Chapter 6
Good Morning My Angel
January 1st,
10:27 am
Clary wakes up and sleepily snuggles into her duvet more, she feels like she's wedged into the corner of the room and she makes a move to sit up, when she feels the arms wrapped around her. Her mind flashes back to the earliest memory of the night, being slammed into a wall and groped. She stifles a scream and starts to struggle out of her captors grip. She panics and starts to hyperventilate, using all her might to push the arms away from her. The arms tighten and she looks back for a second, into the golden orbs of Jace Lightwood. He releases her from his tight grip, a look of surprise on his face. Clary calms almost instantly, realising her mistake, as the rest of the night washes over her. She feels his bare chest against her back, and his jeans against her bare legs. She smiles and turns into his chest, hugging him closer, trying to silently communicate that she was okay, not wanting to speak and ruin the moment. Jace pulls a hand out from under her and moves it to play with her hair. Clary sighs and inhales Jace, she smiles against his chest and pulls him closer. Jace looks down at Clary again and chuckles, "You look like an orang-utan, wrapped around me like that." Clary growls and pokes Jace's side, he chuckles and rolls on top of her, planting a kiss on Clary's forehead. She moans and slides herself up him, until they are face to face and plants a kiss on his throat. He growls and the two kiss passionately. Their tongues entwine, softly exploring each other's mouths, and their hands roam freely. The kiss becomes heated and hungry and Clary pulls on Jace's hair. He grips her head and growls again, holding it in place as he kisses her with bruising force. Clary is so giddy she giggles into his mouth and Jace eases up, completely changing pace, the kisses turning from desperate to tender. Clary and Jace lie in her bed for hours, kissing and cuddling, telling each other little anecdotes that pop up into their heads.
By the time they begin to think about food, it is already past lunch time. Eventually Jace decides to get up, and Clary goes off to have shower. She washes gingerly, trying not to rub any of Jace off, humming to herself with a huge smile. She is pulled out of her reverie by a harsh knock on the door. It is Isabelle, who is yelling at her to "Shut the fuck up, my head is about to explode, if you don't get out and give me the aspirin I'm going to come and get it myself… 3…2…1! I'm coming in, be decent!" Isabelle bashes through the door and walks blindly to the cupboard with a hand in front of her eyes. Clary yelps and pulls the shower curtain around herself and Jace appears in the doorway laughing at Isabelle. Isabelle lunges at him and the two of them go crashing down onto the floor, the girl basically at his throat. She punches his stomach and claws his arm wildly, her anger turning to playfulness as Jace just laughs. She struggles up and struts off, her eye mask sits atop her forehead, sticking at a funny angle. Clary giggles and Jace smiles at her. He walks into the bathroom and plants a kiss on Clary's forehead, walking out, shutting the door gently. Clary hurriedly finishes her shower, racing to go find her golden boy, and kiss his beautiful face into oblivion.
She finds him in the kitchen, standing by the toaster, nursing a mug of hot coffee, looking out the window wistfully. Clary leans in the doorframe and watches Jace as he opens the jam and starts to butter his toast. Her stomach growls and Jace snaps his head up, he loosens his shoulders when he sees it is Clary, and grabs another plate from the cupboards. He pulls another piece of bread out of the toaster and puts it on the fresh plate, buttering it expertly. Clary sits down at the table and pours herself some coffee. The two avoid eye contact and he pulls a frying pan out from under the bench, cracking two eggs into it, Clary watches in amazement, feeling embarrassed at her own culinary fumbling. He turns back around to face Clary and opens his mouth to speak. Clary cranes her neck to hear every word he could possibly say, but Simon strolls in, sitting down next to Clary, taking a bite of her toast and completely ruining the moment.
Jace grunts and turns back to the eggs, he places them carefully on the plates and hands one to Clary, handing her salt and pepper. He sits down on the other side of Clary and she kisses him on the cheek, trying to calm him down. Simon chokes on his stolen toast, and stands up abruptly, unceremoniously leaving the two alone.
"What was that all about?" Clary asks herself. "I hate that guy" Jace growls, and Clary giggles. She pats Jace's arm and makes tutting noises, cracking a smile onto Jace's face. She smiles radiantly, he's so perfect and he laughs along with her, never wanting the moment to end. Their laughter fades out, and they sit staring at each other contentedly.
"Jace?" Clary asks warily, "Hmm?" Jace looks up at her, his mouth full of toast. He swallows hesitantly as Clary looks away, "What are we doing?" Clary looks back at Jace, and he looks scared. "Whatever you want to do…" he says defensively, realising this is the first time he has talked about a relationship with Clary, assuming they were full steam ahead on the path to marriage. Maybe no that far, jesus, chill the fuck down Lightwood. "Jace? Do you want to go out?" Clary says with a grin, and relief washes over him. He rushes to answer, "Exactly. Yes. Absolutely. Sure. I mean, Why not?" Clary giggles lightly, "I guess we could just be friends, or friends with benefits" she says teasingly. "No… Clarissa Morgenstern will you be my girlfriend?" Jace says, just for clarity. His heart beats and Clary looks away for a second, she bites her lip. "Fine. I guess that'll be satisfactory." She giggles at Jace's relieved face and pulls him to her so she can kiss him. They lock lips again...
A/N: HI GUYS! Sorry thats the end for now, hope you enjoyed a little bit, maybe I'll keep going, but I'm not quite sure where to take its and if id have any time too as well.
