Hihi! This is a piece for the lovely britt2584. If you recognize the first part of the story, that's because it was published as one of the chapters in Pressing Play several years ago, added here to provide full context for the fic :) There is also a moodboard for this across on my twitter/tumblr if you would like to go and have a look at that.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters.

Tags/Triggers: Alternate Universe | Neighbours | Strangers to Lovers | Mentions of Childhood Trauma | Mentions of Unhealthy Relationships (Not Clace) | Explicit Sexual Content | Semi-Public Sex | Car Rides | Car Sex | Emotional Hurt/Comfort

*I would also like to note that the discourse around being shut down has once again started up, so I would just like to encourage anyone who'd like to, to follow me on Ao3 and my social medias!

When Clarissa Morgenstern was sixteen, her father got a job in California. The marriage between Valentine and Jocelyn Morgenstern had been rocky for a while, and apparently this was going to be their chance to start over, and give their marriage another shot. Clary had begged and pleaded to stay in the city that she had grown up in. New York was her whole life; her friends, her school, even her part time job—but Valentine had put his foot down, saying that they were leaving and that was final. Her older brother, Jonathon Morgenstern, was at Columbia University on a partial scholarship, and he lived near campus, so he wasn't coming with them, which was just another reason that Clary didn't want to leave.

But two months after he broke the news, they were living in California, and she was miserable.

And it wasn't just her.

Jocelyn had tried to show outward support for her husband, but it was clear that she was missing New York as well. Even though California was beautiful, and less busy, and sunny, and everyone always seemed to be smiling and tanned, it just didn't feel like home.

Things just got worse between Valentine and Jocelyn, and now Clary didn't have the roof of their apartment building to escape to with her best friend, Simon Lewis. All she had now was the backyard, but she could still hear them yelling and things banging around inside.

She hated her school.

She hated her teachers.

She hated the other students.

She just hated everything.

The only thing that she didn't hate was the boy next door.

Well, at least, she didn't hate him yet. He could still possibly do or say something that might rub her the wrong way, but so far, it seemed that maybe they had a bit in common.

He was older than her, she knew that because he was in a higher grade than her at school. He hung out with a lot of people, and a lot of them were clearly popular, but he never really seemed interested in what was going on around him. He wore a leather jacket all the time, and he had ear buds in his ears permanently, hidden under his shaggy golden hair, and his golden eyes were always moving around his surroundings. And more often than not...He had bruises.

The first time they properly saw each other, or at least, at the same time, was six months after she moved in. She was sitting on the swinging chair in the back yard, holding one of the chains connecting the chair to the tree, rocking it with one hand while the other was clenched in her lap. Her parents were going at it again, and it was almost funny, the way it sounded as though they were trying to out shout the couple next door. The golden haired boy came storming out the back door, and for a moment, the shouting from inside the neighboring house got louder, and then it was muffled as the door shut. He saw her sitting there, and his walking slowed for a split second. He frowned when he heard the shouting in her own home, and Clary frowned back at him when she saw a bright red mark under his eye.

He paused and tipped his head in a nod at her, almost a sympathetic one, as though they were kindred spirits, and then he was stalking toward his car in the driveway. He got inside, turning on the engine, and then went roaring down the road.

At least he could escape, even if it was just for a little bit.

Clary wished she could go with him.

The next day at school, the red mark around his eye had turned into a bruise, and it was an ugly blue and purple for the next few days. It was the first time that Clary had actually appreciated the fights between her parents. At least they never turned physical. Sure, they were verbally vicious with their words, and sometimes Valentine would turn them on her, but they had never used their fists.

A few weeks later, they saw each other again. Over the screaming and the shouting of their parents, they looked at each other from over the meter high fence that separated their properties. He looked like he was going to start walking toward his car without anything further, but then he held up his keys at her, like a question. Clary lifted an eyebrow in surprise, her eyes widening, but then, probably against her better judgement, she nodded her head and walked alongside him on her side of the fence, until she got to the end and rounded onto his driveway. She let him open the passenger side door without a sound and slid inside.

