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I'm Giving In
Jace had always been on the receiving end of things.
Women were the ones that always made the advancing move towards him. People all made special exceptions for him because of his good looks and the confidence that radiated from him.
At school he was an all-round bad boy, reigning as supreme ruler over the social hierarchy that existed within his school; girls were always lining up one after another at the school dances and neighborhood parties, always trying to grab his attention by buying the things he set his eyes on, or giving him free food and whatnot. Guys were always inviting him to the latest parties, offering him a free ride for him and his siblings, doing anything and everything to have the Almighty Herondale as their friend. He was the one that held the deciding power in his hands, the ruling judge whose choice made all the difference in the lives of others.
And yet here he was, waiting with bated breath for this one girl to say yes to him.
Looking back on his high school days, he had to hand it to all the girls who had the courage to come up to him. It was nerve-racking, waiting for the answer that could make or break you.
Clary had yet to answer him, staring up at him with a face that was comprised of surprise and shock. "Eh?"
"One dance, Fray," Jace repeated. "That's all I'm asking for."
Clary kept gazing at his hand skeptically, as if her mind was engaged in a conflict of interest."I don't know," she said softly, a light teasing note in her voice.
"Aw come on," Jace said with a crooked grin. Please stay. I've only just found you and I don't want to let you go. "Surely Cinderella can spend a few minutes on the dance floor before midnight rolls past."
Her eyes sparkled with mischief and a hint of a smile pulled at the corners of her plump lips. "Maybe Cinderella has a really urgent matter to attend to. And she wants to be on time before her carriage turns back into a pumpkin."
There we go, Jace thought triumphantly. Now we're getting somewhere. "This dashing rogue, rebellious prince promises not to keep Cinderella any longer than necessary. And he'll gladly give her a ride if the horses start squeaking by the time she gets out."
"Cheeky," Clary teased. She stilled had a hesitant look on her face, so Jace changed tactics and went for something a bit more neutral.
"Well, how about a drink instead?" Jace offered, pulling back his hand and spreading his arms. "My shout."
Green sparks flickered behind Clary's eyes and her smile softened, becoming more innocent and surreal. "Why are you so persistent and so eager to have me around, Herondale? Surely there are plenty more candidates vying for your attention."
While her expression was one thing, her voice was another matter entirely. Her confidence wasn't as strong as it usually was, and she didn't seem so vibrant. Jace didn't want to see her look so discouraged. He wanted, no – needed to make her feel better. He wasn't going to let her leave the jazz club tonight until she had a smile so bright that it defied the glory of the sun.
Feeling brave, he moved closer to the petite woman and grazed his fingers along her jaw, watching her eyes flutter helplessly. "I don't want those women, Fray," he said softly. Her cheeks flared up beneath his touch and he allowed a small chuckle to escape his lips before he removed his hand. "Besides, you look like you could use a pick me up."
Clary snorted and flicked him on the forehead. A sincere smile graced her face and she arched one eyebrow high over her eyes. "You asshat." She brought her arm up and tucked it in the crook of his elbow, looking up at him with a mischievous smile. "If we're going to have a drink, then I'm the one that's shouting, alright? And there will be no arguing or sneaking the wallet out of your pocket, comprende?"
"Si, Madame Fray. Anything for the beautiful lady."
After a few drinks, the pair were more visibly relaxed, indulging in each other's company. The tension had gone from Clary's shoulders, and she laughed as she listened to Jace regale her with tales from his youth. Neither of them chose to drink any of the alcoholic beverages, which was a plus since Clary had no intention of going near the 'devil juice', settling for chilled bottles of ginger beer.
"In all honesty," Clary said as she gestured for another bottle, "I don't think I was ever that much of a trouble in my household. Sure I knocked a few things over, but what kid…in their right mind… would go ahead and start drawing mustaches all over the photo's in their house?"
"Hey, it was a dare, and I had to fulfill it," Jace defended, taking another swig from the bottle. "I'm a man with integrity, and I like to keep my end of the bargain."
