I figured a playlist is needed over here.
We've got... "SEXY BACK" - Justin T. for the beginning till the part where Jace's Jaw drops. (cause i just love a nice good entrance.)
And... The two songs for the club scene are remixes of Rihanna - Please don't stop the music, & My love. - Justin T (Yeah, I like him.)
I apologize in advance for the lack of dirtyness in this.
I ain't getting sued because me name starts with a K and the genius behind this, starts with a C.
Jace first discovered Izzy's cooking approximately seven to eight years ago. The girl had attempted on cooking mac 'n cheese. Maryse and Robert had been out hunting, sadly leaving Isabelle in charge of dinner.
Robert Lightwood had thought his shadowhunter daughter would manage a simple mac n' cheese. After all, it wasn't even close to hard.
Sadly, he over estimated her. They all did. Even Jace.
The smell of melted cheddar was pure heaven after Alec's and Jace's intense archery lessons. They simply assumed Izzy was under Hodge's supervision when cooking, he assumed the food was edible.
The two boys slid into their seats. There were two bowls of macaroni. Mouth watering. Jace and Alec wasted no time, digging in.
They spat it out almost immediately.
The macaroni was as good as rocks. They were hard, the sauce extra, extra thick.
Alec reached out for the glass of juice, taking a sip, and spraying it all out.
"By the Angel!"
Jace glance at the odd looking drink. It was reddish-brown. It looked kinda repulsive.
Scratch that. It was repulsive.
"What is it?" Jace asked.
"I'm not sure, but it tasted like ketchup sauce with a hint of Tabasco." He replied, already sprinting towards the fridge, frantically searching for a Fanta or a Coke. If Alec's face didn't look so funny, Jace would have pitied him.
Jace's first encounter with Isabelle's deadly cooking was barely close to bad. She had tried making wassabi and ginger soup and scrambled eggs with beet.
He still flinches at the sight of wassabi.
The angel boy shook his head, attempting to erase the memory. Somehow, it didn't feel right looking for his Clary with his nausea threatening to claim him.
He figured that would be a kinda turn off when kissing Clary.
After searching almost half of the rooms in the whole institute, Jace finally found his little red head in the greenhouse, doing what she was best at; sketching. He wanted to kick himself for not starting there.
He stood by the door, watching her silently. He had never lied when he first called her beautiful that night on her birthday. But today, under the evening sun of New York, she looked absolutely stunning.
Her hair looked like real fire, her face literally glowing with peace. She had one knee up propping her sketchpad, each stroke of her magical hand making her drawing come to life.
"What are you looking at?" She asked, her voice sounded so light. He vowed to make her sound like that more often. Clary's eyes never left her sketchpad. She must have sensed him.
"Me? Mmm... Just staring at the worlds most breathtaking view."
The corners of her lips lifted up. With one more magical stroke of her hand, Clary laid her artwork and pencil down next to her. She patted the floor. "Come here." She said. He gladly obliged.
He plopped down gracefully next to the little red head, carelessly flinging an arm over her shoulders, bringing her closer to him. He heard her sigh after breathing him in. Clary had her head resting on Jace's shoulder, her small hand laced in Jace's bigger one. He idly played with her hair. "The view is pretty breathtaking, isn't it? With the sunset..."
"Clary, I was staring at you." exasparation clear in his voice. How could she be so oblivious to her own beauty? He sighed, lifting her chin up so she would look at him.
"Oh..." She said. Her cheeks instantly pink.
"You're so beautiful, Clarissa Fray." She cast her eyes down to our intertwined hands.
"Clary, look at me." He whispered, stroking her red hair.
She looked up, her bottom lip stuck between her teeth. He was about to confess his never ending love to her, even ask for her hand in marrige, right there, right then. To hell if it wasn't the most outstanding proposal. He couldn't wait for as long as two lonely nights in his bedroom, wondering what Clary was up to, wondering if she would accept him as her mate forever, even nerve wrecking; wondering if she was safe, wondering what she was doing. His self control was slipping from his finger tips ever so slowly.
"I want -
Izzy started sneezing. He groaned, cursing under his breath. "Oh Angel forbid, Clary! Get your ass down here right now if you want to get laid tonight!"
Clary's mouth fell out in horror.
So did Jace's. He couldn't believe he had nearly spilled everything out.
"Don't let her take me," She whispered to Jace.
He responded by kissing her full on the mouth, and said "If I didn't, who else is going to get you all hot for me?"
Clary was forced to get out of the greenhouse by Isabelle's voice. She was afraid the whole institute would have collapsed if Izzy continued to shriek at her.
As Isabelle all but dragged Clary into her tornado-fied room, Clary wondered what Jace was about to tell her earlier. He had looked pretty anxious... perhaps a little nauseous?
