Chapter 25: Clary's going away dance party!
I do not own any of the characters, only the illustrious Cassandra Clare owns them. I do, however, own this particular story, so please don't be lame and copy/paste it elsewhere.
POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING: non-con and drug use (Rated M).
Previously: "Fucking Morgenstern… flying away with the love of my life for three months. I have to fix this before she leaves or I may lose her."
Clary squirted one spray of perfume into the air and walked through it. She walked to the mirror and gave herself a last look before leaving for Pandemonium. Izzy had asked for one more girls night out before Friday, when Clary would leave for Idris. She smoothed down the skirt of her dark green velvet bodycon dress. It was knee length, with a deep sweetheart bodice and spaghetti straps...and felt painted on. Izzy had told her that it would make her "rack" look amazing. Clary smiled. She wasn't lying. Clary decided to just wear her hair natural and curly tonight. She had added a little anti-frizz lotion and let the curls hang free to her waist. She had just finished strapping her matching strappy heels, when she heard glass clinking together.
Izzy walked into her room carrying a bottle of Tequila and two shot glasses. "Come on, babes, let's get this shit started. If you're going to leave me and go be some fucking heiress, art curator, land-owning, Idrian princess, legacy searching, bejeweled biatch, the least you could do is get fucking drunk and dance with me!" Izzy cocked a hip at her and poured two shots. Clary laughed at her bestie and took the shot. "Shit, Izzy, it's only a few months. But, cheers, my love!" The girls downed them, then fake gagged and laughed. Clary stepped back and took in her bestie. Izzy looked gorgeous in a royal blue, halter mini dress, her long shapely legs tipped with black stilettos. She wore her hair in a high ponytail, with full glam-makeup. She had forced Clary to let her do sexy smokey eye makeup and dark red lips. It was more dramatic than Clary usually wore, but she let her do it. I'm going to miss her so much…no more dress up sessions for a while.
Izzy poured them another shot and stared at Clary with her dark brown eyes. "Okay, Fray. Real talk. When are you going to talk to Jace and makeup and be all disgustingly lovie again? His mopey sad little blonde boy shit is getting boring. Alec is ready to choke him to death. He's so grouchy and so bitchy–" It's only been three days. Men.
Clary sighed and put her hand up, stopping Izzy's rant. "I know I need to talk to him. I know. I'll call him tomorrow. I just want to have fun tonight and not think of guys. Okay?" Izzy looked down sheepishly and Clary sighed and closed her eyes. "Isabelle Lightwood, tell me you didn't invite Jace to Pandemonium tonight…you did! Asshole!" I'm going to strangle her. I don't know if I'm ready to see him…I'm still so– hurt.
Izzy shrugged and smiled. "Well, technically I didn't invite him. Magnus did. He's sick of sad Jace too…you know how he ships you two. Also, there's going to be some more people there. It was supposed to be a surprise. For your Idris trip. I sowwy…" She downed her shot and gave Clary puppy dog eyes, then hugged her tight. Clary rolled her eyes and groaned. "I don't like being set up like that, Iz, but fuck it. Let's go. I can't avoid him forever I suppose." Clary downed her shot and smacked Izzy hard on the ass, laughing. "Iz, let's take it easy on the tequila…I don't think Simon can handle another one of our drunk girl makeout sessions." Clary winked at her as Izzy threw her head back and laughed. "Oh shit, C…Magnus showed you his New Year's pics, huh? You were so wasted. I thought Simon and Jonathan were going to jizz in their pants." They laughed and walked out of the apartment down to their waiting cab.
Jace walked into Pandemonium and made his way directly to the main bar. The DJ was already blasting her usual trance music and the dancefloor was full of eager partiers, looking to let loose, score, or just dance. He pulled up a stool and waved for the bartender, ordering a beer. Out of habit, he turned around to scan the growing crowd for anything that seemed off. Always a cop first. Even though Sebastian was dead and no longer a threat to Clary, he still felt uneasy at Pandemonium. The club was so large and that freak had easily absconded with her that night. He ran a hand through his messy golden curls. I'm so glad he's dead.
More than a few women had given him appraising looks while he sat and sipped his beer. Female attention definitely was something he wasn't unfamiliar with, but he could care less. He was ruined for other women because of his beautiful redhead. He had dressed up more than usual tonight, wearing a white button down dress shirt, untucked, with faded jeans and his nicer combat boots. She loves me in this shirt. He had unbuttoned it another level to show off his tanned chest and rolled his sleeves up to the elbow. Operation "Woo Clary Fray" was a go. Jace took another sip of his beer when a sparkling, annoying presence materialized beside him. Magnus Bane.