"I think by integrity, you mean pride," Clary teased, digging her elbow in his side.
Jace smiled warmly, turning his eyes to the shelves filled with bottles. They were all enchanting in a certain way, organized via color coordination along the wall like a frozen rainbow.
He turned to face the charming redhead and braced one hand against the bar. "So, what was your high school like? A rerun of Mean Girls or The DUFF?"
"Contrary to what social media would have you believe, we didn't exactly have a social pyramid in our school," Clary stated. "The place was kinda like my second family."
"Please tell me you're joking," Jace spoke bluntly. "No school's like that."
"Well mine was," Clary responded with a cheeky grin. "Mt. Albert is a public school, and it had a terrible reputation at that for being too 'laid-back' and 'full of hoodlums. Freshman year was all right, because the seniors' were actually nice and didn't treat us all like turds – not to mention they had a lot of family in my year so they had to be nice. Sure the resources weren't that great, but it was still pretty awesome. The teachers weren't exactly your typical monsters' there – they actually treated us like adults and gossiped about everything just like the rest of us."
The redhead sighed nostalgically as she reminisced on days gone by. "The one thing I loved about that place was my cohort. Everyone had their little clicks like the geeks and drama students and sporty dudes, but we all got along so well with each other. Someone who was classified as a nerd could casually hang out with their circle of friends one day, jump cruise ships, hang with the jocks, and it would be as if they'd been best friends for the whole of their lives. We all stuck up for one another and celebrated everything together. If someone's birthday was coming up, we'd get together in the common room, blow up the speakers, and have shared lunch and everything, regardless of who it was."
Jace couldn't fathom the redhead's words. Her school sounded like something you'd find in a myth or legend. It was leaned into towards the redhead, brushing that same curl she blowing before off her face. "That sounds like a miracle school."
The music behind them slowed to a stop and they turned around to face the stage. The lead vocalist – Kirk, surveyed the crowd and shot out a smile to all their screaming fans on the floor.
"Ladies and gentlemen, beauties of all ages," Kirk swooned. "We are Changeling and we are ever so grateful to have you guys out here to see us tonight." The room thundered with laughter and praise for the boys on stage, and Kirk ruffled his hair at the amount of support they were receiving. "We have a surprise for you guys tonight. Our Rift God, Simon Lewis, has little secret talent of his and we decided, after many hours of him begging and pleading with us—"
"Lies!" a voice called from offstage. "You guys blackmailed me into doing this—"
"Can you not!" Kirk barked to the voice offstage. The entire room roared with laughter at the slight argument occurring onstage. Kirk straightened out his shirt and continued to fix the crowd with a winning smile. "As I was saying, after many hours of him begging us, we've decided to let our baby boy give you a show of his own. Please welcome the Rift God and soon-to-be Vocal Seducer, Simone!"
Women started to cheer, as Clary's flat-mate strode across the stage, red-faced and ready to throttle the lead vocalist. Jace could hear Isabelle's voice cut right through the crowd as she cheered the young man on. Kirk chucked the microphone into his hands and quickly dashed to the back of the group, holding both thumbs up and sticking his tongue out at the brunette.
"Hey pretty thang – wanna shake it on the floor?"
Jace's attention was diverted as a strawberry blonde punk sidled his way up to Clary. Any respect that he may have had for this man was flung out the window as he eyed the lecherous look on the guy, black beetle eyes leering at the redhead by his side. Is he blind or just a complete obnoxious idiot? Jace cursed mentally.
Before he could make an outburst, Clary reached her hand out and clasped Jace's palm in hers, leaning against his shoulder as she smiled kindly at the guy. "Sorry, but I'm already taken for the night."
The guy looked dubiously at Jace, his eyes shifting in suspicion. To sweeten the lie, Jace propped his chin on top of Clary's head, swinging his other arm around her waist. He smiled darkly once the guy realized his luck was run dry and went away with a pissed off look on his face.
