2. Summons
They received two other calls before finally making it back to the institute, one small call about a disagreement between a vampire of Raphael's coven (who later turned out to be Simon) and a girl, Maia, from Luke's pack. They had arrived at the Jade Wolf to find the vampire kicking around outside, a sheepish look on his face, surrounded by several aggressive wolves. After a short conversation with Luke Maia and her friends went back inside and Luke dragged Simon with them to their next call to ensure he stayed safe, only after having stern words with him over his day-lighter abilities. The following call had been slightly more interesting, they had been invited out to the Celestial Blood Bar to look into the disappearance of a young male Vampire. They had found him several blocks away with the companion he had been drinking with sitting against the wall, head in his hands and covered in blood.
"Well, today has been eventful," Luke noted, his eyes shimmering in the soft light of the lamp to his left. He sat in the high backed armchair nursing a glass of scotch, his expression unreadable.
"I'm sorry again, about the trouble. It's just Raphi's been really busy with vamp politics and I haven't had anything to do." Simon explained for the seventh time that evening. He had a hip flask full of blood and had been sipping at it periodically for the past hour, Clary would have thought nothing of it if Simon wasn't a nervous fidgeter. Eyeing him with a gaze that promised to get to the bottom of his issues later she let it slide, for the time being, choosing to focus on the slow even breathing of Isabelle behind her.
"I have some news as well, I haven't had a good opportunity to tell you but now seems like a good time, everyone's full-on dinner and we've had a pretty successful day." Luke began, taking a sip of scotch, his eyes lingering on Clary for a moment longer than usual.
Clary surveyed her family for a moment, they didn't seem to catch on that the oncoming news wasn't exactly going to be good.
"So more good news to end the day then? Or... no?" Jace faltered, seeing Luke's expressionless gaze.
"No, he's saying he didn't want to tell us this news when we were in a bad mood, I'm guessing it's not good news." Clary studied Luke thoughtfully for a moment then smiled at him. "Whatever it is, I'm sure we'll be fine Luke." She added after a moment, leaning back against Isabelle's toned body.
"So what is it?" Alec questioned, he looked unsure. Clary knew he had been struggling more than usual, though he tried not to let on to the others and she hoped he would be okay going forward.
"The Clave has requested our presence in Alicante. I don't know what it's about, I just know they've requested all of the current shadows from this institute, they seem to have a particular interest in Clary." He drained his glass, averting his eyes from Jace's anger-filled expression.
"You can't be serious." The blonde-haired boy commented, anger flashing in his golden eyes. "What if they know about her abilities, Luke? You know they'll want to interrogate her and find out everything they can."
Clary felt Isabelle's arms tense around her at Jace's comment. She turned her head to the side, catching the fleeting expression of fear that passed over her features like a moving shadow.
"It's okay, I want to know what Alicante is like, I want to see it and maybe they can tell me exactly what it was that Valentine did to me." Clary offered, though she feared from the look on Jace's face that he might not care about her feelings on this particular occasion. With a frown, she turned back to Isabelle and watched her exchange a silent conversation with the blonde-haired boy to their left. Feeling helpless she cast her eyes over to Luke and Alec, the first of which studiously avoided her eyes. With a shrinking feeling her eyes connected with Alec's ice blue orbs, he gave her a half smile and barely shrugged his left shoulder, as if to say 'it's out of my hands'.
"Either way, we will be leaving in two days. The Clave has arranged with Magnus to create a direct portal." He gave them a tired look, clearly unpleased with the mixed reactions he received.
"Well, I'm glad you'll get to see your real home." Simon nudged her with his elbow, giving her a cheesy smile. "Want to come and grab a coffee with me?"
Clary reluctantly agreed, shuffling into the kitchen after Simon. She wondered what was so important that he felt the need to drag her away from such an imperative conversation but followed him nonetheless, the kitchen door swinging closed behind them and muffling the resumed conversation almost completely.
"What's up?" Clary asked, grabbing a cup from the dishwasher and placing it on the counter as Simon began to percolate the coffee.
"I'm sorry it's just, I have this like crush... Anyway, it's like ah I don't know how to explain it, I feel all tingly and warm around them and y'know but they're around me all the time and it's agonizing." Simon gushed, retrieving the silver flask from his pocket and taking a small sip before stowing it away again.
Clary raised a delicate red brow at him, almost chuckling at her dorky best-friends predicament. "Seriously, Simon, how long have we known each other? You know I know who it is." Clary teased, cracking a grin at the flustered vampire. She bumped him out of the way with her hip, sticking her tongue out at him petulantly before pouring some coffee into the mug and adding some sugar.
