-Jonathan's New Pet-

One Saturday, Jonathan moved briskly along the street towards home, clutching his jacket protectively with one hand while the other carried a shopping bag, the plastic handles beginning to bite into his long fingers.

He stopped by his block of flats, awkwardly pulling the keys from the back pocket of his black jeans. A muffled mew sounded beneath his jacket and he paused to peer cautiously inside. His lips curved into a self-satisfied grin as the kitten gazed up at him with round, olive-green eyes. It curiously poked its head out of its warm cotton womb.

"Aren't you a gorgeous girl," Jonathan crooned faintly, fisting his keys and tickling the ginger tabby behind its ear with his index finger. It meowed gratefully, its eyes falling half-mast as a mildly high-pitched purr vibrated against Jonathans chest.

"Aw, she's adorable," The white haired man glanced up to see one of his neighbours standing beside him and smiling down at his new pet. "You just get her?" the woman's blue eyes flickered up to his shyly as she subconsciously twirled a lock of brown hair around her finger.

"Yes. On a whim, actually," he replied, smirking a little as he regarded the tabby. His neighbour blushed, smiling self-consciously as she looked away.

"I'm sure Clary will like her…" she said, seeming only slightly begrudging as she moved to open the door and gestured for him to go first. Jonathan went in, making for the splintered wooden stairs.

He turned back with a foot on the bottom step. "Oh and Fiona…if you see my- Clary, don't breathe a word,"

"It's a surprise, right?" she gave him a half-amused, half-envious look from where she hesitated outside her flat.

"Of course," he winked conspiratorially, causing her blush to deepen before he continued upstairs.

Clary trudged up the stairs to her and her brother's home an hour later. Her heart swelled with content as she slid her key in the lock. She was bone-tired from the days work, but she felt anticipation coarse through her body as she closed the front door and shrugged out of her pea-coat.

"I'm back!" she called, a smile already playing around her lips. "Don't get up or anything," she added, faux-sarcastically as she kicked off her boots and padded into the front room. Jonathan was sat on their red sofa, his black eyes on her expectantly. Her own eyes dropped to the stripy fur ball standing in his lap staring at her with its slit pupils. Clary slowly sank down next to him, automatically pecking him on the lips.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Jonathan said softly, stroking the kittens head as it braced its front paws on his torso.

"You bought a cat?" Clary clarified as if there were no evidence before her.

"Yes." Her brother answered, lifting his hand to entwine in her fiery red curls. "Well, kind of," she met his onyx gaze with raised eyebrows, resisting the constant, familiar impulse to kiss him whenever he looked at her like- well, whenever he looked at her.

"Are you saying you stole it?" she asked, eyeing the kitten as it meowed loudly, vying for Jonathan's attention.

He began absently rubbing his hand up and down its back, his eyes remaining on Clary. "No. This guy with whacky, spiky black hair in a sapphire and silver striped waistcoat walked up to me and said he'd sell her to me for a kiss,"

"A kiss…?" she repeated, bemused by both the statement and her brother's nonchalance.

"Don't worry; I insisted that if I felt his tongue anywhere near or inside my mouth, I'd cut it out," Jonathan reassured her in a pleasant tone that contrasted with the end of his sentence.

"Okay…"

"I gave him what he wanted, plucked her from his clutches and then left. Swiftly," Clary nodded non-committal, brushing her fingers along the smooth skin beneath the collar of his shirt.

"Where exactly did all this happen?"

"Oh, outside the Café Nero down the street," Jonathan replied, touching his forehead to hers briefly, impossibly dark eyes unfolding her insides as his palm came to rest on her thigh. Electricity shot through her veins where his fingers skimmed along the hem of her skirt, teasing her bare skin.

"I hope he didn't stalk you home…" she said in a serious voice but she couldn't help smiling as her cheeks flushed in response to her brother's touch.

"Why? Jealous?" he raised an eyebrow at her in challenge, although a triumphant smirk was fighting to quirk up the corners of his mouth.

'Immensely.' She murmured solemnly to his mind, pouting as she did.

'There, there,' he soothed, sliding his hand around to the nape of her neck, thumb brushing back and forth over her pulse point. She leaned in to nudge his nose with hers, fingers knotting into the thin material of his shirt. However, when he made to capture her lips with his, she pulled back, leaving an unhappy frown on his face.

'Wait, did you wash your mouth out when you got back?' she asked, watching as his face cleared and the amusement returned to his eyes.

'Three times; I kept finding bits of glitter on my tongue,' his voice in her head sounded so indignant that she laughed out loud, rolling her eyes to the heavens.

'Well, then…' was all she thought before his mouth enticed hers into a swirl of tongues. Her skin prickled as it always did, tingling with the sensation of the kiss. Jonathan was calm and relaxed for once, letting her lead, which equally pleased and disappointed her, causing her to miss his almost ever-present dominance.

There was a chorus of mewing then, startling Clary and breaking the moment. The redhead felt annoyance instantly rise as she watched the ginger tabby brush its head against Jonathans jaw and lick his cheek. Her brother chuckled, scratching it under the chin.

"I'll get dinner started then, shall I?" Clary sighed irritably, getting to her feet and walking into the kitchenette.

