A/N: So this is kind of short chapter but there's about 1k words worth of smut at the end! It's a bit rough but nothing hardcore.
Just about a week had passed and Clary was anxiously awaiting a call from her gynecologist. Jonathan's results had come back negative and she was getting nervous. Clary was doing some walking on the treadmill and hoping for a call from her doctor when her phone rang.
[[ Incoming call ]]
"Hello, Clary Morgenstern speaking."
"Hello, Miss Morgenstern. This is Dr. Moon from your doctor's office."
"Do you have my test results?" Clary asked.
"I do indeed. All of your tests came back negative."
Clary breathed a sigh of relief. "Ok thank you."
"Have a good day Miss Morgenstern."
She hung up and turned off the treadmill. Since she had started taking care of herself she'd felt much better. She looked at her phone, it was close to eleven in the morning. She had to meet Dr. Koltz to talk about medicine options.
She went back to the loft and changed out of her gym clothes and into a pretty sundress. The beginning of September was just around the corner and she couldn't believe her summer was coming to an end.
Clary walked down to Dr. Koltz's office and knocked on the door. "Dr. Koltz, it's Clary."
"Come in!" He shouted from behind the door.
She walked into his office. It was probably the most modest room in the entire penthouse. It was a small room with a loveseat, a bookcase and a desk and swivel chair. Dr. Koltz had copies of his degrees hung on the wall. She came in and sat down on the loveseat.
"How're you feeling Clary?" Dr. Koltz asked her.
"Better," Clary said.
"That's good to hear. Do you want to tell me about your symptoms?"
"Uhm… I'm still a bit a nymphomaniac my boyfriend and I can't keep our hands off each other and I'm having alcohol cravings. I'm spending more money than should be."
"Those are all very normal symptoms but we want to keep them at bay. You said that you had been prescribed Lithium?"
"Yes. I don't want to take it."
"Ok, well I think you should attend day treatment at a center in Manhattan for people who have similar problems as you."
Clary blanched. "I don't have 'problems' I'm just high strung and I'm not going to sit around with a bunch of nutjobs all day."
Dr. Koltz chuckled lightly. "Do you think you're a 'nutjob'?"
"No, of course not!" Clary said.
"Well, I'm sure they don't either. People who have problems controlling their emotions -"
"You're not going to win this, doc."
Dr. Koltz smiled grimly at her. "Have you been engaging in risky behavior?"
"Like?"
"Like having sex with people you hardly know, unprotected sex, drinking, drug use? You toxicology report came back from detox yesterday, you've been using marijuana as well as drinking."
"Who doesn't smoke weed at my age?" Clary said testily.
"Plenty of people. You look up to your brother don't you?"
"Of course I do." She said, flushing slightly.
"Did he drink and smoke at your age?"
"Well, he drank but definitely not as much as me. He's a bit of a lightweight. I've never seen him really drunk honestly. I don't think he's ever been high around me either."
"So, there's your evidence that not everyone abuses substances at your age."
She pouted at him. That wasn't fair. Jon was special. She was starting to feel anger bubble up in her. "Jon isn't a good example. Take Jace! He drinks like Anheuser-Busch is going out of business!"
"Ah, Jace he's your boyfriend, am I right?"
She flushed. What was he to her now? She missed him bitterly. "Yes, he is."
"There's a saying in Alcoholics Anonymous, 'people, places and things' there are triggers for everyone Clary, and if Jace is a person who makes you want to use or facilitates your alcohol abuse then you need to cut ties with him."
She looked at him viciously. If looks could kill this man would be dead. "Jace is a wonderful guy and I'm proud to call him my boyfriend. As a matter of fact, half the reason I came here was to seek your advice about what I should do if I was pregnant with his child!" Clary said savagely.
Dr. Koltz looked taken aback. "Are you pregnant now, Clary?"
"No, but we're planning to get pregnant. I went to get checked for STD's last week. The doctor called just before I came here to tell me my results were negative."
