It had been seven weeks since the accident. She had been going to physiotherapy four days a week for the past two weeks. It had been horrible, the actual sessions themselves, but after she had showered and sometimes had a nap, she felt a whole lot better. She was walking around by herself, although it was a little stiff, and it was going to be a while before she could run. Catarina had come by just a few days ago and taken out the stitches. There was a nasty, circular scar that was going to be with Clary for life, and it was still fresh, the skin pink and shiny. It was almost right in the middle of her abdomen, just beside her belly button, and Clary caught herself staring at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, feeling detached from her body.
It was ugly.
It wasn't as though that should even be an issue right now, she should just be happy that she was getting back to functioning normally, and hopefully getting back to her job soon, but it was still something that was bothering her.
She knew that she shouldn't be upset about it, and so she tried to focus on the good that was happening. Her bosses at the University were extremely understanding, even though she hadn't actually gone in to see them face to face, everything taking place over email and phone. Will and Alec had gone in a couple of times, to give in medical certificates and collect work, because the temp that they had gotten in and Tess shouldn't be responsible for picking up all her slack.
Simon had also resorted to sending her novel length texts—to the new, burner cellphone number that Jace had given her—and at the end of every single one he said that he loved her and he hoped she was getting better. Jace had even given Simon the okay to tell a few more of her friends that she had been hurt, sticking with the story of being in a simple car accident, and had grudgingly agreed that she could give her number to a couple more of her friends. Maia was confused as to why she was pretty much on house arrest, and didn't understand why she couldn't come over and see her, but Clary tried to change the subject whenever that came up.
Max and Isabelle and Magnus had been good and keeping her company through the day if Jace had to go into work. Will came by as well, although most of the time he was at Jace's side, with Alec. Although apparently Will was always the first to volunteer to go to the University when Tess text her and said that there were more assignments, and when he came by the safe house to drop them by, Clary always caught glimpses of him flirting with her TA, and she made a couple of teasing remarks about it. She thought it was adorable when he flushed red and how confused Jace was. For an incredibly intelligent man, he really missed some social cues.
And then there was Jace...He was being incredibly supportive.
But he was also treating her as though she would break.
Jace had always treated her as though she was precious, something to be loved and cared for, but he always knew that she could hold her own. She wasn't a skilled fighter, but her and Maia knew some self defense moves, and they went to a boxing class a couple of times a week—and that was just her physical self. Mentally, she could freeze a whole room of people with just a stray thought. She could possibly make a whole building stand still in their tracks without realizing what she was doing, but she had never tried to stretch her powers quite that far.
She got hurt.
She got hurt badly.
But she didn't blame Jace. She was strong. She was recovering.
And she wanted things to go back to normal.
They were laying in bed together, and although it wasn't as familiar as her own bed or as comfortable as Jace's one in his apartment, it was good enough. Jace was doing something on his iPad, and he was wearing a pair of rectangular glasses that sort of gave him a hot-nerd edge, and he was focusing hard on whatever it was that he was doing. Clary had been marking some of her students paperwork, and messaging Tessa as she went, but she had lost focus time ago. Clary licked her lips, reaching out to rest her hand on the back of Jace's neck.
"I won't be too much longer," Jace told her, flashing her a quick smile. "Then we can turn off the light and go to sleep." Clary pursed her lips together and narrowed her eyes slightly. She shifted her hand, flattening it against the nape of his neck and rubbing her thumb along the line of his neck. Jace hummed out, and she saw him pause skimming through his iPad. She moved her hand again, pressing her thumb into his shoulder, massaging it lightly, and she saw Jace's grip on the iPad went slack and he closed his eyes. Clary wanted to twist her body around and straddle Jace's lap, but she knew that would probably hurt her—it would definitely hurt her—and then there was no way in hell Jace would consider having sex with her.
She understood not being able to for the first month or so, but she was feeling better now, and as long as they moved gently and slowly, she knew that she would be okay.
She just wanted her man.
"Or we could turn off the light, and not go to sleep?" Clary suggested with a cheeky smile and wiggle of her eyebrows. Jace turned to her, and she could already see his eyes shutting down and beginning to shake his head.
"No, I'm not going to—"
"You're not going to hurt me," Clary told him firmly. "I trust you." Jace locked his jaw, and she knew that he was thinking back to how she got hurt, and how she had only been in that position because she trusted him. The guilt was eating him up, no matter how many times she told him that this wasn't his fault, and she didn't blame him. Clary took in a breath, settling her thoughts, before she let her mind open up. Usually she warned Jace before she let him in so completely, but he was relaxed, and she didn't push it on him forcefully, just let it slowly wash over him.
She told him how much she loved him, and how much she trusted him, and how much she wanted him. The thoughts were warm and fuzzy to begin with, while Jace got used to it, and then she began letting a few naughtier ones slip in, the thoughts that she had been having when he got out of the shower and came into the room with only a towel around his waist. Or when she was just waking up in the morning and Jace was spooning her, and she could feel his erection pressing against her ass.