"Okay fine, that doesn't mean I want to say it out loud though," Simon replied, his face pleading. He handed her the milk from the fridge, waiting for her to finish with it before stowing it away in one of the shelves on the door.
"Fine. You should just tell him, Simon, if it's that hard. Seriously, you'll feel loads better after." She flashed him a smile, drinking some of the warm liquid. It surprised her how nice the feeling of the coffee coating her throat was and decided she must have been a lot thirstier than she thought.
"Oho, straight to the point as always Fray. Your sage advice is much loved." Simon grinned before pulling her into a one-armed hug, mindful of the coffee clasped tightly in her hands. "I should probably be getting back now anyway. Call me if you need me, I've got absolutely nothing to do so I'd love to spend any time I can with you."
Clary placed her coffee down on the dining table and gave him a proper hug, pounding on his back when the hug became too tight and began to stop her from breathing.
"I'll catch you later, Simon." Clary picked up her coffee again, exchanging a smile with her friend before he disappeared off to the Dumort again. When she returned to the lounge Luke, Alec and Jace were missing and Isabelle appeared to be engrossed in a wildlife documentary on the television.
"It would be cool if they did something like this for demons, Dahak's and ravagers in their natural habitats." Isabelle joked, shooting Clary a cute smile.
"Well now, that does sound interesting, it would be dangerous for the people recording it though." Clary played along, sliding into the spot next to Isabelle, the soft fabric of the couch spreading out in random patterns beneath her fingertips. Isabelle was wearing a casual black and red dress with thin straps running over her bare shoulders. Small black heels hung from her feet which dangled off of the edge of the couch. She was perfectly beautiful and appeared to be fairly comfortable in her position next to the red-haired girl. Clary pulled her legs up onto the couch and crossed them like she had been conditioned to do in elementary school, barely feeling any of the discomfort she had back in those days.
"So what do you want to do then?" Isabelle asked, stretching out like a cat and placing her head and shoulders fully in Clary's lap, her brown eyes gazing up at her with an unidentifiable intensity.
"Whatever you want," Clary responded, feeling rather breathless under the intensity of Isabelle's gaze. She could see Isabelle's eyes darken slightly at the tone of her voice, her breathing picking up so slightly Clary almost missed it.
"Come to the bedroom with me, then," Isabelle stated, sitting up so that their faces were barely inches apart, her dark eyes drifting towards Clary's lips and back up to her mossy green eyes in one smooth motion.
"Okay." Clary breathed, her face gravitating slowly towards her partners, seeking out the warmth of the other's lips until they were barely a centimetre apart and she could feel the brunette's breath ghosting deliciously over her lips.
Before their lips could connect Isabelle stood up suddenly from the couch with a mischievous look. She reached down and grabbed Clary's hand before pulling the red-haired girl up from the couch and leading her from the room. Clary was hypnotised by the swaying of Isabelle's hips as she walked ahead of her, barely noticing as they passed through the doorway to her room, purple sheets still kicked back on the bed where Isabelle left them that morning.
Isabelle turned as she met the bed, throwing her arms around Clary's neck and capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. Clary's eyes shot up as she responded to the kiss, her tongue teasing the edge of Isabelle's plump red lip asking for entry which the dark-haired girl permitted promptly. She allowed Clary's tongue to explore the cavern of her mouth, passing over the ridges of the roof of Isabelle's mouth and mapping out the offered area before taking up a tantalizing dance with the brunette's tongue. Clary felt the heat building in her core as she grasped her counterpart's hips and guided her backwards gracelessly onto the bed. She delighted in the low moan that dragged out in Isabelle's throat, the vibrations from the sound passing over their tongues as they kissed.
Clary pulled away, her eyes locking with Isabelle's as she gathered the hem of the girls' dress and pulled it slowly over the girl's head, tossing it unceremoniously to the floor before attacking Isabelle's throat and collarbones with a barrage of sweet kisses and teasing bites. She could feel Isabelle wiggling beneath her as Clary's hands wandered up Isabelle's stomach to cup her covered breasts, the black lace of her bra rough against the skin of Clary's hands. The feeling of having Isabelle at her mercy flicked a switch deep in Clary's mind that she wasn't aware of, she was filled with an innate confidence. With one hand Clary grasped the back of Isabelle's neck, lifting the dark-eyed girl a few inches from the bed to make room for her hand. Clary fumbled for a moment with the clasp but grinned at Isabelle anyway, emotions whirling around in her head and reflected in Isabelle's dark eyes as they gazed at each other.