"Don't you think you're a bit young to get pregnant? Don't you think that now, with all the instability in your life that you should be focusing on you and not bringing a new life into the world?"
"It's what Jace and I want," Clary said stubbornly.
"I think it would be a very good idea if you took a step back from this whole situation. Maybe go spend some time in the Adirondacks for a bit. I don't want you to make a rash decision." Dr. Koltz said reasonably.
"You're telling me to leave my family and my boyfriend behind for how long?"
"A couple days or a week maybe?"
"No, I want to be in New York City. I can't stand the country."
Dr. Koltz gave a long suffering sigh. "You must do what you think is right. If you desire to stay in the city then I'm going to recommend that you go to Alcoholics Anonymous meetings five times a week. If you really wish to become pregnant then sobriety is a key part of your recovery right now."
"I'm not an alcoholic," Clary said.
"Maybe not, but you did just spend three days in detox and if you're not dependant on alcohol then you certainly abuse it."
Clary couldn't take much more of this, she took out her phone, it was close to 11:30 and she was meeting Jon for lunch at noon. "I need to go. I'm meeting my brother for lunch soon." She stood up and stuck her phone in her back pocket.
"How about you come back to see me in three days?"
"A week." Clary bargained.
"Deal. I'll see you in a week at 11 am."
"See you then," Clary grumbled as she pulled open the door to his office.
She met Jonathan at the Indian place at 12:15 and hugged him tight to her. "I just had an awful meeting with the psychiatrist."
"Aww, tell me all about it."
"He just wanted to call me an alcoholic and chastise me for wanting to get pregnant at 21."
"Oh." Jon looked concerned. "You're not having second thoughts are you?"
"No of course not! I do want to see Jace though."
"To have sex with him?" Jon asked frankly
"No to talk to him. I thought he was hurt when we asked him to help us. He said he loves me, and he doesn't say that very often."
"Oh. Do you love him back?" Jon was pouting at her and it was cute as hell, it made her heart sing in her chest.
"I care about him. I know he's doing this because he loves me and I don't want to take advantage of him."
"Ok, I understand," Jonathan said begrudgingly
"Oh! Great news, my test results came back negative!" Clary said
"Oh, that's great. We can start trying tonight then."
"Trying?"
Jonathan lowered his voice, "Having unprotected sex."
"Oh!"
Jonathan shook his head and smiled at her.
[ outgoing text: C. Morgenstern ] Hey you
[ incoming text J. Herondale ] Hiiiiiiiiii
[ outgoing text: C. Morgenstern ] Are you ok?
[ incoming text J. Herondale ] I'm coked out! Everything is lovely.
Clary pouted at her phone. He didn't usually do coke. At least not in the time she'd known him, which was getting to be a few years now.
[ outgoing text: C. Morgenstern ] Ok… well, I can't really be around that shit. I guess we'll talk later.
She let out a frustrated sigh and flopped down on the bed. She really wanted to have sex right now but fucking someone right now when both she and Jonathan had gone through all the tension and pain of being tested would be awful. She flipped the TV to a music station and turned up the volume a bit. She pulled up her dress and slipped her panties to the side with one hand and felt her breast from the outside of her dress. She was only wearing a bralette so there wasn't much between her nipples and her fingers. She thought of Jonathan, his pouty lips, and pale creamy skin. She wanted to kiss him desperately right now. She moved her fingers around her clit, circling the most pleasurable spot on her body.