The car was surprisingly tidy for a male, although she didn't really have much to compare it to. No one really had their own car in New York, and especially none of the guys she had dated or any of her friends. It was all cabs or buses or the subway. They didn't talk as he turned the car on, waited for her to put on her seat belt, and then reversed out of the driveway.

And then they drove.

It must have been for hours.

She actually fell asleep in the passenger seat, lulled asleep by the quiet music playing on the radio, and the salty breeze coming from the open window as they drove alongside the beach, and the smell of his cologne. When she woke up, they were back in his driveway, and it was dark outside. He gave her a tiny smile as she got out of the car and she wiggled her fingers in a sort of goodbye wave, before going back into her own home.

She didn't even know his name.

It became a thing.

Once or twice a week, if they were both outside, they would gravitate toward his car, get inside, and drive until their minds didn't pound quite so hard. She learnt his name; not from him telling her, but from hearing someone call it out at school. He learnt her name as well, but she wasn't too sure how. At first they didn't really talk, although there was one time after a particularly bad fight, when tears were dripping down her face, and he reached across the center console and squeezed her thigh ever so slightly.

After that, they seemed to open up a little.

Sometimes she would sing along to the music on the radio—he seemed to like that, the way he gave her these soft looks out of the corner of his eyes.

He asked her about New York, she asked him about soccer.

She told him about Jonathon, he told her about his best friend, Alec Lightwood.

Most of the time, though, they traveled in silence, other than the music. And for some reason, she felt that that was when she understood him the most. Because they both just needed someone, someone who knew what they were going through without needing to try and put their feelings into words. They didn't necessarily want someone to talk to, just someone to be there.

They exchanged phone numbers at some point, maybe a month after all of their interaction started, and then their drives became more frequent, because even then even if one of them were okay, and they weren't trying to hide outside, they would come if the other needed them.

And then they would drive.

Clary had no idea what they were, but she knew that a couple of months after this had all started, they began holding hands, their fingers only unlacing when he needed to shift gear. The weight and warmth of his hand was comforting, and it made her feel relaxed, and a lot of the time, she fell asleep. She wasn't too sure what he told his friends about her, but they had started hanging out at school now, and his friends gave her these smiles in the hallways, as though they knew who she was. She hadn't really made any other friends, and he just one day started sitting at her lunch table.

And he held her hand when he walked her to class after.

There was this tension between them. This thing that they both knew was there, but they didn't want to push, just in case it changed things. If he tried to kiss her, Clary would kiss him back, and he knew that same about her, but neither of them made the first move. Because their lives were already mixed up enough, and full of uncertainty and worry; with their parents, with themselves, with their future—and they didn't want to risk the good thing that they had.

But when they were in his car...When they were racing along the highway next to the ocean, the waves crashing in on the surf...The windows wound all the way down so that Clary's hair was getting knotted beyond belief as it tangled around her face...The music turned all the way up so that even when she sung at the top of her lungs, she still couldn't properly be heard over the bass and the wind roaring in their ears...And there was this look in his eyes that promised that one day; one day they would just keep driving, just the two of them...And that was enough.

And it was the only time she felt like she was home.


Clary's stomach swooped and spun as Jace took a corner faster than he really should have, but still easily in control of the vehicle. It wasn't nerves with him behind the wheel, he'd never given her a reason not to trust him in the car, more just the rush of adrenaline that came with it. There was something old that she didn't recognise playing through the speakers because all they had were some old cassette tapes that Jace's boss had given them. Jace had assured Clary that he would make some upgrades so she could play her phone through the radio, but it had been a few months since the vehicle had been done and she had a feeling that he liked how original everything was inside and didn't want to make any changes. Clary wasn't going to bring it up again, though.

He already did so much for her.

"You good?" Jace glanced over at her when they were back on a straight again, his hand reaching over and resting easily on her thigh. Clary's smile was wide and genuine, her hand lifting from where it had been resting along the window frame and letting her fingers spread in the wind.

