Disclaimer: All characters belong to Cassandra Clare. I am very much aware that Chain of Gold finishes with the two characters agreeing to marry, but without revealing any true feelings. I think the scene in the Whispering Room was enough proof that both characters are in love with each other. This story is simply my imagination.
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They pretty much stumbled into the room, their lips fused together as Cordelia quickly kicked the door shut behind them.
I love you, Cordelia. James words rang through her mind. I'm in love with you. I always have been.
James ran his tongue along her bottom lip, seeking an entrance, which she gladly gave. Memories returned to them of the events of the Whispering Room, where he'd had her pressed against the desk as they both lost themselves in the feel of one another.
I kissed you because I wanted to, he had told her. Because I'd never wanted anything so much.
It had been true. The desire he had felt for her, that had consumed his body in flames, had been true. He had never felt like that for anyone. His love for Grace had been a lie, a deception caused upon him by that bracelet. His love for Cordelia was pure, and he couldn't believe he had been so blind to it for so long. Now, as he kissed her, he couldn't imagine ever being without her.
Tears had run down her face as he had announced he was in love with her. I love you, I love you so much, she had said, and then he had kissed her, and now they found themselves in their married bedroom. But tonight, they would not simply fall into the covers and lay beside each other talking until they both drifted off into a peaceful sleep. They both knew what they wanted, and had certainly waited long enough.
It wasn't a desperation in their hungry movements, but a need that they could not quite explain. Their hearts thundered in their chest, all their senses were on high alert and focused on one another. The blood rushing through their veins was burning, ignited by the other ones touch on their skin. They're bodies pressed together, as if they fit together so perfectly that they would no longer be able to be without the other one.
He kissed her as his fingers moved to the zipper of her dress, slowly dragging it down her back, his fingers brushing over her exposed skin. She stepped away from him so she could push the shoulder straps off her arm, allowing the pretty material to drop off her and pool at her feet, leaving her with just her under slip. Through the thin material that framed her body, he could see the affect all this was having on her already. His trousers had already started to grow tighter.
"You are so beautiful." He gasped out, feeling as if his heart was being squeezed in his chest. She was a goddess, and he felt like a gentleman shouldn't stare, but he couldn't help it. "Daisy..."
"Kiss me. Please." She said, and he crashed his mouth against hers as he started to unbutton his shirt. She helped him discard it, throwing it somewhere in the room, but neither of them could care where it ended up. Her hands were on his chest and stomach, causing him to groan with pleasure at the contact.
Every touch made their skin tingle. This was new to both of them, and they took the time to explore each others bodies, drawing small moans and gasps from one another as their hands moved and their lips continued their kiss.
Then, she had moved her attention to her slip, removing it from her body and leaving herself bare to his eyes.
His breath caught in his throat. "Daisy..." He thought he knew her body, his eyes had never missed the way her dresses hugged her curves, and he remembered the one she had worn to the Hell Ruelle, the one were the top curves of her breasts had been visible. But, to see her stood before him without clothes on now rendered him completely speechless. His eyes took in her flat stomach, her long legs, her heaving breasts, every little detail about her, and he found himself thinking that she must have been sculptured by the angels themselves.
She took his frozen stance the wrong way, and suddenly found herself feeling far too self conscious and vulnerable.
But, before she could even make a move to cover herself, he had her in his arms and was kissing her again, and everything in the world felt perfect once more. Time lost its meaning. The Institute and London fell into the background. Nothing mattered, apart from them.
"Are you sure about this, Daisy?" He asked when he managed to pull himself away from his mouth, as his arms remained around her waist and held her against him.
"Yes." She answered without a hint of doubt. "i want you, James. Are you sure?"
"I've never wanted anything more in my life." He assured her, and then captured her mouth with his, his tongue exploring its warm depths as he moved them to the bed. The back of her legs hit the edge of it, and she wrapped her hands around his neck, dragging him down with her as she lay on the soft sheets.
"James..." She whispered as they parted for air, her chest panting and head tilted back against the soft pillows. "Please..."
