The next morning, Clary rolled onto her back feeling surprisingly well-rested. She stretched out all her limbs and yawned long and deeply.

"Good morning," she opened her eyes slowly and looked over at her brother, who was lying on his side watching her.

"Morning," she murmured, studying his pale features; she turned over and reached out to touch the bags under his eyes with her fingertip. "You look tired..."

"You look remarkably refreshed," he returned, his black eyes curious and just a tad wary as he pressed the palm of her hand to his cheek.

"I feel remarkably refreshed," she uttered in amazement, subconsciously moving her hand to run through her brothers ruffled ivory locks.

"You do?" Jonathan shifted closer, his hand warm on her hip beneath the covers.

"Yeah, its...weird," she laughed shortly, shaking her head and gazing at the white-blond with a peaceful expression.

"No dreams?" he asked with an inquisitive quirk of his eyebrow.

"Nope, I slept straight through," she answered easily, resting her hand on top of the one her brother had on her hip; his expression was a lot more troubled than she would have expected. "I'm pretty sure that's a good thing..."

"Too good." Jonathan replied, lapsing into thought and making the redhead feel uneasy.

"To be true?" she said doubtfully before a cheeky grin morphed her face. "Must have been your godly prowess last night," something almost like anger flickered in his eyes and she sobered, her forehead creasing.

"This is no laughing matter, Clarissa," he chided, removing his hand from her thigh where it had wandered.

"I know that," she replied defensively. "Better than you do." she added under her breath, disliking the absence of his warm palm on her skin, the searching of his long artistic fingers.

"Do you?" he persisted, an unhappy frown tainting his pretty features. "Because you have been brushing it under the carpet this entire time and I seem to be the only one taking it seriously." the redhead took a moment to digest the extent of his frustration as he sighed and closed his eyes; he looked exhausted and it worried her greatly- a lot more than she could begin to grasp. She leaned over and gave him a chaste kiss on the mouth, her hands cupping his face and her thumbs brushing along his angular cheekbones. Gradually he returned the pressure, his hand returning to her hip before sliding round to the small of her back to pull her flush against him.

"Lay off, okay?" she spoke softly against his lips; his eyes remained closed but the frown was gone. "I feel so much better so don't ruin it," his eyes opened at that, fathomless and narrowed.

"I ruin everything as it is, why stop now?" he retorted, disengaging from her and getting out of bed.

"Jonathan," she started, sitting up and clutching the covers at her waist. Her brother rummaged in the wardrobe, flinging the odd item of clothing out of his way before retrieving a pair of black, snug, cotton boxers and tugging them on. "I know you've been worried-"

"I'm still worried." he stated firmly, turning sideways to pin her with his gaze.

"Can you stop with the protective big brother act?" she said scathingly, annoyance beginning to spark in her veins. "It doesn't suit you." his eyes flashed at her acidic tone but she didn't care in the slightest.

"Because I wouldn't know how to be a brother if I tried?" it wasn't a question and Clary merely returned his hard gaze.

"No. You wouldn't." she answered anyway and it didn't seem to occur to her just how much she was enjoying pushing her brothers buttons. "Not with your favourite past-time being fu-"

"Don't." he warned in a dangerous tone, stalking back towards the bed like a slick pantha.

"Why not?" she asked, feigning ignorance.

"Because I said so." he hissed, blood high in his cheeks now and his eyes smouldering.

"And your word is final." Clary actually rolled her eyes and leaned back on her palms.

"Yes it is," he released a breath, some of the colour draining from his face and the redhead calmed a little. "Or it was..." she watched her brother gaze off into the middle distance for a moment and then she sighed, her annoyance dissipating.

"You didn't sleep at all last night, did you?" she said in a gentler voice, leaning forwards, towards him. He shook his head once and gave her a sidelong glance. "Come here," she said with a small smile, patting the empty space beside her that he'd abandoned. He hesitated briefly before giving in. Clary lay down on her side once more, propped on her elbow as her brother got back into bed, positioning himself on his back. She immediately started trailing kisses from his shoulder to his neck, which she nipped at playfully. He hummed in appreciation and she felt the vibration in his throat under her mouth, encouraging her to suck and bite more enthusiastically.