"I'm good," she replied, and Jace squeezed her leg once before his eyes stayed forward again. There was the ocean on one side, and it was a gorgeously breezy evening, the salty air filling the car and tangling Clary's hair that she'd forgotten to braid before they had left. She wasn't even going to think about it until she woke up tomorrow morning, she was too content right now. It had been a relatively easy week for her, Jace had had relatively early nights every day at the garage where he worked, Simon had confirmed his visit this weekend and now she was a passenger with the guy who made her happiest.

It hadn't actually been that long ago—three years, it had only been three years since she'd graduated—but her life was so completely different from how it had been then. She was completely different from who she had been back then.

Jace had been in the grade above her in school, he was a year older, and so he had graduated first. Coming up to his graduation, he had told her he would stay at his parents place, he would get a full time job and be out of the house most of the time anyway, but—Clary knew that it wouldn't work. It would still be bad. It hadn't mattered Jace's whole life, not when he'd been a kid and not now that he was an adult, and it wouldn't change just because he had a job. The only thing that had been stopping him from retaliating, from returning one of the punches from his father, had been Celine Herondale, but she had let Jace down, over and over again, choosing her husband every time. And it was only a matter of time.

She wouldn't have been able to live with the fact that she was the reason that Jace wasn't leaving the house, just to be close to her until she could leave as well, to make sure she wasn't alone on the nights when it got too bad. She had been adamant that he needed to leave, that she knew he wasn't leaving her, that she knew he was there, that she knew she wasn't alone. It hadn't been as bad as when they had first met, when she had been so achingly lonely and angry. Her parents were still together, for some reason—they weren't happy—and they still fought, but Jace had helped her find her feet at their school, introducing her to his friends and cousins, encouraging her to join the soccer team with Maia Roberts and even though a lot of things were still shit, it hadn't felt as though the world was ending anymore.

And after all of that, how much he had helped her, how much he had given her, she couldn't be the reason that after eighteen years, he didn't leave the house that had kept him trapped in his own nightmare.

He'd moved out the day after his graduation, Clary helping him pack his things while both of his parents were at work and carry them out to his car. Jace was worried Stephen Herondale might call the cops to say the car had been stolen once he realized that Jace had moved out since his name was technically on the insurance, and it made Clary sad to think about Jace's father driving around in the car that they had created so many memories in. But it didn't matter, because Jace just needed to be out, and he already had a tentative job lined up on the other side of the city, and a place with one of Alexander Lightwood's friends that he was looking at next week. He had stayed with the Lightwoods until he properly sorted himself, and things had been messy between the Herondales and the Lightwoods, but Robert and Maryse Lightwood made it clear they knew things weren't good in the Herondale household and that they wouldn't be asking Jace to leave. And it had gone well, it had been fine. Not great, but fine.

Things became strained between Clary and Jace for a while in her senior year, because Jace was now living a completely different life from her and it was difficult to adjust to that. They had been so used to being in the same worlds, and even closer, bonded together over something that had affected both of them. And it had made Clary worry, that maybe she was clinging to Jace because he had been the first good thing to happen in her life in so long, and that maybe they didn't really belong together, maybe as they grew older it would become clear they didn't actually have anything in common.

It had been over four years that they were officially together now, and even though insecurities still rose to the surface occasionally, she knew one thing for certain.

Her and Jace belonged together.

After she had graduated, she and Jace left California all together. It was something that they had already planned to do—it had always been her plan, to go back across the country to where Jonathan was—and having Jace at her side had just made the move so much easier. Things had still be difficult, financially and emotionally, as they needed to adjust, and working multiple jobs each for a while had been hard, but they had done it. They had lived with Jonathan and his girlfriend in their tiny flat for six months as they had saved money and tried to find where they fit in, before they had decided to move to a small, coastal town in New Jersey. Jace had managed to secure himself a job at a mechanics garage through one of the job's he'd held in New York, and within a few months there, he had been offered an apprenticeship that he'd taken without a second thought. It hadn't been the direction that he had thought his life was leading him in a few years ago, but it made him happy now. Clary had taken a few odd jobs to begin with, still trying to find something that made her content, until she had met Magnus Bane. She'd been working in his flower shop ever since, with hours that still meant she got to enjoy the afternoon sunshine and take photos with the old camera that Jace had brought her for their first Chrimstas together.