He raised his head, dark desire in his golden eyes that fuelled the fire in her stomach. "Daisy, of all the times I've dreamed this...dreamed of doing this with you..." His hand cupped her face before slowly trailing down her body, brushing over a nipple, fingers curling over her flat stomach, before finally coming to a rest on her inner thigh. Everywhere that his hand had been burned, her skin alive under his touch. "I want to take my time."
Her ability to protest was gone. She bit her lower lip at the contact of his hand, so closed to where she longed for it to be, and she trembled in anticipation. "I love you, James Herondale." She managed to bite out, which proved to be a struggle, as her ability to form a sentence was impaired greatly by the wonderful sensations he was causing her.
He reached up to kiss her impatient lips in such a way that had her arching her back, pressing her bare chest into his. "I love you, so much." He whispered against her lips."Daisy...my Daisy...I love you."
The possessive passion in his voice had her clutching at his ink-coloured hair with her hand as he started his assault on her neck, all the while with his hand still resting on her thigh, so close but not close enough.
"So. Beautiful." He punctuated each word with an open mouthed kiss that sucked on her skin as his lips continued down her neck, following the path of his hand. "Mine." He spent a little extra attention on the area just below her ear, catching her earlobe in his mouth and biting it lightly.
Cordelia's free hand gripped the side of his strong neck as she gasped. "Only yours." She promised him, because she knew with all her heart that there would never be any other man for her. Her heart belonged to James Herondale. It always had.
He hummed his approval as his lips continued down her throat, reaching her collarbone where his tongue licked against her warm skin. His nose nuzzled into her, and she felt him inhale softly. It was something he done earlier that day, when she had requested his help with putting on her necklace. He had hovered for a few moments after the clasp had been done, and she had felt him kiss the back of her neck, so softly that she questioned if she had simply imagined it, and she had heard him before in before allowing her scarlet hair to cover her skin once again.
She was brought directly back from her memory when she felt his nose brush against the curve of her breast, and a moment later, his lips captured her left nipple. Cordelia allowed the most unladylike moan to escape her lips without any embarrassment. Let the whole of London hear her, for all she cared.
Clearly encouraged by her noises, James continued, sucking and pulling and twirling his tongue over the nosy bud before switching to the other, paying it the same about of thorough attention. Everything James Herondale did had always seemed so effortless to her, and this was clearly no exception. He had her writhing underneath him with just his mouth, and she found herself longing to find out what else he could do to her.
As she lay beside him, with him pressed against her body as he leaned on one arm to support himself above her, she noticed the brush of material against her bare legs. "Mr Herondale, please may you tell me a good enough reason for you to still be wearing your trousers?"
He grinned against her breast, releasing her to reply, "I fully intend on rectifying that problem, my love, as soon as I've finished showing you just how much I adore you. Your pleasure is my top priority, you see."
Damn you, James Herondale, and your words, she thought, but she did not have it in her to even attempt to fake annoyance at the current situation, as she lay naked and his beautiful body was still covered by clothes. My love, his words echoed in her ear, so filled with affection and softness, a tone that he reserved only for her.
Her hand trickled down his neck as he resumed his focus on her breasts, cupping them and licking and sucking, and she felt him moan against her. It brought her great pride to see that her touch affected him just as much as his did to for her.
She moaned again as James released her, his lips slithered down between the gap of her breasts, tongue flicking out as he moved to her stomach, caressing her skin. He took his time, enjoying the view of her arching her back as his mouth teased her. He enjoyed the moans and whimpers he was getting from her, and had to force himself to ignore just how uncomfortably tight his trousers were becoming. He wanted to do this, for her, and for her he was willing to wait.
Instinctively, her legs parted as his lips reached the apex of her thighs. He'd always loved her legs; strong as a warriors with muscles from countless training sessions, but still curving and elegant as a ladies. He had caught himself staring at them quite a few times recently, unable to keep his mind clean as his eyes raked over the flawless dark skin. When people had told him that love meant loving someone completely, for every party of them, he had used to think they were crazy.