Magnus scooted onto the stool next to Jace, while Alec stood on his other side. Jace arched an eyebrow and looked to his left and right, chuckling. Surrounded…here comes the Clary talk. "Hey Alec. Magnus. How's it going?" Alec looked at Jace nervously, while Magnus smirked and tilted his head at Jace. He narrowed his eyes and looked him up and down, analyzing him."Okay, Blondie. Real talk. Here's how tonight is going to go…" He rolled his eyes as Magnus continued, gesturing up and down at Jace. "You are not going to come at my Biscuit with your white shirt, toned chest, and Golden Cock a blazing, trying to sweep her away to sexually heal the emotional trauma you wreaked on her. Mmmkay?"
Jace raised his eyebrows and looked at Alec, then back to Magnus. "No…that's not what I–" Magnus shot a hand up in front of Jace's face and closed his eyes. "Hush, child. While I personally would love it if you and Biscuit ran out of here and fucked until tomorrow, I don't think she's down for that. You hurt my baby girl badly, as you know…she isn't going to respond to your dicking at her, like other women normally would…you and your fucking hip voodoo. Clarissa Fray is no weak ho and she deserves a night out with friends to let off some steam. You better be a fucking gentleman tonight and give her the space she has asked for." Jesus, did everyone know about what happened between them?
Alec sighed heavily, waved to the bartender and ordered a double round of shots. "Babe. I think that's enough for now. Jace gets it…we've talked, okay. You don't need to tell him about–" Tell me what? Alec stopped speaking when Magnus shot his hand across the front of Jace and smashed his finger against his boyfriend's lips. "You hush too, Alexander. You coddle detective Herondale too much. Real talk, remember." Alec sighed and nodded.
Magnus removed his hand from Alec's mouth and turned and looked once again at Jace. "Look, pretty boy, you need to be cool or Clary is going to dump you." Dump me? "I know my biscuit and she is stubborn as hell. I am always watching, you know that. I know for a fact that there is another young man who is gorgeous, rich, gentlemanly, and who is a big threat to my Clace. This mofo is smooth and patiently waiting for you to continue to fuck things up with Clary." I know exactly who he's talking about…fucker. Jace wiped his hand over his face and nodded at Magnus and sipped his beer. Play it cool. Right. Don't fuck this up.
Magnus' eyes widened in fake-surprise as he looked up behind Jace and Alec and waved. "Hello! Jonathan Morgenstern! I assume you're here for Clary's surprise going away soiree? Please… join us." Magnus pointedly looked at Jace and smiled as if to say, "See. I told you…"
Jonathan fucking Morgenstern sauntered up to the bar with a fake as hell smile on his face. He gave Jace, Alec, and Magnus the universal guy-nod. "Good evening, gentleman." Smarmy dick. He also wore a button down dress shirt, in dark red, unbuttoned, with the sleeves rolled up. Black ripped jeans and shiny Doc Marten boots. "Magnus, Pandemonium is so busy for a Tuesday night. Impressive, as usual." Magnus smiled appreciatively and nodded. "Detective Herondale. I'm surprised to see you here. Clary mentioned at our delightful sushi lunch yesterday that she had barely seen you since New Year's. She also mentioned how excited she was about finally getting to Idris. I cannot wait to show her everything she has missed out on, over the years." Jace leaned back against the bar, clenched his fists, and leveled a glare at Jonathan, who returned the look. Magnus and Alec looked at eachother, both clearing their throats at the same time, when Simon Lewis appeared next to Jonathan. Simon gave everyone the nod and flicked his eyes angrily at Jace. Great…fucking Lewis, even better. Simon cleared his throat and looked at Jace. "Herondale if you–" Jace flicked him on the nose hard. Simon yelped and glowered at Jace, rubbing his nose. "Shut it, Lewis. I already got the talk from Mags and Alec. I know…now shut the fuck up." God. When will my girl get here?
Magnus clapped his hands, as if to get everyone's attention. The bartender set down several whiskey shots in front of the men and Magnus had him put it on his tab. He handed one out to each of them and glared openly at the men. "Ok boys, everyone put their dicks away. Tonight's about Clary having a great time, before she leaves us for months…this night is to be stress-free with no fisticuffs or testosterone-ridden caveman bullshit! Capiche? If anybody upsets my Biscuit tonight, I will cut them…Now, cheers!" Simon, Jace, and Jonathan all grumbled their agreements and downed their shots.
