More fun times ahead. Please take note of any changes in Clary's thinking patterns or behaviors and when they occur. She can be very frustrating as she is bi-polar, we know that, so many times she will contradict herself, but greater plan here also her thinking is very different depending on who she around, and espically when she is by herself. Also a little Jace POV here.

And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't wanna go home right now

Goo Goo Dolls – Iris

"Hey I'm going to run back over to my house and shower and change then I'll be right back." Jace said and Clary could tell by his voice he wasn't buying any of what Clary was trying to cover. At least he wasn't embarrassing her by pressing the subject.

"Sounds good." Clary said as she moved her leg off of him, trying desperately not to touch him as she did it. Clary closed her eyes and felt weight shift on the mattress and she knew he was getting out of bed. Clary tried to discreetly sneak a peek. He went over to his clothes that were piled up on her floor, her outfit from last night mixed into the heap. He grabbed his pants first and Clary watched as he struggled to get them on in spite of his...obstacle. Clary didn't want him to notice her looking.

Clary didn't open her eyes again until she heard her door shut and then she groaned out in frustration and curled herself into a little ball. What the hell was with that dream? She had woken up not even exhausted but ready to go for another round. She really wished she could remember the kiss they had shared and wondered if it was anywhere near to what she had just dreamed. Clary felt even more flustered now that he was gone. Why the hell did she have a sex dream about Jace?

She rationalized in her mind it was just her body revolting against not having sex on her Wednesday night as it had grown used to. She seriously needed to do something about that, but she didn't have Jonathan's number. Guess he didn't want her calling when he was with his girlfriend. She flipped through the numbers on her phone until she saw a name that made her stop. Jordan, he could help.

Her fingers flew across her phone as she sent out a quick text. She waited impatiently but it wasn't long until she got a response, one that made her grin.

Jace's short walk home seemed to take forever as he was about as uncomfortable as one could get. His jeans were strained to their breaking point. He was glad that no one was home when he burst through the door and headed straight upstairs, bypassing his room and heading straight for the bathroom. He peeled his clothes off and turned the shower on.

He had done his best to resist his red-headed vixen. Last night when she straddled his lap and kissed him was manageable. When she slowly took off her clothes for him and crawled into bed naked was difficult. This morning when she hadn't remembered their night Jace felt crushed, but when she curled up at his side he mentally licked his wounds.

Jace stepped into the warm shower, he wasn't bothering with cold this time, there was only one way to get rid of a problem this big. He was on edge and energized and could feel each drop of water as it ran down his body. Clary was going to be the death of him and she had no idea the things she did to him.

He braced himself with one arm against the tiled wall and his other hand firmly wrapped around himself. He thought back to what had happened just a few moments ago.

Jace had enjoyed Clary snuggling with him, she had fallen asleep quickly and he enjoyed getting to wrap his hands around her now not naked form. He was about to drift off when her whimpering began. He went to reassure her through the coming nightmare but was halted by her slight moan. He didn't dare to move a muscle, not believing what he thought was happening. Then Clary had done it again, a slight whimper but this noise was not created out of fear, it was pleasure. Jace wasn't sure what he should do but his body had ideas of its own. One's he wouldn't dare act on unless he was dreaming. He decided to wait it out, but she just kept moaning and then he felt her press up against his thigh. At first it had been a light pressure like she was just stirring a bit, but after the first it became more obvious she was looking for friction.

Jace bit his own lip to stifle a groan. Why did the world hate him so much? How many times would he have to refuse her before he caved? It was just barely bearable until he heard his name whispered from her lips. He felt her fingers ball up, her nails digging into his side. He couldn't just lie there anymore, but what could he do without scaring her? Maybe she would wake up on her own he had thought, but as she breathed heavier he knew instinctively that was a vain thought. His mental resolve was past the breaking point and he couldn't help himself but make the smallest of moves.

She was practically straddling one of his legs, grinding against it. When she pushed against him he lightly pushed back with his leg. The noise that came from her was high pitched and sexy as fuck. He growled and she moaned his name. He tensed again, thinking she might have woken up. But her eyes never opened and she seemed to seek out the added friction he had been providing. He had mentally cursed himself and then he pushed back against her as she ground into his leg. They played back and forth like this for a while and her breathing became more shallow and she continued to make little noises that were driving him crazy. He could tell she was getting close but he wondered if she would wake up before she came.

Jace was standing under the warm stream of water remembering all the little noises she had made while he moved one hand across his length. She wasn't exactly a loud person but her tones had gone higher and higher the tighter she was wound. His eyes were closed and he imagined that Clary had woken up just before she finished. Her eyes wide and dark with need. He imagined her grabbing him roughly bringing her lips to his as she pushed him onto his back and climbed up on top of him. She would grind on him but this time not against his leg as they would kiss like they had done last night on the chair. She would sit up and take her shirt off and then brace herself with her hands flat on his chest while she continued to move against him. He imagined all the noises he had heard her make, the way his name rolled off her tongue as she whimpered. He wanted to make her say his name over and over; he would never tire of the sound. He imagined her taking off all her clothes and then ridding him of his own.