But now, he understood. There was not a single thing about her that he would change; he especially loved the contrast between her darker skin tone and scarlet hair, and the way her eyes blazed when she spoke about something she was compassionate about, and her bravery in a battle, with Cortana always in her hands. He loved her soul, her compassion, her selflessness for the people she cared about, and her bravery.
"James..." She breathed out, and his names falling from her lips felt to him like it was being sung by a thousand angels. He'd never tire of it, especially hearing it coming out in a breathy moan as she tried to control her pleasure.
His hand that had previously been resting on her inner thigh slowly made its way up to her knee, where he used it to gently spread her legs even more as he came to lay between them. He then grazed it down the outside of her strong calf, sliding it underneath her so it could join his other hand at her ass, gently squeezing.
He kissed her inner thigh, enjoying the warm soft skin against his lips, and he playfully nipped at it, enjoying testing her patience.
"Are you ready, Daisy?" He whispered, making sure his breath would brush against her most sensitive area, which was already glistening, ready for him.
Her eyes were scrunched shut, the expression on her face beautiful as she threw her head back. "By the Angel, yes!"
James needed no further invitation. Although he had never done this before, he relied on his instincts and the noises coming from Cordelia to show him when he was doing something right. At first, he traced her lips with his tongue, feeling the cool wetness, and he closed his eyes as he slowly dragged his tongue up and down. Cordelia's hand gripped his hair, twisting in the dark curls as she encouraged him, soft whimpers leaving her body uncontrolably.
Finally, he dove in, his tongue pushing into her warm depths. He made sure to take his time, as he fully intended on ensuring that this night lasted forever. Cordelia screamed at the sensation, but both of them were too consumed by pleasure to even consider someone hearing them. He wanted the whole world to know that she was his, so what other better way was there than this?
With his hands resting on her ass, he was able to lift her hips up to his face, enabling his tongue to press further inside her. He rotated from licking, to sucking, to kissing, enjoying himself greatly. He had heard such talk about this when he had once ventured into the local tavern, but whenever the drunken mundane men had discussed it, they made it sound almost like a chore, with no pleasure on their part. James was finding the complete opposite; her gasping and moaning caused fire to burn through his veins, the grip she had on his hair and the way she was raising her hips up to him on her own accord now increased the pressure in his trousers. Her pleasure gave him pleasure, his soul was liked to hers in a way that he would never fully be able to explain.
His hands were soon on her slim hips, pinning her lower half down against the bed as he continued to devour her at a tantalisingly slow pace. He new very well that Cordelia would make sure to have her sweet revenge on him for taking his time, but the thought was a lot more inviting than it was scary.
He sucked on her bud, which had the desired effect as Cordelia let out another loa moan, her grip in his hair tightened, and she finally succumbed to the waves of her organism. Lapping at her juices, James enjoyed the way she trembled as she came down from her high, and when he looked up at her, he smirked.
Her eyes were now open, her head raised to meet his gaze. There was a rosy hint to her cheeks, and her chest was heaving as she tried to regain composure. "You better whip that smug grin off your face and kiss me, Herondale." She threatened.
His grin only grew at the tone of her voice, but he was more than happy to oblige, drawing up her body and hovering over her with his hands on either side of her face. He leaned down and kissed her. She hummed at the taste of herself on his tongue. Cordelia then wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down on her completely. As their bodies pressed together everywhere, they both gasped at the closeness. However, it was also a reminder of his clothed lower half, and Cordelia's hands were quick to tug at the waistline of the offence material.
"I want these off." She ordered against his lips. "Now." Her skilful fingers were quick to whip open the button of the trousers as if to prove her intention.
James quickly sprang off her, pushing the trousers down his legs along with the rest of his clothing. Cordelia's eyes raked shamelessly down his toned body until they landed on the part of him that she had been waiting what seemed like forever to see. As James moved back over her, he didn't keep a distance between them this time, but when her hand grasped him there, his head fell against her shoulder.
"Daisy, angel," He managed to gasp out, his member pulsating in her hand at just the mere touch of her. "I won't be able to last long is you keep doing that."