"Are you hungry~?" Jonathan cooed gently down at his new pet as it meowed again. He got up and followed his sister, the kitten practically bouncing around the heels of his feet. He took a packet of meaty cat food out of the shopping bag on the counter, tearing it open and retrieving a sachet. Clary was busy pouring Conchiglie pasta into a pot, a martyred expression on her face.

"Clarissa~" Jonathan called even though the tabby had been brushing up against the back of his legs the whole time he'd stood there; he placed the dish of cat food on a spare plastic bag on the floor as his sister spun around accusingly.

"You're not calling it that," she told him firmly.

"Why not? I'm quite fond of that name," he replied, feigning ignorance as he moved to place a hand on the counter either side of her, trapping her against his body. She squirmed a bit, crossing her arms but that only darkened his predatory gaze.

"So you're jealous of a cat now?" he only chuckled as Clary looked up at him with narrowed eyes.

"Don't be ridiculous," she responded incredulously, scowling at him. He stepped forward, pressing her tighter against him and the hard surface behind her so that she had no choice but to uncross her arms.

He leant his forehead on hers, catching her emerald eyes with his. 'I love you. Forgive me?'

'For what?'

'For making you feel second best-'

"I'm not jealous of that damn cat!" Clary forced out through clenched teeth, exasperated. Jonathan merely grinned a maddeningly smug grin that made her blood boil, although not with anger.

"If you say so…" Jonathan shrugged deliberately, ducking his head to suck at the curve of her neck. He felt her reluctantly relax into him, her arms looping around his neck.

'How could you possibly make it up to me…?' Jonathan lifted his head to look at her with one of his fine white eyebrows quirked.

'I thought you weren't jealous,' he retorted mockingly.

'Do you want sex or not?' she countered sweetly, looking superior even as her face heated up under the hungry, yet mischievous glint in his fathomless eyes. Jonathan resisted the urge to rebel and relented, cupping his sister's face and claiming her mouth with his own.

He distantly sensed Clary fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, but his mind was caught somewhere beneath her skirt as his hands stroked up the back of her thighs. As their embrace became more passionate and he felt his shirt come away from his shoulders and off his arms, he hitched the redhead up onto the counter, knocking over the open bag of pasta. He drew Clary's top up and over her head, her satin pink bra soon following as she locked her legs around his waist.

He trailed wet kisses from her collarbone to her left breast, where he sucked and lapped at her nipple until it was pert. Clary was failing to suppress moans as her fingers fastened non-too-gently in his ivory locks and her back arched.

'Not here,' she breathed inside his head as he hastily went to work on his belt-buckle. 'That cats staring at us…' Jonathan laughed at the absurd tone of her voice, glancing over his shoulder to see his ginger tabby sat watching them with its wide olive-green eyes.

'I don't know, I'd quite like an audience,' he commented, flashing his sister a sordid smirk. Clary smacked him on the chest half-heartedly, scooting down off the side and stepping around the kitten as if it might attack at any moment.

"Ignore her," Jonathan advised the kitten as if it could understand him, bending down to ruffle its silky fur. When he straightened up, his sister was standing with her hands on her hips, a green-eyed glare on her face; it would have looked sexy even if she hadn't been half-naked. He raised his hands in mock-surrender as he walked towards her. 'Patience is a virtue, my love,'

'Jonathan.'

'Erchomai…'

Entering the bedroom, Clary shut the door on the cat but not before sticking her tongue out childishly. Jonathan chuckled as he finished undoing his belt and took off his jeans. When he looked up, his sister was fully naked, her skirt and knickers discarded in a heap on the floor. His member was rock solid as she stepped towards him, resting her palms on his abdomen. He licked his lips, tilting her face up to him so that he could shower her face with hot kisses. She pulled his boxers down as she tugged at his neck with her teeth, feeling his strong arms wound around her.

He pulled her onto the bed on top of him, tucking her red curls behind her ears and kissing her fiercely and tenderly all at once. He tipped her onto their bed, shimmying his hips into the space between her thighs and reaching over to the bedside table for protection. Clary leaned up to bite playfully into his shoulder, rewarded by a growl deep in her brother's throat as he slipped the condom on. She was already panting with anticipation before he pushed inside her. He brought his mouth down on hers, licking into her as he started up a rhythm between her legs.

'Have I told you how much I love you today?' she spoke to his mind when his thrusts became faster and sharper. She was gasping and moaning against his lips, feeling the resonation of his guttural groans sink into the bones beneath her skin.

'No, but its always nice to hear…' he just about managed to answer, starting to rock into her more sporadically now; every inch of her was quivering and trembling, her spine arched to an almost painful extreme. 'Sometimes I think you only want me for my body-' he suddenly picked up speed, his blunt nails digging into her waist as if he were hanging on for dear life.

Clary cried out as her body was wracked with delicious convulsions; her brother, shuddering above her, gave three last disjointed thrusts, strands of his white hair sticking to his forehead. He collapsed on top of her as if with infinite relief and her arms encircled him, fingertips tracing old faded scars across the marble contours of his back.

'So…we're agreed you're getting rid of that cat?'

Its not much, not much description but I felt like writing some Clary/Seb.

How'd you guys like the CoB film? :)