Her and Jace ate dinner together most nights, usually Jace cooking when he got home from work because he was better in the kitchen and he loved cooking for Clary. Clary did the grocery shop once a week and was acquainted with most of the people who worked at the grocers, the butcher who knew the cut of meat that Jace liked cooking with and Magnus' friend who was a manager at checkouts and would always greet her with a big smile. They had a house that was tiny but the perfect size for them, with a garden that was a bit unruly and a bright red mailbox that was completely mismatched from the colour of the house and a shower that they could barely turn around in but still managed to have sex in at least once a week, splashing water all over the tiled floor.

It was beautifully domestic.

Clary knew that.

It was weirdly domestic, one that had unsettled her to begin with, because she had never had this before; not when she had lived with her family, not when she had looked up to her parents, not with anyone. But that's what this was.

It was peaceful domesticity, one that filled her soul with contentment.

"We're almost there," Jace mentioned as he took a turn and Clary blinked as she refocused on her surroundings. His hand squeezed at her thigh, sliding up a little further so that his pinky finger disappeared under the short hem of her summer dress. Her tummy dipped at the feeling of his fingers tightening around her thigh, but she made sure to keep her breathing even as she picked up the bottle of water between the seats and took a long sip.

The turn they had taken meant they no longer had the ocean next to them, but the trees on either side were a pretty change of scenery, and it was only another minute or so before they reached their destination. They had been here a handful of times before—it had been Magnus who recommended the drive-in movie to them—and they'd loved it. It wasn't too far away from where they lived, only fifteen minutes from their home and the drive was along the coastline almost the whole way.

Maybe Magnus had also suggested the best places to park if they wanted privacy, but he hadn't told them that until after he had taken Alec there the last time he and Isabelle came to visit.

And maybe Jace and Clary had taken his advice every single time since.

"Oh, did you get back to Alec?" Clary asked to drag her thoughts away from things that would make her squeeze her thighs together. Jace seemed oblivious to her thoughts, his hand still high on her leg, as he hummed beside her.

"Yeah, I called him on my lunch," he replied as he pulled the car into the slightly bumpy driveway that lead into the field next to a patch of woods where the drive in was. "He said that him and Isabelle are going to come over the day after Christmas, because Maryse and Stephen would not be impressed if they weren't there on Christmas Day." Clary nodded understandingly. It was nice that some of their friends had good relationships with their parents, given both Alec and Simon didn't speak to theirs much, similar to Jace and Clary. "But—" he broke off as he slowed to a crawl and then a stop as they rolled through the gate and he reached out to hand cash to one of the people waiting before carrying on forward. "But I'm pretty sure Alec is going to be coming down sometime sooner anyway." Clary's eyebrows lifted and she jerked in her seat, as she grabbed at his arm.

"To see Magnus?" She asked and Jace nodded. "Oh my god, so they're actually pretty serious about each other? I thought maybe Magnus was exaggerating things with all of his—" she waved a hand playfully. "All of his pretty language." Jace let out a laugh as he squeezed her leg again.

"Yeah, Alec didn't really say anything, but Izzy has told me a few times about how much they've been messaging," Jace said as he pulled the car in close to a crop of unruly bushes and the rickety fenceline. It was the same place they had parked the last two times they were here, and it had worked well for them. Clary was already reaching for the snacks that they had brought, the bag of crisps and sweets and the big bottle of soda, and she wiggled around in her seat excitedly. Jace turned off the car and slipped back further in the leather seat, moving it backwards so that he had more leg room. It was stupid the way her mouth started watering as she saw his thighs spread out of the corner of her eye, and it was a good thing that he'd taken his hand away from her thigh to shift the gear into neutral.

It had been Spring for a month now, and although it was heating up, it wasn't too hot, it didn't feel stifling yet. Both of their windows were wound down—hers all the way, his only partially—and the breeze was nice but Clary already knew that she would need to wind it up soon now that the sun was going away. There was a blanket in the trunk, if they really needed it, and Clary would probably use it to wrap around herself when she fell asleep on their way back home, forcing Jace to carry her inside for the umptenth time.

