A/N: Hey, thank you to everyone who has read my story so far. I'm enjoying writing it, so here's a pretty quick update. I hope you'll like it.
Chapter Two
Jonathan POV
An hour later we're in front of the house saying our goodbyes to mum and Luke. Luke takes me to one side and glances at me hesitantly, "Jon, if you ever need anyone to talk to, I'm here for you. You know, being a werewolf and all I do have some inkling on your inner struggles."
I want to grimace, but instead I fake smile at him, "I know, thanks Luke. It'll be ok, I've got Clary."
Luke takes a breath and I can see him struggling with his next words, "That's another thing I wanted to speak to you about," he pauses, so I just look at him expectantly, " I'm not sure if I should say anything, and Jon, I only say this because I care about you and I know that you care about Clary. I know how close you two are, some may think unnaturally close. I know this has never been a problem here where we live such secluded lives, but in New York, you need to try to give her some space to experience things a girl her age should experience. She should have girlfriends, date and all that and she won't do it with you lurking in the shadows every minute of every day, and honestly I only say this, because I know how possessive that demon side can become," I gape at him incredulously, so he quickly continues, "And you've been doing such an amazing job at keeping that side of you at bay. Your mum and I are so very proud of you. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"
I can feel lava shooting through my veins. I imagine grabbing Luke's throat. I picture ripping that stupid head of his, off his shoulders. Rage floods me. I can see Luke taking a step back, holding his arms out as if to placate a wild dog. I inhale deeply and look at Clary's slight frame in the background hugging Jocelyn, slowly I can feel myself calming, I take another breath before speaking through gritted teeth, "Luke, thanks for the tip," I try to smile, but I'm sure it looks more like a grimace, " I know my demon better than anyone and of course I won't stop Clary from living her life. But thanks for the reminder, Luke." I fix my gaze on him, so he won't push the subject any further. It seems to work.
Luke eyes me carefully, "I knew you'd get it", he hugs me awkwardly and swiftly turns towards Clary and Jocelyn.
What the fuck just happened? 'Lurking in the shadows,' is he for real? As if I'd stop her having fun, but the truth is, we've always been inseparable. I need to talk to Clary about this to gauge her thoughts, she might actually find this funny. Only this morning she referred to New York as being 'our' adventure. She is my best friend. My sister. I can feel my Demon querying why she would need anyone else, but I know better than to fall for his wants. I feel vexed. I bite the inside of my cheek. I taste blood. The rage starts thrashing again. I'm desperately trying to remain cool.
Then it hits me 'boyfriend.' Clary is seventeen now. Of course she'd want to date and someone will get to spend every minute with her. They'll take those Clary minutes away from me. They'll get to hold her, kiss her, share her bed. Fuck, what's wrong with me. Of course I know that I won't have her forever. She's my sister, and naturally one day she'll build a family of her own and she won't need me then. Knots are forming in my stomach, my lungs are starting to feel like they're filled with lead, "She's my sister, I love her, I want her to be happy, she's my sister and I love her and I want her to be happy," I keep repeating this mantra over and over again until my Demon shuts up. My mouth still feels ashen. I need to speak to her. I need to find out her feelings about this whole thing. I want her to be happy, right?
Jocelyn comes my way, "Jon, you've got everything you need? Here's some emergency contacts," she hands me a piece of paper, " And money of course. We've opened you guys a mundane bank account for your lives in New York," she hands me a piece of paper with the details, "And I'm sure someone from the New York institute will show you the ropes." She studies me, "Look after Clary, look after yourself and remember you're loved son," she touches my chest where my half Demon and half Nephilim heart resides and smiles at me warmly.
Jocelyn and I have a complicated relationship. She carries all that guilt within her from abandoning me as a baby and often tries too hard, but she's given me Clary, and for that I tolerate it. I smile at her and hug her, "Thanks mum, I will," I kiss her on the cheek, which feels odd, but that's what affection is. It doesn't come naturally to me, unless it's Clary related affection. I know that's what humans do to show affection to mothers, so I do it to appease her and it works.
She smiles at me softly and whispers, "You make me so proud Jon." I wonder if I should say something, but stop myself. This now feels way too awkward for my liking.
Suddenly there's a gust of wind surrounding us and I hear a crackling sound, followed by a visible portal opening in thin air. Through it steps the most ridiculous looking warlock ever. He's dressed in a purple velvet suit with a bright yellow cravat fastened around his neck and he's wearing eye shadow, how original. I roll my eyes. He notices and I can see him studying me, for a second I worry that he sees my Demon, but that's impossible, right? No one can find out. I'd be thrown out of the Shadowhunter community or worse, which would mean no Clary, so I know how important it is for me to seem human, always. It's our biggest family secret for sure.
