ELECTRFYING, MADDENING, ADDICTING

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Jace

Clary danced like a goddess, like and angel. Her body moving tantalizingly, curving, twisting, teasing. She was dancing with some big oaf, a big oaf that I wanted to kill. Jealousy spiked through me; dark, ugly, satisfying. I kept my eyes on Clay as girls walked towards me, trying to gain my attention but failing every time. They bored me. Clary did not. I crushed the small shot-glass in my hand and made my way over to them, and as though she could sense me, Clary removed herself from the oaf she'd been dancing with and walked my way.

Clary

The music pulsated through me, almost forcing me to curve my body against this random stranger's body. He gripped my hips, keeping his eyes on me while I swayed and moved and let the seductive, dark beats and the alcohol in my veins dictate all of my moves. My dance partner was not built like a dancer, his limbs being too thick to be graceful and his muscles being too bulky to be at all weightless. That didn't make him a bad dancer, though. To my surprise, he was actually quite good at it, always keeping his body in time with the music. I knew I was drunk, I've always been able to tell when I'm drunk.

"You move well for such a small girl" The guy appraised huskily, eyes dark and hooded. He had short-cropped hair and dull blue eyes. He was attractive, but not my type. He lacked a certain…ethereal wrong-but-right quality that I'd only ever seen once. In Jace. I rolled my eyes at the guy's half compliment and decided to ditch him for the bar. "I'm going to get a drink" I smiled alluringly before disentangling myself from him. He shrugged and feigned nonchalance, but not before I caught the flash of regret in his eyes as I walked away from him. I smiled despite myself, I love drunk me. I'm so much more confident and fun when I'm drunk. I made my way through the crush of gyrating, nearly naked bodies towards the bar. I saw a flash of gold, and before I knew it, I was pinned against the club wall.

"What the f-" my voice was cut off by another, a voice that made me want more than anything I'd ever wanted before.

"Language, Angel" Jace chided, voice playful and husky.

I rolled my eyes, "Angel? Really, Jace, what kind of a nickname is that?" I asked

His eyes drank me in, his gaze wandering all over my body, and I could swear I could feel it.

"A very fitting one" he murmured. I looked at him closely, it was hard to make out his features because of the flashing lights and my level of intoxication wasn't helping either. His hair was wildly disheveled and his eyes dark and lustful. "You move like an Angel, Clary." I sucked in a breath as his hands travelled up my sides and then back down again to grab my ass and pull me flush against him. He smirked at me, his lips almost touching mine, he drew his face closer to mine, until they were touching, but only just. The feeling was ridiculous, we weren't even kissing, but I still felt that worming in my abdomen that only Jace could do to me. I could still feel the goose bumps erupt on my arms, I still felt the involuntary shiver. Jace's eyes flicked down to my lips and then back up to my eyes again "You have very pretty lips, Angel. You mind if I taste them?" he asked, his lips moving against mine, one of his hands moved up my back to cup the back of my neck. I literally felt my knees go weak. How long would Ii be able to resist him? How many excuses could I come up with? It didn't matter because Jace didn't need an answer. He knew. He pushed me lightly against the wall again before crushing his lips to mine with a force that only heightened my desire for him. I expected him to just kiss me, like those completely irrational kisses you see in movies where the girl ends up being in love with a psychotic maniac, the ones that looked painful and you scoffed at publicly but secretly wanted to try one day. He didn't. He took my bottom lip between his teeth and nibbled and sucked, hard. I found my hands tangling in his hair, the way I wanted to when I first met him. He ran his tongue against my upper lip and then his mouth was molding over mine over and over, the kiss growing deeper and more frenzied as he squeezed my ass, making me want to both kill him and tear his clothes off him. Like I said, I'm much more fun when I'm drunk. His kiss burned through me, electrifying, maddening, addicting. I wanted more; more and more and more. Jace's lips made a torturous trail down to the hollow of my throat to my décolletage then down to my cleavage, I loved the way his teeth nibbled lightly, the way his scruff scratched at my skin. "You don't know how long I've wanted to kiss you, Angel" he brought his face back up to mine. "Well, kissing isn't the only thing I've had on mind" he smirked, indicated that what he had on his mind was definitely not something you shared at church. My mind flicked back to the day after the night he had come home wasted, the day he'd told me that what he'd done was a "mistake". I shook my head and pulled away from him. Confusion flashed in his eyes. "What is it?" he asked, his usual air of confidence slipping away from him. I looked at him, and in that moment, I wanted to hurt him. "You were right, this is a mistake. It wasn't supposed to happen." I echoed his words coldly, hating myself for doing this, for being that girl, but also hating him for doing whatever he was doing to me. He pulled me back to him and brushed my ear with his lips. "You're lying, Angel. You're lying to us both. You know as well as I do that you want me. This isn't a mistake to you." I stepped out of his grasp again, the club was full of people, and sounds, but in this moment, the only two people in the world were Jace and I. "No," I said, "-but it is to you, right? A mistake." I turned away before he could notice the hurt in my face.

I ran away from Jace like the coward I am. Well, technically I walked, but you catch my drift. I found myself at the bar, searching in vain for Isabelle or Simon, whom I had just met about an hour or so ago. He was a total dork, loveable, but a dork. I'd also met Magnus and Alec, but they'd slipped away to get rid of some of the pent up sexual tension that was guaranteed to afflict you if you had a six year old daughter that snuck into your bedroom at night, which they did. Jace found me and pulled me outside by the arm. My body's reaction to his touch warring with the hatred towards him that was mounting in my mind. Once we were outside, in the dark, pungent city air, Jace turned to me; eyes wild and frustrated. "Why do you insist on staying away from me? You can't resist me for much longer, Angel, you know you'll give up sooner or later." His words were cool, but his demeanor was edgy and frantic.

"You sound so confident" I noted, still angry. My vision was blurring.

"That's because I am" Jace smirked. I sighed and pulled myself free of his grip before attempting to brave the streets of New York while intoxicated. I stumbled a little then my feet were in the air and I was in Jace's arms. He looked down at me and smirked, the moon behind his head making him look even more angelic than before, if that was even possible. "I'll win this, Angel. I always win" was all I heard before I drifted off into sleep.

Jace

The feeling of Clary's seductive mouth lingered on mine, making me burn with want. I placed Clary carefully onto my bed and tugged the comforter around her. I kissed the crown of her head and she stirred at the movement. She opened her luminous green eyes momentarily before closing them again, "Jace?" she said, it was barely a whisper. My cock tightened in my pants at the sound of my name on her lips. "I'm here" I worked hard to make my voice sound normal. She opened her eyes again to assess her surroundings, I was now as far from her as possible, leaning against the doorframe. "Are you going?" she asked, her forehead creased adorably and she leaned back on her elbows to get a good look at me. Her words were slurred, she was so drunk. A voice niggled at the back of my head, maybe that's why she kissed you back. I hate that voice. "Yeah, I'm going to sleep on the couch" I said. Her cute frown deepened and she looked like she was contemplating something. "Will you stay and sleep with me?" she asked "Well, if you're offering… I told you I'd win" I smirked, she put her head back sown on the pillow, "That's not what I meant and you know it"

I made my way over to the bed and her body curved into mine instinctively. "You can deny you want me" I said, lowly, my hands caressing her thighs. I pressed my nose to her neck and inhaled her glorious scent. "Damn woman, why do you smell so good?" I pretty much growled the question, completely serious. Clary shivered, not out of cold, and then laughed a short, sweet laugh. "Good night, Jace" she whispered. I leaned over her and kissed her eyelids. "Good night, Angel" I said, though I knew she was already sleeping.

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