pretty as dreamin', a mortal instruments fanfic

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"We'll just go do one more and then I need to get this girl home," Maia Roberts snorted as she looked over at Clarissa Fray, whose eyes were glazed, pale skin was flushed pink and smile was more than a little lopsided where she was sprawled out comfortably on the ground, where she had melted after they had finished their last round of Monopoly. Isabelle Lightwood laughed as she looked down at Clary, who was well known to be one of the biggest light-weights among them, especially when they were drinking and smoking at the same time, which was why she was only on her second glass of cheap wine while most of others were on their fourth or fifth, although she hadn't really been keeping away from the joints.

"Yesssss," Clary wiggled her eyebrows as she shuffled around and pulled her head up so that she could rest on Maia's lap, her girlfriend looking down at her with a smile as she pushed some of her red hair away from her eyes and then trailed her fingertips down the side of Clary's face, over her jawline. "You going to take me home, baaaaby?" Alexander Lightwood snorted from where he was sitting a few feet away from Clary, and Maia just grinned over at him before looking back down at Clary, her own eyes a lot clearer than her girlfriends because Maia wasn't particularly interested in drinking, she had been sticking with the joints that Isabelle was rolling.

"Yeah, I'm going to drag your ass all the way home, across the hall," Maia replied, bending forward to brush a quick kiss against Clary's forehead before looking back over at Isabelle. "You got another one for us?"

"Of course," Isabelle grinned as she took another joint out of the little pink tin that she usually carried around in her bag, Raphael Santiago shifting slightly so that she could reach over to hand Maia the joint, before settling back between both of her boys comfortably. Maia reached forward, squishing Clary's head a little as she grabbed one of their spare lighters off the chipped wooden coffee table, before she was propping the joint into the corner of her mouth and lighting it up.

"You roll the best joints, babe," Maia sighed through her teeth as the smoke escaped from the corners of her mouth, and the smoke that curled from the end of the joint had a sweet tinge to it. Her girlfriend was smiling from where she was laying across the floor, her head on Maia's lap, lifting up her hand from where it had been buried in Chairman Meow's fur. "Here," one of Maia's eyebrows quirked slightly as she ignored Clary's hand and brought the joint directly to her lips. Clary's eyes widened at the gesture, but she didn't say anything as she inhaled, not quite as deeply as she could when sitting up, but enough to be happy.

Besides, her attention was on her girlfriend anyway, watching as she pulled her hand away, smirking a little as she reached out to pass the joint along to Alexander Lightwood. He'd seen the whole thing, and when Clary lowered her eyes to look over at their friend, he was grinning at her red cheeks as he lit up the end of the joint and then made a face, although he didn't say anything as he held his breath, passing what was left to Magnus Bane, sitting up on the sagging armchair.

"I really don't like these flowery ones," he muttered as he exhaled and leaned back before coughing a few times and wrinkling his nose some more.

"Then smoke your own shit," Isabelle replied breezily, not even opening her eyes from where she was curled up in Raphael's lap, her feet in Simon Lewis', the three of them squeezed on the tiny couch. "You know we bring the best shit so quit complaining." Maia snorted and Clary giggled, sounding absolutely fucking adorable, because they all knew that just because Isabelle rolled lavender and mugwort into her joints, Raphael got his weed from some 'friend of a friend' who grew the best stuff.

And it wasn't like Clary minded at all, she loved the burning smell of Isabelle's herbs with the weed, sometimes there were rose petals as well, and she always slept so good after smoking the joints with lavender. And she loved the way that Maia tasted after they had smoked them, along with the sweet corners of her mouth from the lemonade that she had been drinking. Maia pulled back and booped her on the nose with her finger before she was straightening up to look over at Magnus with raised eyebrows.

"We're going to head out now," she said and Magnus nodded, although his attention was definitely mainly on Alec, who was touching his ankles, running his fingers over his partners delicate feet. Maia got to her feet and helped Clary up, the redhead swaying against her side before finding her balance.

"We'll see you guys tomorrow, right?" Simon piped up, his words slightly slurred as he smiled at them, his eyes half closed and Clary laughed, glad that she wasn't the most intoxicated one there. It was usually down to her and Simon, and Maia and Alec were generally the ones who were most sober. Maia was never particularly interested in drinking, bad history with it from her childhood and adoptive parents, but she never had any problem with her friends doing it, so she was only ever really interested in smoking. But that worked, because she loved looking after Clary, loved taking her girl home and helping get her into bed.