His grip tightened as he hardened even more. It had all been so close to reality, he had heard her scream his name at the end as her body shook lightly. Her breathing was labored, her noises high-pitched and he imagined being inside her, feeling her convulse around him. He thought back again to the way she had said his name right at the end and he nearly lost his balance saying her's. He blinked a few times and his vision spotted. He had never felt anything quite like that before in his life, and that was only a fantasy, he wondered what it would actually feel like to be with her.

It took him until the water ran cold to regain his full senses. He dressed quickly and then head back out the door to go to Clary's house. He knew he had been in the shower for awhile and wondered what she would think. Should he tell her that he knew she was dreaming about him? What would that do to their plans to stay just friends now that he knew she thought of him like that?

He never had time to answer his own mental questions because as he approached her house he noticed there was a car in the driveway; Jonathan's.

It hadn't taken long before Jordan and Jonathan showed up at her house. She was still waiting for Jace to come back, but she wasn't sure if there was going to be one of those awkward moments or not so she was actually glad the other guys got there first. Clary was sitting in front of her computer working on a new playlist. Jonathan said hi and Clary watched his eyes go immediately to the red splotch on her neck. She smiled; he must have thought Jer caused it.

"So did you have anything fun planned red?" Jordan asked but before Clary could answer Jace walked in.

Clary looked away from Jace quickly. It was hard to look at him without thinking about her dream and the ways he had touched her, even if it wasn't real. Jordan and Jonathan were still waiting for a response, and Clary tried to piece together her scrambled mind to come up with an answer other than, "I just wanted to get Jonathan here for a quick fuck so I don't have anymore dreams of my best friend."

"I was just thinking we could all hang out not at goth night for once. You know, so we can have a conversation and actually hear each other's response." Clary said with a shrug, it was a lame excuse and she hoped they wouldn't just leave.

"Cool." Jordan said with real enthusiasm. He came and sat down on the couch near Clary's chair and started up a conversation.

Clary didn't tell him much about herself, or at least not much of the big stuff. She told him that she likes to draw and paint but she didn't have any of her art pieces here. Clary felt sort of dumb but Jordan kept asking questions, keeping the conversation going. Jonathan and Jace just sat and listened, Jace knew the answers to every question Jordan asked and Jonathan knew none of it.

Clary was mentally beginning to freak out, trying to think how to steer the conversation into something she could use to her advantage. She caught Jace's gaze quickly and she could tell he was internally laughing at her. Clary was about to give up this venture as a failure when Izzy walked through the door, done with her shift. Clary jumped up from the chair, so happy to see Izzy because if there was anyone in this world that could help Clary get Jonathan up to her room, it was Izzy.

Clary crossed the room and gave Izzy a hug. While she did she whispered "Help" in Izzy's ear. Clary pulled back enough to plead with Izzy with her eyes. Izzy smiled and patted Clary's hair.

"Hey guys. Let's go to the strip club." Izzy shouted and then took out her phone and sent a few texts.

Clary just stood there, her mouth agape, that was not exactly what Clary was thinking, but she shrugged and looked to Jace who shrugged back at her. "I guess we're going to the strip club." Clary said.

Clary had never been to a strip club before, even though this one wasn't very far from their house. It advertised as having 48 beautiful girls and 2 ugly ones. Clary had to stifle a laugh, she hoped that was really a joke but how awkward would it be to work there trying to figure out who the two ugly ones were. Clary was surprised in the parking lot as Jer pulled up. She gave him a questioning glace and he walked over to her.

"Hey there beautiful." He said as he wrapped her in a hug. "Izzy text me, round two of making blondie jealous, but after last night I was wondering if you switched horses. Nice hickey by the way." He whispered in her ear before pulling back to give her a kiss on the cheek.

Clary knew she was blushing and her hand went to the side of her neck. The gesture did not go unnoticed by Jonathan who turned and swiftly walked toward the club ahead of the rest. Clary stared up to the building. She wasn't sure exactly how this plan would pay to in her own favor, but she had learned just to trust Izzy, that most of the time she knew what she was doing, even when the idea sounded utterly ridiculous to her. But taking a bunch of boys to see women dance and take of their clothes, Clary failed to grasp how that would help her get one in particular to notice her.

"Coming?" Izzy shouted from the door, Clary had just been standing in the parking lot; Jace was still by her side.

Clary sighed and then started to walk again. She was going to do this, at least for the experience, but she still wasn't so convinced this wouldn't turn out to be a complete disaster.