"Hey everyone," says the odd guy chirpily and way too cheerily. Straight away I have the urge to strangle him, too.
"Get a grip," I tell myself, I'm seriously on edge today. It started this morning, after I woke from a disturbing dream. Clary and I were having a picnic in the scorching heat. Clary sat across from me on the blanket, drawing. She was wearing a short yellow dress, with delicate straps that showed off her lovely clavicle. Her legs were propped up to support the sketch book. I glanced down and wished I hadn't. There was a sweat droplet travelling down her leg. I was momentarily transfixed. My eyes followed the line to her ankle. But then, I had this all consuming urge to find out its starting point, so I followed the line slowly back up; up her calf, across the side of her knee, up her delicious thigh, all the way up until I couldn't see any further. This frustrated me to the point of insanity. This intense urge to taste her took hold of me. I needed to lick that droplet off her leg. To let my tongue scoop up her taste. To follow the line all the way up between her legs. To bite the inside of her thighs. To find out the exact starting point of that droplet's journey. To taste her and lick her all over. To mix our scents.
I shook my head out of my disturbing thoughts and looked at her again. She suddenly shifted her position and that didn't help me at all. I was suddenly faced with her lacy red knickers hugging her closely. I couldn't look away. I was hypnotised by the shape of her sex. I wanted to look underneath that lace, so much. To rip it off. To rub my face against her most private part. To bask in her fragrance. It took me an immense amount of self control to finally avert my gaze. Clary looked up at me then, smiling, completely unaware of my awful thoughts. She then changed position again, and when she leaned forward I got mesmerised by the outline of her delicate breasts. I couldn't help myself. It was too much. I leaned forward to rub them. My hand glided across her chest. I could feel her hard nipple through the fabric, against the palm of my hand. Almost instantly, I smelled her arousal. The sweetest scent of all. I looked up at her then, she likes this. Our eyes connected. Her beautiful green eyes peered at me from under her thick lashes, she leaned her head back and slowly began to part her legs. "Jon," she moaned breathlessly.
That's when the dream cut off and I woke up with a raging hard on pressed against Clary's perky little butt. I must have rolled into her in my sleep. My Demon was roused, begging me to press harder into her, to rub myself against her. I shifted slightly and could feel my dick being hugged by both her cheeks. I bit my lip then to stifle a moan. The sensation of her around me, it was almost enough to send me over the edge. My Demon implored me to roll her over. To ravish her. To make her scream. All of a sudden, I remembered her sweet moan from my dream and felt my dick twitch against her. I instantly stilled. I was freaking out, 'what if she's awake?' I listened to her heartbeat and assured myself that she was definitely still asleep, before carefully rolling away from her. I threw my hand in my face and almost mauled my eyes out. I was beside myself.
I was absolutely repulsed by the dream and my body's reaction to her, wasn't I? The continuous state of arousal didn't help. All the while I was losing the battle with my Demon. I dared a peek at her and regretted it instantly. I could see the outline of her perky breast through her tank top. The feel of her breasts from my dream tormented me. I started losing my restraint once more. My hand involuntarily grabbed my dick then. I rubbed my thumb against the tip and swallowed a groan. What the fuck was I doing, with Clary right next to me. 'Please, please don't do this, please get hold of yourself,' I kept repeating to myself and somehow I managed to stop myself from making the ultimate mistake. I wanted to run, to run as far away as possible. But I couldn't leave yet, in case I ran into someone. I closed my eyes, holding my breath again. Scenting her now would definitely send the Demon over the edge. Slowly I calmed, just in time for Clary to wake. I knew straight away that this was getting out of hand. Really, I shouldn't be sleeping in Clary's bed anymore, not at our age, not if this was my newest reaction to her. I can't help it though, I need her. She calms me. I sleep best when she's close. I know it's selfish of me.
I stir myself out of my thoughts and see Jocelyn grinning widely at this strange and super annoying magician, next she throws herself at him, "Hello Magnus old friend," she turns and points at us, "My daughter Clary and my son Jonathan."
"Hey guys, so great to finally meet the illusive Fairchild children. Let's go, let's go, things to do and people to meet," this Magnus guy smiles at us, just cheesy urgh.
Clary waits for me and grabs my hand, smiling at me softly. For a second I'm back in that dream and my dick twitches in response, I shake myself out of it, "Get a grip" I tell myself. I give her a nod, we turn, Clary waves at Jocelyn and Luke, I nod my head again, just like a robot would do. Nothing human comes naturally to me, so it's almost like I put myself into the 'goodbye' mode. We step through the portal that will take us to New York.
A/N: So what did you think? It was getting a bit hot in that dream scene wasn't it? New York next, where we'll meet all of the usual suspects; Jace, Izzy and Alec, so stay tuned for more. I'll try to update soon.
