"You. Did. What?!"

"Calm down Izzy, people are staring," Clary pleaded, eyes glancing from her raven-haired friend to the looks of passers by brought on by her outburst. She should have known it was a bad idea to share what happened on her last workout on a shopping day with Isabelle.

"I will not calm down, just like you didn't calm down last Friday." She exclaimed. "I can't believe this, just wait until I tell Simon"

"You wouldn't."

"Well he is going to be at Jace's famous beach party, so he will put two and two together," Isabelle reasoned. "Do you know what you are in for with this party? I didn't think it was your style."

"It's just a beach party, Iz. I'm not that much of a recluse," Clary huffed, eyeing the storefronts, trying to find anything worth a look inside.

"Oh, my sweet, innocent child. This is not any ordinary beach party. You can't just rock up in a swimsuit and sarong and call it a day," Iz laughed, with an air of authority that irked Clary. If there was one thing she hated, it was being in the dark.

"What else am I meant to wear to a 'Beach Party', Iz?" Clary exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air. By this time they had stopped aimlessly walking, hovering to the left of the aisle of the mall. Careful to ignore the annoyed, judgmental stares they were receiving for blocking a portion of the path.

"If it's anything like the last one you are better off shopping in there," she smiled, her tanned arm elongating to point to the small boutique to the right of Clary. The redhead's jaw dropped, noting the high amount of lace and limited full coverage fabric that she could see on display.

Gulp.

…

Clary was in way over her head.

She could hear the music pumping. The loud chatter of the crowd. The clinking of glasses. Her heart was thrumming to the beat as her heels clicked along the wooden deck to the entryway.

She didn't bother knocking, knowing no one would hear her over the music, closing the door firmly behind her as she braced herself to turn around.

She turned slowly, keeping her gaze on the floor, slowly raising it, eyes widening as she took in the scene in front of her. She had been warned of what exactly to expect by Izzy, but that was still nothing compared to actually seeing the scene that was opening up before her.

Skin. That was all she saw at first. Naked skin. Barely covered skin. Glistening skin. Skin touching skin.

The house was open plan. Spacious. Dimly lit. And filled with grinding bodies.

Clary felt her steps stumble from the shock. Yep. She was definitely in over her head here. Last week was her first time doing such acts in public. And even then it was an empty room. This seemed like a large step. She hadn't even had a threesome yet, let alone attended what looked like an orgy.

She collected herself. Locking her knees, pushing her shoulders back, taking a deep breath. Preparing herself as she would for one of her training sessions with Jace. This was just another training session. A really, really unconventional training session. That is how she managed to get her feet to move her through the sweaty bodies as she made her way to the kitchen. She needed a drink. A strong one.

…

Clary was two drinks in. She had so far only nervously been pacing the rooms, too out of her limit to even think of engaging at this point. She was hoping to see Jace. She wasn't sure of the boundaries in this situation.

Was she meant to be with him since he invited her?

Was that presumptuous of her to think she was entitled to his time when he was the host?

Is he judging her for not participating?

Will he think she is judging him by not participating?

Her internal spiral into madness was halted as she met his eyes, peering at him over the rim of her glass. Her eyes lowered. Moving down his bare, tanned chest. Lingering on his abs. Eyes pausing at his waist as they came into contact with the back of a blonde head.

She gasped, heart stammering, her thighs pressing closer together. Clary continued looking over the scene before her. The girl's torso was bare, Clary's eyes moved down her exposed back until they met the edge of blue lace. The blonde's hands ran along the edge of her underwear, fingers hooking in the blue waistband on the other side of her hips as one hand moved back to the front.

Clary felt herself losing control as one hand dropped to finger the waistband of her own underwear mindlessly. Her fingers cold from the glass it had previously been clutching, that now rested in just one hand against her heated chest. She could feel her eyelids lowering as she focussed on the movements of the girl. The way that her hair moved, following the back and forward motion of her head.