They all set their glasses back on the counter when there was a ruckus near the entrance of the club. Magnus looked up and rushed over to the door where a group of giggling women walked into Pandemonium, speaking to the bouncer at the door. Jace stood up and smiled. Shit. She looks beautiful. Clary was with Izzy, Helen, and Aline, and a few other girls. They were all laughing hysterically at something Magnus said. Clary wore a dark green velvet, figure hugging dress with matching high heels. Her breasts look amazing. Damn. Her gorgeous thick red curls ran down her back. Magnus ushered Clary and the rest of the girls back to his large VIP lounge. He turned and waved for the boys to come over.
Jonathan made his way to the lounge with everyone else as Clary happily introduced everyone. He remembered Helen from the art center and her wife Aline, who Clary had mentioned a few times. The two other girls, she introduced as Lydia and Carrie. Friends from her NYU art program. Lydia was pretty, curvy with long straight blonde hair and a black spandex mini dress. Jonathan noticed how she raked her eyes over him. You wish. Carrie had long wavy dark red hair, freckles and brown eyes. She was quite thin and wore a green satin sleeveless dress. She looked at Jonathan and smiled knowingly and he smiled back. Carrie, from Rome. My little spy. They all laughed and chatted and drank from the VIP open bar. Clary seemed to be really getting tipsy. Perfect. Jonathan took Carrie aside and whispered into her ear, as she smiled and giggled. He watched Clary out of the corner of his eye, slip out of the lounge with several people from the party towards the dance floor. Jace followed a small distance behind, never taking his eyes from her. Time to end this, Herondale.
Jace leaned against the bar, watching Clary dance. He set his beer behind him on the counter. She had said hi to him and smiled, when they all went to the VIP lounge, asking if they could talk later. No Kiss. No hug. But a real smile. Slowly, baby. Almost back. Taking Alec and Magnus's advice had been hard, but his usual methods weren't working. So, slow and chill it would be. That dress, though. God…Clary danced with Izzy, in their usual drunk girl way, back to back, swaying hips, while Lewis jerked his body about spasmodically. Jace laughed. What a dork. He saw Simon pull Izzy away from Clary and start devouring her face as they danced. Puke. Clary danced alone in the crowd, her eyes closed, running her hands up and down her body, her hips swaying to the trance-music. She opened her eyes and looked at him and smiled, rocking her hips to the beat, she ran her hands through her hair and turned around. Jace licked his lips and swallowed. Fuck. She's so sexy. Sit. Stay, Herondale. Space.
Clary's redheaded friend, came up to the bar and sat next to Jace, placing her fruity drink down next to his beer. "What, you don't dance? You just watch?" She asked flirtatiously. Jace looked over at her and smiled. "I am not much of a dancer, Cindy. I like to be able to keep an eye on my girlfriend, so she can have a good time. Know what I mean?" He winked at her. Not gonna happen, cupcake. She raised her eyebrows and laughed at him. "Carrie. Not Cindy…you know girls like it when their men dance with them. If you don't, someone else will. Know what I mean? Clary loved to dance in Rome…it's how she met Jordan…he was so fucking hot. She stole him from me, you know…" Jace stopped listening and stood up, turning his back to Carrie.
Fucking Morgenstern slowly creeped up behind Clary, sliding his hands around her waist and whispering in her ear from behind. What the fuck? She jumped at first, then turned around, slapped him lightly on the chest and laughed. The music slowed down and the lights dimmed. He held out his hand and said something and Clary smiled and nodded, taking his hand. Jonathan pulled her to him, she put her arms around his neck as he rested his hands on her waist. They chatted and laughed and started to sway to the music. Oh hell no.
Jace started to bound over to them, to punch Morgenstern in the throat, when Alec stepped in front of him. "Nope, Jace. Bad idea, bro. They're just dancing and his hands are in legal zones... Let's go back to the bar and sit down." He waved to the bartender and ordered double whiskey shots. Jace turned and went back to his seat, noticing that Clary's friend was gone. Good. He grabbed his beer and chugged it. "This is tough, man. I almost went and fucked him up for dancing with her. He would have loved that…this guy's smooth. Dancing with her right in front of me." Alec handed him two shots. "I know, bro. But if you go all Kung-Fu Jace on her friend, even though we know his game, she will not take it well. Cheers, man. Let's get lit. Day off tomorrow! I'm gonna stay at Magnus' tonight, if you and Clary need time to talk later, okay?" Both of the detectives downed their shots. Jace shuddered as it burned his throat. "That sounds good, Alec. Thanks." Jace continued to watch Clary for several more songs as she and her friends worked the dance floor. Jace suddenly felt heavily buzzed, his lips tingled, and he shook his head. The music had picked back up and Izzy, Simon, and her friends had reappeared, all dancing, when Clary came over to him. Finally.
