Chapter Two

Friday Night, Morgenstern Mansion

~Jace Herondale~

People began to flow into the countryside house around ten that night and the music was pounding through the walls. Exuberant shouts of drinking teenagers sang to loud songs across the house as they danced among the flashing lights. Cliche red solo cups spilled cheap alcohol over fine thread carpets along the first floor. Jace was thankful that his best friends parents owned a plot of land away from civilization or the police would have definitely come knocking. There was no one around for miles, no annoyed neighbors to call the police.

Jace was blissful that it was a four day weekend and he could sleep away the drinking and dancing he had been doing all night. His head felt a little more light and he grinned easily as the alcohol flowed through him. They had the entire house to themselves, knowing their friends, Jace was sure that they would be spending the weekend together, trying to get over their hangovers and bad decisions.

Well, not the dozens of school friends that had shown up to the party, just their inner group. Clary, Izzy, Jon, Sebastian, and Jace would be staying in the Morgenstern house. Usually Alec, Magnus and Simon would also stick around but apparently studying for one of their shared exams was more important than tradition. It was their regular routine after a party. It would be an entertaining weekend, like it usually was when the five of them stayed together. Even without three of their friends, although Jace would admit to not missing Simon.

Jace passes a couple making out against the wall and as he passed them, cringed when he caught sight of his best friend getting comfortable with a ditzy looking brunette. He was almost certain that the same girl watched them at practice from the bleachers every Tuesday, good for her. He slipped past them and looked around for someone worth spending the night with.

He glanced at half naked, drunk girls pressing themselves shamelessly into guys they probably didn't know. Abandoned beer bottles littered the floor, crushed cups and cans were stuffed in odd places around the room. Jace sidestepped from a shirtless boy trying to do a handstand against the flat screen television. Jace's golden eyes searched through the barely clad women, looking for a pretty girl with an empty cup.

Straight ahead, dancing across the crowded living room floor there was a tight black dress wrapped around a slim swaying body. The lights flickered and he couldn't see her features clearly, especially from the angle he could see her, but he could see the gentle curve of her jaw and the curls pinned to the crown of her head in a mystery shade of red. She raised her arms above her head as she moved to the beat of the music and threw herself into the rhythm.

Jace crept up behind her, parting the sea of sweating bodies until he reached her sweet strawberry scent, he slipped behind her with an easy grin playing on his lips. He could tell her body flushed from the tint of pink over her shoulders and neck, but she kept her face turned away from his. The blond kept his hands on her hips and leaned forward until his nose ran the smooth column of her throat, feeling her shudder.

He caught sight of Izzy in the crowd, Jace's eyes flickering over her face for a moment before he turned his attention back to the girl against his chest. Her hips lightly grazed his and Jace hummed as her hair brushed his chin, a wave of floral shampoo washing over him. Jace could feel his excitement rising when her warm hands fell over his on her moving hips, pushing back against his body.

His voice was low and husky as whispered against her skin, "If you're interested in finishing this dance, meet me upstairs in the first bedroom to your left. Five minutes, gorgeous." He pressed a heated kiss below her ear.

Several strands of hair rained down her bare shoulders and Jace's senses were plunged into her addictive scent, strawberries and roses. He wanted to bury his nose into the intoxicating mixture or bottle it for a fond memory.

After a moment she nodded and he let her go, stepping away from the dancing bodies and quickly making his way up the stairs. She wasn't far behind him when he glanced back, Jace figured she needed to say goodbye to the girls she had been dancing with before meeting him in the guest bedroom for a few hours of good fun.

Jace could hear her stumbling up the steps behind him, he decided she must be slightly tipsy from one too many shots. He groaned, disheartened. If she was too drunk there would be no sex, not with Jace at least, he refused to be with a girl who wouldn't remember him or have a clear choice in what she wanted.

Jace unlocked the door and stepped inside the dark room, he hoped that she wasn't the 'throw up' kind of drunk since that would ruin his mood for the night in more than one way. Jace thought about turning the light on so she wouldn't trip over any of the furniture but before he had the chance, she was blocking the switch with her body.

The lights were dimmed from the outside but he could see her shadow moving towards him slowly, with measured and predatory steps. Kicking off his converse, he expected her to call out for him or flip the lights on so she could see him, but she didn't. Instead Jace felt her push him onto the made bed.