"You'd think the guy would've worked a bit more energy into his pick-up line." Jace felt the vibrations move throughout her body as she spoke, and tightened his arm around her waist. Her hair had that same deliciously addictive scent of strawberries and raspberries, a scent that he'd come to identify as Clary. "Can't blame him for trying. After all, who wouldn't want to go after a beautiful woman such as yourself?"
"Shut up Herondale," Clary moaned. Despite her outburst, Jace could hear a hint of a smile in her voice and he smirked triumphantly.
"For the record, those guys—" Simon gestured behind him on the stage, "were harassing me day and night for a long time now to get in front of the microphone." Chuckles spread through the crowd and the Lewis guy tilted his hat on his head as he stuck the microphone back into the stand. His glasses were off, probably placed somewhere backstage. He let his gaze linger on the crowd, losing that nervous energy and smirking away like a player on the hunt. Jace could see that there was a difference in this Simon; without the glasses., he radiated confidence and seemed to put even the most secure man on edge as he watched the crowd with hungry eyes. "Let's get this on the road, shall we?"
Kirk emerged with an acoustic guitar in his hands and began to strum an insane song while the rest of the band played their corresponding parts.
"Will Lewis's voice hurt my eardrums?" Jace mocked teasingly.
Clary pinched Jace's bicep. "No. But it'll certainly send the crowd into a frenzy."
Girl, just let your hair down
Let's paint the whole town
Life is our playground
But I'm not a kid no more
So I must open doors and make you feel like the lad you are
My momma raised me to be classy, not flashy
I'm happy to please you
Though I can tell that's not what you're use to
Damn, Jace thought. Izzy will be swooning like hell. No wonder she's obsessed with these guys. He had to admit that the band-geek had talent; there was no denying that. While the lead vocalist had that deep rasp that many females coveted in a man, Simon's voice was much more relaxing and calming, but still brimming with enough vitality to send the girls going crazy.
Jace stood up and pulled the redhead up with him. The redhead barely had time to throw the money on the counter for the bartender as Jace pulled her along with him, making sure their fingers were locked together. There was no way he was going to let this girl leave his side tonight.
Once they made their way onto the floor, he swung her about and draped her arms around the back of his neck. The redhead was flushed with energy as she looked up at the blonde policeman.
"Since you paid, you owe me a dance," he explained, wrapping his arms around her waist.
She tilted her head, her greens eyes sparked up with mischief. "I better make this dance worth your while, huh?"
And they say, Chivalry is dead
(Dead, dead, dead)
Girl let a real man pick up the slack
And treat you with respect, yeah
And you don't have to love me
Love me, love me
You don't have to love me
Love me, love me
Just cos' I'm a gentleman don't mean
I ain't taking you to bed
"Well, look at that."
Clary's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What?"
Jace looked her up and down with a crooked grin on his face. "I distinctly remember a certain redhead saying she couldn't dance."
Clary hooked her left calf leg around the back of his left leg and leaned back, swinging her arm around his neck and pulling him down with her. They stopped halfway down, with Clary smirking cheekily up at him. Her eyes… goddamn those eyes…
Clary brought her freehand up and rested on it on Jace's neck, feeling his pulse beat ten times faster beneath her touch. "Dancing in nightclubs? Can't even put one foot in front of the other. But jazz clubs and ballrooms though... that's something else entirely. Play the right music and you'll have me moving in no time."
The blonde looked down at the girl before him, stunned by the confidence that brimmed from beneath her skin. He was starting to learn a lot of little things that made up this mysterious enigma named Clarissa Fray.
"Well, when you put it that way…" Jace slid the freehand that was left out and brought it in, swinging her around back on her feet and bringing her leg up on his waist. An insane grin formed across his face as he heard little redhead gasp. "I guess I need to up my game a bit."
