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So, hi guys. I just wanted to say a few things before you guys read this chapter. I'm also putting something at the end that I'd like you to read when you're done reading the chapter, so I don't spoil you guys before you read it. I just want to say that I really appreciate all the support you guys have given me through this story. As I start to go into the real plot of the story, and the climax, I hope that you guys continue to support me as I take big risks and step out of my comfort zone. Well, anyways. I'm beyond nervous about posting this chapter. I really hope you guys like it. Please keep in mind that I'm not a very experienced writer, and am also still in high school, so I'm not as great as you guys would probably like. And please remember that this story IS rated M. But...yeah. That's all I have for the spoiler free authors note. Good God, do I hope you guys like this. Well, here goes nothing.
Chapter Song(s):
I Know You-Skylar Grey
What's Left Of Me-Nick Lachey
Beautiful Pain-Eminem (Ft. Sia)
Storm-Ruelle
Lurk-The Neighborhood
Can You Hold Me-NF
(I strongly suggest that you listen to these as you read these, because they heavily influenced the chapter, especially the last two. They are pretty much what made the 3rd/last scene what it is.)
-Megan
I searched for something to say, but it felt like my mind had been scrubbed clean of words.
"Really, man? My sister? My baby sister?"
A look crossed Jonathan's face that I'd only seen when my dad got too mean around me. Jonathan lurched forward, shoving Jace backwards into the closet door. His fist reared back, connecting with Jace's face. In a flash, the numbness that had glued me to the spot faded, and I shoved my way in between them. "Stop!" I screamed, shoving my brother backwards. "Jonathan, stop!" I spread my arms out in front of Jace, acting as a shield. I knew he really didn't need one, but Jonathan looked murderous. And no matter how much he wanted to kill Jace in that moment, I knew that he would never hurt me. "Seriously, Clary?" He said. "My best friend?"
"I..."
I was back to not being able to form words again.
"Look, man—" Jace started.
"No!" Jonathan said, his eyes swinging back to Jace. "Get out of my house."
"J—"
"I SAID GET OUT!"
I flinched, closing my eyes, though the look on his face would be forever burned into my brain. I felt Jace's hand on my wrist. "Just go, okay?" I said, not looking at him. His hand stayed for a moment and then left, leaving my skin feeling cold. There was a bang as Jon kicked the chip bowl, and then he turned and went outside, slamming the door so hard that the frame rattled. I cleaned the spilled chips up and put the bowl in the sink, and then went into my room. I slid down the door after it closed, the tears that had clogged my throat forcing their way up. Ugly sobs racked my body, stealing my breath away until I felt like I was choking. I buried my face in my knees, wondering how everything got so fucked up.
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I zipped up my sweatshirt, running my hand under my eyes again. I felt raw, and somehow numb at the same time. I made my way to the living room, pausing when a voice spoke out of the darkness. "He's going to hurt you, you know."
My fists clenched inside of my pockets at the sound of my brothers voice.
"You're wrong."
"It's what guys like us do."
"No." I faced him. "It's what you do."
He swished something brown around in a small glass. The entire room smelled of bourbon. I wrinkled my nose at the stench.
"Yeah. It's what we all do, Clary. I'm trying to save you from getting hurt."
"I can take care of myself."
He continued to swirl the liquid, as if entranced by it. I was almost certain he was drunk. I turned to leave.
"Where are you going?"
"None of your damn business."
I slammed the door behind me.
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I rapped my knuckles against the window, shivering in my cut offs and sweatshirt. Goosebumps ran up and down my legs. The curtains parted, and the blinds were drawn up. A face that would always erupt a storm of butterflies within me appeared in the window. He slid the window up, his brow crinkling. "Clary? What are you doing out there? It's freezing."
"Can I come in?" I said, and he nodded, helping me in. I tripped, and his hands landed on my hips to sturdy me. I inhaled sharply as his hands brushed the bare skin that the sweatshirt had rode up & exposed. "Are your parents home?" I said, remembering only seeing his car in the driveway.
"No, they're at a conference at Tampa Bay."
I nodded.
"What are you doing here?"
I looked up at him, noticing for the first time how disheveled he looked. His hair was a wreck, forming a messy halo around his head. His shirt was crooked, and there was a purple shadow blossoming across his cheekbone. I reached up and brushed my fingers across it, my heart clenching. He reached up and gently clasped my fingers, bringing them down to my side.
"Clary. What are you doing here? Are you okay?"
"I just had to see you." My voice came out small and weak.
His arms encircled me, hugging me to him. I leaned against his chest, his warmth easing the chill that had surrounded me for the past few hours. I inhaled his unique scent, and felt like I was home. His hand clasped the back of my head, his other arm wrapped around my waist. I closed my eyes as he pressed his lips to the top of my head.
"I'm sorry." He said.
"Don't be." I replied. "It was bound to happen at some point. I guess we were just running on borrowed time."
I pulled away from him.
