Jaceo and Clariette, NOT 4
Disclaimer: Dear Reader, no I am not the wonderful Ms. Cassandra Clare. You'll figure that out by the childish fanfiction that is below.
Chapter Three: Cat's got Jaceo's tongue
The room was still and dark. Jace was falling under the spell of Clary's touch. He listened briefly that no sound came from the hall outside his room, then he felt like he was letting go of his sanity. His mind drifted while the ecstasy rose from deep within himself. Jace moaned, not sure if it was audible or just in his mind he opened his eyes and turned to face Clary. He wanted to see her face, but she was not there. The drawstring of his pajama bottoms slackened and hands seemed to be everywhere from his hips to his stomach to sliding down his legs while the tip of her tongue gently swirled around and around the tip of Jace. Then it hit him. Jace thought he must be dreaming. Oh, what a wonderful dream. He wished he would never wake up from this state.
Clary slid herself down Jace's long body pushing his pjs off completely and climbing over one of his taunt legs settling herself in between them. As she ran a hand up his thigh his reflex was to move them further apart and he became tense for a moment before relaxing and inhaling deeply. Clary playfully stroked and caressed all around his rippling stomach , but only her tongue was truly teasing him. She licked slowly like a sleepy kitten and watched as Jace turned his head and looked directly at where she had been a few moments ago. She didn't want to talk, didn't want to say that she had moved and was now down here. Words would only break the intensity she felt and Clary was determined this night would be one of Jace's memories, not heaped together with all the others before her. So she thought if she felt like a sleepy kitty then she could give a small meow like one too. First Clary purred onto his bellybutton, then she me-owed into a long slow lick to the tip and flicked at the end. She smiled as she started circling her tongue around again looking for Jace to look down at her. But then Jace half jumped, half sat up and gave a startled look making Clary sit up as well.
While Jace was looking for Clary he felt her tongue and that slid him into oblivion. He thought he was hearing things and they weren't bells or fireworks, he heard a cat. Somewhere from deep within himself he was brought back by purring and meowing. Jace thought this dream was getting weird, then he felt he knew that he was awake and thought Clary came into his room, but what if in his half awake state he only thought it was Clary. The meow. The meow. Jace bolted upright at the thought that Church was in his room and yikes! Jace focused into the darkness at the head above his legs, it was human. Wasn't it?
"Clary?" asked Jace with as much hope as he ever prayed for in his life.
"Shh" was all Clary said.
"Clary, is it you? Please answer me." begged Jace.
Clary pushed herself up into a push up with her hands outside of Jace's waist. She moved forward towards Jace's face and when her lips were less then an inch from his she stared at him. Each breath intermingling, their eyes locked. Finally Clary broke the silence even though she didn't want to, but she rarely had the opportunity to have Jace speechless.
" What's wrong Jace? Cat's got your tongue?" whispered Clary while lowering herself down the last inch until her lips were pressing against his and her tongue slowly feeling into his mouth and then out.
She pushed herself back up a couple of inches.
"Nope, it's not that." said Clary through her smile. "What's wrong Jace? You don't like what I'm doing?" asked Clary while she turned her smile into a shaky pout, knowing just how much he liked what she was doing.
Jace was too embarrassed to admit the hallucination he felt he was having, so he just closed his eyes and took a cleansing breath.
"Clary" said Jace, "I love everything you do. Never stop surprising me."
And with those words Clary started where she left off.
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