When they reached Clary's dorm room, she'd been right. Helen wasn't home.
"See we have the whole place to ourselves," Clary said smiling. Jace wasted no time, taking the opportunity to hold her head in both of his hands, he kissed her. Clary returned the kiss with enthusiasm, knotting her hands in her boyfriend's hair.
"No grumpy Alec here either," Jace whispered. Clary giggled. There was something about the way Jace looked at her that made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. Sometimes she'd blush just from him looking at her. "I've missed you."
"You saw me the day before yesterday," Clary scolded, though she loved that he could miss her so easily.
"Too long," Jace sniggered as their make out session made it to the bed. Clary worked quickly, getting at the fastenings of Jace's pants, trying not the break their kiss. Jace's hands in turn, were unclasping her bra, and it didn't take long for all their clothes to become scattered around the bed. The cold air made her shiver, and Jace threw the blankets over them. Clary grinned as his lips returned to hers.
It was then that the door flew open. Clary's first reaction was to pull at the blankets, and make sure she was covered. Jace had no such response. His bottom half was just barely covered, the curve of his hip visible. It was only then that Clary looked up to see who had interrupted them.
"Ah," Helen said clearly amused. Clary noticed her eyes move over Jace's chest and across his hips where they met the blanket. "Don't mind me." Clary buried her bright red face in Jace's shoulder as she heard her roommate move about the room, clearly looking for something. Clary heard Helen's little 'ah ha' as she found whatever it was, but she could also hear her roommate sniggering. Then soft footfalls before the door closed again.
"No sock on the door," Jace laughed once Helen was gone.
"Huh?" Clary had no idea what socks had to do with any of this.
"Nevermind," Jace laughed as he pulled Clary in closer and kissed her again. Clary quickly forgot about socks, and well about everything, as she returned the kiss. Helen wasn't here anymore, and she wasn't going to let the interruption ruin the mood, or rather Jace wasn't.
"Hmmm," she hummed. "You turn my brain off when you do that."
"That so," Jace laughed.
"Ah uh," Clary mumbled. Then Jace turned so his weight was on his elbows, leaning over her, kissing her jawline and her neck. Clary bent her head to invite him to continue, enjoying the feel of his lips on her skin. Being with Jace was like being worshiped, and Clary could never get enough.
Sometimes she worried that one day Jace would wake up, and whatever crazy rose tinted glasses that made him want her would be gone. At the moment though, she couldn't worry about much of anything, as his hands slowly moved down her skin leaving behind a tingling sensation. All she did was lay there, trying to process every wonderful thing he was doing to her. His mouth moved down, kissing her hips, then her inner thigh. Clary's breathing was becoming very erratic as Jace's hands joined his mouth. Her heart pounding, Clary could feel all the blood in her body rushing downward. She'd thought that was just for guys, but boy had she been wrong.
Clary had googled 'what does an orgsam feel like after her first time with Jace, but it hadn't helped much. The moment when Jace's fingers went inside her, her toes curled, and she suddenly knew exactly what an orgsam felt like.
"Jace," she gasped.
"At your service," Jace grinned. Clary sat up, seizing his lips in a desperate kiss, muttering 'condom' to him as she did so. There were perks to having a sexually experienced boyfriend - Clary thought to herself - as Jace managed to get the thing on without breaking their kiss. She knew he'd succeeded when his hands held her waist again, moving slowly up to cradle her breasts. His fingers teased her nipples as she wrapped her legs tightly around him, feeling his erection touch her just shy of where she wanted it.
Clary was pretty sure she whimpered because Jace grinned into their kiss, and changed the angle of his hips until Clary felt him slide inside. Then he started moving, one of Jace's hands near her hip supporting his weight, while the other held her breast. Clary rocked her hips with his, and came again just as Jace spilled inside the condom.
Jace collapsed on the bed next to her, and Clary moved closer to snuggled up to him. Jace began to gently stroke her hair and Clary closed her eyes. They stayed like that for a moment until Jace had to get up to dispose of the mess.
"Why does summer have to be so long," Clary sighed, when Jace returned to hold her.
"What do you mean?" Jace asked, as he pulled the covers up over them again.
"The years almost over," Clary replied. "Exams are just weeks away. Mom will want me home."
"And I usually work over the summers," Jace sighed. He sounded equally upset about the idea as she did.
"I thought you have a scholarship?" Clary replied. She hadn't heard Jace talk about work before.
"I do," Jace said. "Which pays tuition and dorms fees, but apart from that, all the money I'll have for next year I have to make over the summer."
"Oh," Clary sulked. "Well maybe my parents won't mind if I do something else this summer."