She raised an eyebrow at him as her hand started to move up and down slowly, causing him to curse the Angel under his breath. "We have al night, remember?" She said, taunting him with his earlier statement. Quickly, faster than even his reflexes to catch, her leg had wrapped around his waist and she had rolled them over so she was above him, her fingers still wrapped around him.
He found himself unable to speak as her lips kissed down his stomach and suddenly engulfed him into her warm mouth. That alone was enough to make him almost release all that had been building up inside him, but he somehow managed to regain some sort of self control. As she said, they had all night, and he certainly didn't want to rush this.
That did become increasingly more challenging, however, as she continued to bob her head gently, her lips moving from as close to the base of his member as she could get before rising up to the tip, and then repeating the action again and again. He let out another strangled cry as she used a hand to squeeze the part of him that she couldn't quite fit into her mouth, and the combination of her tongue and hand started to unravel his composure.
Her hair was like flames as it fell over her face, and he found that he wanted it out of the way so he could watch her. With one hand, he swept up the scarlet locks and held it to the side. The sight of her was his undoing.
"Daisy..." He groaned out, in a way of warning, but either she did not hear him or she simply did not care. Either way, she did not stop, and soon he found himself releasing into her mouth and moaning out her name several times as pleasure scorched through his body. He released her hair so he could fist both his hands into the sheets below them.
When she was done, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before crawling up to lay beside him, their naked bodies pressing into each other. There was no awkwardness between them, as one may expect from two people who had known each other all their lives. Instead, neither of them could recall a time they had ever felt more comfortable. Their bodies fit together perfectly.
She placed a kiss on the part of his chest above his thundering heart, where his wedding rune resided, before looking up at him.
There was a flicker of sudden apprehension in her eyes that he was quick to amend. "You are remarkable." He told her softly, his finger tracing the outline of her face, his eyes taking in all her perfect features, before settling under her chin, raising her mouth to his. "My angel..."
It didn't take long for the kiss to get heated, it was like adding gasoline to a burning fire and watching the flames erupt. Soon, the heat consumed them once again, and James rolled them over, laughing against her mouth as Cordelia made a surprised noise. He used it to his advantage, parting her lips with his tongue as he explored her mouth. Not letting him control the kiss easily, her tongue battled against his for dominance.
His found found its way to her breast, playing with the perked nipple before coming to rest on her slim hip. He moved so he was on top of her again, his weight braced off her, but his hips still pressed her into the mattress so she could feel exactly what she was doing to him. He lined herself up to her entrance and practically fell apart at the feeling.
Her eyes darkened, and as their lips parted, she pressed her cheek against his temple and whispered into his ear, "I'm ready, Jamie. Make love to me."
As he eased himself into her depths, he groaned into her chest at the warmth that surrounded him. "By the Angel, Daisy!" He could never have imagined just how wonderful this would feel, and he knew that the main reason for that was the woman who lay underneath him. Cordelia had been the centre of his world for a long, long time, and now she was his heart. He'd gladly spend the rest of his life trying to live up to being the man that she deserved.
He stilled, giving them both time to adjust. Then, Cordelia raised her hips in encouragement, and he started a slow, gentle rhythm of thrusting. Cordelia's nails clawed at his back as she lifted a leg, bending it at the knee and pressing against the side of his waist. The new angle allowed him to go deeper, to feel more of her. One of his hands instantly went to cup her calf, whilst the other framed her face as he kissed her lovingly.
There were a million words he wished to say to her, but in this moment, he knew the best way to convey them was physically. She kissed him back with just as much passion, as if understanding his intention, and they both burned together as he continued to thrust into her, going deeper and deeper each time. He felt a hand on his back, and then her nails were clawing down his spine.
"James...Jamie..." He had never heard a more beautiful sound than that of his name being moaned from her lips. The feel of her wrapped around him was driving him insane, and as her nails continued to scratch his back raw, he increased his speed. The desire to make it had faded away, replaced by a need that threatened to overpower him. Cordelia, however, seemed to have to complaints about the quickening pace, as she lifted her hips to meet his every thrust.
