"CLARY FRAY, AND JACE WAYLAND!" The announcer had called our names, we had won! He held the award high in the air, a simple through with three golden stars stacked on top of each other. Jace walked me up to the stage and walked behind me. "What are you doing?" I whispered. "You did all the work, love, I just helped. You deserve it." I smiled back at Jace, grateful that he understood how much this meant to me.

I was going to tell how much The announcer put his hand on the small of my back to bring my attention back to the crowd. "Ok Clary! You may begin." I looked at the guy like he had a third eye. "Begin what?" In which he returned the look. "The speech?" he said. "I have no clue what to say." I said, trying to look calm in front of the crowd. The announcer pondered for a second, and then took over the microphone.

"Ok folks, this year things will be a little different. This year, one person in the audience will ask a question, and our guest will pick, and answer the question. " I took a deep breath, relived he had found a solution

A couple people raised their hands, half heartedly, you could tell they just wanted to ask something so they could go home and sleep. The event was already two hours over the time it was suppose to be. But I didn't want some half- assed question. This was important to me, and I wanted a question that would show that.

In the back, almost too small to see, a little girl, about six, was holding her hand so high and tall I was surprised she didn't hurt herself.

"You." I said, "The little girl in the back." The little girl smiled, and started to walk up to the stage.

She straggled up to the stage and shook my hand. "Hi, what's your name?" "Emily." She said, in a small voice. "Well Emily. What's your question?" "What do you think art is?" I stood up and thanked her, and turned my attention back to the crowd.

"Before my mom died, she once asked me what I thought art was. And of course, being the Diva I am, I replied that I was, and danced around in my pink tutu." But ever sense then, I've asked myself that question. After every art piece, after every award, and recently here in New York, I've come to find my answer.

Art has no definition. Art is sex, art is addiction, art is pictures of sunsets and storys written. Art can only be made, never destroyed. Art is the sum of all we've ever been and the sum of all we ever will be. Art is you, art is me, and art is in all of us."

The crowd stood and clapped, grabbed their things and started to walk out the front door, all except for Alex and the David's. The couple came up to hug me, tell me how prod they were. "You deserved that award Clary." They both smiled. Clary thanked them. "I will miss you guys so much, here's my address, send me postcards!" The couple laughed and left, which left Alex alone with them. "How are you getting back to the hotel?" Clary asked. "My brother brought me. " He said. I dipped down and kissed Alex on the cheek. Here's my address. Send me letters." I also handed him the award. "Bring this home, you deserve it." Alex smiled and nodded. Jace told him to stay out of trouble, and left with Clary.

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When we arrived at the hotel, I grabbed Clary by the waist and dragged her to the bedroom. I kissed her deeply and fearlessly. "Permission to fuck you like a whore?" She moaned in his mouth. "Permission granted. " I started to tear off her dress, leaving her in just her bra. "No underwear? Naughty naughty." Clary smiled. I pulled off her bra and sucked long and hard on her nipples. Making them both fully hard. "I have a surprise." I said, and moved off Clary. "Oh yeah? What's that?" I came back with two clothes pins. "With your consent, I would like to put these on as nipple clamps." She looked nervous. "Look Clary. No pressure? Ok, if it hurts to much, we take it off, deal?" Clary nodded. I moved around her nipples first with my finger. Making them fully hard, and then went in with the first pin. She breathed in, as if in pain, but then moaned, telling me to go on. I repeated the steps with the other one, and then looked back. My girl, complexly naked, completely sexy. Laying there with these pins, making me harder. "I want you to tie me." She said. I kissed her. "With what?" She looked at the ribbons holding together the curtains. I retained them, and tied her hands to the bed. She started to breathe harder. "The clamps bothering you?" I asked. She nodded. "But I'm ok." I nodded and knew I needed to distract her. I started slowly sucking her off. She wiggled and rocked her body, and I moved In a finger, pumping back and forth. She started to moan heavily. I stopped sucking her off, and looked at her nipples, big and swollen. I moved over her, and started to slowly throb in my cock. "Please Jace. No teasing." I moved in farther, but still wouldn't move fast. I wanted her to feel every movement. She started breathing faster, itching closer, trying to do what I wasn't. I started moving faster, doing what she so desperately wanted. I felt her to tense, breath harder, and I rode us to our edge.

I pulled of the clamps and kissed her nipples, easing them, and kissed her. "What did they feel like?" She kissed me. "It was painful, but the good type of painful. It was amazing." I kissed her. "Ready to go home?" She shook her head. "I want to live here forever." I laughed. "Maybe we can." "Don't be silly. We go back tomorrow. " I shrugged. "Yeah, but we can always come back." She nodded. "One dream at a time my love. One dream at a time"

Hey ya'll! Sorry it took so long to update. My professor dropped an essay on us, and then a pre-exam! (Which I didn't know existed. It's like the first month of school?) Anyway! The nipple part was from me and my personal experiences with past boyfriends. Would highly recommend. But do your research! Review please! I need a pick me up from school! Also! Read my new one shot and review!

-M