Izzy kicked her door open, exposing her incredibly messy room. It hadn't changed since the last time she played dress up with her. Clothes were everywhere, golden swirls painted on the black wall, her vanity crammed with all sorts of makeup. She didn't waste anytime dumping her into the chair in front of the vanity.
Clary crossed her arms and sighed. "Oh don't look like you're not looking forward to see the look on Jace's face when he sees you. I sure am! It's about time that boy does speechless."
Clary sighed again, this time, contented. She was looking forward to seeing his face. He'd look at her with hungry eyes instead of his usually carefully controlled ones that always drove her crazy. It's about time Jace let loose. She hoped what she did in the training room changed his mind.
Isabelle fished her out from her thoughts as she swept on some mascara and eyeliner, and voila! She was done in a jiffy.
"I don't think you'll be needing blusher or any thing else tonight." The other girl said.
Clary found out why.
"Clary," she paused, grinning wickedly. "things are gonna get a little wild tonight."
Jace, Alec, Magnus and Church were already downstairs. Jace and the warlock were both engaged in a conversation about Jace's proposal/birthday party. Today would be "IagreewithmyMaggiepoo" day for Alec, because agreeing with Magnus was all he's been doing. Including having Jace bathe Chairman Meow and Church.
"So maybe we should add some glitter into your hair... That way, Clare-Bear wouldn't be able to take her eyes off it! Right, Alec?"
"Mhmm..." Alec said, scratching the back of Church's ear.
Then... "Oh, and we could have your party in the greenhouse!" Alec, who had bad allergies whenever he walked to the greenhouse, agreed.
"So as a reward, you're going to bathe my darling Chairman Meow and Church, okie dokie?"
Alec agreed that it was a fair deal.
Jace was about to make a very sarcastic retort, but he was interrupted by Isabelle.
Again.
"Clary, pull that ugly hoodie off right this instant." She said, sounding very much like Maryse.
He thought he prepared himself for the very... entertaining view about to come; Clary wearing the shortest of all short skirts, Clary wearing the least of clothes, Clary wearing the highest of all stiletto's, Clary wearing the best of all makeup.
He was way off.
Clary emerged from the elevator, wearing a grey over sized hoodie, her hair tied into a tight pony tail, with the tightest and possibly the lowest of all dark denim jeans and the silver stiletto's she wore made her legs look absolutely mouthwatering.He had no doubt Isabelle had put her in the tightest of all tops underneath the hoodie. Her eyes were smoky, making her hair stand out even more, her lips were red and swollen from being chewed on.
Jace wanted those sensuous lips on him.
He dropped his head between his hands to stiffle a groan.
"Let me get my steele, then we can go." Alec said, dragging Magnus along. Izzy shrugged and strutted off to meet Simon, eager to show her outfit off. That left Jace and Clary alone in the same room.
"You know," he started. "The hoodie eventually will have to go off."
She kept quiet, playing with her zipper, her eyes cast down on the floor.
"Clary," waiting for her to look at him. "Strip." He grinned.
Almost immediately her cheeks went pink. Her eyes flashed with something he couldn't quite catch. Turning around so her back faced him, she drew the zipper down. Not really daring to shrug the hoodie off.
Jace, being his old horny self was about to head over to her side just to tug to 'ugly' hoodie off. He didn't have to though, Clary shrugged it off before he could even stand.
He mentally kicked himself for asking her to strip off the offending hoodie.
Why?
Clary had her back exposed. She was wearing a halter top that clung on to her tightly, the ends of the piece of fabric tied above her waist. She turned around exposing her belly button and a hell lot more of creamy skin. It was black, ( Oh shit, did she look good in black) jeans seemed even more lower, somehow.
How did she manage to pull that off without looking like the slutty girls he once slept with?
He studied her bare waist properly and eyed a strip of lacy red escaping from her tight dark jeans.
Jace's breathing hitched.
Was she even wearing a bra? He tried not to think about it.
She looked rugged and somehow extremely sexy he thought as he crossed his legs. How could she have clothes on, and drive him nuts? Isabelle has out done herself.
Again.
How was he going to survive two more nights?
All the way to the Pandemonium, Clary could feel her cheeks practically burning.
Jace was staring at her from behind all the while studying every part of her body; the way the jeans hung so low that whenever she stretched, her lacy redthong- ( holly hell) - would show. The way her ass swayed slightly as she walked down the sidewalk of New York City, the way her halter top seemed to make her look curvier, the way her exposed creamy skin seemed to practically always call to him...
He had a hunch this image of his little red head will forever be imprinted in his memory.
