Okay, this is gonna be another one of these months you get two updates in month, so...*throws internet cookies*

Clary's legs were stinging as they rode. The tiny blue and white cheerleading skirt was blowing everywhere, and it made her wish that she had still kept her spanx on, just for some extra protection. She wasn't sure where they were going because she was keeping her head down, and she was glad that she had her phone, wallet and keys in the canvas bag that was thrown behind her, the strap over her shoulder and crossing over her chest. When the bike finally started slowing down, Clary lifted her head to look over Jace's shoulder and she furrowed her eyebrows as she realized that they were pulling into an empty parking lot alongside the beach.

It definitely wasn't a part of the beach that she had been to before, and this was not a parking lot that she would ever park her car in. There were cigarette butts and rubbish everywhere, and there was graffiti on the signs and the low fencing that surrounded the car park before leading down toward the beach.

"Where are we?" Clary asked with a crinkle of her nose as Jace stopped his bike and rested one of his feet on the ground, balancing it.

"Come on," Jace stated without answering her question. He kicked out the bike stand and then got off the bike, not being too careful as he did so, jostling Clary around. Clary slid off the bike as well, and her legs were shaky again, the same way that they had been the first time she had gotten off. Jace gripped her arm, exactly like he had the first time. Clary recovered quicker, although her thighs were still stinging ridiculously. She took off the helmet and then began to follow him, but he just raised his eyebrows and nodded at her bag.

"I'm not going to leave this here," Clary stated, looking incredulous. "Have you seen this place? It'll get stolen!" Jace snorted.

"No one's going to touch a bag that's on that bike," he sounded very assured of that fact. "As soon as they see the mark, they'll know they're better off steering clear." He leaned over and tapped to a small engraving near the back of the bike; the same one that was stitched into the back of Jace's leather jacket and the same tattoo that Clary had seen on the girl at the tattoo shop. A reaper with a scythe. He saw her hesitation and he just patted the seat of the bike. "Come on. Put it down." Clary clenched her teeth together before slowly pulling the strap of the bag over her head and then putting it down on the seat of the bike. "Good," he reached out and took her hand.

Like it was nothing.

Like it was that simple.

Even though the only guy she had only ever held hands with Jordan before, and she'd had a reasonably steady relationship with him.

"Let's go," he stated, turning around and tugging at her hand so that she was forced to follow behind. Her thighs stopped stinging as the night air smoothed over them, and she was thankful for the warm weather that California boasted. The beach seemed as though it was empty, although she had no idea what kind of people would be hiding in the sand dunes, given the shady area of town they seemed to be in. Jace wasn't walking slowly, and because his strides were longer than hers, she had to walk quickly to keep up with him, her bright white sneakers kicking up sand. Clary couldn't help her breathing was quickening, her chest rising and falling as her eyes flicked around the dark beach, the lights from the small car park and ones dotting along the dunes, barely giving any lights, and the moon and stars mostly hidden by clouds.

"Where are we going?" Clary asked, trying to keep the shake out of her voice, even though she was beginning to regret getting on the back of a motorcycle with a biker.

What the fuck was she thinking?

"Just over there," Jace pointed ahead and Clary looked past him, to where a life guard station was. The tide was going out, and when they reached it, they climbed up the steps until they got to the small deck out the front of the station. Jace let go of Clary's hand and turned around to sit down on the deck, back against the wall of the small building, facing the ocean. Clary's eyes widened as he patted the deck next to you.

"Uh," Clary curled her lip upward. "Can you put your jacket down? Or something?" She asked, waving a manicured finger at the deck, which was caked with sand and dirt and who knew what else.

"My jacket?" Jace snorted as he looked up at her, and realized that she was still watching him expectantly. He shook his head and snorted again, propping up one leg so that his foot was flat on the deck and he could rest his arm over it. "No," he told her. "You can't sit on my jacket." Clary's eyebrows lifted in surprise and Jace just rolled his eyes, looking back up at her. "Get down here," he told her, words short as he reached up for her wrist and gave it a gentle jerk. It wasn't hard enough to hurt, but definitely firm enough to pull her body forward.

"Fine," Clary spat out, sitting down on the wooden slats next to him and pulling her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs and staring forward grumpily. Jace just let out a short laugh and shook his head, looking forward, toward the ocean. There was a light on the eave above them, but it was broken, because it was dark, and Clary knew that they were completely hidden by the shadows of the small building. The silent minutes stretched by and finally Clary let out frustrated sigh. "Why did we come here?" She snipped.

"Shit, do you ever fucking switch off?" Jace asked her, turning his head to look at her. Even though his words were rough, there was amusement on his face.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Clary glared at him.

"I mean—you're always so uptight! Don't you ever just, I don't know, switch off? Take the stick out of your ass?" Jace raised an eyebrow at her, although there was an amused smirk on his mouth.

"I don't have a stick up my ass," she growled at him.

"Riiiiight," Jace snorted and Clary felt her whole body tense even more in frustration. She felt her toes curl in her sneakers and she gritted her teeth together. "So what's the whole thing going on with you and the dude-bro looking fucker?"

"I assume you mean Jordan?" Clary asked through clenched teeth.

"That's the one," Jace nodded with a smirk.

"We're not together," she answered.

"You sure?" Jace tipped his head to the side, still smirking that intimidating, self-assured smirk that made Clary's stomach twist in a way that she couldn't tell if it was intense dislike or intense arousal.

She went with dislike.

That was easier to work with.

"You guys definitely looked like you were together that first time I saw you," he snorted. "You know, when he kicked you out of the car and left you on the side of the road in the middle of the night?" Clary glared at him.

