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~* Chappie 21 *~

"You know what the answer will be," Clary announced towards Jace.

He shook his head sadly and leaned down to her. His hip was pressed gently against Clary's as their lips locked together. A hand hesitantly went up towards her hair and rested lightly there, as if Clary was precious porcelain. His lips moved against her's passionately and eager. But Clary knew Jace was aware of them out in the public, so that's as far as they went, nothing more than a animated make-out session underneath the dim light from the fireworks blooming above.

A cat call from behind them broke the daze. Jace stared at Clary, stupefied. When he whispered in her ear, it was all tongue and teeth. "Let's go to the trailer."

Part of her wanted to go back with Jace and fool around all night. Part of her knew better than to spend a night with the charming movie-star. "As long as we don't do anything...that we will regret later."

"Not making any promises," mumbled Jace.

Shoulder to shoulder, the two jogged back to the trailer, drunk with each other. Once the trailer door shut, Jace collapsed heavily onto the couch. Carefully, Clary stretched out her legs over his, and Jace draped his hands just above sprawled legs. Slowly, she felt Jace begin to unfasten the flats she had been wearing. The right one hit the ground and he instantly began working on Clary's left shoe. Once that one laid next to it's pair, Jace slid his hand steadily over her ankle, calf, lower thigh. His fingers left a trail of goose bumps prickling against Clary's skin.

She breathed it deeply.

His other hand ran up Clary's leg admiringly, taking in every bit of her leg. She didn't let go of the breath, she stayed tense and still under Jace's exploring palms. Then Clary found Jace face to face with her, gazing intensely into her eyes. Jace touched my shoulder; Clary touched his back. Then he rearranged himself to stretch forwards and meet her lips.

This time, Jace didn't start slow. His lips were parted against Clary's as soon as they made contact. He moved his hands from her thighs to her back and hip. But she kept her arms anchored on her sides to keep her balance. Suddenly, Clary's arms buckled under their combined weights and both of them tumbled backwards on to the floor. They never broke apart from their embrace, though. Jace kicked away the shoes from under his calf with a low growl.

Not pausing once, his arms crept farther up Clary's back and held her tighter. Soon, she broke apart, needing air. Clary rested her forehead against Jace's, both of them breathing deeply.

Whispering so slightly, even from the distance Jace was from Clary, he had to strain his ears. "I'm sorry if this isn't as good as anything else you've done."

Jace was the movie-star.

Jace was the one everyone knew.

Jace was the one who had probably slept with tons of girls.

His hands squeezed her cheeks slightly, and smiled a lopsided grin. Closing his eyes, he said clearly, "I don't want to leave."

And in Jace's trailer, they interlocked lips again and one article at a time, slid from their clothing. His hands adored Clary's body, and her mouth ventured through his. All the problems disappeared like that, and ultimately it was just us. Us. Us

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Clary's eyes opened, and didn't know where she was. And then, everything came back in a whir. But she still didn't understand. Clary's bare legs were sprawled on top of the comforter, and the lights from outside shone reflections through the cracks of the curtain. Then she noticed Jace's cleaned shaved chin resting on the side of one of Clary's breasts. She dared a glance downwards. Jace's golden skin was everywhere. His hips, his arms, his legs, one of his ankles was even crossed under Clary's thigh.

One of his slender hands were inattentively slung around Clary's shoulders, the other was curved in the space between her breasts.

She put two and two together and figured out why both of them were very, very naked.

They had stumbled in the trailer yesterday night after their 'date'. Intoxicated with each other. What had Clary been thinking? What was she even doing?

Carefully, she separated their attached bodies and located her clothing spread on the floor. The clock nearby said it was 4:00am. Her mother must have been worried about her. She never stayed out later then eleven at night.

"Hey," Jace suddenly said from behind her. He looked young and confused and tired. He pointed his fingers from the blanket in Clary's direction. Sleepily, he repeated, "Hey."

