The snow floated past the window, bringing with it silence. The kind of silence that you can only get when it snows, It was early in the morning, and looking down at the street below, there wasn't a person around. There were no tracks in the snow, no tire marks on the roads, everything felt peaceful. The streetlamps cast long, golden shadows across the street and made the snow sparkle as it settled in soft peaks on the tops of cars. Jace looked back, over his shoulder and watched Clary's chest rise and fall. Her red hair looked so much darker in the blue, morning light. Her shoulder twitched in her sleep causing the sheet to slip lower on her chest, exposing white, soft, freckled skin. Jace leaned against the wall, next to the window, letting the cool air that crept through slide across his chest. He crossed his arms over his bare torso and looked around the room. There was a Christmas tree in the corner with small yellow lights that shined against the random baubles that Clary insisted be hung. Red ribbons snaked in and around the branches with lights interwoven, filling any empty space with a soft, red-tinged glow. Jace didn't care for a Christmas tree, but it was important to Clary so he let her put one up, and even let her drag him to some farm for trees, to pick the "perfect one". Jace didn't understand the need for lights, garland, decorative pinecones, and 100 variations of Santa figurines everywhere; however, he did like the idea of presents. A day to given Clary something special, just because seemed interesting enough to try. Jace eyed the gifts, so perfectly wrapped, and let his mind wander.
He imagined Clary, laying under the tree wrapped in a decorative bow, and nothing else. The fire was barely burning with only the embers still glowing orange, and it cast the room in shadows. Each curve and dip across Clary's body was accentuated by orange and blue light. She stared at him, her green eyes twinkling from the reflection of the Christmas lights. She didn't say anything, just looked up at him innocently, her hair resting softly on her cheek. She lifted her hand to brush her hair from her face, lifting the bow slightly from her chest. Jace felt a rush of blood and let his eyes ease open.
Jace brought his brain back to reality and looked at Clary in the bed. Clary's chest was now fully exposed, the sheet resting on her belly button. Her eyes fluttered open and she locked her gaze with Jace and smiled. "When did you wake up? I told you no one can ever sleep the night before Christmas." Jace smiled and crawled across the bed to Clary, he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, "merry Christmas'. "Merry Christmas", Clary said, tracing tiny kisses down his neck, along his collar bone, and to his shoulder. She slowly slipped her hand between his legs and traced her first finger along his still hard member. "Well someone's excited for presents" she teased, grasping him firmly. Jace shuddered, and let his forehead fall into the crook of her neck. She moved her hand slowly, gently stroking him from base to tip, letting her fingers graze across the top, then trace down his cock to start over again. Jace's breathing quickened slightly. His hair was tickling Clary's shoulder sending goosebumps rushing down her body. He traced figure eights, gently on the top of her leg and watched her muscles twitch when his finger traveled to her inner thigh. Jace pulled his head from her neck and kissed down to Clary's chest. He lifted his hand from her thigh and cupped her breast in his hand. She smiled and gripped him a little firmer. Jace let his finger brush against her taught nipple and felt her whole-body quiver. Slowly, he brought his mouth to her breast and let his tongue glide across her skin. Clary grasped the back of his head, pulling a small handful of hair as she groaned. Jace groaned in response against her chest and let his hand fall from her breast to rest between her legs. Clary scooted forward, opening her legs. Clary moved her hands from Jace to either side of her body and leaned back, letting her head fall behind her so her hair brushed along the tops of the pillows. Jace let his hand explore her, gently massaging her and adding pressure when she groaned against his lips. He pressed his chest against hers and felt himself twitch. Clary reached forward and pulled down the waistband of his pajama pants. She grabbed him again, this time moving her hand faster setting the pace for Jace. He timed his movements with hers and felt her chest move against his, her breathing deepening.
Clary tilted her hips forward and started moving her hips in time with Jace's hand, and he could feel the pressure rising between them. Jace let his hand slip between her folds and slowly, but deliberately inserted his first finger. Clary groaned and Jace felt her muscles tighten. She gently bit onto his shoulder and moaned against his skin, Jace inserted another finger and felt Clary's legs close in around him, her thighs quivering. He used his thumb to apply gentle pressure to her clit and moved in small semi-circles. Jace pulled back to look at Clary's face and he watched as her eyes tilted to the back of her head while his hand and thumb moved simultaneously. She groaned again and Jace felt her hand tickle against his leg, then reach up to stroke him. He lost focus momentarily and let his head fall forward, flexing his arms to keep himself steady. Clary rocked her hips again and Jace focused his eyes on hers. She looked up at him, her hand moving faster, she sat up a bit and reached out her other hand to massage all of him. Jace gasped when she grabbed him and felt himself almost lose it. Clary slowed down and kissed his neck again, but it was too late, Jace didn't think he'd last much longer.
Jace pulled away from Clary and quickly kissed and nibbled down her body until he was positioned between her legs. Clary looked down Jace's back and enjoyed the curve of his ass, lifted slightly off the bed. Clary could feel herself reaching the edge, but she wanted more. Jace smirked, and teased her, his tongue gently brushing against her clit and through her folds, across her thigh and back. He went fast then slow, he was gentle, then rough, Clary's legs were shaking. Jace slid two fingers into her, his tongue and lips brushing and sucking her clit. Clary took his hair in her hands and pressed his face into her, rocking her hips with the speed of his tongue. Jace groaned into her, the rumble sending shivers down Clary's spine. She was so close; she could feel herself about to cum. Clary stopped thinking she just let her body react to Jace. Her back arched as he pumped into her fast and pressed his tongue firmly against her clit, he flicked his tongue and used his other hand to cup her ass in his hand. Clary moaned and grabbed the sheet in her fists, her hips moving with the speed of his hand. Jace savored in watching Clary lose control, her chest heaving while she came. He didn't stop when she finished, he kept pumping his fingers slower and slower, and his tongue caressing her gentler until her whole body collapsed against the pillows, her legs shaking slightly. Jace slipped his fingers out of her slowly and gently crawled up the bed to kiss Clary's cheek, before laying next to her and pulling her against him.
"Merry Christmas" Clary said sleepily, her breath still slightly hitched. "Merry Christmas Fray" Jace said, holding Clary a little tighter.