Ahhh, baby let me buy your meals
I see you're head over heels
I feel like you deserve it
There's no pressure
We can do whatever makes you feel comfortable, yeah
I could float your boat
If you're cold take my coat
I'll sing a music note from a song that I just wrote
Girl just take me hand
And let be your man
Though that's not what you're use to
And they say chivalry is dead
(Dead, dead, dead)
Girl let a real man pick up the slack
And treat you with respect, yeah
And you don't have to love me
Love me, love me
You don't have to love me
Love me, love me
Just cos I'm a gentleman don't mean
I ain't taking you to bed
The crowd went wild, wasting away into a state of euphoria. The floor suddenly became sparse as the amateur dancers gave way to those with far more talent in their blood. The circle started getting bigger and wider, with men swinging their partners wildly on their feet, the girls twisting and turning on the dance floor.
Jace couldn't keep his eyes off the girl in his arms. He held his arm up as she spun beneath them, smirking away every time he brought his hand down to her waist and lifted her into the air.
"Who are you Fray?" Jace said wondrously as he swung them across the floor.
"Whatever do you mean?" She said innocently.
"You can bull your way out of a dead end better than a poker player, your appetite barely matches mine, and you're not afraid to get down and dirty and tackle guys bigger and stronger than you." He spun her around, bringing her in tight as he held her hand out. "What next, you use to sneak out and watch midnight drag races on the streets?"
"Actually I use to drift in some of those races," Clary corrected. Jace's face went slack and Clary continued. "Whenever I came up here for the summer, my dad let my brother and I do whatever we wanted, so Jonathan would usually take me out every now and then to some of the street races. Not to brag, but I have a few wins under my belt."
The lower half of Jace's face fell open, his jaw going slack from the shock of this information presented to him. Clary raised one hand and pushed his mouth closed. "Catching flies there, Herondale."
"Marry me."
"Beat me in a fist fight and I'll consider your offer," she bluffed.
"Consider it done. Want a spring wedding, or we should we just elope altogether and go straight to the honeymoon?"
Clary's face blanked out and her eyes bulged out of her sockets. Jace bit down on his tongue as he watched her face turn a soft shade of pink. He was so close, mere inches separating them. All he had to was just lean in towards the girl and he'd be able to taste those sweet lips of hers again…
That's just how you treat a lady
Treat a lady, Treat a lady
Treat a lady, Treat a lady
Treat a lady
Dadadadadum
That's just how you treat a lady
Treat a lady, Treat a lady
Treat a lady, Treat a lady
Treat a lady
Dadadadadum
Fingertips danced along the bottom of his lower lip and he closed in eyes tightly as he reveled in the sensation of Clary's skin moving against his own. It was so easy to forget when it came to being in the redhead's presence. The minute he touched her reality fell apart around him until the only thing he could hear was his beating heart responding to the sound of her voice. There was something about Clary that demanded his full attention, a spark that couldn't go unnoticed.
And they say chivalry is dead
(Dead, Dead, Dead)
Girl, let a real man pick up the slack
And treat you with respect, yeah
And you don't have to love me
Love me, Love me
You don't need have to love me
Love me, Love me
Just 'cause I'm a gentleman don't mean I ain't taking you to bed
And you don't have to love me
Love me, Love me
You don't need have to love me
Love me, Love me
Just 'cause I'm a gentleman don't mean I ain't taking you to bed
And they say chivalry is dead
(Dead, dead, dead)
Jace spun Clary around and dipped her low as Simon sang the last chords of the song. The crowd erupted into thunderous applause as Simon concluded serenading the crowds with his voice. Jace pulled the redhead upright and they faced the stage to clap for the boys for performing.
"Not bad for a nerd," Jace said bemusedly in Clary's ear. She wrapped one arm around his waist and poked him in the ribs, with that same lopsided smirk growing on her face.
Simon waved his hands wildly towards the crowd and looked back on the band with a goofy grin on his face. He turned back to face the crowd, stealing Jace's trademark grin as he winked out to the crowd.