Jace walked forward, swinging an arm around her, making it clear she was his for the night. He bent down and whispered; "Didn't I already tell you," he said closing his hand around the elastic band holding her hair together. He pulled it, his eyes glazing over as her red hair came tumbling down. "I like your hair down."
She shivered under his smoldering gaze. "Much better." He said, kissing her cheek.
The Pandemonium was packed. No surprise there. By the time Izzy and Simon made their way to the dance floor, Justin Timberlake's oh-so-famous remix of 'My love' boomed from the speakers loudly, causing Clary's bones to feel like jello. The angel boy led his girl to the bar, his arm still draped over her. He brought her closer to him whenever they reached a crowded area.
Even though Clary had propped herself on a bar stool, she still had to look up to see Jace's face. She really disliked being tiny. There was a soft 'thump' on her right side. She glanced down to see a small little glass containing something that looked like water in it. But Clary knew better. The bartender simply grunted "Lad over there had me hand it to yer." He cocked his head to his left, not giving a shit bout her being underage and scurried away to make more drinks.
Clary had to turn back to see who her mysterious admirer was. Jace didn't need to. He was staring right at him before Clary could move. The man was probably in his twenties. Dark haired, tall, and rich looking. He grinned at Clary and directed a smirk to the younger (and dangerous) Jace. Clary turned away, blushing like crazy.
Isabelle was right after all. Clary didn't need any blusher. She was pretty sure she was flushed. Again. She turned to face Jace, only to see him glaring at something behind her. Somehow, she knew immediately what – or rather – who he was staring daggers at.
She tensed. Was he a demon? Had she overlooked the glamour? Was he dangerous? A threat? "Jace, whats wrong?" she asked, tugging on his sleeve, trying to buy some attention. But Jace did not budge. Instead, he crossed his arms and leaned against the bar, his gaze challenging the other man.
She gritted her theeth. "Jace, talk to m -
She was about to finish her sentence but cut off when Jace's lips ravaged her mouth hungrily.
After a few moments, he drew back slightly, resting his head on her shoulder. His hands stroked her bare back softly. She felt him kiss her shoulder, licking the exposed skin.
She moaned softly, "Things are going to get a little wild Clary"
Clary really hoped so.
A remix of Rihanna's Please Don't Stop The Music started playing as Jace finally stepped back, his hands never leaving his girlfriend alone. The vodka shot from the rich ass was untouched. Clary didn't drink, he figured. She was only seventeen. He reached out for it, but Clary's hand darted out quicker than his. In one fluid catlike motion, she downed it.
She didn't even flinch as the liquid burned down her throat, almost immediately warming her up. Jace signalled for another shot, raising his eyebrows at her, and downed it right after the bartender slid it up the bar.
He remembered his first shot. He was almost fifteen. It was during his second hunt in the pandemonium. He was merely curious.
Jace was led onto the dance floor, his gaze, transfixed on Clary's swaying hips. He wanted to reach out and place his hands on them, on her waist, where her smooth skin was exposed.
So he did.
When Clary felt his warm hands on her lower abdomen, she went instantly closer to him, turning around so she could get a good view of him. As she did so, Jace's hands slipped lower to her ass, her swaying tight ass.
Oh what coud he do with that ass...
Her hands came up to his neck, her hips swaying against his crotch, making his cock stir. A very small part of his mind knew that idiotic man was watching Clary. He gripped her tighter, pulling her even closer.
Clary needed Jace to let loose, needed things to go wild, she couldn't stand him being so tensed up.
"Your hands around my waist, Just let the music play,"
She rocked her hips faster against him, allowing the beat of the music to claim her. She laid both hands on his chest, feeling his heart beat underneath her palm. Slowly, she guided her hands up to snake themselves around his neck.
"Just let the music play, we're hand in hand, chest to chest, and now we're face to face"
She felt Jace's hand slide up her bare back, then back down to her ass. He repeated the cycle a few more times before he finally bent down and claimed her lips. He grinned agaisn't them, then licked her bottom lip. His hips rocking in sync with hers.
Jace plunged his tongue into Clary's mouth, exploring. He'd never get tired of it. They're tongues fighting hard. After a moment, Clary decided she wanted Jace to win, to let him take over. He bit down on her lip, harder than before, both hands encircled around her waist, using his thumbs to trace circles at the curve of her ass.
Clary closed her eyes and turned her back to Jace, her butt swaying against Jace's hard member. Her hands still around his neck. Tomorrow, she'll probably be blushing furiously over the fact that she'd been throwing herself at Jace.
With her back turned to him, Jace's thumbs hooked into the the front of Clary's waistband, the rest of his hand grazing her front. He applied a little pressure as Clary swayed.
She bit her lip, her eyes shut tight. "More, Jace." she manage to pant.