"Yes—and I made us all new matching masks! I finished sewing them all last night," Clary remembered the ladybird fabric she had gone a little overboard with, making facemasks for all her friends as well as for all the librarians she worked with at the university library. "I'll bring them over tomorrow before we head out."

"Thank you, baby, we love you for keeping our faces looking so stylish," Magnus smiled, slightly drunkenly, as he tipped his head back to look at the two women as they walked past his chair, and Clary leaned down to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Love you, babies!" Isabelle called from the couch and Maia lifted her chin by way of goodbye, while Clary wiggled her fingers, leaning against Maia who had her arm looped around Clary's waist. Clary had a bag and they both had masks that they collected off the table by the door, but one of the bonus' about most of their gatherings happening at Alec and Magnus' apartment, was the fact that they lived right down the hall. Maia was already pulling the keys for their apartment out of her jeans, Clary wrapping her arms around her girlfriends back and hooking her chin over Maia's shoulder. Maia grinned as she easily unlocked the door, her keys jingling together as she pushed open the door and they stumbled forward as she moved forward before Clary was expecting. They laughed as they steadied themselves, and Clary fumbled for the light switch, breathing in deeply through her nose once the overhead light switched on. When she properly opened her eyes again, she nearly pitched over and Maia had to help balance her.

"Oop—okay, baby, yeah—I think it's time I get you to bed," Maia laughed as she circled an arm around Clary's waist, tugging her in close against her side. Clary's eyes lit up, as though something had occurred to her.

"You're coming with me to bed, right?" She asked, wiggling her shoulders as she tugged on Maia's hand, but then her eyes widened as something else occurred to her before she heard what Maia's response was, even though she really knew what the answer was. "Wait—we have to water the babies!" She almost pulled away from Maia, toward the sink where her purple watering can was tucked beside their kettle.

"We did that before we left, remember?" Maia laughed as she pulled Clary back in, and Clary hummed as though she wasn't too sure but she trusted Maia. Their plants often got watered slightly more than necessary because Clary's terrible short term memory usually meant she was wandering around and giving them a bit more loving than they needed, but that was one of the many things that Maia was there to help her with.

"I love you so much," Clary mused as they walked around the corner, pushing aside the gauzy silver and green fabric that was hanging down from their doorway, and there was a dull glow coming from Clary's purple galaxy night light beside the bed.

"I love you too, Red," Maia murmured as she turned so that she could face her girlfriend, tugging her in closer by hooking one of her fingers in the belt loop of her ripped jeans, the other hand coming up to cup her face to bring her in close. Clary let out a happy sigh as their noses came together, rubbing against one another before their lips pressed together softly. Maia's lips were a bit dry, with sugary corners from her earlier drinks, while Clary's were a little tacky from her lipgloss and the blueberry wine she'd been sharing with Magnus and Isabelle, but their kisses got wetter as they got deeper, Maia turning Clary around so that was backing up against the bed, and then falling back onto the mess of duvets, pillows and Squishmallows. They bounced a few times as Clary's legs fell apart, curling around Maia's and wrapping around them, giggling as she tugged her lover in as close as she could get her with their clothes still separating them, rubbing their noses together again before their lips were sliding back together.

"Get this...Off," Clary struggled a little to push the denim jacket off Maia's shoulders, and underneath she only had on a grey sports bra that meant Clary suddenly had access to a lot more smooth skin as she triumphantly shoved the jacket off and it was dropped off the side of the bed.

"Come on, pretty girl, let me get you out of this," Maia pulled away to push up on one arm, her bicep flexing in a way that had Clary biting down on the corner of her lower lip. It was a bit more difficult to get Clary out of her purple singlet while laying down, but the way that Maia so easily straddled Clary's hips afterwards and reached down to undo the front clasp of the grey lacy bra Clary was wearing that so that the cups fell open made it all worth it. "That's better," Maia wiggled her eyebrows playfully as she took in her girlfriend's naked torso, tracing a finger down her chest and toward her bellybutton, which was pierced with an adorable pink and yellow daisy piercing at the moment.