"I'm surprised you guys didn't cover your ears. Either I'm really good, or all of you are just tone deaf." The room rumbled with laughter at his comments, and the brunette smirked away at their words as he went offside to grab his bass guitar. He skipped over to the microphone stand and threw the strap of the guitar over his shoulder, fixating the crowd with a playful spark in his eyes.
"Let's turn things up a notch, shall we?"
The boys began to play the opening bars of The Cab's hit, 'La La la', sending all the females of the younger generation into a full-on frenzy. Clary had pulled her hand away from his torso and was fanning herself with both hands, trying her best to cool herself down.
Jace bent down and whispered, "Do you need some air?"
She shivered and nodded in response. The blonde policeman took ahold of her hand and kept her close as he led them off the dance floor. A few girls took notice of the handsome gentleman moving towards them, and 'accidently' brushed their hands against his body, from his shoulders to his torso, and even down by his crotch. Though flattered by their attraction to him, Jace couldn't help but feel somewhat disturbed by their bold behavior. Being out in the public, people took advantage of the premises that lead to one-night stands, knowing that they could do whatever they want and know that their partner would forget or ignore by morning sunrise.
Once upon a time, Jace would've jumped at all the attention of these girls surrounding them, taking them and pleasuring them one at a time till his body fell from exhaustion.
But tonight was not one of those nights – he had far better things to attend to.
The pair darted up through the games room and headed out on the upper balcony where the fire escape connected itself on the right side. They burst through the French doors and breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the cold air dance across their faces. Below them, the streets were littered with cars up and down the straight, with people flocking through the doors of the open restaurants and bars along the street.
Clary pulled her hand away and leaned over the railing, taking in big gulps of air and relishing in the feel of the night breeze tossing her curls about like wildfire. 'It's like an oven in there," Clary heaved, rolling the sleeves of her dress up over her elbows. She could feel how flustered her face was, the adrenaline rushing through from her time on the dance-floor.
Jace had a wild grin on his face, threading his fingers through his golden mane as he let loose a chuckle, one that made her body tremble from the mere sound of it.
Walking perfection right here, she thought miserably.
"When are you leaving tonight?" he ventured.
Clary pulled her phone out of her pocket on her dress. She had one message from an unknown number, stating fifteen minutes away –J. "I'll be gone in a good ten minutes."
The blonde nodded and leaned against the iron-wrought railing with one arm propped up. A light breeze passed by, ruffling his gold halo around his face. "Do you have to leave so soon?"
"Aww, missing me already, are we?" Clary teased.
"More than you can say." His face was so serious and sincere, that Clary found it hard to laugh or even tease. Usually she could get a good read on people, but with Jace… he was a whole new discovery.
She coughed lightly and scratched the base of her scalp. "Ahem, yeah I do have to go," she said regretfully, changing he topic back to the original question. "My brother's coming in to pick me up."
The blonde policeman's nose wrinkled in disgust at the mention of her brother, as if the mere thought of him repulsed him. "Why not just cancel whatever you have on, say that you'll go do whatever with him tomorrow?"
"Oh, how I wish it were that easy," Clary moaned dramatically. "Well, for starters, he's already on his way so it'll be pretty rude, considering he's coming all the way from his place. Second, we've got some issues that our father needs help with – urgent SOS situation."
The blonde grimaced and shook a few blonde strands out of his eyes. Clary bit down on her lip as her emerald eyes glanced involuntarily over his form. Her fingers were itching to map the planes of his body.
"You surprise me, Fray," he stated honestly, breaking the silence between them. "I don't think I'll ever meet another girl quite like you."
The redhead chuckled as she moved by the blonde, facing her back out towards the streets. "You got that right. I'm an original masterpiece complete with all the flaws and imperfections," she joked. "It'll take over a million years to find another girl like me."
Jace raised one eyebrow as he turned his head towards the redhead. His gaze was heavy, intense. Clary recognized that same glow in his eyes and clenched her fingers around the railing. She could feel her body responding to that spark in his eyes, yearning for him.