She thought of Jonathan and the way his body was ultra defined, the way he took care of himself and the way he would probably take care of her. She thought of the way he always insisted that they 'make love' and never fuck hard and fast. He was always showing her how much she meant to him. Her heart filled with love and affection for him. She allowed one finger to press a slow circle into her clit. She bit her lip with pleasure. Why did he have to be out doing something? She wanted him here, now, preferably hard and fast and bent over the bed. He would never do that though. She needed him to fill her up and make her cum over and over. She wanted to have his child desperately. She allowed herself another, slow almost teasing circle around her clit. Her pussy was wet and hot and she was in desperate need of a dick to fuck her. Instead, she just kept rubbing circles on her clit. Her back arched slightly off the bed as she thought of him fucking into her. The way the head of his cock seemed to pierce her very soul and the way she could talk to him with her pussy in ways she could never with her mouth.
She was getting closer. She thought of him bent over her, doing the things that made her so crazy in love with him. She sighed shakily. She needed dick. She slipped two fingers inside her finally and bit her lip until it bled. She didn't want anyone to come bursting in thinking she had Jace in the house again. The salty, metallic taste only fueled her further. She wanted so many things, so, so, many things with him but above all, she wanted a baby.
She did not hear the jingle of keys in the hallway and because she was so silent the incoming person was not alerted to her current state. The door wasn't locked and she was just thinking about Jon spilling his seed inside her for the first time when a head of white-blonde hair popped into the room. "Clarissa?"
She was nearly about to cum when she saw her brother standing in the doorway with his mouth slightly open. "Can you please fuck me? I mean like… hard and fast?" Clary asked her brother impatiently. "Please, Jonathan I've never needed you like this." That was all he needed to hear. He quickly stripped down his pants and shirt and got onto the bed. He pushed the blankets off the bed and prowled toward her. He kissed her, hard and rough, teeth clicking together and tongues sliding against each other. "Now, please, please, honey I'm begging you." His dick was hard for her, making a tent in his boxers. How did he get so hard so fast? Damn, she liked having this kind of wanton power over him.
She fished him out of his boxers and saw the red head of his cock. She loved his dick and all the magical things it could do to her. Jonathan seemed very shocked by all this but had the sense to ask her to get on her knees. She got on all fours in front of him, made a very sloppy ponytail of her waist length hair and handed it to him. "Please pull my hair."
It was so strange because usually when they had sex he was in charge and nothing would stop him making sure she felt loved and protected by him. Not that, that wasn't the case now but she felt like she had a kind of power over him. He gripped her hair with one hand wrapping it around his hand until he reached the root and with his other hand he gripped her hips and angled himself inside of her. They both moaned. She was close to an orgasm and she was wet and tight for him. "Fuck, Jonathan please, you need to fuck me." He gripped her hair tight, but not so tight as to rip any of the hair out. It gave her a pleasant sensation and began to ruthlessly pound into her pussy. She placed her hand over his on her hip and he banged her straight into the mattress. She couldn't feel anything else but the sheer force of him sinking into her over, and over. She was holding on. She wanted to do this right. "Fuck, Jon, fuck!"
"You're so wet for me." Jon gasped.
She looked back over her shoulder and smirked at him. "I'm always wet for you."
He slammed his hips into her especially hard. "Fuck, Clarissa. I'm going to cum."
She let out a loud whine and her vision faded to black. The world tilted off its axis momentarily. She hung in the balance then for a moment. All she could feel was warmth like sunshine inside of her and the deeply fulfilling sensation of having done something entirely right. The world seemed to right itself and she blinked several times and things came into focus. Jonathan was lying beside her breathing heavily and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. She rolled over and looked at him. He had the biggest, best, smirk she'd ever seen on his face. She smiled up at him in return.
"I wasn't expecting that." Were Jonathan's first words to her.
"Neither was I."
"I like being a little rough with you."
She snorted out an unladylike laugh. "Babe you just fucked me so hard I blacked out. A little rough would be an understatement. I didn't think you had it in you."
"I live to serve, my dear." He said with a contented smirk.
She curled into a very happy and satisfied ball against his chest. "I want to say like this forever."
"Unfortunately the high will wear off eventually," Jonathan said patiently.
"I love you. I love you so much I would do anything for you."
"Me too, I love you very much as well."
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