"Not fair if I'm the only one showing," Clary shuffled her hips underneath Maia, bucking up a little to get her attention, although her movements were clumsy given how heavy her limbs were. Maia just grinned down at her before rolling off to quickly undress and throw her clothes on the ground. Clary considered pushing herself up onto her elbows and slipping the straps out of her bra, but it felt like a lot of effort to do by herself, so she just happily laid back on the bed and stared up at the large poster of Catra that she had very purposefully pinned opposite their bed when they had first moved in together, smiling idly before looking back down at Maia, who was now stripped completely down to just her grey underwear. She pushed her fingers through her curls, even though they just fell back in front of her face, and Clary held out her hands, making grabby fingers that had Maia grinning before she was falling carefully back onto the bed. Clary laughed as she bounced, grabbing at Maia's shoulder and pulling her in for a messy kiss where their noses were bumping and their teeth clicked together.

"Fuck, I love your hair," Maia murmured as she pulled back, pushing up on one hand next to Clary's head so that her long fingers could stroke through the strands of red hair that had fallen from the messy braids that Clary's hair was woven into to keep it pulled back.

"Yeah, I know, you got a thing for redheads," Clary scrunched her nose.

"Definitely started with Kim Possible," Maia agreed without hesitation. "Kim Possible was a fucking babe." Clary let out an unattractive snort that just made Maia fall more in love before smothering kisses down one side of Clary's face while sliding a hand under her waist to help her arch further upwards. Clary let herself be easily maneuvered, getting her bra out from between her body and the bed covers, and then focussed on getting Maia out of her underwear, and then their naked bodies were melding together and the long exhale that Clary let out as she buried her face in Maia's neck made her girlfriend smile happily. "You're way hotter than her, though," she added after a moment and Clary laughed before tightening her legs around Maia's waist.

"I'm glad I'm hotter than your cartoon crush, now can you please fuck me?" Clary's grumble made it sound as though she was affronted, but she was giggling and her legs were twined so that her heels were pressing into the back of Maia's thighs, obviously wanting to keep her girlfriend as close as possible.

"I think you might be a bit high for us to actually fuck," Maia grinned as she nipped at Clary's mouth, because she knew her girl, she knew it was only a matter of time before she was going to be passing out, because that was just how she got when she had been smoking, especially when they had Isabelle's mixes with lavender. Clary pouted, but even as her cute lips were pursing together, her nose was wrinkling and her eyes were beginning to squeeze together, and it was clear that she was trying to suppress a yawn. Maia just pulled back and stared down at her girlfriend, one eyebrow arched knowingly until Clary couldn't help but yawn loudly and let out a loud laugh.

"Shut up!" She tried to shove at Maia's chest as she laughed in response, but Maia was solid on top of her, she didn't go to the gym five times a week with Alec for nothing and—Clary appreciated it, always feeling that slight thrill that ran up her when she felt how muscular Maia's stomach and biceps had gotten. "But I still want to cum," she whined a little as she pooched out her lower lip again.

"I didn't say I wouldn't make you cum, Red," Maia's voice was teasing as she leaned in to rub her nose against Clary's, and she heard the sharp intake of breath from the redhead at her words and the way her tone darkened. "You know I'll always look after you," she drifted her nose over Clary's cheek and down her jaw before her lips were pressing against the pale skin of her neck and Clary's breathing got even shakier.

"I know, babe," Clary murmured as Maia bit at her collarbones and neck, making her shiver. "You always look after me," she echoed back, and Maia smiled against her skin before she was rolling herself down to lay beside Clary, one thigh sliding between both of Clary's and pressing between her legs. Clary's breath caught at the pressure and Maia smiled, one of her hands cupping Clary's cheeks and bringing her in close so that she could bring their lips together. Her other hand slipped down, gently skimming down over her bare sides before resting at her lower back and drawing her in closer, pressing their bodies close together. "Fuck," Clary mumbled against Maia's mouth, starting to roll her hips a little against Maia's thigh, tightening her legs so that she could press her cunt even firmer against Maia, lazily moving her arms to circle them around her girlfriend and tug her in close.

Maia's lips and teeth against her jaw made Clary tip her head back and it made her want to close her eyes, but she wiggled a hand between them, short nails scratching lightly at Maia's stomach and sliding through the soft hair between her legs, and she smiled when she heard her lovers sharp breath. She felt wet warmth as her middle finger curled inward, pressing against Maia's clit, and Maia's body jerked at the touch, making Clary's stomach jump and her skin felt as though there were prickles of electricity running through it because she loved her girlfriends sounds. Her hips started rolling forward a little quicker, even though her body was still heavy from her high and how tired she was, but that also just made her feel even more sensitive, and she gasped at the change in pressure.