"Clary," he breathed, almost imploring. She lifted her head to look down at him, eyebrows raised. "Lets...not. For a change," it sounded as if there should have been a question mark at the end of the sentence but for all her brothers mastery of expression, he couldn't hide his full-blown pupils from her. She bit back a giggle and touched her lips to his, sucking his top lip into her mouth and dragging it through her teeth. He groaned and instantly claimed her mouth, his tongue swirling around hers and licking her roof. Her hands gripped his shoulders as one of his arms snaked around her waist and his free hand grabbed at her left thigh and drew her leg half across his lap. His erection was large and rigid, digging into her thigh from within the cotton underwear he'd put on. Clary shuddered as she felt her brothers finger invade her, pumping in and out as she continued to battle his tongue passionately for dominance.

"Shower," she whispered in his ear when they came up for air. He didn't respond, simply gathered her up in his arms and carried her bridal-style into the bathroom. He set her down on her feet in the bathtub and she went to turn on the shower and adjust the temperature, while he got out of his boxers and stepped into the bath behind her. She gasped as he hugged her back to him, his breath hot and quick in her left ear and the water pelting their skin luke warm. She turned her face up towards him, her hand cupping his neck and he brought his mouth down on hers, one of his hands sliding between her legs again. She moaned into the back of his throat as his fingers worked on her clitoris, heightening the heat escalating between her thighs.

His mouth moved to her shoulder, to her neck and then to her earlobe, which he licked and sucked at as the redhead sensed her nerve-ends crunching up in anticipation of orgasm; his fingers were slippery with the shower water and her natural juices, working mercilessly on her sweet spot. She leant her head back on his chest and moaned heartily as she was racked by the familiar tingles and waves rolling through her, her nails biting into her brothers forearms. She felt his lips at her temple, her mind slowly becoming increasingly aware of his hard-on, rock solid against the small of her back. His hands groped at her breasts, teasing her pert, sensitive nipples and then he was pressing her forwards, up against the cool, white, tiled wall and out from under the shower-head.

She braced her hands on the tiles, forcing down flashbacks of the last time he'd been behind her like this. His touch and force had been rough and callous and unrelenting then, but right now, his fingertips merely skimmed down her arms, sides, thighs, pulling her legs apart to make way for him. Clary bit her lip, a shiver going up her spine as she felt the head of his penis prodding at her hole. Jonathan's forehead was resting between her shoulder blades, his silky locks tickling her skin as his whole body curled around her.

The redhead moaned in ecstasy when her brother finally thrust up inside her, his chin moving to rest against her shoulder. His breathing was heavy in her ear and it made her shudder as he started rocking up into her firmly but slowly, his hands gripping her thighs to keep them spread so that she was on tiptoes, her legs struggling against gravity. Her fingers grasped futilely at the tiles as her body arched against him, her head going back so that she could feel a lock of his hair and his cheek against hers. Each of his thrusts filled her so fully that she could have sworn she could feel it in her stomach and as he picked up his pace, she started mewling, her palms clammy and straining against the wall before her.

She felt him nuzzle her jaw and cheek as he continued wringing noises from her mouth and she removed her left hand from the wall to fist in his ivory hair. She was pushed further up against the tiles as a result, her brothers hands vice-like on her thighs as his rhythm became choppier and choppier; every one of his groans went through her, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

With Jonathan at her back, Clary could have imagined it was anyone else doing this to her; she could have closed her eyes and pictured Jace in all his golden glory, clashing violently with her flushed, milky skin and roaring in her ear. It wasn't her brothers deep, velvet tones or his sharp cheekbone all but slicing along her own that prevented the illusion. She chose not to fantasise about the boy she still claimed to love; she openly welcomed the knowledge that it was Jonathan bucking up into her. Jace had never been careful with her- not like Simon had- but only her brother would have her up against a wall, making her half-delirious with pleasure while at the same time, making sure she knew he was there by pressing his warm cheek to hers, even darting his tongue out across the corner of her mouth. She loved how he took total possession of her body even more than she loved to pin him down and ride him to oblivion.

Jace was clean in comparison to her brother- too clean. She found herself craving her brothers dirty touch, his filthy tongue, his tainted blood fuelling his penis for the sole purpose of undoing her. He'd told her that sometimes we don't know we need something until its taken from us and in the same vein, sometimes we don't know we want something until we've tried it- had a taste- learned it-

Her eyes flew wide and she screamed out, barely conscious of the name her quivering lips formed. Jonathan seemed to stumble on her full name before reverting to 'sister', which sent a shiver through her, wanton surpassing guilt. After a few blissed-out moments of ragged panting, her brother withdrew from her and cradled her back to him with his arms fastened around her waist and his face buried in her neck. Not-quite-cold water was still pouring from the shower-head and Clary tilted her head back so that it streamed down her face, cooling her scorching cheeks.