There was a speaker set up not far from them that made a high pitched whistling sound as it was being adjusted before the sounds of the movie began, and Clary perked up, her attention shifting to the screen that was set up at the front of the field. It was far away, and she knew that Jace couldn't make it out completely clearly but he refused to wear his glasses, but it wasn't as though they hadn't seen this movie before. Clary had seen The Goonies too many times to count when she was younger, and when she had realised that Jace hadn't about a year ago, and they had watched it then.

There was an excited swirl in the pit of her stomach as the movie started, the same one she always got, and she leaned forward in her seat, grabbing at one of the bags of sweets and tearing it open. There was a low, amused laugh from Jace beside her, because he had told her that she wouldn't be able to hold out opening any of her snacks for longer than ten minutes after the movie started and she had retorted that he was wrong. He knew he was right, but he had just laughed and kissed her.

They didn't argue over things like that, they didn't argue much at all, but when they did, it was never with pointed words and a raised voice. Both of them had too much history inside them that they didn't want to project onto a partner, and they had been in therapy for as long as they had been able to afford it. For a while in New York it had been a group therapy session that had been a good starting point but really hadn't been more informative than what they could find online, but in the past year, they had both been able to see therapists separately. It had been good, good for both of them, because sometimes they did have issues with communicating, but it was because the last thing they ever wanted to do was hurt one another in any way. Therapy and space from their parents had helped a lot with that.

Jace's hand landed back on her thigh, this time with a lot more purpose as it slipped under her skirt boldly, although his eyes were still facing forward, as though focused on the screen. Clary's eyebrows pulled together for a moment, trying to force herself to keep her breathing even as she watched Mikey Walsh and his friends spying on the rundown restaurant run by the Fratelli's. His fingers were warm, and splayed out against the inside of her thigh, and she had to lick her tongue along her upper lip to stop herself from letting out a shuddering breath. She managed to hold out until Mikey and his friends were in the tunnels and Chunk was being interrogated, before she made the next move, purposefully sliding down in her seat so that his hand slid further up her thigh, fully hidden under the pink and white checkered skirt of her dress. She heard the huff of laughter from Jace and her neck tensed as she had to force herself not to turn to look at him, even though her interest in the movie had completely gone.

Jace only lasted another five minutes before he was hauling her across the centre console and into his lap.

"Oof," Clary gasped out as she was dumped into his lap before she was giggling and arranging herself. She had never been a particularly big fan of being short, she had hated it when she was younger and especially as a young teenager when everyone else seemed to be getting taller than her, but she'd accepted it. Now, she quite liked it. She liked being small next to her six foot boyfriend, how easily he could manhandle her and tuck her into his side. Like now.

"You really thought I'd be able to keep my hands off you when you're wearing that dress?" Jace grunted as Clary accidentally elbowed him in the chest before she was finally settled with her legs on either side of Jace's thighs, facing him and most definitely not looking toward the screen. Jace had a full view out the front and side and would easily be able to see if anyone was coming, but now that it was almost completely dark and they weren't near the bathroom stalls or where refreshments were sold, no one usually came into their corner. "What about—" Jace's question was answered as his hands skimmed up her thighs and reached her hips and quickly realized that there was nothing under the dress. No panties. His smile became sharkish, his fingers gripping bruisingly at her hips and pulling her forward so that she was pressed right up against him, no space between them. "Love it when you just wear this dress," Jace murmured as he leaned forward, his eyes on her mouth, bumping their noses together first before pressing their lips together,

"I know you do," Clary grinned into the kiss, both her hands coming up to hold his face, her short fingernails scratching lightly at his scalp. Jace didn't bother to start their kiss slow, letting her peck at him softly for just a moment before one of his hands was coming out from under her dress and grabbing at her chin. Clary let out a surprised whine before melting into him, easily submitting to his touch, and her hands fell to his shoulders. He was in a loose flannel shirt, the top buttons undone and showing off hints of chest hair, and Clary clawed at the well-worn fabric.