"A million years is correct. Flaws and imperfections though?" He moved closer to her, running his fingertips up the length of her neck. Goosebumps arose where his fingers touched her skin, trailing up until his hand cupped the shape of her neck. "I fail to see any of those things here."
Clary's breath sped up as the space between her and Jace lessened. She pulled one hand away from the railing and brought it up to his chest, placing it right over his heart.
"Jace…" she breathed heavily. "We shouldn't be doing this… I shouldn't be doing this…"
He brought his head down to her, brushing his lips against her temple. "What, are you scared that your brother will barge in and dismember me for being near you? Because frankly, I've seen worse."
Her breath hitched up in her throat as his lips descended lower, from her cheek down the length of her jawline. "No…" she whispered truthfully. She knew her brother could only do so much before invoking the true monster lying within Clary. "But Jace… I'm not good for you."
The blonde huffed and pulled away, cupping her hands in both of his cheeks. He looked down at her with sincere eyes brighter than the sun, gold flames that reached out and nipped at the edges of her soul. "Are you currently in a relationship with some other guy, and therefore using me to get back at him?"
Clary quirked her eyes in surprise. Really…? "Of course not—"
"Do you find me attractive?"
Was he really going to interrogate her like this? " 'Attractive' doesn't even begin to describe my feelings for you," she groaned amorously.
"Then why—' he began as he bridged the gap between them, lining the surface of her body against his own figure, "-are you pushing me away?" Clary could register a small seed of hurt hidden away, buried beneath all the bravado, flirtatious, and sarcastic mannerisms. "Am I not making myself clear enough about the fact that you are driving me crazy beyond relief?"
The redhead slid both hands against the tall blonde's chest, feeling the muscles pull taut beneath her touch. Her body had long forgotten what it was like to have a man hold her in such a way, with want and desire, and now her body had reverted back to that of a little schoolgirl's; eager to explore the pleasures offered up to her.
"It's not that," she rasped. Her mouth had gone dry. "Jace, there are plenty of other girls far more deserving than I. Chase after me, and you'll end up with heartache and poison in your veins."
Jace stared resolutely at the redhead, bringing his head down until they were touching foreheads. Clary breathed in deeply – and heavily, as Jace brushed his nose against hers.
"Clarissa Fray," he breathed darkly, "I care not what happens to my heart, so long as I manage to capture even a portion of yours truly. The poison can continue killing me so long as I have your attention."
Just as two sunsets' are never the same, no two kisses are ever alike. They can be slow, teasing, passionate, vengeful, of need and desire, and brimming with hatred and lust. Soft. Sweet. Loving. Domineering. Submissive.
When Clary felt Jace press his lips against hers, she knew she was a goner. Good-bye cardinal rule, good-bye warnings from possessive siblings - good-bye, good-bye, good-bye.
The kiss sparked up and blazed away into a brilliant bonfire. Fireworks sparked in the back of her head as her hands descended below, pulling him by the belt loops of his trousers against her body as she crashed her lips to him. She knew she would regret this some day, but for now she wanted - needed him. Her mind was thoroughly consumed by his being, intoxicating her senses and sending her into anarchy.
His hands crept along the sides of her body until they stopped around her thighs. In one motion he lifted her up, spinning them around until she felt the cold brick wall pressed up against her back. Her hands slithered up around his neck as he pulled her legs on either side of him, digging the tips of his fingers into her stockings. He wasted no time as he moved his lips against hers, barely pulling back for air.
Clary felt a hunger within, and snarled darkly as she pulled her lips back from the blonde. Jace was momentarily confused but suddenly relapsed back into pure bliss as Clary nipped away at the edge of his jawline, moving lower until she was nipping just where his pulse was beating. She felt the blonde struggle as he groaned painfully, and smirked against his skin. She bit down on his throat, purring contently as the blonde gasped in surprise. His hands slid further up her legs, pushing the hem of the dress up slightly. Clary threw her head back against the wall, biting down on her lips and trying so desperately to keep quiet. Her body was in heat, and she needed release.
