he gripped her joggers, the heat she felt making the room actually feel cold for once.
Her sigh made him move, taking the hand that tangled in her hair keep her up as he pulled her from the wall. His hot wet lips still nipping at hers as he moved about his room.
She realized that she was falling, but Jace kept one hand now behind her knee and another around her, an open palm at her back to stop her from leaving his body. His bed now underneath them as he lifted her and moved her back so that they were near the top of the bed. Clary kissed him fervously and giggled as he pushed her up with him, a smile against her mouth as they laughed.
Finally in position, Jace's hips between her open legs as her ankles hooked around his waistband to keep him close to her. He grabbed her hair again but pulled so that their lips broke for the first time, her neck lengthening and her back arching as she relished in the tugging at her scalp. A moan slipped from the deepest part of her lungs as he kissed hungrily at her jaw and then her neck, sucking lightly just above her collar bone. Her hands tightened in his hair, her nails scratching at his scalp. Now he was the one with his chest vibrating as he moaned.
She pulled him back to his mouth, desperate hot kisses. She needed him like he was air and she basked knowing that he was treating her the same. His hand slipped under the hem of her sweater and gripped her waist, fingers digging into her flesh again. She tightened her legs around him keeping him closer.
Clary's breath was shakey as she pulled at his shirt, begging to feel his skin under her fingertips. He pulled away and grabbed at his shoulders, pulling the white cotton off. She swallowed as she saw the burning desperation that gleamed in his eyes, making his cheeks glow and his mouth red and swollen as he dipped back to her and kissed her. She felt like he had swallowed her whole form, her entire being needing Jace to never stop.
Jace's hips bucked into her as she moved one hand to his back, scratching long lines up his back. Her other hand scratching from his lower back around his waist to his ribs. He moaned louder and pressed into her. His hands were touching her, under her shirt by her ribs, over her butt and gripping her thighs, needing to feel every inch of her. It wasn't clear, but Clary thought she heard Jace whisper her name as she scratched over the scar that protruded from his skin on his hip bone.
Her shirt was lifted over her belly button and was only inching higher and higher as Jace savored the feeling of her skin in his hands. Softer than fresh powdered snow and hot like volcano lava. Clary looked down, her eyes seeming drunk as she pulled away from Jace and grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it off.
He gulped and swallowed her nearly bare upper body. Her skin pale like the ice outside, freckles scattered across her skin like the night sky. The curves of her body flawless as her gentle skin flattened over delicate bone. He wanted to stare at her forever. Wanted to revel in the way her bright hair looked like flames against his dark bed sheets, flat above her head from pulling her shirt off. Her eyes dreamy and her mouth red, cheeks and chest the same pink. Her waist where he had been gripping was bright red. She wore a pale blue bra and he didn't care if she had stopped him, the image that he sewed into his memory would make him the happiest man alive.
"Jace." Clary's soft voice snapped him back to their activity. He wasn't sure if where he was, was real. He looked at her face, her cheeks brighter and her expression nervous. Her throat bobbed from swallowing hard.
"You're absolutely stunning, Clarissa." He said. He knew she had only said his name, but he could tell that she was self conscious. She didn't need to be, she was perfect.
Her eyes widened as she looked him in the eyes.
She was so safe to him. He was never able to talk about his parents to anyone really. Not even Aline had had the comfort that Clary gave him. She was understanding and helped him feel accepted. He wasn't scared to open up to her, wasn't scared to show her even the darkest parts of him. He only was freightened that he would make her be afraid of him, and he never wanted that.
"God, you're beautiful." He whispered, his fingers stroked her jaw.
She looked down, "You're only saying that because I have my shirt off."
He smiled, "I mean, yes." She looked at him in disbelief, "But you're perfect no matter what you wear. You're perfect with your words and heart. You really are something, Clary."
She stared, her hand touching his cheekbone. He closed his eyes and leaned into her palm, her skin soft and hot against his face.
He felt her move as she kissed him, this time soft instead of the hungry kissing they had been doing.
She tasted his skin, felt his heat in every part of her skin and even through her clothes. Clary could have been wearing a garbage bag and it seemed that Jace would have looked at her the same way. No one had said the things he'd said to her, no one looked at her the way he did just now. Her heart expanded and her skin tingled. They kissed slowly, this time needing each other to be the glue that kept each other in one piece. The kiss to mend each other's broken parts. And as corny as Clary discovered it was, she knew that he wouldn't turn her away or lie to her.
He pulled away and looked at her, eyes still glowing.
"I'm not going to push you to do anything you aren't comfortable with, I want you to know that, Clary." He said, his voice low but unshaken.
She stared again, then kissed him hard. Her hands in his hair again as she kept him there. She felt his hands touch her stomach, her back, grip her arms and knead her hips.
She grabbed his hand and moved it slowly to the string of her pants, his body stiffening and his eyes snapping open.
She opened her eyes and looked at his alarmed face.
Clary smiled, "We're not having sex, but, god damn these pants are not my size." He laughed and pulled the string loose.
She lifted her hips and shimmied her legs, Jace helping her kick off the oversized pants that were tied too tight around her hips. He looked down, Clary blushing at the Victoria's Secret lingerie she was wearing thanks to Isabelle.
They didn't match her bra, but they were dark gray and full panties. Clary was thankful that she chose the last pair for full underwear before needing to wear the lacy and sheer thongs in the gift. Black rimmed the outter part of her panties, and they had a criss cross ribbon on the sides, exposing her skin. She looked at Jace who's eyes were nearly popping out of his head and his Adam's apple bounced as he swallowed. His cheeks burned as bright as her hair. She bit her lip and smiled as he whispered a swear under his uneven breath.
Clary was delighted that she had such an effect on someone like Jace.
Jace was delighted that she had such an effect on him.
The End
NO, I'M TOTALLY KIDDING PLEASE DON'T LEAVE. There's no way I'd just end it here, even I have too many questions still to end it there of all places. Plus, we're just getting started.
I kinda combinded POV's here, and I felt like it was kinda important that I did. It made their first real moment together actually synchronized ya know? Like jumping in and out of both of their thoughts but also being outside of their thoughts. The choas of their heated moment intertwining and the choas of their thoughts and jumping in and out of Clary's POV and Jace's POV and being the outside of both of them's POV. Do you know what I mean? I didn't really think about it until after I reread it, cause like I said, I like to make the big moments really tidy and make them perfect.
It's about midnight right now, so I may or may not update one more chapter today, but I don't know, I stay up really late. Just keep an eye out. When I say "I'll be starting the next chapter after I post it," I literally mean it. I actually start the next chapter right after I post the last one. So thankful for the reviews, I never ask for a certain amount before posting another chapter, I think it's silly to ask for it. The fact that it's gotten as much attention as it has is the reason why I post more than once a day. Thank you so much for the feedback and the views. You all rock. Gonna start the next chapter, keep an eye out if I do post tonight, maybe I'll go to bed at a reasonable time lmaoooo