"Already impatient, huh?" Jace laughed under his breath, smirking as pushed her chin back a little, so his eyes could properly look at her face, and Clary whimpered at the distance between them. "Fuck I love you," he huffed out as his eyes skimmed over her. "So much." Clary's eyes widened at his admission, one that she heard daily but would never get tired of hearing. She pushed against the grip he had on her chin, swaying forward with her eyes focussed on his mouth, and Jace held her back for a moment, just liking the way that her gaze got a little more desperate and she made huffy noises under her breath, before he pulled her in close and kissed her again.

The amount of times that they had had sex in one of Jace's car was more times for her to count. It had been where they'd had their first time, and pretty much every time after that while they had still been in school. It had only been after Jace had graduated and started flatting that they were able to regularly start sleeping together in a bed. After they had moved in together with Jonathan and his girlfriend, they technically had a lot more access to being able to sleep together comfortably, but it was often…Tainted by the fact that on the other side of the thin wall of their bedroom, they could often hear Jonathan and his girlfriend doing the exact same thing. It had been mortifying and hilarious and something that they had all needed to navigate around, but maybe sometimes, Jace and Clary decided that before returning home from one of their date nights, that they would find somewhere quiet and fuck in the car with a giddy excitement that they used to have when it had all been new to them.

And maybe now, maybe sometimes, they did that again.

When Jace had first started working on his car, with his boss, he would tease Clary about how much he wanted her to ride him while he was sitting inside it, on the butter-soft leather seats that were worn with age. She came to visit him when he was working late a few times, and he'd pulled off her jeans and bent her over the bonnet of the car and bitten at her shoulder, telling her that he was going to fuck her in the car too many times to count once it was finished. And then once it was finished, just a month and a half ago, and he was riding that high, he took her out to a deserted lookout spot. The sun had been setting over the ocean, and the adrenaline from driving the powerful car had both of them laughing and clinging to each other and Jace slipping inside of her under the tiny skirt she had been wearing at the time.

He'd definitely kept his promise.

It hadn't been a lot of times that they'd fucked in this car but…Clary had already lost count of how many times it had been.

"Shit, sweetheart, keep your noises down, you didn't wind up your window," Jace chuckled against her throat as one of his hands worked under her skirt, his rough fingers scraping over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

"Oh, shit, I—" Clary huffed impatiently, looking back across to the passenger side of the car and where her window was still wound down. All the way. Part of her really couldn't be bothered, it seemed so far and she really didn't want to climb off Jace's lap. But the instant that his fingers brushed against the middle of her legs, tickling lightly at her trimmed pubic hair, she let out a barely cut off moan that was definitely loud and she knew that she was going to need to wind up her window. She let out a grumble but pulled away from Jace, her lips red and beginning to swell in a way that satisfied a possessive part of him. She wasn't sure when he'd wound up his own window, but clearly he had already been a step ahead of her. She clambered back across the centre console, reaching down for the handle to wind the window back up, and she could feel the cool air on the back of her legs, on her ass because her dress was pushed up around her waist, and she had just managed to get the window all the way up when Jace decided to grope at her ass, his fingers dangerously close to where she was getting steadily wetter. "Fuck!" Clary squealed, her body buckling at its awkward stretched angle, but she didn't tumble anywhere, not when Jace's hands quickly shifted to stabilise her, before tugging her back into his lap.

"That's better, huh, baby?" Jace kissed her once, twice, before his teeth nipped hard at her bottom lip and she shuddered against him. "You can never keep your noises down, always such a loud and needy thing." Clary whined again, and her legs tried to clamp closed, even though it was physically impossible with the way she was seated.

"Please, Jace, come on," she whined as she pulled at his shirt, managing to undo another few buttons so that his tanned chest was on display.

"Yeah? You're already ready for me, baby?" Jace rolled his hips upward, and she could feel how hard he was through the rough denim against her ass. "Don't need me to get you any more wet?" He was teasing, because he could be mean like that, because they both knew that was wet enough already. "Lemme just check, hm?" He let his head tip back against the headrest, watching her with knowing, half-lidded eyes as he held her in place with one hand, and the other slipped back under her skirt, this time not even hesitating before two fingers were sliding between her lips. The pubic hair at her slit was already curling and damp and she let out a whimper as she felt the two fingers prod against her clit, before adjusting and beginning to circle.