"We're not together," she repeated with a growl in her voice. "We broke up."

"After he left you on the side of the road in the middle of the night?" Jace asked with amusement in his voice.

"Oh, for fucks sakes!" Clary exclaimed, and she pushed off the ground, getting quickly to her feet. She managed to take two steps forward toward the steps leading back down to the beach before Jace was on his feet and reached out with one strong arm, wrapping it around her waist and pulling her back easily against his hard body. Clary let out a loud 'oof' as her body collided with his, and she was about to open her mouth and start berating him for man handling her, but then she became very aware of just how close they were.

"So you're single then, huh?" Jace's breath was hot against her ear and usually she would find that gross, but it just sent a shiver down her spine.

"I don't see why that would be of any interest to you," Clary tried to keep her voice even, but Jace's arm was still tight around her waist, and she could his other one shifting, ghosting over the outside of her bare thigh before moving away, and then coming back again, this time a little higher up her thigh. Her voice didn't come out evenly. In fact, it shook a little.

"You're right," Jace replied, and suddenly his arm loosened around her waist and stepped back, and Clary's back suddenly felt cold at the loss of his warmth and she wobbled a little, given she had been leaning back on him. But then just as quickly, he was moving back in, spinning her around and stepping her backwards, forcing her back so that she was pressed against the railing that ran around the small deck. "I don't give a fuck if you've got a boyfriend or not. Doesn't stop me from getting hard at the idea of having my cock inside you."

Clary blinked and then her face screwed up.

"That's disgusting," she managed to spit out at him.

"Aw, sweet thing," Jace cooed out sarcastically. "Are you used to being talked to a lot nicer? Does he talk to you nice at all when he's fucking you?" Clary couldn't stop herself from blinking rapidly. "Or is he quiet? And does he only do it with the lights off?" His fingers curled around her waist, and then he was picking her up as though she weighed nothing, and put her on the railing. Clary gripped at it firmly, glad that the top rail was made of flat wood, and so at least she had a secure place to sit, but it didn't stop her from feeling panicked as Jace pushed her thighs apart and stood firmly between them.

"You need to move," Clary growled under her breath at him. "This was a stupid idea. I don't know why I came here with you."

"I do," Jace retorted with a grin.

"Oh, you do now, do you?" Clary snapped.

"You're a bored little cheerleader who wanted to show her boyfriend that she wasn't afraid to play with the big, bad biker," Jace smirked at her, and Clary's hand twitched at her side, wanting to reach out and slap him for his remarks.

Probably because they hit close to home.

"I told you," Clary's words were practically hissed at him. "He's not my boyfriend."

"Great," Jace's smirk turned downright devilish as his hands started moving again, off her hips, curving over her thighs, his thumbs rubbing up closer to the hem of the tiny cheerleading skirt that she was wearing. "So, at least we know that your delicate morals aren't going to be greyed then." His thumbs slipped underneath the hem of her skirt and she felt her throat run dry as they inched up closer, to her underwear.

"Wh..." her voice came out raspy, and his smile grew wider and she swallowed hard. "What are you doing?"

"Gonna make you forget all about boring ass vanilla sex I know you've been getting," Jace answered, and then dropped to his knees in front of her.

I watched the movie It's Kind of a Funny Story for the first time, I've been meaning to watch it for years, but I just never had. I'm really glad I did, so I definitely recommend it. It's got Zach Galifianakis, Viola Davis and Emma Roberts and it's just a really really good. Sort of similar to Perks of Being a Wallflower, although nowhere near as good since that's my favourite movie of all time. Haha. Also as I'm writing this, we're watching Big Hero 6 and I just adore this movie so much. They're all just amazing, and Tadashi is just...The most beautiful person in the world. Oh, and the other day I watched Need For Speed again, which is just a mindlessly car racing movie, but I love Aaron Paul and Imogen Poots and so it's great. Haha.

For TV shows, I've recently started The Bold Type, and I'm completely in love, the three main girls are adorable, I don't know which one is my favourite so far. None? All? All, I think. And I absolutely love Alex. And Jacqueline is a fucking goddess. Honestly, the show just makes me so happy. Also Crashing, which was fucking hilarious. Some of the lines in it were really cruel, actually, which kind of cut for a comedy show. I absolutely fucking LOVED Melody and Colin and Sam. Particularly Melody. Also, Derry Girls, I've recommended it before, I'll do it again. Haha. My husband and I have watched it sooooooo many times, it's generally our go-to when stoned. Haha.

Okay, so songs... Uh, some old ones I've been listening to—Forever and Sex Metal Barbie by In This Moment, um, also Blood and Adrenalize. Slow Fade by Ruth B, which is beautiful, Cringe by Matt Maeson and the acoustic version is even better. None Of My Business by Cher Lloyd and Takeaway by The Chainsmokers and then Hope For The Underrated Youth by Yungblud, which I bawled my eyes out over the first few times I listened to it.

Okay; questions...Anyone into Veronica Mars? Anyone been into Veronica Mars since they were a child? Oh my god. I was so fucking disappointed by the reboot. Like, my entire heart dropped. I only got two episodes in, and I wasn't really enjoying it, I just felt like Veronica wasn't characterized well, she had actually regressed, and then I read the ending, and I just refused to go on. So...That's disappointment dating back to my primary school days.

Umm...Favourite song right now? Mine is hammer by nothing,nowhere.

And how many tattoos do you have? I've just gotten my second one, and I think I'm getting a third in November, and then I've got plans for, like, four others.

Anyway, drop a review, they make my day :)