His head dropped to the crook of her neck, bitting and sucking, his hands stroking her jean clad pussy, going faster and harder, making her moan loudly. Any noise they made were drowned by the music though.
The fact that he knew people were watching seemed to turn him on even more.
The rich bastard was staring at them, it made him grin.
He moaned in her neck. "Clary," he paused, making his way to her ear. "I think we should go somewhere else." Jace whispered, nibbling on her earlobe.
He didn't know how they managed to escape into the dark storage closet fully clothed, he didn't care. He shut the door behind him and leaned against it as Clary tip toed and kissed his jaw, licking her way down to his Adams apple, her hips still grinding desperately against his.
She needed him in her, but she was tired of constantly getting rejected. She wasn't going to seduce Jace any further. She was just waiting to be seduced. She stopped seeking friction, focusing only on Jace's neck.
Jace, unhappy with the lack of friction, guided her hand to his crotch. She picked up and began stroking him with her nails. The back of his head hit the door loudly, his hand sneaking up to untie the halter top.
When Clary tugged at his zipper he moaned; loud and long, making her wet in an instant. "Do you want this?" She asked.
"Do I look like I want this, Clary?"
She took that as a yes then unbuttoned the button of his pants, pulling the zipper down.
She cleared her throat. "No boxers?"
He grinned, then continued licking her sexy collarbone.
"No bra?" he asked. The halter top was untied, his hand up her front; touching, caressing, teasing.
"Izzy didn't let me." She looked up and placed the most innocent look ever. A little tooinocent. To think she was actually busy getting his cock out!
"Remind me to thank her."
A kiss.
"She knows she's appreciated." She murmured back.
Another kiss.
"Clary..." he groaned.
"What do you want?" she purred.
"Stroke me, please." The fact that he actually asked made Clary's thong soaking wet.
"Anything you want..." She lowered her hand, toying with his balls, her other free hand trying to unbutton his god damned black shirt.
"Yesss," he hissed, his hand paying special attention to her breasts, lightly trailing circles around her hardened nipple. He threw her halter top to the ground, taking her other breast in his hot mouth, biting hard on the other nipple, the two of them moaning in ecstasy.
"How bout another one?" She asked, going down on her knees before him.
Jace manage to grunt out an agreement. Of all the girls he'd been with, only four had given him blow jobs. Non of them were as mind blowing as his girlfriend's.
"Jace?" she said, waiting patiently for him to open his eyes.
"Ugh?" he grunted, her hands were still tugging playfully at his balls. He found it extremely hard to focus on aything else.
"I'm not sorry I left you hard earlier today."
Then she wrapped her lips around him, wasting no time going to the base.
He didn't know how long they were in, moaning and groaning and screaming, but when Jace finally decided the shrill demanding ring tone of his cell was worth answering, he hunted down for his pants. He had managed to control himself from taking Clary right in the smelly and dark storage room. He respected his plan and he wanted everything to run smoothely. He wanted their first to be special.
"Yes?" he answered; his voice had a trace of humour in it. It's not everday you get a blowjob from the woman you obsess about.
Twice.
In a day.
He put the phone on speaker.
"Jace! God, by the Angel!"
"Why, thank you, Alec. But, sorry, I'm only part Angel. I do often wonder why Clary keeps calling me that when -
"JACE!" Alec and Clary cried out, stopping him mid rant.
"Oh God." They said; Clary burying her face into her black halter top, embarrassed. Jace could practically hear Alec smacking his forehead.
"There we go again! My name is Jace but keep calling me God all you want. I'm not complaining."
"Just get Clary and your ass back into the institute. Fast." Izzy yelled.
"You left without us?" Jace said, mocked hurt.
"I figured you were in the store room." Clary blushed, tying the back of her top together, not quite nailing it. He put the phone on the rack, buttoned his shirt halfway and went over to Clary to help her out.
Not without scoring a few benefits for himself.
"I'm so glad you didn't check on us." Jace replied, his hands gliding over Clarys milky skin, grabbing the ends of her top and took his time tying it. When he was done, he traced circles on her bare back, sometimes going lower and lower...
"Just get back here now," Alec said, sounding very far away.
"And make sure they're decent." Magnus chidded.
"Yeah, make sure they're all dressed. You don't want mom and Jocelyn to freak." Alec agreed.
"What's going on?" Jace asked, his tone loosing coming somewhere close to serious. Clary could here Izzy zipping a few bags from the background.
"Honey," Magnus paused, muttering a few curses and zipping something himself.
"We're going to Paris."
Oh yes, they're spending Jace's birthday in the beautiful city of Paris (where I currently am). So... Jace is going to turn 18 in a day. He's also going to present his ring in a day. How's that for a birthday?
Merry Christmas.