WARNING: Y'all might not want to read this in public. Just saying, it gets a little steamy in here.
Also, I apologize in advance if this is bad.
I bit my lip, eliciting a throaty moan from him. My nails raked down his shoulder blades, his skin hot under my fingertips. He pressed me
harder against the wall, forcing a soft gasp through my lips. He captured the sound with his own lips, pushing the straps of my dress down my shoulders. He pushed my hair over one shoulder, kissing that sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder. He pushed my dress even farther up my thighs, and a light sigh escaped me as I fumbled with the buckle on his belt. A door slammed somewhere in the house, and we both froze. Our wide eyes met each other. I drew my lips away from his, swallowing before I spoke. "When did you say your parents were supposed to be home?" I asked.
"Thursday?"
"Today is Thursday."
"Fuck."
"Exactly." I said, slowly sliding off of him. A shiver danced through my body as our bodies slid against each other slowly.
I pulled the straps of my dress back up, looking for my jacket. Jace sighed, retrieving his shirt from the ground and slipping it back on. I'll admit, I was kind of sad to see him put on a shirt. I looked for my jacket, finally finding it under his desk. I shrugged the little jean jacket on. There was a knock on the door. "Jace?" A woman's voice said.
"Crap." I whispered. "Should we get out our books an pretend we're studying or something?"
"No." He took hold of my hand, pulling me to him and snaking his other arm around my waist. He kissed me quickly, leaving my lips tingling and wanting more. "I'm proud to call a magnificent woman like you my girlfriend. And I want to show my girl off to my parents, my friends, and anyone who will listen."
A blush raced over my cheeks, and I couldn't stop the cheeky grin that came with it. I kissed him, my heart swelling. Of course, at that moment the door chose to open. "Oh! I'm sorry." Celine Herondale said, covering her eyes with her hand. I broke away from Jace, my cheeks flaming.
"It's almost dinner time. Your father and I were just talking about ordering takeout. Is Takis okay with you?" She said, opening her fingers a crack and then lowering her hand once she saw we were decent.
"Um, yeah." Jace said.
"You're welcome to join us Clary, if you'd like." She said before walking out & closing the door behind her.
"Oh my god." I said, face palming.
Jace laughed. He pulled my hand away from my face, threading his fingers through mine.
"Shall we?" He said.
{•}
I smiled over a spoonful of spaghetti, doing my best to not spew food all over the table as Stephan Herondale said something about Jace as a child.
"Thanks dad." Jace said. "I totally wanted my girlfriend to know I used to run around town without a shirt on as a toddler."
"Doesn't seem like much has changed." I muttered, squealing as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me to his side.
"You don't seem to mind." He said in my ear.
"True dat."
"Okay, guys." Stephen said. "No making out at the table." His wife smacked his shoulder, glaring at him with wide eyes. He just laughed. Jace obviously took after his father. I looked around the table, grinning. I could honestly imagine myself doing this over and over again, for the rest of my life.
{•}
Jace drove me home, and we ended up standing on the front porch. "I think this is the part where I kiss you good night." He said, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear. He leaned in, pressing a sweet, tender kiss on my lips. He groaned against my lips. "I don't think I can bring myself to say goodnight."
I kissed him again, laughing a little. "I doubt my family would appreciate you spending the night. You'd probably be launched through a window or something."
"It would be worth it."
I smiled. "While I appreciate the thought, let's not let that happen. I kind of need you in one piece."
He shrugged.
I looked toward the door. I could hear Jonathan moving around inside. I knew Jace could, too.
"You know what?" I said. "How about you come in, after all."
"You sure?"
"Absolutely."
The door was unlocked, so we just let ourselves in.
I kept my hand in Jace's as I entered the kitchen. Jon looked up from a plate of nachos, his eyes turning hard once he caught sight of us. He opened his mouth to say something but I silenced him with a finger. "No. Don't say a word. You've already expressed your opinion." I said, grabbing his hand. I led all three of us to the living room. Jace & I sat on the couch, and Jon stood in the middle of the room. "Jonathan, you're my brother. I love you. But I also love Jace. And I want—"
"What?" Jonathan said, his eyes widening, his arms dropping to his side. "Did you just say you—"
"Yeah. I love him." I said, smiling. "I really do."
"Clare bare...he's going to hurt you."
I closed my eyes, sighing. I opened my mouth to say something, but Jace beat me to it.
"You know what man? Shut the fuck up." He stood, walking up to Jonathan until they were toe to toe.