"Who knows how much time we have left before this completely blows up in our faces? My dad will do god knows what when he finds out. I already know it won't be good. I want to use what time we have. I want to use the moment. I want to be with you." I unzipped my sweatshirt, letting it fall to the floor. I slid my shorts off, stepping out of them. I felt cold and exposed, standing there in just my bra and underwear. Normally I would be concerned about all of my freckles, or how pale I looked. But with Jace, I always felt beautiful. I clasped his cheeks, bringing his face right next to mine. "Be with me." I said, kissing him.
He broke away from the kiss.
"Clary—"
"Be with me." I said, kissing him again.
"Clary, are you sure—"
"Please, be with me." I whispered. I saw it the moment his self control shattered. He pulled me to him, crushing my lips against his. His hands were everywhere as he lifted me up, and I hooked my legs around his waist. I tugged his shirt up, and he lifted his arms, letting me pull it over his head. My back hit the bed and then his lips were at the curve of my neck, his hands on the sides of my chest, just shy of my breasts. His lips moved from my neck to my chest, making a scorching path across the curve of each breast, and down my stomach, down my legs down to my feet and back up again. His lips lingered at the tender spots on the inside of my thighs. My fingers fumbled at the band of his pants, sliding them down. He kicked them off, settling in between my thighs. I sucked in a breath, fighting a moan as his hands found the clasp of my bra, undoing it and sliding the undergarment off. A look of hunger crossed his face as he lowered his head, his mouth finding my color bone, and then the hollow of my breasts. His tongue snaked out, running over the sensitive skin.
My hands fisted in the comforter. His mouth moved on, moving over the curve of my breast, and then closing over the tip. I gasped, arching my back. His tongue swirled over it, making an array of sensations explode in the pit of my stomach. He leaned back, his finger hooking into the band of my underwear, pulling them down and tossing them to the floor. He leaned over me, his eyes exploring every inch of exposed skin. "God, you're magnificent." He said. My next breath got stuck in my throat. I gripped his hips, pulling him back down on me. As he kissed me, I noticed that his lips fit against mine as if they had been created just for this purpose. I pulled down his boxers, tossing them to the floor with the rest of our clothes. He reached over me, grabbing something from the nightstand. I hard the crackle of a foil wrapper, and everything became suddenly so real. My heart pounded against my chest as Jace slid the condom on. His lips met mine, one hand smoothing across my cheek, the other parting my thighs. He slid the tip of himself in, his lips sliding across mine in a dizzying dance. With a sharp thrust of his hips, he was suddenly inside me. I jerked at the pain, squeezing my eyes shut.
"Are you okay?" He said, and I saw worry filing his eyes when I opened mine.
"Yeah." I said past the lump in my throat.
The pain soon ebbed away, and his hand followed the curve of my hip, sliding to grip my lower back. He slid out of me, and then back in slowly, quickly gaining pace. My hands fisted in his hair, my legs hooked to his waist, my breath coming fast as he pounded in and out of me. The feeling built in the pit of my stomach until I felt like I would explode. With one final thrust, release slammed into me as I toppled over the edge. Jace jerked as he came, burying his face in the crook of my neck. We were both breathing fast when it was over. I felt pleasantly numb. I wasn't sure how much time had passed until Jace slowly slid out of me, discarding the used condom. He slid into the bed beside me, fitting me to his side. He pulled the covers over us, sliding his arms around me. I threaded my fingers through his, smiling a lazy smile.
"I love you." He said.
"Love you too." I whispered sleepily.
His lips pressed to my temple, and I closed my eyes. "Goodnight, Clary." He said, and that was the last thing I heard as I drifted off to a pleasant sleep.
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**PLEASE READ PT. 2**
So, yeah. I went there. I hope it didn't suck and I didn't disappoint you guys. This is pretty much my first lemon. My knowledge of lemons pretty much goes from stuff I've read (New Adult/Adult books, Fanfics) and the few times I've tried writing a lemon scene just to see how I would do. I decided to risk it and use this story to post my first one. I hope I didn't do as horrifically as I think I did. Please, only constructive criticism! I'm very new to this kind of writing and am about 10000000% more self conscious about it than almost any other type of scenes I do. But, please, please review! I could really use y'all's input. Also, I'm sorry if this took a super angsty turn. I blame it on my Skyeward obsession being supper obsessive lately. (Also, if you're a fan of Agents of S.H.E.I.L.D/Skyeward please check out my story Killing Just For Fun!)
But...yeah. I could just really use some reviews that don't just say 'update'. I hope you guys liked this. I'm already working on the next chapter, so the more reviews the quicker I get it posted! Also, if you guys have any ideas for the story (Please none saying Clary should get pregnant. That's not going to happen in this story. If you're interested in seeing a story like that, please check out my story Terrible Love, which I will be updating soon. I may also post a new Clace pregnancy story, if people want one. Maybe.) please don't hesitate to leave them in a review or PM me. I hope you guys have a great rest of your day/night/whatever. I'm seriously so grateful for all of you. I kind of love you guys. -Megan
