Drabble alert

Some how I hope to turn a drabble into a small story. Here goes...

Disclaimer: I have nothing to do with Cassandra Clare. She owns all the rights, I own an old pair of sweat pants.

I love Clary/Jace togetherness.

Jaceo and Clariette, NOT

Chapter2: Don't let the bed bugs bite

Clary was not in her room because her room felt hot and still while she was twitching with excitement. So now she was outside Jace's room he lay on his side, freshly showered, under the covers in his worn and comfy black sweatpants with Angels written across the butt, and his softest black tee. He didn't follow sports, he just liked the logo. His pillow damp from his wet hair felt cool on his neck and then he sensed his pillow moving, being tugged on a tad as Clary crept into his bed curling into Jace's side as he flipped onto his back with the pull of the covers. Clary now had the wet spot of the pillow under her cheek as she watched Jace pretend to sleep. She breathed in the scent of his hair with her chin resting by his shoulder. She looked at his strong golden arm, muscles rippling out from his short sleeve t-shirt sleeve relaxed, yet defined to perfection. But she resisted touching his arm. His breathing was steady and calm while she relaxed by his side. It felt so natural for her to be with him in this dark and quiet bedroom. No one to bother to interrupt them in the middle of the night.

"What are you doing Clary?" asked Jace, keeping his eyes closed.

"Whoa, you're awake." said Clary in a startled voice.

"How did you get in?" asked Jace, still keeping his eyes closed.

"I used a rune I made up to open the lock." confessed Clary. She was showing off for Jace, wanting him to think she was learning to be a Shadowhunter quickly. She was proud of how much knowledge she acquired. She snuggled into Jace's side and put her hand under the covers and on his abdomen His abdomen muscles quivered under her hand and he opened his eyes. Jace turned his head to face Clary trying unsuccessfully to control his breathing. His chest began to rise higher with each deeper intake of her scent. He clenched his teeth, swallowed, and pursed his lips. Then tried to relax his face completely before telling her what he wanted.

"Clary, please leave. I'm not used to this and..." Jace's voice trailed off to a deep inhale of breath and he turned his head back as Clary curled her fingers into his soft t-shirt. As the material bunched up inbetween her fingers it lifted off of his skin exposing the rim of his sweats. They were both under the covers up to their necks.

"You don't want me to help you relax?" asked Clary.

"Relax?" asked Jace with a huge smile across his face. He was glad it was dark in the room so Clary wouldn't see.

"Yeah" whispered Clary, "I know this 'massage technique' and the magazine said ...never mind, I'll just show you."

"Clary, I'm ...I...are you sure?" asked Jace.

"Shhh" whispered Clary into his ear as her hands were feeling his chest and following the ripples of his muscles down to the drawstring of his pants. She ran two fingers along his skin just above his bottoms material until she felt something pulling against his sweats toward her arm. That was when she felt invited to slide her hand under the rim of his pants and walk her fingers slowly down.

"Clary" moaned Jace as he exhaled one of his deeper breaths.

Clary smiled.

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