I'm back! We're 2018! It does not feel like it at all. Haha. It still feels like 2017. Anyway, I hope that you all had a great Christmas and New Years, fun but safe (even though that make me sounds like a mum). Mine started well and then I had a bit of an accident which is taking a while to recover from, but we'll get there. And I hope that the first month of 2018 has been great! I've got a few concerts coming up which I'm psyched about—Ed Sheeran, Pink and Halsey, so that's awesome.
Now, my official updating schedule is kicking off from February, this update is just to get all my stories updated and get my oneshots posted. Check out my profile for the schedule. There are a variety of oneshots posted in quite a few categories, so make sure you check them out, along with my profile for the updating schedule going forward!
"Good afternoon, florecita," Raphael Santiago greeted Clary, flashing a toothy smile over his shoulder from where he was in the front cab of the limousine. She caught a glimpse into what he was thinking, and of course, he was thinking things about her mouth and even something about her neck this time. She raised one eyebrow at him and he just smirked back, knowing that she could read his mind. Raphael was a ridiculous flirt, and there was absolutely no doubt that he was physically attracted to her, but he was also no danger, and his loyalty to Jace—then Clary by extension—was to the bone.
"I missed you," Jace began as he Clary sat on the opposite row of seats, so that their knees were about a meter apart.
"Is that why you're kidnapping me?" Clary asked wryly as the car pulled away from the curb and she saw through the tinted windows that they were leaving the University parking lot. Jace smirked at her as he slung one arm along the back of leather seat.
"I couldn't kidnap you if I tried, liebling," Jace responded easily. Clary smiled at the nickname, something he had picked up in one of his many overseas trips, and she felt the ring around her thumb tighten slightly.
Jace was powerful, he was one of the most powerful mutants that she had ever met. He had both magnetokinesis and ferrokinesis, giving him the incredible ability to control and manipulate metal and magnetic field and even draw out the metal buried deep in the earth. The ring around her thumb was the only jewelry that she had accepted from him, and that was because although it was expensive like all the other pieces he had tried to gift her, this one meant something personal to him. It was a rare and exotic piece of metal that he could easily find and sense, even when they weren't together. As long as they were in the same city, Jace could seek her out, and he told her that it made him calm, knowing that something he could feel was warmed by her body heat, even when he wasn't there with her.
Admittedly, that did all sorts of things to her heart, and made her think all kinds of sappy thoughts about him.
"Where are we off to?" Clary asked, looking out the window and seeing that they were making their way through the afternoon traffic of Los Angeles, filled with people anxious to get started on their weekends.
"Thought that we could go out to dinner," Jace told her.
"Uh," Clary looked down at what she was wearing. "I'm not exactly dressed for the kinds of places that you like to go for dinner." Jace's sort of dinners out were not like when she was with her friends, with greasy pizza's or cheap burgers or hot dogs on a stick. Sure, when they were ordering in, Jace was all for that kind of food. But Jace's dinners out were at restaurants were the food was so expensive that it didn't even have the prices on the menu.
"You look perfect," Jace responded, his eyes making their way over her body, not bothering to reconnect his eyes with hers as he continued. "However I was thinking somewhere a little more private."
His yacht.
He meant his private yacht, that he won in a high stakes poker game a couple of nights before he had gone on holiday. Jace had been boasting about it when he spoke with her, but because he had needed to leave on business shortly after it had come into his possession, Clary hadn't actually seen it yet.
"As long as there's food, I'm good," Clary responded evenly, because private yachts were now, apparently, part of her everyday life. "I'm starving."
"Mm," Jace hummed in agreement, his eyes still skimming over her legs, which were tanned and tucked in close to her body, a couple of beaded anklets around one ankle. "Although I feel like a detour perhaps is a good idea."
Clary felt a stab of heat between her legs when she saw his pupils dilate as they looked her over. She could sense the arousal that was coming off him without needing to dip into his mind, and when he reached across to touch the panel beside his elbow, the partition between them and the Raphael sliding upward and giving them their privacy, she knew what was going to happen. She didn't know exactly where they were driving to, but they were sliding along smoothly and Clary felt herself pulse at the idea of Jace inside her in the moving vehicle.
He'd been away for nearly three weeks, which was a long time when she was used to seeing him at least twice a week, usually more.
"Take that off," Jace told her, his eyes intent as they skimmed over the loose dress she was wearing. Given she was an art teacher, she had a pretty loose dress code that was expected, especially when she was in her studio. Friday's she didn't have any classes in her actual lecture room, everything was in her studio, and she dressed very casually. Today, it was a loose blue dress that barely reached halfway down her thighs. She took it off, tossing it onto the ground and seeing the way his pupil almost completely took over the iris of his eye, leaving only a sliver of gold as his breathing quickened. "Come on, sweetheart," Jace's voice was husky. "You know I want the rest of that off as well."