She was stronger than he expected her to be from her small stature and it was one hell of a turn on for him. Jace felt the sheets shift and move until there was a weight resting on his waist, shapely legs draped over his hips as she straddled him. He could still smell the sweet scent and knows the right girl has hopped into his bed, distantly he wonders why that scent is so familiar to him. Jace's hands inched to her knees but before he could grab onto her, she pinned his hands above his head with one hand, trailing the other down his shirt-clad chest, fingernails scratching lightly over him.

Jace knew he could easily free himself but it was all a power play for her. She held all the cards by taking charge and Jace liked it. He arched his hips trying to create friction with his growing arousal. Nimble fingers flicked the first few buttons of his shirt before losing patience and ripping the fabric of his shirt open- buttons ripping.

Her teeth nipped at his collarbone lightly, the fabric over her breasts grazed his chest. Breathy sighs echoed in his ears as the girl peppered sweet kisses on his neck. Jace tried to glimpse her face from the dim light coming from the window but all he could see was the top of her head. She sucked at a ribbon of sensitive skin below his ear and he groaned lowly, self control close to snapping and taking her.

She paused, her eyelashes tickling his cheek.

He waited for her to continue their foreplay- he expected her lips on his or her dress to unwrap from her body, but what he didn't expect was for her to bury her face in his shoulder and hear her melodic laughter shortly after. She released his hands and shifted on his lap before the night stand was bathed in golden light.

"You're too easy, Herondale." Clary grinned above him, hands balanced on his chest. "Who would have thought that you were this responsive. Or gullible."

The dark dress was a charcoal grey and contrasted to her creamy skin, it reminded Jace of light and dark. The fabric was hiked up her thighs as she continues to straddle Jace, her head thrown back in laugher and her body shaking as she chuckled. Jace lifted himself on his elbows and Clary is propelled up with him as he moved, but she didn't get up from his lap.

He was so used to seeing her look like a nerdy girl that Jace was shocked when he saw her legs yesterday, now he was clearly seeing more of them and the swan-like neck leading down to her breasts. They weren't hiding in tee-shirts and jeans and she looked so much like a girl that Jace couldn't believe he hadn't seen her before.

Clary was no longer laughing, her emerald green eyes beginning to follow his fingertips as he trailed them to the buttons on her side. Jace suspected that the brass buttons were the only thing keeping her dress tightly over her body. Her breath hitched as his fingers gripped her legs and popped the bottom clasp open to reveal more skin.

Her upper thighs broke out in goosebumps and Clary blinked rapidly as she stared at his hand in slight confusion

His thumb slowly grazed the smooth skin and Clary's breathing increased as he rubbed slow circles into her skin. The second button released under his seeking fingers and Jace casts a hot trail up her leg until he can feel the frilly material of her underwear. When her eyes widen and she stiffens, he knows she's going to try and run away from what's happening between them.

From what he knows they're both feeling.

Grabbing her waist with both of his hands, Jace flipped them over quickly. Her muscled legs still locked securely over his hips, wrapping her body wonderfully against his. Jace watched her face flush as he settled between her legs, leaning forward until their noses brushed. An embarrassingly loud gasp had Jace glancing at the door. Finding it locked, he grinning devilishly.

She wanted to tease him? Jace decided that he would show her exactly what happened when someone played with fire.

"Tables have turned, darling." His hands comfortably rested on either side of her head, fiery red hair breaking away from her elaborate hairstyle, brushing his hands when she turned her head. "What's the little minx going to do now?"

~Clary Morgenstern~

Clary had to admit it was fun to mess with her brother's whoring best friend, at first, but being pinned underneath him didn't feel as disgusting as she expected it to. Not that she spent much of her time thinking about what he would feel like intimately pushed between her legs.

Jace was warm and hard muscles showed through his shirt, since she had apparently ripped through the buttons of his clothes while she had been teasing him. Maybe Clary had gotten slightly carried away by his scent and feel in the first place.

When Jace had stalked behind like a predator to grab onto her, dance against her and whisper dirty things in her ear, Clary had no intention of coming up the stairs with him. Infact, she was willing to lock him in the guest room from the outside so he couldn't bother anyone else for the rest of the day. But Isabelle had pushed her to go after him since she had a grudge against Jace- then again neither of them believed in his charms or whoring ways and Clary thought he deserved to be frustrated for once.

There are those moments in books when the heroine has some sort of intimacy issue and she's a blushing virgin but all problems are magically solved once her main love interest gets close to her. Then she suddenly has developed troubles breathing and thinking properly.