All of a sudden, she was petrified that he might say a name other than Clary. She knew in a bruising, truthful way that if he said another girl's name right now, it would break her heart.

"Clary," he began again, "what are you doing?"

She didn't know herself. On shaking legs, she tugged her clothing on.

"I have to go," Clary said. her voice sounded a lot more awake than his.

"No," Jace pleaded, "Stay."

"I can't, Jace, I'm sorry. My mom doesn't know where I am, some - I just have to go."

"Can't she wait on till morning? I bet she'll be ok. Come sleep."

"No, Jace, I can't," Clary said.

Now fully dressed, she crawled pack on the comforter on her hands and knees then touched their lips together. Jace tried to deepen it instantly, but Clary pulled away.

"I'll see you tomorrow," she said.

Even if Jace replied, Clary was already gone. She wanted to go back in the bed with Jace and fall asleep with him, but she knew it was the wrong thing to do.

By now, the walk back to her house was easy, even if she felt a little lonely. As usual, Clary only needed to push the door open. Light flowed in through a single dirty window. She pushed the door shut cautiously, not wanting to wake her mother up.

Clary lightly tread up the stairs, pausing every time the wood creaked. Finally, she made it up to the top and sagged on the couch in her room.

Clary didn't remember falling asleep, she just wanted to rest for a bit. But now, waking up sore on the musty, blue cotton she thought about the events of last night. Groans escaped her parted lips as Clary brought herself up to steady feet. She rubbed her knuckles against the back of her neck to take out the knots. She opened up her email and sent a quick message to Jace.

To: Pointy_Beak
From: TheC'Fray
Subject: sup'

Sorry about ditching last night. What's the next meal ... breakfast. See you at the trailer at ten.

The only reply Clary got was a smiley face. Her phone said it was 9:37am, she had 23 minutes - minus the amount of time it would take to get to Jace's trailer - to get ready. She swore to herself mentally for being so stupid.

In one motion, Clary striped off all her clothing and threw open her closet doors. She picked out a loose white blouse and a pair of denim shorts. It didn't take long to put them on, but her hair was another problem. If she were to actually try to comb it, it would take eternity. Instead, Clary grabbed a hair tie and made a messy ponytail-bun. She slipped on a pair of strappy sandals and bounded down to the front door.

When Clary arrived at the trailer, Jace was already waiting outside in dark blue jeans and a black dress shirt. He nodded his head towards her, "You look nicer."

Nicer? Did Clary not always look nice. "You too, I guess."

"Do I not always look ravishing? Tell that to all of my fans, I bet they would make a whole new internet account just for that."

Clary ignored his comment. "I know a nice diner downtown, how about that?"

"How about no," Jace lifted his hand to show a plastic bag. "Donuts."

"I got dressed up for nothing?"

"Come on, princess, you got dressed up for me."

"Oh shut it," Clary replied and dragged Jace into his residence.

The donuts were small and covered in a starchy substance, most likely sugar. Jace took out a pastry and stuffed it in his mouth. The powder dropped down on to his perfectly good - and black - dress shirt. "Delicious," he commented, "Try one yourself."

Reluctantly, Clary raised her own treat to her mouth. The dessert was sweet. Really sweet. She dropped the donut back into the container. "Ugh, it's really sweet."

"That's the glory of the donut, Clary, it's meant to be sweet. Don't you have any sense of the modern world?"

"Oh I definitely do. But you have some weird stuff going on."

Swallowing the remains of Jace's donut, he leaned in to Clary. Their lips locked like usual, and Jace paused it for one moment to say something.

"Girlfriend?"

This thing took me three days to write. But guess what? It's not even that long. Well I hope you guys enjoy it at least. Please check out my other story, it's a one shot and my writing test. AND I ONLY GOT A DANG MEETS FOR IT! Yeah, anyway...review if you enjoyed this chapter!

- That Piggles .3.