She walked up to Jace and reached her hand out to him. He smiled and grabbed it, pulling it to his mouth, he kissed it tenderly. So soft. Jace's ears started to ring and he felt tingly, all over his body. Man, I am properly drunk right now. I should stop. Clary put her hands on his cheeks. "Jace, are you going to sit here all night? You should come dance too." He smirked and looked down at her cleavage and back up to her freckle-sprinkled face. "Are you okay? Eyes up here…" She blushed.
Jace whispered. "I am now, Red. I'm cut-off for the night, though, I think." God she smells intoxicating. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. She slowly kissed him back gently and wrapped her arms around his neck and hummed. "Me too, babe. I am pretty done…Izzy, tequila…sake bombs. Also, I miss you, Jace. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you…we should talk later." She nuzzled his neck and pressed her body against his. He grabbed her face with his hands and kissed her deeply, plunging his tongue in her mouth. Clary gasped and pulled back. "Jesus. Jace. Calm it down..." I'm so fucking hot. Need her.
Jace felt hot desire creep deep in his abdomen and dick. Fuck, what's wrong with me? I just want to strip her down and fuck her on the bar. Jace moaned, as he felt his arousal harden painfully as he ran his hands down Clary's back, resting on the top of her ass. I need to fuck her right now. Shit. I am so horny. Goddamn shots. Jace's palms felt electric as he stroked the soft velvet of her dress and pulled her tight against him, squeezing her ass. "Fuck, Clary…I want you." Clary stiffened and pulled his hands up off of her bottom. "Whoa. Not out here in front of everyone. Calm down. Here, let's go over to that booth in the back and sober up a bit. It's past the VIP lounge. I have to go to the bathroom, then tell Izzy where I'll be. She handed him a few bottles of water. Come on, babe." She led him away as he wrapped his arms around her from behind and growled, nuzzling her neck. She opened the curtain and he slid onto the large velvet couch within. Jace groaned and tried to pull her down on his lap. "C'mere, he slurred." She pulled back and handed him the waters. "Jace, I'll be right back. Drink both of these while I'm gone, okay? We'll sober up a bit, then get going." Clary dropped the privacy curtain and Jace rubbed his hand over his erection, through his jeans. I need relief. I need her so fucking badly. Her tight pussy. I love her so much. His ears were ringing and his vision blurred, as he panted. He quickly drank the two bottles of water. The lights then dimmed, very low.
Jace saw a flash of red wavy hair and green dress, as the curtain opened and closed quickly. "You got back fast, baby. I've missed you so much, Clary." She didn't say anything and Jace looked at her, but he could barely make out her red hair in the darkness. She kneeled in front of him, quickly opened his belt and zipper, taking out his hard cock, she pumped him roughly a few times. Fuck yes. Jace hummed and tilted his head back. "Yes, baby. Shit, Clary–." He felt her hot mouth envelop him, sucking furiously on his dick. They had to hurry in case someone came in. This really wasn't like Clary to do the public sex thing, but damn. I'm here for it.
Jace felt himself quickly reaching his peak with her rough sucking and ministrations. He grabbed her hair and began pumping into her mouth as she moaned against him, taking him deep in her throat, she ran her nails down his thighs, surely leaving marks. Jace growled loudly as he came hard, as she sucked all of his cum into her eager mouth and throat. "Yes, Clary…. Yes, baby. Like that! Hurry, we don't want to get caught…" Naughty girl. He moaned as she continued to gently suck him. Jace was blinded by light as someone opened the curtain and stood at the lounge entrance. Clary?
Clary washed her hands and left the bathroom. She wasn't able to find Izzy or Simon. Probably fucking somewhere, she laughed. She wanted to get back to the lounge and have a few bottles of water and talk to Jace…invite him over to her place to stay the night, then talk in the morning. Izzy was right. Time to move on and either forgive him or dump him. She wasn't being fair. I love him, so I have to suck it up and forgive him. She grabbed a few more waters and walked up to the private lounge where she'd left him to rehydrate. I've never seen him this drunk. Clary frowned when she heard moans. Is this the wrong lounge? Clary's heart started to pound as she heard the unmistakable voice of Jace inside "Hurry, we don't want to get caught…" What the fuck? Clary swallowed the growing lump in her throat and ripped back the curtain.