She opened her eyes and stared back at Jace, their breathing matching the same ragged patterns. He kept on hand gripped tightly around her legs while he raised his left hand to stroke the area where she bit his skin. In the weak light coming through the thin curtains from inside the club, coupled with the streetlights below, she could see that the area was beginning to bruise up and change color.
He looked darkly at her, his eyes consumed with longing. "You bit me."
She shrugged her shoulders, feeling hesitant about that glow in his eyes. "Oops" she said coyly. "Did I hurt somewon's feewings?"
His lips were bruised from their kisses. His hair was tousled and showed signs of their current predicament. "No one," he growled lowly, "-gets to bite me and get away with it. No one."
His final words were whispered in a dark tone that sent shivers up and down her spine. He moved in for the kill and bit down in three places:
Her bottom lip—
Her earlobe—
The space just below her ear—
The redhead groaned and shifted her lower body against his pelvis, feeling something stir up in his pants. He continued to repeatedly attack her neck, alternating between gentle kisses and harsh bites around the same area. She snaked one hand down the length of his spine, her hand disappearing under the back of his color and gliding across feverish tanned skin. If Clary wasn't careful, she might just end up throwing everything away for the cop…
Vroom Vroom! Vroom Vroom!
Damn you, Jonathan! Clary struggled about in Jace's arms, trying to break from his hold. "J-Jace, I h-have to get going now," she groaned breathlessly.
"Just a little longer…" he said arduously. He came back up and captured her lips in his own, paying close attention to her plump bottom lip. "You're brother can wait…"
Clary moaned into the kiss, clutching none to gently onto Jace's shoulders. He put her down and lifted his hands up to her waist, feeling about for the slight curves in her form. If he was trying to distract her from going away, then he received full marks for doing so.
"Jace," she rasped, her voice growing in volume between kisses. "I really ne-ed to go… right now…"
Jace pulled away remorsefully, his eyes still locked in combat with her emerald eyes. "Must you go?" he asked again.
Clary pulled her hands up and cupped his face in her hands, feeling the sharpness of his jawline, the smooth skin pulled over cheekbones. "Unfortunately, I do."
He placed both hands over hers and gazed imploringly at the petite art student. "Have dinner with me," he pleaded softly. "This week, Thursday night at six. I know a nice place down in Brooklyn, and I'll pick you up for it."
Clary closed her eyes and ghosted her lips over his own, her ragged breathing slowing down to a more reasonable pace. "What will you do if I say no?" she replied teasingly.
He moved his lips up by her ear and slid his hands around to the small of her back. "Then I'll convince you until you say yes."
The redhead bit down on her lips and pushed Jace back, grinning slightly. "Well then I guess it's a yes then," she said breathlessly, stroking his blonde back off his forehead.
Jace smirked and kissed her on the nose before backing away from her. She went to go through the French doors, thought the better of it, and spun around to kiss Jace on the cheek before dancing her way down to the streets.
"What took you so long?"
Clary opened the door to Jonathan's sports car, sliding down effortlessly into the passenger seat. She'd quickly gone back to the bathroom to fix up her hair, checking all aspects of her body to ensure that there were no telltale signs of her heavy make-out session with the blonde policeman back in the bar.
"Forgive me if I wanted to bid my dear comrades a beloved farewell," Clary said pompously, pinning her hair up on the sides.
Jonathan rolled his eyes and floored it down the street. Clary turned her head back around, catching a glimpse of the golden god standing up top as they disappeared around the bend.
Clary slumped down in the chair, massaging the back of her neck. What on earth have I gotten myself into…?
"Whatever you're thinking about, you can worry about that later," Jonathan interrupted. "We have more serious issues to deal with than your mundane worries."
