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 on Friday! 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 :)

"You've got butter fingers, you know that, right?" Alec smirked as his younger brother dropped yet another wrench, making it clatter against the concrete ground.

"Fuck up," Max growled. There was a laugh from the other boys in the garage as they watched the exchange. It was a Wednesday afternoon, and things had been pretty busy all morning, but they had just started to slow down. There was music playing from the speakers in the corners of the room, Sebastian was smoking a joint just outside so he was away from all the gasoline and fumes, and everyone was feeling pretty loose. Alec was almost always giving Max a hard time, but he was always the first one to defend his little brother if anyone tried to say anything.

"Yo, Clary!" Jonathon shouted as he ducked his head down the short hall that her office came off. "Could you put the coffee maker on?"

"Put it on yourself!" Came a short reply that made Simon laugh.

"But you're closer!" Jonathon protested.

"But you're the one who wants fucking coffee!" Clary shouted back, clearly determined to stand her ground. Jonathon grumbled under his breath and stomped down the hallway. He came back a few minutes later, his fingers wrapped around one of the chipped cups they kept in the cupboard.

"Gotta love the smell of submission in the afternoon," Sebastian smirked at his friend.

"Oh yeah?" Jonathon snipped at him. "From what I hear, you're the one who submits when it comes to my sister." Sebastian narrowed his eyes as the rest of the garage hollered. He finished off his joint and dropped it on the ground, stubbing it out with the heel of his metal tipped boots and came back into the garage. The joking around all faded again as the boys settled around the cars they were working on. It was interrupted about twenty minutes later when Clary came into the garage, walking over to Simon and asking him about a parts order he had asked her to put through urgently. They spoke quietly, most of their conversation drowned out by the pounding music, Simon pointing at a few things on the piece of paper that Clary was holding. Sebastian couldn't help but look over at the red head.

He liked Clary.

Not as in liked her liked her. He didn't want to make her his old woman and make it all official shit. But he liked her. She wasn't like the other girls, probably because of the way that she had been brought up. She demanded respect and she had a quick tongue, and she was fucking good in bed. Or in the back of her car or in the shower. And his President didn't seem to mind too much that they were banging, as long as it wasn't something that was put on display, so they had kept it up.

But something had changed, and he didn't like it. The girls that he had been using in the mean time just weren't living up to what she was like, and he wanted her back.

And on days like this, where it was so hot it was sticky, and she was wearing a tiny shirt that showed off her midriff and a ripped pair of cut off shorts and slip on shoes, his cock got hard just thinking about the things she would let him do to the perfect ass of hers. When she finished with Simon, she walked back to her office, and he followed after her. She didn't know that he was following her until she sat down at her desk and saw him in the doorway.

"What do you want, Seb?" Clary sighed as she looked over at him. He gave her a slow smile as he stepped into her office and closed the distance between them, putting his hands down on her desk.

"I thought that maybe we could meet up after work," he began. "Head out for a few drinks, and then back to my place."

"No thanks," Clary brushed him off, looking back at her computer screen. The smile on his face faded slightly and he straightened up.

"Thought we were all good, Clare? Thought things were fine between us," he said to her.

"They are fine," she told him shortly. "That doesn't mean I'm going to fuck you."

"Why?" Sebastian grunted.

"Oh come on," she shot him a patronizing smile. "Let's not make a big deal and paint our nails about this." Sebastian's eyes narrowed at her, but she didn't look like she cared, turning away again. He stared at her for a long few seconds, but when she leaned forward and turned up the sound on her iPod dock, he knew that there was no way this conversation was going to continue. He spun around and stormed out of the office, his hands clenching at his side.

"Hey, Seb!" Simon called when he walked back into the garage. He was about to snap at him, but then he saw the reason that Simon was calling for him, nodding over to the silver BMW that was parked outside and the club slag that was hanging off it. She was wearing a black dress that really shouldn't be worn out in public, and she was gnawing down on her lower lip in a way that was probably meant to be sexy.

Right now, though, she would do.

"What's up with your car, sweetheart?" Sebastian asked as she approached him.

"Oh," she smiled up at him, batting her eyelashes and twirling a strand of hair around her finger. "It just needs an oil change. But I don't know how to do that."

"It'll only take a few minutes, no problem," he smiled at her. She leaned against the car as he popped open the hood and emptied out the oil that was currently in the engine. He deftly changed the oil and then wiped his hands off on a rag. "All done," he told her, crossing his arms over his chest, his biceps bulging. He didn't miss the way her eyes travelled over his torso, and flashed when she saw his patch on the left breast of his vest. She was just like any other girl out there, who's panties got soaked right through when they saw a brother.