"Penso che ti amo..."

"What does that mean?" the redhead asked tentatively, twisting round and looping her arms around his neck; she could feel his heart beating wildly in his chest. "Thanks for the mind-blowing sex?"

"...Something like that." he responded quietly, his eyes inscrutable and yet she thought she could sense vulnerability radiating from him.

"No, really. What did you say?" she inquired, brushing her fingertips along the feverish blotches highlighting his cheekbones as a result of their exertion.

"You know, I cant remember," she blanched at that- he looked almost sheepish. She thought about bullying it out of him, but eventually decided to let it drop. She didn't want to risk spoiling the moment.

"What language was it?" she asked instead, nibbling at his bottom lip. The white-blond reached around her to adjust the temperature of the water so that it was hot enough without scolding.

"Italian," he answered her finally, squeezing some of the citrus-y shower gel she'd gotten used to onto a sponge and spreading it over her shoulder and down her arm. She fell silent as her brother cleaned her body, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Clary watched his face as he thoroughly worked the sponge all over her body before stroking up between her thighs. Her breathing grew thin as his black eyes focused on hers and he rubbed her with the sudsy sponge in an equally soothing and maddeningly slow motion. Her cheeks were bright red at the look on his face but she ignored it and leaned up to ravage his neck.

Once she'd had her fill of her brothers groans, she took the sponge from his hand and put another dollop of shower gel on it before getting started on his torso. He closed his eyes and massaged between her thighs where she was still a little sore as she moved the sponge sensuously around his body. Her lidded gaze kept wandering downwards to the unmistakable erection her brother had regained, causing her mouth to go dry and bite back the moans his fingers were inducing.

When she eventually began to run the soapy sponge up and down his impressive length, he sucked in a breath and leaned forward, his free hand coming up to rest on her shoulder, while the other continued to pleasure her, inching back towards her clitoris. Her hand movement instinctively became firmer as she listened to her brothers breathing become laboured and she began eliciting little gasps herself. Relief flooded her when she climaxed for the third time, her eyes fluttering closed even as her wrist action sped up- she couldn't remember when she'd dropped the sponge and grasped her brothers dick with her fist. However, a second later, strings of cum were spurting from the head, coating Jonathan's stomach and the redheads hand.

She gradually washed it away as Jonathan leant his forehead on her shoulder, trembling mildly.

"You're insatiable," he murmured huskily into her ear, his arms locking around her shoulders.

"I'm insatiable?" she repeated incredulously, although it wasn't too far from the truth. She heard and felt him chuckle lowly and she smiled against his neck, sighing contentedly. "We'd better eat something after all that," her brother hummed in what she could only assume was agreement and she pulled back from his embrace.

"You eat, I'm going to catch up on my sleep," he said, moving to step out of the tub; she turned off the shower before letting him lift her out and towel-dry her. She did the same for him before they both retreated back into the bedroom. They kissed for a drawn-out minute and then Clary headed for the wardrobe while her brother got back into bed.

"We should really clean those sheets," she commented as she fished out some sapphire, satin underwear.

"Mhm," her brother responded, non-committal and the redhead rolled her eyes.

"I'll make you something," she said as she resignedly slid into a pair of black leather short-shorts.

"But you cant cook," he reminded her, sounding vaguely alarmed even with his voice muffled by the pillows. The redhead paused momentarily from pulling on her brothers green tank top, which had no hope in hell of properly covering up her bra and the little cleavage she had.

"Wait, so I have to wait for you to get up?" she asked slowly, feeling her stomach tighten against the hunger pangs.

"Use an energy rune," came his reply and she saw his shoulders rise and fall in a shrug.

"Are you kidding me?" Clary huffed out a sigh and put on her brothers green tank top. "Cant we have breakfast first before you sleep?" Jonathan groaned and rolled onto his back, scrubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. "Please?" she pouted before crawling on top of him and showering his face with kisses when he looked like he was going to refuse.

"Fine." he forced out with a begrudging scowl.

"You know, if you taught me how to cook we wouldn't have this problem," she pointed out, perching on his legs as he sat up.

"Whatever you say, Princess," he replied half-heartedly but he soon relaxed when the redhead pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "You are dangerous," he murmured and she couldn't help but laugh at his look of approval.