Clary sucked her lip into her mouth, teeth nibbling as she leaned forward from the leather of the limo seats and reached behind herself, undoing the clasp of her bra and letting it join her dress on the ground. She leaned back into the seat, her hands resting on her hips at the waist band of the dark green panties that she was wearing. Jace flicked his fingers and his belt whipped out of the belt loops from his pants, the metal buckle clinking against the ground. He crooked a finger at her and Clary got off the seat opposite him and came over, sliding her knees on either side of his hips and bringing their lips together for the first time it weeks.
It always felt like magic when their mouths connected, sparks spreading through their bodies and Jace's tongue pushed between her lips to curl around her own tongue. Clary squeaked as his fingers pressed into her lower back, and then she came back into herself, making quick work of his button and zipper. There was no time for foreplay, they both just wanted Jace to be buried inside her tight heat, and their kisses became quickly sloppy as she pulled out his cock and pumped him a few times. There was a slight delay to fumble with a condom that was in the side compartment of the door, and then he was sinking inside her.
Clary let her mind slip, just like she always did when she was having sex with Jace. It wasn't something that all of her lovers liked, some found it intrusive, and while she tried to understand where they were coming from, she found it hard, because it was just part of who she was. But Jace loved it about her, especially since he sometimes found it hard to say what he was thinking. During sex, he loved it when she glided into his mind, projecting exactly what she was feeling, letting him experience just how good he was making her feel.
There were all kinds of thoughts, all of them broken in the heat and passion of the moment, but the general idea was clear, and it made her clench her vaginal walls around his cock.
Gorgeousperfectsweetmine.
"Oh, lisichka," he murmured against her skin as he sucked at a spot behind her ear, his tongue flicking out to lick at a drop of sweat. Clary groaned and curled her fingernails into the thick muscle of his shoulders, feeling her thighs burn as she forced herself to move up and down faster.
Minehotbeautifulminesweet.
That possessive streak was coming through, and it just made Clary feel hotter. The way he was sucking on the skin behind her ear just reinforced the possessive side of him, and she knew that there was going to be a purpling mark left which she could hopefully hide by leaving her hair down over the next few days. His nose skimmed down the side of her neck, and he kissed at the column of her throat before wrapping her hair around his fist and forcing her face down, so that their lips came together. Clary made muffled noises as he tugged at her hair, his other hand on her ass, his fingers slipping between her crack and massaging the sensitive skin.
"Jace," she whimpered as she managed to put the tiniest amount of space between them. "Jace...Please," she grinded her hips down on him, the two ends of his leather belt pressing into the tender flesh of her inner thigh, and her clit catching over and over again on the hem of his silk shirt.
"You ready to come, darling?" He whispered as he moved to continue his previous attack on her neck, licking, sucking, biting until she came apart finally, the gush of wetness between her legs soaking through his expensive shirt. Jace didn't care, letting out a groan of satisfaction at getting her off, and then both his hands were on her hips, lifting her up and down as though she weighed nothing.
"Shit, shit, shit," Clary was almost squeaking every time he pulled her back down again, filling her up to the hilt, sending sparks and electric currents spiraling down her spine and toward her toes.
"Come again for me," Jace urged her, his teeth catching on her earlobe, bringing her down harder on his throbbing cock, which just seemed to grow inside her. Every sensitive part inside of her was being touched, was being stimulated, and she was so wet that her lower lips were parted and sliding slickly over the exposed skin of his lower stomach. "Come for me again, lisichka," he was urging her, his breath hot against her air, his voice rough and desperate. "Come on." And she did, her whole body tensing, and her back arching, and she bit down into his shoulder so hard that she knew that there were going to be little purple crescents left behind when she finally let go. Her toes curled to the point of almost pain, and the corners of her mind felt white and fuzzy.
Clary shared the pleasure she was feeling, curling around his mind and his own pleasure which was barely contained. With her added pleasure, Jace had no way to hold back, and his throaty roar as he let his orgasm take over. He collapsed to the side, Clary's naked sweaty body held tightly against his clothed one, and they breathed with each other, content expressions on their face.
Okay! Let me know what you guys thought! Let me know if you liked it, if you didn't, what your favourite part was, etc etc.
Alright, now I've got so many song and movie recommendations given the gap in updating, so I'll limit it down. Movie wise, The Last Jedi and The Greatest Showman are both absolutely incredibly. Especially TGS. Holy shit, the songs and the costumes and the dances, they were all amazing. I don't even know what my favourite songs from it is...This Is Me, Rewrite The Stars, Never Enough, From Now On...I just don't know! And TV series recommendations would be The Gifted, Black Lightning and The Runaways.
Songwise, I'm Gonna Show You Crazy by Bebe Rexha, Him and I by Halsey and G-Eazy, Missing You by Blake McGrath, Never Enough from The Greatest Showman, My My My by Troye Sivan, Dynasty by MIIA and Phases by French Montana.
Let me know what your own recommendations are! I note down all your song, TV series and movies suggestions so I can get around to them when I have time!
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