"I love you." He told her, kissing her cheeks, the corner of her mouth, her jawline, anywhere and everywhere he could reach. "I love you with every fibre of my being."
There was a wetness to her cheeks, and he looked to see tears streaking down her beautiful face, but the light that was glowing in her eyes reassured him that they were from happiness. "I've waited so long to hear those words."
"And you will never go another day without hearing them." He promised, thrusting harder into her. She cried out, directing his lips back to hers hungrily, completely dominating the kiss. He didn't fight it. He loved her fierceness, and he wiped her tears away gently with his thumb.
It didn't take much longer until Cordelia was moaning out his name and fluttering around him as her organism took hold of her body. "James," She said against his mouth. "Let go, James. Come with me."
Come with me. With that, he gave in to his deepest desire, with a final thrust he filled her with his juices and remained inside her for a long while after her finished, letting them both return from their high gradually. Against his will, he pulled out of her slowly.
He kissed her once more before falling onto his side, completely spent. She nested into his side instantly, her head coming to rest on his chest while his arm wrapped itself around her, holding her where she was even though she had no intention on ever moving from him. They both lay there panting, their bodies glistening with sweat, with no sheets covering them. His fingers traced invisible patterns onto her bare shoulder, gliding over the runes that covered her skin.
"Not falling asleep on me yet, are you?" She teased him lightly as his eyes fluttered shut.
He smirked. "Don't you worry, I am merely regaining my strength." He assured her cheekily, his hand dropping from her shoulder so he could grab a handful of her ass cheek and squeezed it. "I am not nearly done with you, my love."
She smiled at that, his favourite smile that lit her dark eyes and made her whole face glow. He knew then that this was how he wanted to spend every night, for the rest of his life. Not just the sex part - but to have her in his arms, with no borders between them, and have her smiling at him like that. He'd never wanted something so much in his life as much as he wanted Cordelia. His heart beat for her, and would continue to do so until he died.
"How could I have been so foolish to waste so many years without telling you what i felt for you?" He wondered out loud, his hand moving up to cover her heart.
She covered it with her own, her fingers filling the gaps between his. "Well, you were bound to a siren. I don't think it would be fair of me to blame you for that." She teased.
"I always knew." He told her, thinking of when he had been completely blinded by the bracelet. "You were always there, in my mind. The bracelet may have made me forget certain memories, but I would receive glimpses, and they'd always be of you. Even when I was bound to her, you had my heart. You always will."
As her scarlet hair brushed against his chin, he breathed in the scent of vanilla that he always associated with her. What he had felt for Grace - what he had been made to feel - had never compared to this. It had always felt like he had been floating, with nothing to tether him, nothing to explain why he felt like that. But with Cordelia, it all made sense. He loved her so much, and he knew why, and that was the difference.
"You're making me swoon." She accused him lightly, but her tone betrayed the fact that she did not mind one bit.
"Good. I intend on making you swoon at least three times a day, before the rest of your life." He told her in all seriousness.
She laughed gently at that, causing her body to rock. He enjoyed the noise of her laughter; she had always had a contagious laugh, one that touched his own mouth and made him smile. "You don't have to try to make me swoon, James." She informed him. "You've always been able to do so, without even knowing it."
He moved then, capturing her lips and laying her back against the pillows. "Well then, Mrs Herondale." The use of her married name caused them both to shiver with desire. "Prepare to be completely, utterly, swooned." And with that, he kissed her, and spent the rest of the night making love to his beautiful wife.
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Once again, I just love this pairing, and I cannot wait until the sequel is released next year to see how they're relationship continues, and hopefully they do actually admit their feelings for each other.
This is the first main pairing that I have absolutely adored. As much as I enjoyed reading the storylines of Clary and Jace, and Tessa and Will etc, I've always loved Sophie and Gideon, and Jocelyn and Luke, so I'll be writing some stories based on them too.
I'm also in the process of writing another one about Cordelia and James, which I will add onto this story as a separate chapter.
Thanks for reading
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