"The school gives every dorm room an emergency cancel that should last around 15 hours, " he explained all of this while on was on the couch with blanket and he was knelling by me with the candle close to the both, providing very little warmth
"They figure that they should be able to get all of the school's electricity up and running by them. I really doubt that though, so I have an extra if we were to need."
"Where in the world would you find another 15 hour candle in a small tony like this." Maybe people here were just that into candles that everyone makes them for a living down at candle factory.
"Let's just say that Alec and Magnus are pretty fond of the dark if they have each other. So they gave me theirs to hold on to if they were actually to need it." Oh, I defiantly did need the image if two gay guy getting along in the dark. That was going to scar me for life and maybe the life after that.
The rain poured relentlessly down on the windows. The hail that came down occasionally seemed like it was going to break to window, sharing it into a million pieces. With a broken window, anything would get in and get us during a storm. This wasn't helping my edginess. I had scrubbed off the makeup the Izzy had put on me earlier.
The temperature was dropping at a normal pace. It wasn't like one second warm, and then the next hour you were getting frost bite. But it was getting cold inside of the rooms and had half of the blankets one top of me.
"Clary, where are you Clary? I can't find you under this giant pile of sheets. I think they may have swallowed you alive. Help everyone, Clary has been eaten be carnivorous blanket call the navy, call the marines." He said as he tried to peel away all of my protective layers, leave it to him to lighten the mood.
Once he reached me, he pushes open all of my precious layers of heat and comfort. The cold air whipped onto my skin and it stung a little bit. I felt sorry for him; he had to deal with all of the freezing air while I was toasty. I opened up the blankets for home, but he only shook his head no slowly.
"The power isn't coming on for some time now. We might well sleep for the night, if we can with all of the noise. Now are you going to get up from the couch?" He asked me. Our tones had become a lot short the long the storm went on, the louder that it got. Sometimes I had to guess to make out what he was even saying to me.
"I really don't want to get up from here. Would you please carry me back to the room?" Was I really asking this almost stranger to carry me like child back to my bed? Yes, cold can make me a very lazy person.
"When then Clary, you leave me no choice but to carry you to carry you back to the room." He scooped down to pick me up and did. I haven't been picked up like this since I was a baby and I can't even remember that. His arms cradled me through the countless blankets and his body gave off a burning heat. Each step that he took was so graceful and smooth, I felt as if I wasn't moving at all.
The bedroom was a lot colder than the living room and darker. The only window in there that could provide light was tiny and at the very top of the wall furthest from us. He placed me down on a bed, it was way too dark to be even to tell if mine or his bed. All that I know is that the soft material of mattress and pillow melded into my body.
"I have to go back into the other room and get the candle. We wouldn't want to burn the building down at a time like this now would we?" He whispered in my ear. His breath was warm compared to the icy chill of the room around us. I didn't hear him go, but I saw him come back with the candle. It was if an angel with golden sunshine had can back to pull me out of the darkness.
He placed the candle on the nightstand above my head. I finally noticed that he had put me in his bed instead of my own. I moved to go and get into my bed when he pushed me gently back into his bed and sat gently on the edge of it. "It's too cold right now to sleep alone. If we were to share, we probably wouldn't need all of these blankets that you have cocooned yourself into."
"You're just jealous that the blankets get to keep me warm and you don't get to. But if you are going to be so persistent, I might as well just invite you into my little bubble world of warm blankets." His smile was incredible with a laugh to match it. Was there anything that wasn't perfect about this guy?
"Well if that is your invitation, then how could I decline a most generous offer from a lady such as yourself?" He lowered his head onto the pillow, barely giving me any time to move my own head away. His legs swung up and almost grazed the very end of the mattress. I wonder if he would have to get a new one if he outgrew this one.
Once again he peeled my warmth open. But this time, he almost completely untucked me and slid himself into the bubble. He reached behind himself and finished tucking the rest of the blankets behind and under him. The tightness didn't allow for much space for one, let alone two people. I barley had a breaths space before I would run into Jace.
Most of our legs were touching each other. Well my legs only stopped around his knee cap. His face was only around half a foot from my own; his breath was shaking my eyelashes and eyebrows slowly with each breath. I cupped my hands under my head, trying to give me some sort if statute compared to him.
The lighting flashed and thunder boomed again, shaking me down to my core. I dove under the blankets and into something softer and warmer that the blankets. I felt Jace's hand come up and cupped the back of my head, stroking my hair like my mom used to do when I was a still a child and struck with fear. It was so familiar and comforting.