"You are such a dick. You need to clear your head of all this shit. I am never going to hurt Clary. She is not, never has been, and never will be some meaningless fuck. I am in love with her. Yeah, I know. I'm not the kind to go with all that love & actual feelings stuff, but, well, here I am. I've been in love with her for a long time, and I think that deep down you knew it, but you couldn't pull your head out of your own ass for long enough to notice the people around you. You may be my best friend, but if you don't stop with this shit I will kick your ass."
And then Jon punched Jace. Again.
"That's for putting my sister & fuck in the same sentence." He said, and I was shocked speechless as he turned toward me, his tail between his legs. "You're right. I've been being a fucktard. It's just...my best friend and my sister. The thought makes me want to put my fist through a wall. But...I've never known this jackass to even utter the word 'love'. So it must be real then. So I give you my blessing, or whatever." He turned to Jace. "Hurt her, I'll rip your ball sack off."
"Thanks for that terrifying imagery."
"My pleasure."
Before he could say another word, I walked up to him, throwing my arms around him as tears welled up in my eyes.
"Thank you." I whispered.
{•}
I put my heavy as hell anatomy textbook in my arms, pondering if I really needed to take this class. I wanted to graduate, so that would be a yes. Arms snaked around my waist, and my eyes widened a minute before I was spun around and pressed against my locker. Lips were pressed to mine, and I sighed. I would know these kisses anywhere. As the kiss deepened, my brain function went from 100 to -1,000 real quick. The anatomy textbook slipped from my fingers, landing on the ground with a dull thud that I barely registered. I closed my eyes, my lips responding to the kiss. My back pressed into the lockers, the hard ridges digging int my spine. Hell if I cared though. I gripped Jace's forearms, sighing like the cliche lovestruck girl. I'm pretty sure if it hadn't been for the awkward position, I would've stuck my leg up, too. "Ms. Morgenstern, Mr. Herondale, please refrain from PDA in the hallway." Ms. Jenkins' voice broke through my lovey-dovey haze. I broke away from Jace, a laugh escaping me. I pressed my forehead into his shoulder, laughing so hard tears rose to my eyes. He chuckled. "Um, okay them." He said, breaking off into another laugh.
I grinned. "Maybe this isn't the best make out spot."
"Worked pretty well for us before." He said. My cheeks flamed as memories of the first day back after winter break resurfaced.
"Well, nonetheless that was a very nice hello."
"Thought you'd like that."
I smiled again. "I should probably go to class."
He looked around at the now-empty halls. "Yeah, you could do that. Or..." He brushed his lips across mine playfully.
"Yeah, I like your idea better." I agreed.
{•}
Aw, look at Clace. All happy in the honeymoon phase. Too bad shit's about to hit the fan.
Sorry for any mistakes or if this sucks. I don't have it in me to spell check this time around. I explain the the whole big paragraph below.
*please read below, at least the end part*
I'd like to apologize for my not updating. I've been trying to write all summer, and have gotten nothing. I'd be able to type about a paragraph of something, and then if just...stop. I wasn't able to write anything but a paragraph. So I've got so many unfinished things sitting in my computer & iPod. I was able to type a good bit for a new Agents Of Shield fic idea I've had bouncing around in my head for a while. And then I had few sudden ideas for Terrible Love *TL fans raise from the dead*. Yay, new ideas! But, anyways. I'm a shit author. I'm really sorry. I'm trying to bounce back from this hell writers block, and I'm getting there. It just may take me a little while. Guys, I haven't written anything all summer. That's TWO. MONTHS. It's been hell in a hand basket. (You'll have to excuse my southern mannerisms. They & my accent tend to come out when I'm nervous. And I'm really nervous. I kind of forgot how to do this whole authors note thing.) But, anyways. I've had a lot of stuff-and nothing at all happening to me this summer, if that makes any sense. I finished the entire series of One Tree Hill (can we talk about how amazing that show is?), I saw four concerts (one of which was Panic! At The Disco & Weezer XD), I got my cartilage pierced (yay for badass yet painful piercings!), and then promptly got sick like the day after. And I've been sick for almost two weeks straight since. But, I'm starting to feel better. And I'm getting my groove back! Yay for writers block going back to hell, where it belongs!
Anyways, I'd like to thank you guys if you've read to this point, and I'd like to thank again the ones who cared enough about me to read about my boring personal life. But, back to the whole point of this. While I couldn't write, I kept finding myself wanting to contact y'all & explain myself. Wattpad has where you can send a message to your followers, but FF does not. So if love if you guys could PM me your emails so I can send out a newsletter kind of thing when I need to talk to you guys. I no longer use my Twitter, so I can't send out stuff on there. My Instagram (it's a fan account) is city_of_emotions if you guys would like to contact me on there. I could make a Facebook page if that would be easier then sending out emails. I personally prefer the email thing, but please let me know what you like better in a review.
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