Jace had his head thrown back moaning while he held her friend, Carrie's head and face fucked her. Clary gasped and stumbled backwards, dropping the bottles of water on the floor. Her heart clenched and her stomach twisted as tears quickly stung her eyes. She slapped her hand to her mouth as she whirled away and started walking back to the VIP lounge.
She heard the curtain whip open behind her and Jace yell after her. Shit! I don't want to see him. She ran into the VIP lounge and grabbed her purse and phone. She turned around to leave and smashed face first into Jace's chest. He grabbed her arms and looked down at her wildly, tears filling his eyes. "Baby, baby, it's not what it looked like…it's not…I thought–" His words slurred and he blinked at her. Clary pushed hard against his chest, but he pulled her tighter against him. Clary scoffed. "Not what it looked like? Do I look fucking stupid, Jace? We are through! Done. Let go of me- I don't want to see you. Stop it, Jace... Let go–" He was obviously not in his right mind…so drunk.
He pulled her further into the lounge towards one of the couches. "No, Clary. Listen!" He scooped her up into his arms, while she kicked at air, stumbled over to the couch and fell onto it, with her on top of him. Shit, he is so drunk. He's scaring me. Clary tried to stand up and leave, but Jace flipped them over, grabbed her wrists and pushed them over her head. "Clary baby…please. It was dark...she" Clary shook her head and started to cry and pull her arms away from him, but his strong hands held her in place and pushed her down as he pressed on top of her. Her dress rode up as she kicked her legs. "Get off of me, Jace...stop!" He shook his head, burying his face in her neck. "No baby. Stay and listen…please–" Suddenly, Jace was being jerked away from her. Clary scrambled up, pulling her dress back down to her knees and shaking. It wasn't him...he's just so drunk.
Alec held Jace in a chokehold and Jonathan scooped her off of the couch away from him. "Jace, what the fuck are you doing?" Alec yelled. Jace mumbled incoherently and Alec let him stand, putting himself between Jace and Clary. Jace just shook his head and slurred. "I'm really drun– I don't think– Clary…head." He then leaned over the couch and vomited. He laid on the couch and moaned, passing out. He murmured incoherently and snored. Oh my god. What the fuck is wrong with him… "Hurry, we don't want to get caught…". Clary shook her head at Jace's words in her head and looked up at Jonathan, who still held her in his arms. "Please get me out of here, Jonathan. Take me to your place. I can't let him find me…Please. Alec, tell Izzy that I'm with Jon and will be back tomorrow." Jonathan kissed her forehead and nodded, scooping her up higher in his arms. "Of course, love…" Alec narrowed his eyes at him.
He stepped in front of Jonathan who glared at him. "Whoa, whoa. Wait, Clare. You can stay with me and Magnus, it's no problem, sweetie. Come on–" Clary shook her head and turned her face into Jonathan's shoulder. "No, Alec. He'll find me there. I can't see him right now. I don't want to see him tomorrow. He hurt me, Alec. I can't deal with this…he can't weasel his way into Jon's, the way he can at your place. Jon, you can put me down now. I can walk." Alec frowned and looked down at Clary, nodding, as Jon gently set her down.
"Okay, Clary, "Alec said. "I'll talk to Jace when he sobers up and find out what the fuck happened. This doesn't make sense...there has to be an explanation." Clary wiped the tears away from her eyes and took a steadying breath and laughed humorlessly. "I'll tell you what happened Alec. He let my ex-friend Carrie suck his dick while I was in the bathroom and looking for Izzy. I heard him telling her to hurry up, so they wouldn't get caught, as he fucked her face. That's what happened. I saw it. So, don't start with me about what happened… sorry Alec…but I'm leaving now. Keep him the fuck away from me. Everyone was right about him..." Jonathan wrapped an arm around Clary's shoulders and quickly ushered her out of Pandemonium.
Alec looked down at his best friend, snoring on the couch. Something did not add up. Jace wanted to make up with Clary so badly, he would never cheat on her. But, Clary was pretty clear about what transpired and she wouldn't lie. Izzy traipsed in with Simon in tow. "Ew. Smells like puke in here…shit did Jace barf? She looked over at him on the couch. I don't think I've ever seen him this shitfaced. Damn…where's Clary? She texted me and told me to talk to you…that she was leaving. Did I miss her?" Alec took a deep breath and opened a bottle of water. "Yeah. She left. We've got a lot to talk about, sis. But first–". He poured the bottle of water on Jace's face. "Wake up, asshole."