"You could come home with me?" Jace offered. "I know my mom is dying to meet you."
"Won't-" Clary started, but broke off. "Won't he be there?"
"Sebastian will never get near you," Jace told her firmly. "Ever again. I promise. But you don't have to. Maybe I could try and find work with you?"
"There aren't a lot of summer jobs in my tiny home town," Clary said. "And if you already have a job lined up."
"I have a standing summer job back home, yeah," Jace said. "One of mom's old boyfriends let's me work in his shop over the summer, since grade nine I think."
"I'll call mom and we'll figure it out," Clary smiled. "But let's talk about something else for now." She snuggled in closer, and Jace tighten his arms around her.
"Oh, I almost forgot," Jace said sharply. "You aren't allow to set Simon up on any more dates."
"What! He figured it out?" Clary whined.
"Yeah," Jace replied, laughing lightly. "It seems Maia told him. And he had a rather eventful encounter with a woman in an elevator. Though Clary-" Jace paused his voice suddenly somber. "Simon told me he is for sure not coming back here next year."
"I can't say I'm surprised," Clary sighed. "But thanks for telling me."
They settled in and watched a movie after that, all the while, Clary tried to think about how happy she was with Jace rather than how sad she was that her friend was leaving. Maybe it had been a mistake to date Simon in the first place. Maybe she'd been a fool to think those feelings would develop eventually. Either way, there was nothing she could do about it now.
Clary's conversation with her mother the next day went better than she'd expected. Jocelyn seemed to have no issues with Clary going to stay with Jace.
"You are a grown woman now, Clary," Jocelyn said when Clary expressed her surprise. "It's not my job anymore to tell you what not to do. All I can do now is hope I taught you enough when it was."
"Thanks I guess," Clary replied. "I do really want you to meet him." Her mother said she wanted to meet Jace too and they talked of other things for a while.
The days went by quickly as term papers and studying became every student's priority. With the relief of their last class of the year finally behind her, Clary felt like celebrating. Sure, they still have exams to get through, but no more lectures for four whole months!
Clary was starting to regret telling Jace to surprise her when she found herself walking into a bar.
"Jace I am not dressed for this," Clary whined as she looked down at her baggy jeans and logo t-shirt.
"You look perfect," Jace told her like he always did, but Clary just rolled her eyes. Jace of course, was the one who actually looked perfect. He was wearing a tight thin white shirt, but unlike her's, it didn't have a nerdy logo on it. In fact, Jace's shirt was so tight, she could clearly see the well defined muscles underneath it. His jeans were similar, form fitting and hugged him in all the right places. Clary could have been two sizes bigger in her clothes and she doubted anyone would notice. Jace looked like a runway model while she looked like a loser.
Clary allowed herself to be guided over to a booth where she sat across from Jace. They had come for dinner mostly, as Jace said there was great food here, but now Clary was wondering if she wanted a drink. Not that alcohol could make her any better looking, but still.
They were looking at the menu when a woman approached the table. Her hair was done up in a tight elegant knot at the back of her head, and she had on the tightest black dress Clary had ever seen. Clary thought she was the waitress, but she realized differently when the woman's eyes fell on Jace.
"Hey handsome," the woman said, silkily. Her body language just screamed 'hot for Clary's boyfriend' and Clary hated it. "Ditch the frumpy one and come over to our table." The woman gestured, and Clary turned to see another three girls, all in very tight, very revealing dresses, and all staring at Jace. All far sexier than her.
"Her name's Clary," Jace said casually as he looked the woman up and down.
"Ditch Clary then," the woman replied unperturbed. Clary watched Jace's eyes slowly move over the curves of the woman's dress, before he turned back to the menu.
"No," Jace said simply. He ignored her after that, and a moment later she left.
"Does that happen a lot?" Clary asked.
"I think it's because I'm here with you," Jace replied. "It's a trick in the pickup industry actually."
"A trick?" Clary asked, trying to contain her desire to beat that woman over the head with something heavy.
"Yeah," Jace added with a shrug. "Something about wanting another woman's man. Prays on some primal instincts I think. If she wants him he must be worth it or some such thing."
"Still she was so very obvious," Clary grumbled. She wanted to add that Jace had very obviously checked her out, but didn't have the nerve.
"Some women are like that," Jace shrugged. "So have you decided what you want to eat?"
"Oh, what no," Clary said suddenly, remembering the menu in front of her. The actual waitress came to take their order a few minutes later, and Clary endured another moment of jealous rage as she watched this woman check Jace out as well. The waitress was in a very short black skirt with nothing but lace covering her shoulders.