Clary moved her eyes back up to look at Jace's face, sure that he would be focussed on the actions of the girl below him. And yet his gaze briefly met hers once again as his eyes lowered to where her free hand had drifted. Her chest swelled, pleased that she managed to capture his attention as much as he had hers. She now noticed the arms of another girl wrapping around Jace from behind, mouth moving along his neck in slow, wet movements. Yet, she didn't feel jealous. If anything it only encouraged her to give in.

Aware that Jace's eyes had not strayed from where her hand was running across her skin, drawing a line from hip to hip she dared to move her fingers lower down. Her fingers delved down, pausing as she touched her tightly clamped thighs, fingers resting on the outside of her underwear, stoking with the lightest amount of pressure. Not wanting to give everything away just yet, he could wait a moment. Jace's head snapped up to hers, eyes ferocious. Hungry. This only spurred her on, making her feel especially bold in her movements and not caring about the crowd that she was drawing around herself.

She dragged her glass across her chest, the ice cold surface cooling her skin as she moved in to sit on the bench beside her. She continued the movements of her hand, rubbing the outside of her underwear, moving between her thighs. She made the slightest of movements, widening her legs to give a clearer view as she hooked her fingers around the dark green lace of her underwear, moving it to the side so that she could feel exactly how wet these public acts of depravity made her.

She could tell that Jace was losing his grip. His hands moved to grip the head of the kneeling blonde, as he thrusted into her mouth. Clary struggled to maintain her view of him but she could feel herself being swept up in the moment. Her head lolled back, rolling to rest on her right shoulder. She lent back to rest on the counter, using it to support her body, the edge hitting her lower back.

Clary continued her movements, eye flickering open to see what she could of Jace until she gave up and went instead to thinking of their last time together. How good his roughened fingers felt inside of her. The feeling of his hard body pushed against her's.

And then the feeling of his skin against hers was no longer imaginary. His large hand cupped her smaller one, stilling her movements as she opened her eyes to gaze up at him. Her eyes pleaded, she was so close. He couldn't make her stop now. And then he was guiding her hand, moving it against her. Rougher than she had been previously. His pace picked up. Clary's own hand faltered as the pleasure became too much, but the focussed look in his eyes urged her to continue. And then she let go. Her back arched, pushing her abdomen into Jace. Her legs buckled beneath her, Jace's free arm curling to wrap around her and support her as he waited for her to come back down to earth.

Clary took a moment to collect herself. She knew that she should feel some form of shock at what she had just done. And yet she didn't. She wasn't sure of the rules, maybe she made the wrong call but it was so freeing to not care for once.

"You made it," Jace smiled, laughing as Clary raised her eyes to meet his, blinking slowly and shaking her head to clear it.

"This is some beach party," she joked.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself so far," he stated smugly, eyes glancing down to where her hands were straightening her panties. "I didn't think you had it in you."

"When in Rome,"she smiled, glancing around at the few onlookers that remained watching their exchange. Though most had directed their attention to other performances, or starring in ones themselves.

"How do you feel after that? It was quite the performance for a newbie," he said in a hushed tone, moving down to be closer to her ear, making the words and conversation private.

"Surprised, if I'm to be honest," she answered honestly. There was no point in hiding after what she had done, and it was the closest she could come to describing the overwhelming onslaught of feelings she was experiencing right now. "I don't know what came over me."

"You should let go more often. It was a sight to behold." His hands moved to grip her hips, centering himself as he now looked down at her face, directly into her eyes.

Clary felt her skin reddening as she blushed, looking down. She didn't know what to say to that.

"Don't go all shy on me now, Red. The night has only just begun."

AN

Thank you to everyone that reviewed. Your encouragement of both the story and my drinking habits was wonderful.

Hope you enjoyed part 2, of what now will be a three part story as inspiration struck.

Part 3 will be up shortly, just editing now. What do we think is going to happen?

Let me know what you think! Have a good life until the next one!