In the afternoon, Clary and her brother went out into the backyard to stretch out beneath the willow tree on the left-hand side of the house. After breakfast, Jonathan had only slept for an hour or two before re-emerging even more dishevelled and apparently famished. He'd left the house and returned with take-out jacket potatoes with minced beef sauce and cheese melted on top. He'd also bought a couple of sweet pastries, which they were enjoying now.

The redhead sat between her brothers legs, reclining on his chest while he sat with his back to the thick trunk of the willow tree. Clary lifted the last sugar-coated cinnamon bun over her shoulder for the white-blond to take a bite out of before munching on it greedily herself and licking the corners of her mouth. Jonathan's hands were placed on her knees, which were drawn up and his chin was tucked into her shoulder. The tuscany-coloured picnic blanket was coarse under Clary's bare feet but she paid it no mind, only sank deeper into her brothers hold. She placed her arms on his jeans-clad legs so that her hands were on his knees, mimicking his gesture. She watched his hands glide down her thighs and his fingers hooked in the hems of her shorts briefly before he splayed both his hands across her belly.

She turned her head up towards him to press her lips to his jaw as she covered his hands with hers. "What are you thinking about?" she whispered, studying the shrewd purse of his lips before closing her eyes.

"Possibilities and probabilities," he answered in a subdued voice, moving his hands from her stomach to rub her upper-arms. "How are you feeling?"

"Good," she murmured, a light smile brightening her features as she lifted a hand to brush the backs of her fingers against his silky hair. His arms wrapped around her and she felt his lips against the hollow beneath her ear. "Your skin is so smooth..." she breathed in awe as she stroked the side of his neck.

"You like it?" he responded gently as she took up running her hands along his forearms, feeling the faint dust of blond hair stand on end at her touch. "It feels even better against yours," he continued in a sultry whisper and she could tell he was smirking.

"It does," she agreed, fighting the naughty grin trying to break out across her face. Her brothers hands went back to her legs, running down her inner thighs.

"You know," he spoke after a pause. "There is an advantage to wearing dresses..."

"Easy access," she guessed his thoughts easily, almost surprising herself.

"Precisely."

"Then maybe you should wear them," the redhead dead-panned, trying to keep a straight face as her brother made a noise of disgust.

"Are you calling me easy, little Sister?" he purred once he'd regained his composure, nudging his nose along her jaw.

"Why, are you easy, big Brother?" she teased, turning sideways with her legs thrown over his, so that she could look up at him. His onyx gaze was predatory as he grabbed a handful of her bare thigh while his other hand was possessive on her hip.

"Only when it comes to you," he said in hushed tones, his eyes igniting with amusement. "I'm rather picky, I'm afraid," she shifted and braced her hands on his shoulders as she caught his lips with hers, lingering and savouring the taste of cinnamon.

"What should we do for the rest of the day?" she asked slightly breathless when they broke apart; Jonathan's heated expression sobered minutely.

"I need to go out for a bit,"

"We are out," she couldn't help quipping. Her brother gave her a droll look but he followed up with a soft smile.

"I've got something I need to do," he elaborated impassively. "And I'll do a shop as well,"

"Okay..." the redhead sighed in disappointment, not bothering to interrogate him. If he wasn't telling her something, then she'd take it as something she didn't need to know. And she had no choice but to believe he'd tell her anything she did need to know. "Will it take long?"

"Could vary," he admitted, tucking her wild curls behind her ears. "But I'm planning not to be gone for over two hours."

"Alright- its just 'cause it'll be getting late soon," she reasoned, as if she was scared he'd think she'd miss him. Not that she wouldn't necessarily miss him...It was okay to be concerned about his well-being- at least, after everything that had changed between them. But missing him was too different a reaction for her to handle when it came to Jonathan. She supposed she was being silly and that she'd probably told him before that she'd missed him. But somehow, actually saying it and Jonathan automatically knowing without her having to say a thing, seemed like two vastly separate things.

"I'll stay for another half an hour," her brother was saying now, giving her a kiss on the nose; she relaxed ever so slightly, attempting to shirk the tension by hiding her face in his chest and tuning into the calm circles he was kneading into her back with his palms.

That one line says 'I think I love you' in Italian according to Google translate; unfortunately I don't speak the language so hopefully thats correct! :)

Oh and this isnt fully proof-read so sorry for any mistakes :P