Clary shook herself out of her daydream. Right. Mortmain.
"I've got a jacket in the back for you," he stated, gesturing his hand behind him. Clary reached over and pulled a warm, heavy khaki jacket with leather sleeves. She slipped it over her shoulders, feeling it mold to the shape of her arms. The jacket itself was heavier than the norm, due to the light padding lined up within the jacket's torso in an effort to weaken the blow from a bullet.
Clary reclined the seat until it was horizontal and twisted about. The car had been customized by a few mechanics within her father's empire, allowing for a few 'hidey holes'. Clary lifted up the whole of the back seat, revealing a compartment for a few weapons of choice.
She picked out a handful of knives and began to place them delicately inside the lining of the jacket. "What's the approach to this Mortmain guy?"
Jonathan turned a sharp corner, leaving the busy main drag for the quiet back channels. "Mortmain's a materialistic man, so he'll want us to up his price on keeping a vow of silence. I've done a bit of history on the man; he's problematic, his own foothold in New York is on the brink of being absorbed into the Seelie Court, which will force him out of the country back to his stronghold in Britain."
"So he's desperate to keep some form of power here in America," Clary summarized, strapping an army knife against the top of her thigh. She reached out to the side of the compartment and flicked on the light for better a better visual. "Sniper or crossbow?"
"Rifle," Jonathan confirmed. The pale blonde wore dark clothes on his person; dark grey fitted trousers, with black combat boots, a tight black shirt and a fitted leather jacket. He was a striking individual - the embodiment of shadow and moonlight converged into one being. "Quick and easy tonight. Minimal evidence."
"Okay then." The car swerved down the more deserted streets, giving Clary the chance to fully move about as she collected the pieces for the sniper gun. She packed them together in a small bag, trying her best to stay upright as the car sped along the road. "Any back-up?"
"I have a few Cleaners on stand-by. Me and you are the only ones going in to deal with the situation."
Clary bit down on her lip as she packed screwed a suppressor on the rifle. "Desperate man means he'll try to bully us, which means a lot of fire power will be there."
"Mm-hmm." Jonathan brushed his hair out of his eyes and turned the wheel, gliding the car around the tight corners.
"Venue?"
"Abandoned shopping mall."
"The one where they sometimes hold the underground fights?"
'The very same."
"I'm assuming you chose the venue?"
"Of course. It's only fair that the employer chooses first."
"Nice. Good vantage points up there." Clary shrugged her shoulders and pulled out a few bullet cartridges, stowing them away in the bag. She pulled out a pair of fingerless gloves to help keep a firm grip on the base of the gun and pulled the seat back up. "How are we going to do this, big brother? Am I going to make an example of one of his lackeys?"
"Well… not at the start," Jonathan said with a teasing grin on his lips. "We'll try to go about this quietly, maybe cut a deal with him that can save his face. But if he pushes too far, well… I'm sure you'll think of something."
Clary propped her legs up on the dashboard, admiring her suede timberlands on her feet. "Any civilians in the area that could interfere with our meeting?"
"Three block radius surrounding the mall – no one will be able to hear any of the commotion if things get ugly. Also, the cops won't be there for another forty-five minutes top if they get a call."
The redhead nodded and pulled the seat back into position, slinking back into her seat in the front. it was scary to think how calm she was about the situation. She'd become desensitized to the fact that she was about to take someone's life tonight, perhaps more than one, maintaining a level head about the whole ordeal. She turned the speakers up in the car, resetting her mind as she prepared for what was to come.
Find my life ahead
Oh I don't know, I don't know where
But I'm starting on my way
Will you meet me, will you meet me there
Echoes in the night
Like a melody is haunting me
But then I meet your eyes
With the fire of a rising sun
I am standing on the edge
Take me over, take me over
See how fast this life can change
Take me further, lead me further
Songlist:
Chivalry is Dead - Trevor Wesley (his voice is beauuuutiful *droool)
Take me over - RED (I love these guys)