She slid Isabelle's bra off, her fingertips trailing down the soft skin of Isabelle's arms as she did so, then threw it in the direction of the dress she had relieved minutes before. She allowed a moment for Isabelle to strip her top half, her gaze eyeing shaking slender hands with a smirk as the clothing was removed.
"Are you nervous?" Clary asked confidently, her thighs pressing into Isabelle's hips slightly as she leant over the dark-haired girl. She saw no reason to feel embarrassed over her nudity, she trusted Isabelle implicitly.
"A little." Isabelle chuckled, her hands sliding over the naked skin of Clary's back distractingly.
Clary allowed her lips to connect with Isabelle's smooth red ones, initiating a tender kiss which quickly became more fervent. Isabelle's hips pressed up into her eagerly and Clary allowed a moan to slide past her lips, her hands running over Isabelle's shoulders and down the centre of her chest, her index fingers dipping beneath the thin undergarment that resided there momentarily before trailing back up to the girls' breasts. She allowed her hands to pass over the smooth skin, Isabelle's hardened red nipples brushing against the palm of Clary's hand. Seeing Isabelle's eyes flutter shut at the touch Clary dragged her index fingers over the stiffened peaks circling them gently, enjoying the soft whimpers and moans emitting from plump parted lips.
The lusty fog surrounding Clary's mind thickened as her desire for the mewling girl grew, her lips crashed down against Isabelle's, red hair mingling with dark brown as the kissed her partner with all of the passion she could muster. Isabelle raised her hips again in response and in one smooth motion Clary slid her fingers into Isabelle's silky underwear and slipped them down her legs. With her index finger, she traced a line from the outside of Isabelle's ankle, across her knee and up the inside of the girl's thigh, her nail dragging against the soft skin all the while. She watched with rapt attention as Isabelle's hands grasped the sheets beside her, her lip tucked firmly between her teeth as she groaned.
Clary shifted her weight off of Isabelle and nestled herself between the dark-haired girl's legs, her left hand sliding under Isabelle's neck were her head met with the pillow. She kissed the girl again, drawing aimless patterns across the girl's stomach before delving into the hot wetness between her legs. Clary moaned as her fingers glided over Isabelle's clit, the feeling of Isabelle's silky wetness further fueling her desire. Isabelle let out a loud moan as Clary's finger circled her clit, taking up a slow and heavy rhythm. The dark haired girl let out soft moans and pants beneath her, her hips wiggling in an attempt to gain more friction.
Clary leaned down, placing a gentle kiss against the pale expanse of skin below Isabelle's jaw. She pressed her teeth to the area and began sucking gently, her tongue flicking over the soft skin as she did so.
"F-fuck. Please, Clary." Isabelle panted, her hands pulling the sheets upward as she writhed. Complying with Isabelle's vague wishes Clary increased her pace, her finger sliding over Isabelle's wetness with ease. Clary released Isabelle's neck as the girl threw her head back, biting her lip so hard a small bead of blood collected on her lip, a stark contrast to the white of her teeth.
"Please what, Isabelle?" Clary whispered, Isabelle's name rolling off of her tongue like a seductive invitation. She gazed at Isabelle, her tongue darting out to slide over dry lips in an attempt to moisten them.
"Please, fuck me," Isabelle replied, her breathing coming out in small gasps. Taking her invitation Clary plunged two fingers inside of her wound up partner, her thumb still pressed against the girl's clit as she slid them in and out of her wetness effortlessly.
Clary delighted in the low moans that burst from Isabelle's lips as her fingers hammered into the girl, her body shuddering with the building orgasm. Isabelle's hands flew to Clary's hips, gripping them tightly as the dark-haired girl cursed and moaned, driving Clary on.
With a quiet groan, Clary took her bottom lip between her teeth, ceasing her motions for a moment to add a third finger before resuming with urgency, her knuckles thudding against Isabelle's thigh as she pounded into her. Isabelle cursed loudly, her back arching up off of the bed as she called Clary's name, her voice cracking. The walls of Isabelle's centre twitched and pulsed against Clary's fingers and with a soft gasp, she felt her own dampened release. Her eyes flew shut as the short jolts of pleasure passed over her, a deep red blush rising on her cheeks immediately after.
After allowing a moment for the two to catch their breaths, Clary rolled off to the side, a sleepy haze filling her brain. They shared another gentle kiss as Isabelle tucked herself into Clary's side and pulled the covers over them. They lay with their foreheads touching, fingers wound together atop Clary's stomach and stayed there long into the night.