"How much do I owe you?" She cooed, stepping closer to him, her breasts jiggling in the bra that had to be at least one size too small for her.

"A round out the back," Sebastian told her with a smirk, holding out his hand. She grinned at him, taking his hand and letting him lead her back into the garage. The boys barely flickered an eyelid as she went through—this was barely a rare occurrence. "Just down here," he said loudly as he passed Clary's office, and he saw her head turn to the side. The bathroom was right next to her office, and as he sunk into the girls wet cunt, he made sure she was loud. He banged her up against the wall, slamming into her over and over again. The thong she had been wearing was ripped on the ground, and Sebastian grinned, planning on leaving it there and hoping that it was Clary who found it. "Say my name, girl," he growled against her ear. "Say Sebastian. Say it..."

"Fuck!" She squealed out in a breathy tone that scratched at his eardrums, but he would take it, knowing that Clary could hear. "Seb—Sebastian! Sebastian!"


"Hey, girly!" Isabelle sung out as she waltzed into the room. Clary grinned up at her, and the winced as she heard another thud on the wall. There was a moan and a grunt and Isabelle cringed, her eyebrows raised. "That's not what I think it is, right?" She asked.

"It's as though I'm the one that works in the whore house," Clary muttered.

"Hey, hey," Isabelle waved her finger in the air. "It's an exotic dancing establishment." She kicked the door behind her, closing almost all the way except for a crack, walking over to the wall and smacking her palm against it a couple of times. "Hey! Keep your fucking down! We're not into the cheap porno noises!" There was a particularly hard loud groan and another smash on the wall and Clary just rolled her eyes. Isabelle snorted and came over to sit down on Clary's desk, letting out a long breath. The red head frowned and leaned back in her seat, folding her fingers together over her stomach.

"What's going on, Iz?" She asked. Isabelle took in a deep breath and ran her fingers through her thick, dark hair before exhaling through her nose.

"Me and Simon are thinking about moving," she finally said. Clary frowned and tilted her head to the side.

"Moving? As in, moving in together?" She clarified.

"No, as in...Moving moving," Isabelle replied. Clary's eyelids fluttered in surprise as she shifted in the computer seat. "Joining another charter, maybe a few towns over. A good couple of hours away at least, a half days drive." She swallowed hard and looked down at the ground. "Things are just feeling as though they're getting out of control here. I mean," she let out a short laugh and shrugged. "I mean, things are always crazy around here, but we were always family. It's been feeling less and less like that these past few months."

"What do you mean?" Clary asked, concern painted on her face.

"Alec's my brother—my real brother," Isabelle said and realization dawned on Clary, nodding as he spoke. "And I hate that he has to hide who he is."

"I get that," her friend answered. "And it sucks."

"Not all clubs ask for their men to keep that hidden," Isabelle continued. "And I want Alec to be with one of them. I want to be with one of them. And Simon just wants me happy."

"I understand, Iz, but..." Clary broke off and sighed.

"But—but what, Clary?" Isabelle raised her eyebrows.

"I really don't think leaving now would be a good idea," Clary said. Isabelle pursed her lips, but she clearly knew what Clary was talking about. Or at least what she was referring to. "There's changes going on here, and you never know. When it's all over, maybe things are going to be different for Alec."

"I don't ever see Valentine being okay with having a gay man high up in the club," Isabelle muttered.

"Well, it might not be Valentine in charge," Clary shot at her and Isabelle's eyebrows flew upward, toward her hairline. "Don't go spreading it around, but...Apparently that's what all the shit is about."

"A takeover?" Isabelle lowered her voice, even though the door was pretty much closed and the music was pounding in the garage.

"Yeah, a takeover," Clary confirmed. "At least, that's what mum said. I don't know the details, I don't know what I think, I don't know who's side I'm on—I just know that that's what is going on. Or at least, part of what's going on." Isabelle stared at her for a long moment before nodding slowly.

"I guess that's why Simon keeps saying that we should wait things out before going anywhere," she muttered.

"Probably," Clary nodded. Isabelle sighed and straightened up, smoothing out a few wrinkles in her dress. "I'll see you at home tonight?"

"Nah, I'm at Simon's," Isabelle said as she reached the door. "I'll see you tomorrow night though, okay? You want to come over for dinner at Alec's? Magnus is going to be there—you know Alec can't be separate from his boyfriend when he's back in town."

"Okay, babe, sounds good," Clary smiled as she opened the door the rest of the way and walked out the door. Clary watched the door even after she had disappeared and then went to turn back to her computer when there was a noise. Sebastian was standing in the doorway, watching her with steely eyes. Clary stared back at him, although her stomach was sinking, as she saw the way the corner of his mouth twitched before he left the doorway, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Shit," she hissed as she wondered how long he had been standing there.

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