"Shit," Clary's hips jerked forward in Jace's lap at the touch. He knew exactly how to touch her, even when he couldn't see what he was doing, and the way the two fingers were touching her just hard enough to make her ache, but light enough to make her needily chase after his touch was the exact pressure she loved. "Nnghh, fuck, I…" she wasn't even sure what she was planning on saying, her hands clenching his flannel into fists, scrunching it up as her body tensed as he continued his movements. She hadn't meant to start rocking forward, but she did, and it didn't seem as though Jace minded at all, from the smug smile on his face as he watched her, still comfortably leaning back in his seat.

When he looked at her like that, when he watched her like that, it made her feel both shy and powerful. Because it was such a vulnerable moment, having someone watch as she experienced such intense pleasure, and even though she still had a thin slip of fabric covering her chest, she felt completely exposed. But at the same time, Jace was only able to make her feel this good because he knew her, inside and out, in every possible way, emotionally, mentally and physically, and his eyes were always so filled with fondness and love and arousal that even after the years that had gone past, he still looked at her as though she was only person on the planet, and that made her feel invincible.

"Go on, Clary," Jace murmured, and his lips shifted into a softer smile. "Cum for me, sweetheart." And it was as easy as hearing those words from him, the tension in her abdomen released, and she felt the stickiness between her legs spread, probably dampening Jace's jeans underneath her.

He didn't seem to care in the least.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," Jace growled out as he leaned forward, and it made it clear that the casual expression on his face had definitely just been a facade, because his eyes were fiery now as the hand that was still sticky with her arousal cupped her face and roughly pulled her forward. "Watching you cum for me—fuck, you're the prettiest thing in this fucking world." His tongue pushed between her teeth and licked at the top of her mouth and Clary still felt warm and fuzzy from her orgasm and her body just dissolved against his.

He was easily able to shift her with one arm and undo the zipper of his pants, jerking them down just enough to pull out his cock. There was a strip of condoms in the door of the car that Clary had seen him put there before they had left, and he took them out now, holding them up. Clary smiled as she took them from him, tearing one off and opening it. They didn't always use condoms, but when it was like this, it was just so much more cleaner to use one, not as many sticky tissues to worry about afterwards. He settled Clary easily back across his lap and pushed into her with one thrust.

Clary let out a muffled noise as her face fell forward to bury itself in his shoulder. Jace held her firmly in place as he pushed into her, letting her cling to him and whimper as he chased after his own orgasm. The windows of the car were all fogging up around them and as Jace changed his angle and Clary lifted her head, her hair brushing against the window, leaving smudge marks. He bounced her higher in his lap and she giggled as the top of her head bumped against the roof, before she was ducking her head forward again and kissing at the side of his neck.

Jace groaned as she sucked at the spot just underneath his ear, her teeth gently nibbling at the skin and making him fuck up into her harder before his nails were digging into her sides so hard that she could feel the pinch through the fabric and he came. Clary's teeth moved away from his neck and changed to dropping kisses against the reddened skin as he breathed heavily, slumping back into his seat.

"Want candy?" Clary mumbled after a few minutes had passed by and she could feel the stickiness between them turning cold and unpleasant.

"Yeah, and the wipes," Jace said quietly, and Clary laughed under her breath as she straightened herself up before slipping into the passenger seat and taking in a few deep breaths of her own. Her legs still felt unsteady, but not as shaky as they had been before. She reached into the glovebox for the wet wipes that she'd packed, when she'd stored their snacks and Jace had been adding the condoms, passing them over before she took the lid off her lemonade soda and took a long drink.

The windows were even more fogged up than they had been a few minutes ago, and the air was thick with the smell of Clary's perfume and sex, and she reaching over to wind her window down and let some fresh air in.

"Oops," she made a face at her lover, her everything, and he grinned back at her, copying her by opening his own window.

"I love you," he responded, already looking all put together, his pants closed up and finishing wiping down his hands while his eyes were locked on the caramel sweets that Clary had brought for him. Clary felt her face prickle, warm from their activities and his easy words.

"I love you too," Clary answered.

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