Clary didn't exactly need oxygen or help processing information in that moment she could think perfectly fine. Except those pesky times when her eyes involuntarily dropped to his parted lips, her own going drier than the Sahara she darted her tongue out to wet them.

It wasn't a secret that Jace was hotter than hell and sinful to look at, but there was a distinct difference in the way Clary saw him right now. When Clary saw him hitting on other girls or sweaty at practice it was just annoyance, but when she could feel his breath stirring her eyelashes and smell the mint on his breath, it was different.

Clary's back dug into the mattress and the pillow under her head was a contrast to the hard muscle hovering above her. He stayed quiet, letting his erection push between her legs but not creating the friction Clary wanted to feel. She felt a moment of scorn towards Isabelle for forcing the nightmarish dress on her before the party.

The skimpy dress, second skin of a monster, was ridden up above her underwear, flashing the slinky blue material. It should bother her more that his hands gripped her thighs and pushed the grey fabric further up. Clary didn't feel maltreated, in fact she was burning up from the tips of her toes to the skin of her chest. Every point of contact with Jace was electric, the pressure of his hips and his fingers.

Clary knew she should push the boy away and run down the stairs to her brother and stay far away from Jace Herondale, but she couldn't. Her body ached for him and she couldn't move away. She choose to lay under him, hypnotized by the slow movements of his fingers and unbreaking stare. Clary didn't feel the buttons releasing until Jace's hand crept above her hip.

Clary didn't know how much Jace had had to drink during the party but she could smell alcohol on his breath and if she couldn't see the focus in his eyes, she would think that he was wasted. He leaned in impossibly closer and the weight of his hands increased. Clary was certain that his nails had pierced the delicate skin, leaving crescent shaped scratches. Through gritted teeth, Clary hissed.

Clary pushed against his chest with his hands, Jace moves a fraction of an inch. A dangerous glint igniting in his eyes, like a lion finally pouncing on his evasive prey, Clary felt unsure of the darkening in his golden iris' as he gazed down at her in lust. Jace's calloused hands released her for a minutes then grabbed onto her wrists and slammed them above her head, grinding down against her roughly.

On one hand it was endearing having Jace look down at her like she was a mean, but on the other, how many girls had been on the receiving end of his attention?

His golden eyes devour any available flash of skin, letting the building rhythm of his hips tell Clary how much he wanted her.

Jace leaned down to kiss her, but Clary turns her head at the right time and he misses his mark, her lips. He settled for her neck, planting drunken kisses along her flushed skin. Clary squirmed underneath him but Jace seemed to take it as a sign that she was grinding against him, a low growl coming from the back of his throat. An uninvited breathy sigh left her lips.

Clary wondered if he was as turned on as she was.

Clary had always seen Jace as one of her brother's best friends and in turn always thought Jace saw her as just his best friends annoying little sister. If Jonathan knew how his so called best friend was practically suffocating his little sister under him, Clary didn't think he would be particularly happy with either one of them. Then again he might not care, shouldn't big brothers be overprotective?

"Jace?" she breathed. "What are we doing? We can't do this."

"Yes we can." His tongue peeked out against her throat, soothing the little bites left from his teeth. "Clarissa, if you don't want this-"

"I didn't say that!" Clary's fingers dug into his hair, her legs tightened around his hips, irrationally nervous that he could pull away from her. "And don't call me Clarissa."

Jace rose his head, grinning at her like they were sharing a secret. "Yes, ma'am."

He dipped his head back to her neck, peppering her skin with aggressively soft kisses on any piece of skin he saw. How could kisses be so soft but applied so roughly? Jace's cock was pressed against Clary's inner thigh, he tentatively bit down on the small area underneath her ear. Clary bit her lip, trying to suppress a moan.

The worse part? Clary was actually thinking about how good Jace would feel, regret was far away in the horizon.

To Be Continued...

So I've decided to finish this story. Why? I don't know, I still have no respect for Clare but I also decided that the people who follow this story deserve an ending. Now that I'm officially a high school graduate, I have more free time to actually write my stories. I hope I can finish this story within the next month or two. Which would make this my second complete story when it's done- check out the first, Seeing Red.

Also, I actually edited the first chapter because I had forgotten what happened and I added a few things that end up being very important to the plot so I would suggest rereading it. I'm posting a new TMI story (because I'm a monster) called Morning Star.