"You always get wet so fast," Clary teased Maia, she couldn't stop herself, it was something she loved and Maia just rolled her eyes as she thrust her hips a little to meet Clary's hands, the redhead's fingers beginning to circle around Maia's clit, feeling the way she was starting to pulse as her hips began to rock.

"Yeah, and you get loud," Maia snarked back playfully, and her next bite was harder, just above the dip of her throat, and she sucked, enough to hurt, but that was what Clary liked, and the abrupt moan she let out was loud enough to bounce off their walls. Maia's teeth and tongue worked over the same spot until she seemed sure that a red-purple mark was going to be left and Clary was writing against her, her hand going slightly weak between Maia's legs as her body slumped back to the bed before Maia pulled back. There was a smirk on her face as her girlfriend humped forward against her leg, so pretty when she was chasing after her orgasm, and Maia leaned back enough that she could get a hand between them and begin rubbing at Clary's cunt. Her thumb easily circled around Clary's clit before one of her fingers slipped just slightly inside, and the sound that her cunt made as Maia's finger dipped in and out expertly, made it clear that it wasn't only Maia that was wet. "That's it, Red," Maia smiled knowingly, leaning forward, kissing Clary's chin, her cheek, before lifting herself up so that she could put more weight on her knee and start fingering Clary properly.

"Fuck, I love you," Clary whined, wiggling underneath Maia's body as her fingers scratched at Maia's back and shoulders. Sometimes she got sad that she could only leave marks with one hand, the other's nails filed right down because that was Maia's hand, but then she remembered that it was Maia's hand and she was completely fine with it again.

"Yeah, I know, I love you too, baby," Maia murmured, her thumb circling around her clit a little faster while her finger moved a bit faster, and maybe she used one of her legs to pin one of Clary's thigh against her bed to give her better access and Clary's breathing became even more erratic at the easy show of strength. She was squirting over Maia's fingers within seconds, letting out a long whine as her body curled upward at how abruptly her orgasm hit her. Maia's fingers softened slightly, slipping out of her and just rubbing through the mess that she had created, lightly touching her swollen clit as Clary twitched in her arms before laying back down next to her, their legs still tangled together.

Clary's breathing slowly evened out as she leaned in, nuzzling Maia's face until she found her lips and then they were kissing, a lot more lazily than they had been before, no teeth biting at each other, movements all soft as Clary's hands ghosted over Maia's body. Maia's fingers were sticky with Clary's juices as their hands pressed together, and Clary guided them up to her mouth. It was Maia's turn for her breathing to get unsteady as Clary parted her lips to give her fingers a kiss, her own body still feeling weak from her orgasm, before sucking them into her mouth and licking around them.

"Fuck," Maia's legs shook and she rolled her hips up into Clary's hand, and Clary's fingers started moving around the sensitive nub, so damp already and sliding through the wet from her hole before doing it again and again until Maia was shaking through a silent orgasm. Clary bit her lower lip happily at the blissed out expression on her girlfriends face, pulling back so that Maia's fingers slipped out of her mouth before leaning in to collapse against her properly.

Everything about her body felt pleasantly warm and heavy in this moment, and it wasn't just her high, it was Maia, and everything that Maia did and gave to her.

Her body was still quivering a little as Maia pushed herself up, recovering quicker than Clary as usual, and reaching over the side of the bed to pick up the wet wipes that they kept there. Clary hummed appreciatively, clearly already almost asleep as her eyelids got heavier and heavier as she let her legs fall open for Maia. Her girlfriend just smiled as she wiped away all stickiness on her skin before she was shakily doing the same to herself. Clary heard Maia get up, and then her girl leaned in and rolled her around until she sleepily lifted her legs to slide under the blankets, and she felt Maia tuck them back up around her neck, everything so warm and soft and fuzzy around her.

Maia disappeared from the room for a few moments, but Clary was already drifting in and out of sleep and so it felt like no time at all before she returned after going around and making the checks of their apartment.

"You're...Alw'ys lookin' after me," Clary slurred sleepily when she felt Maia slide into the bed behind her, curving herself around Clary's body and tucking her in closer.

"Always, Red," Maia murmured as she pressed kisses to the back of Clary's neck. "Always."

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