"I don't like bars," Clary grumbled, when the slutty waitress left.
"We can go somewhere else," Jace said. "Sorry I never knew where to take you."
"It's okay," Clary sighed. "We've ordered now so let's just stay. But I am so picking the place next time."
"Deal," Jace laughed, reaching across the table to hold her hand. He gazed at her then, and Clary's anger was soothed somewhat by the affection in his eyes.
Jace was hit on twice more before they finished eating. Clary was almost relieved when Jace excused himself to run to the bathroom. That was until Clary suddenly found herself sitting across from a stranger. It was as if this woman had been waiting to get Clary alone. She slide into his side of the booth the moment Jace left.
"I don't care how many women he choses to ignore tonight. He isn't going to call you tomorrow," the woman said. She was very pretty, with long brown hair and a elegant light blue blouse. "Trust me on that. Just get out now."
"I'm sorry, but who the hell are you?" Clary asked annoyed.
"Someone who knows that guy you just had dinner with," she replied. "Once a player, always a player. Just thought I'd warn you because you seem like the innocent type."
And just like that, the woman left. Clary wasn't really sure what to think about this whole evening. It was like every part of it had been there just to play on her insecurities about Jace. She supposed this was the downside to having a boyfriend with experience.
"You ready to go?" Jace asked as he appeared beside her, hand held out to take hers.
"Yeah," Clary replied dazed as she took his hand. They walked back to campus arm in arm. Clary let Jace talk, without really hearing him. She so desperately wanted to talk to Simon. She wanted to talk to her best friend about being insecure that her boyfriend would lose interest in her.
As it was, she did text Simon when she got back to her dorm. Jace had wanted to sleep beside her tonight, but she'd told him they both needed to focus on getting through their exams for a while. Though Jace had seemed to understand her rational reason, Clary wasn't sure she understood her own irrational reason.
Clary hadn't texted any of that to Simon. All she told him was that she'd miss him if he left, and that he was still her best friend. There was nothing more she could do.
She did almost talk to Helen about it, but then she remember the way Helen's eyes had run over Jace's bare chest when she'd caught them together. Maybe it was Magnus she needed to talk to, Clary thought as she got out her phone and texted him instead.
You know how in most shows and stuff they skip the whole summer break between seasons and start it back in september… yeah I never understood that. I mean okay the sets are of the school but how hard is it to make an extra set? Summer vacation isn't just a skip button people! A lot of shit can happen in four months people. Summer vacation is a pattern interrupt. It can test the strength of a couple.
Oh and I may have binge wrote about 20,000 words of a Klaine Glee fanfic since we last spoke… did I say may. I meant definitely. Definitely did that…. In fact the story is practically finished. I just have the second last chapter left to write. Hence why I managed to get an update for this story done. Klaine took over my brain complete and I couldn't focus on Malec or Clace or TMI until Klaine was finished. Now I just need to wait for my poor over-worked beta to edit all the crazy that I wrote so freaking fast. That, and I have decided to limit myself to uploading a chapter a day. This I have learned is the magic number. When I've uploaded two chapters in a day in the past, I have noticed the view count doesn't go up anymore than one chapter a day. But if you only update every other day then the view count lowers on the day you don't update…
Wow, you know you update like a spaz when you can work that out! Lol
Anyway… now it seems I have started and (mostly) completed FOUR other stories since I started Roommates and Soulmates… Those being, Elusive Love, Forgotten, Human Delena and now Elevator to Home.
Oh, and I guess I also started Royal Dilemma while writing R&S, but that isn't anywhere close to finished. That's FIVE stories started since I uploaded chapter one of Roommates and Soulmates…. damn!
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Sneak Peek Chapter 49
Right he should be studying for his history exam. Magnus made a frustrated cry to no one, as he was alone in his apartment at the moment, and laid his head down on his desk, in exasperation. Couldn't these stupid things just be over already? Using more willpower than he cared to admit, Magnus lifted his head from the desk and checked the time. Alec had said he'd be an hour… about 56 minutes ago, but Magnus wasn't counting.
Since their first conversation about money Alec had been very open, talking about his life, answering all Magnus nosy questions and finally Magnus didn't feel so cut off. Understanding where Alec came from seemed to be the answer to their problems. Alec may have no idea what it's like to have to only have enough money to either buy milk or go to the movies, but Magnus had no idea what it was like in Alec's world. Alexander Lightwood, heir to his father's business empire. It was a lot of wrap his head around. Though technically heir was the wrong word. This wasn't the middle ages after all, though from the way Alec talked it seemed Alec's father did expect Alec to come work for him one day.
59 minutes… but again Magnus wasn't counting.
