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Twenty-five years old Jace is a firm believer in relationships, marriages and families. But that doesn't mean that in the meantime, he can't have fun. But one day, this fun doesn't have the same consequences as the ones he is used to. Is he ready to assume what comes with this one night stand, or will it be too much for him?
‼️Rated M - {Out Of Characters/All Human/Alternate Universe}‼️
‼️Humour/Romance/Family/Friendship‼️
‼️Clace/The Morgensterns/Original Characters‼️
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Chapter 1: Wake-Up Calls (1,3K)
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Jace's PoV.
The sun rays of a Sunday morning caressed Jace's skin, making him open his eyes with well-being. And before even having to open his eyes, Jace knew that he wasn't in his room. It wasn't the floral fragrance that was tickling his nose or the unusual brightness due to a lack of shutters that gave it away; but rather the very good memory he had of the night he just had.
The night before, he went out with a friend of his, but he certainly didn't go back home with that said friend. A petite redhead lured him to her apartment (though he was more than willing to be lured), and kept him awake for most of the night. Jace had to say, the redhead, Clary, was a little bundle of surprise.
First of all, he personally didn't know that many young women would just walk up to a guy and straight-up propose sex, without even trying to flirt a little beforehand. Second, he didn't expect tiny, little Clary to be so wild in bed. She literally gave him a night of mind-blowing sex. The kind of sex that every guy dreams of, just so he can brag to his friends later on.
If he were honest with himself, Jace was actually considering taking Clary's details to reiterate their night of passion. Contrarily to many of his friends, Jace was a firm believer in relationships that could work and lead to marriage, family and all that it includes. But that didn't mean that he couldn't have fun meanwhile. And this was exactly what yesterday night was. Fun.
Slowly, he opened his eyes and immediately met the white of the ceiling that was echoing with the white on the walls. And though Jace might think that so much white would be austere, and make the room appear clinical, the room was still very warm. It was probably due to the wooden furniture, or the warm grey of the covers; nonetheless, the room was inviting, and for more than just the bed.
He glanced around, seeing that the room was actually larger than he remembered, and a wry smile grew on his lips when he saw both of their clothes on the floor. But before he actually started early analysing the content of the bedroom, Clary shifted a little next to him, awakening certain parts of his body.
With a small and playful grunt, Jace wrapped his arms around the tiny redhead, kissing the skin of her neck and shoulder to wake her and have another round of what they have done for most of the night. The girl pressed her warm body a little closer against his own, apparently feeling where his mood was going. Especially when she said, with a voice slightly broken by sleep:
"Aren't you supposed to be dead to the world? I mean, after all those nightly activities, I figured that morning sex was off the grid."
Jace smirked, his hand travelling on her porcelain skin from her hand to her shoulder as he said: "What can I say? Laying next to a temptress like you could make me burn some records."
She playfully chuckled, but Jace suddenly found a new focus that made him frown. "Didn't I strip you to Eve's wear yesterday night?"
"I had to go pee. And sleeping in the nude is not my favourite thing."
Jace did not retort a single thing to that, because he had more interesting things in mind than to understand why Clary didn't like sleeping in the best pyjamas ever (meaning non). He was about to heat things up, when Clary rolled on her stomach and reached for something under the bed. Then, she upped herself on her elbows, mumbling that she just had to check something, and Jace tried to retake her in his arms and make her forget about anything that wasn't him.
"Come on, Clary. Leave that mobile, and let me play with you …" He trailed in her ear, biting the lobe while he was at it. But Clary did not have the reaction that he was expecting. She suddenly sat up, shoving Jace's hand away from her as she exclaimed:
"Shit! Move. You've got to go!"
Without even giving Jace the time to assimilate anything, Clary threw him his clothes, telling him to dress up quickly as she was widely opening the window of her room to let the fresh air breathe in. Not even a microsecond later, Clary pulled Jace by his arm, yanking him through her apartment with the same vigour that she used the night before. But instead of being in a hurry to take him to bed, she was in a hurry to throw him out.
As he was so brusquely rushed toward the front door, Jace did his best to button his work shirt (noting somewhere in his mind that he should probably invest in casual Friday clothes). When he was finally somewhat decent, the two of them were in front of the door, and Clary turned to smile at him, flattening the collar of his shirt.
Jace let his eyes fly all over the small woman standing in front of him. She was herself still in her dark red lace underwear, her scarlet hair wild and obvious proof of their wild night. He could even see marks of his fingers every now and then on her milky skin, where he held her a little bit tighter. He looked at her green eyes, seeing them gleam with many emotions.
She briefly smiled at him, before tapping his chest and apologising: "Sorry for this rude dismissal. But you gotta go."
And on those words, she swiftly opened the door, ready to throw Jace out of her apartment with style. But before Jace could even try to ask her what this fuss was all about, his eyes set on two people that were standing on the threshold.
There was a tall mixed race man with dark hair, and eyes as dark as his hair while his skin was fairly pale. He was dressed rather nicely, though it was casual. In his arms, he was holding a little girl of five, maybe six years old. She was wearing a blue floral dress that complimented the complexion of her chocolate skin. Her eyes were huge and green, giving the impression that she could swallow one's soul just by looking at them. And her hair was auburn and curly, and it was obvious that the man struggled to do her hair in the morning.
The man briefly glanced at Jace, before looking at Clary and covering the girl's eyes as he said: "Get dressed, Clary!"
Then, he closed the door while Clary looked down on herself to see that she was not wearing much. She rolled her eyes, before frowning a little and turning to Jace, accusing him: "Why didn't you tell me that I was half-naked?"
"Because I was enjoying the show. Who was that?" Jace retorted, not liking the logical combination his brain was making.
Clary ignored him and picked a trench coat from the hanger before opening back the door, not allowing Jace to demand any explanations about what just happened. As soon as the door opened, the little girl smiled again, and Clary took her in her arms as the young girl said as if sharing a secret: "You know what, Mom? Dad promised to take us to the water park today."
"That is if Mommy isn't too tired with her nightly activities," The man retorted, giving a meaningful look at Clary. The two of them exchanged silent talks, leaving Jace feeling extremely uncomfortable at this situation he found himself in.
Clary gently smiled at the little girl before kissing her forehead and saying: "Just give me an hour to get my coffee and get ready." Then, she glanced at Jace and told him: "Thanks again, Jace. Last night was … fun."
The man entered the apartment, while Jace left. And just as Clary closed the door, Jace heard the little girl asking if she could wear her green swimwear.
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💚 Cassandra Clare owns the names of the characters from the Mortal Instruments franchise, Everything else is mine (including the mistakes and grammar errors).
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