"The second you're in any pain—"
"I'll tell you," Clary promised. Jace still looked hesitant, but she could see that his eyes were a darker gold colour now, so obviously the sexier thoughts that she had been sending were getting through to him. He leaned over and kissed her.
It was brief at first, a few passes of his lips over hers. But then she felt a flick of her tongue, and it was like there was an instant flood between her legs. Just the smallest touch of his tongue, and she could already feel her whole body melting. She let out a harsh breathe and tried to twist her body around so that she could reach out for him, but she let out a gasp and Jace instantly pulled back.
"It's fine, it's fine!" Clary assured him quickly. "It's just annoying," she sighed. Jace licked his lips, considering their position.
"Up with your hands," he told her quietly. Clary lifted her arms and Jace pulled the singlet over her head, leaving her torso bare. She leaned back against the pillows, wincing just slightly at a twinge in her side, but Jace was careful as he moved between her legs. "Lift up," he murmured, and Clary shifted her hips, lifting her ass off the mattress so that Jace could pull off her sleeping shorts and the underwear that she had underneath, now completely naked. Jace's eyes raked over her, and while Clary had her mind open for Jace, he didn't have any barriers up either, and she could see what he was seeing when he looked at her.
He didn't see an ugly blemish.
He saw a battle scar.
He didn't see a victim.
He saw a fighter.
The love he felt for her was endless and despite what a tough and unyielding world that Jace lived in, he was completely soft and adoring when it came to her.
Jace settled on his knees between her legs, leaning forward and kissing her once more on her mouth before making his way down her neck. He licked and bit gently at her neck, his nose bumping against her ear and sucking at the spot that made her writhe underneath him. His lips pressed kisses over her collarbone, and down to her breasts, taking his time with both of them until they were heavy and her nipples were aching and pointed.
Then he licked her scar, kissing it gently, lipping at the puckered skin lovingly. He took his time, and there were tears in Clary's eyes as she felt all that love and respect that he had for her pouring from his mind, and through every move that he made.
He kissed the crease of where her legs met her torso and then shifted to the middle of her legs, where Clary was already wet and needy. He didn't make her wait, either, delving his tongue into her hidden place so quickly that Clary's whole body jerked upward. There was a stab of pain in her side, but it rapidly subsided as the pleasure rushed through her. It felt as though all of her muscles were dissolving in her body, like she was going to melt into the mattress, as Jace's tongue worked inside her.
His nose bumped against her clit, taking time to lick up and down her slit, teeth pressing against her clit as well before he sucked it between his lips.
Clary couldn't stop herself from moaning and twisting, and she was vaguely aware of the tightness in her skin at her side, warning her not to move too much, and she tried to listen to her body, but Jace just felt so good. His tongue worked her over, curling and pushing, slipping down to flick between her ass cheeks before slipping back inside her.
Clary came with a cry, and it felt as though there were bright lights exploding behind her eyes as she came. One of her hands went to Jace's head, the other gripping at the sheet beneath her, and it just felt as though she kept on coming. Jace didn't stop eating her pussy until her body jerked a couple of times and she finally stopped, immediately becoming over-sensitive. Her mind was still completely open to him, and he knew just the right time to stop, lifting up his head to look at her. Clary was breathing heavily and she managed to open her eyes to see him take his cock in his hand and pump his hand up and down.
She wanted to reach out and help him, but she could already sense how close he was and her body still felt as though it was made of jelly. The image of her moaning and coming playing over and over in his head before he came over her leg, hissing out her name through his teeth. Jace fell forward, making sure to fall to the side so that he didn't hurt her.
Clary knew that they were going to have to do some clean up, but right now—as Jace reached out and rested his hand over hers—she was content to just rest.
Um...My song recommendations for this week would be Hitchhiker by Demi Lovato, All You Need To Know by Gryffin featuring Calle Lehmann, Rollercoaster by The Jonas Brothers and All This Time by Drax Project, which has just officially been released. The studio version doesn't quite hold up to the live version, it's like there's too much synth and they tried to downplay how powerful the sax it's, which is the best part of the song. I've got this recording of when we saw them at smaller concert, at a club, and the whole atmosphere is fucking amazing when this song comes on, if we're friends on Facebook or Snapchat and you want a copy, let me know and I'll send it through :) But I still recommend the version that's out there on Youtube and Spotify.
Moviewise...John Wick 3 was incredible, as expected. I bawled by eyes out in Rocketman, but it was so, so good. I adore Taron Egerton and Richard Maddon, and they played their roles so well. I don't recommend the new Ted Bundy film, tbh. I was looking forward to it, I love Zac Efron and Lily Collins, and Ted Bundy is a fascinating study subject, but...I just felt like it glorified him so much, and it honestly made me feel a bit sick. TV shows I would recommend would be Madam Secretary, Harlots and High Seas. Also, did anyone watch the first episode of Euphoria? It is absolutely fucking amazing. I bawled my eyes out and my heart hurt and there were parts that hit a little close to home, but shit, it's so fucking good.
Lyric of the week...'My daddy put a gun to my head/Said if you kiss a boy, I'm gonna shoot you dead/So I tied him up with gaffa tape and I locked him in a shed/Then I went out to the garden and I fucked my best friend'...