But this wasn't my mom, it was Jace. Jace, the complete stranger that was with another girl, was comforting me like me has known me forever and that he has done this a million times before tonight. Should I really let this happen, mom said boys were nothing but trouble.
"Clary, are you okay? You look as if someone just punched you in the gut." He whispered in my ear.
"Yeah, it just that I have been afraid of storms since I was little. I should be better when all of the rain and lighting stops, if it stops soon."
"I could help you get over it. Max normally comes running in here at the first sight of lighting. He must if gone to Izzy's tonight."
"Or he is banging in the door and we can't hear him over everything that is going on."
He cracked a smile, making me feel safe for a split second. "No, mom made sure that max had a key to all of our dorms in case he needed us. So never walk around naked, we don't need to traumatize the boy."
"Are you saying that something about me being naked would make the boy have scars forever? I know my body wasn't great, but that is a low blow Jace, even for you."
"Max doesn't even know how girls use the restroom; let alone what an unclothed, full grown girl looks like. I just saying that it might scare him growing up."
"Well, that might be the nicest thing that you have ever said to me." I was grinning in the dark like an idiot. I knew that I could see me, so there was no point in hiding it. Suddenly, BANG, BOOOOM, BANG.
I pulled my hands from under my head and around Jace's waist. Both of his hands captured my hair and pushed my head into his chest. This scent was clean like cotton and lemons, surprising if we had just came from practice. One of my legs slipped between his and wrapped around the other one.
Everything was touching; there was not a point in trying to hide the fact of it. He stroked my hair and whispered words or encouragement into my ear. I created a small damp patch on his shirt of almost fallen tears. I haven't been this bad in a storm since Jonathan left for college and was not around to help me anymore. Then a strange sensation started to creep down into my stomach and legs.
"I really hate to ruin this moment that we have going on right now, but I have to pee." Gosh, why at a time like this. It might be because I had the bladder of a squirrel and being in a thunderstorm was not helping me out one single bit. And I had just gotten comfy in his arms.
"We then go; I'm not going to stop you. I don't need a person wetting my bed that is not me."
"Are you saying that you still wet the bed since you are the only one that can pee in your bed, not even little Max?" He just made it too easy some times.
"No, why would you even... Why exactly do you need to tell me that you need to go to the bathroom, just go? If you have to go, then you have to go."
Could he really be this stupid "You seriously want me to carry an open flame through the dorm, try to find the bathroom and not manage to catch the entire building on fire? You see how jumpy I am right now and you want me to go by myself."
"Well Clary," he said as he rolled me and him out of the bed and carefully picked up the candle "Most girls don't let guys see them use the restroom. Most people normally wait till marriage for that kind of interaction. You really are a jumpy little thing aren't you?" His comments made me blush deeply with he saw in the low light of the candle flame. His golden eyes looked as if they were engulfed in the flame as well.
The bathroom was dark and it echoed deeply, like you hear our every breath. Jace sat the candle on the sink and propped himself up against it. It would of been, but he was facing the toilet were I was supposed to be sitting with no pants on at all. His arms crossed over his chest when I threw him a pouty look, he was not going to give this up at all.
"Jace, you have to turn around for me to go to the bathroom. You seriously don't think that I'm going to sit on a cold seat with no pants on and pee in front of you, do you?" He really couldn't be serious
"Well if I turn around, I just going to see the same thing but in the mirror. I would prefer to see you dead on than in a piece of glass. Or I will face the wall if you can persuade me otherwise." Was he seriously bargaining over some like seeing my bare legs and a little something extra?
My heart dropped, I knew the answer to my own question. He wasn't going to turn around for all of the money in the world. I would have to get him to change his mind and what he wanted I probably would never, ever want. I had to play my least favorite card, one of the secrets that no one else knew except for my mom, my mother was the only one that knew this.
"Jace, please don't look. I'm really embarrassed because I have had a guy do... anything... like this to me before. I really don't talk about it much." I knew I was scarlet and twenty more shades along with it. He was going to tell the entire school, now wasn't he? Then, he let out a loud breath he must have been holding.
"Oh, I knew you weren't like all of the others. Not to sound mean, but most parents send girls here because they are sluts back in their old schools. Since you came in so late, everyone was trying to figure out what you were here for. Most of the guys think that it's why most are here. At least when they talk about you, I will know the truth."
"Jace, you still need to turn around. I'm not going to pee in front of you."
"You act like no boy has ever kissed you before either, Clary," my expression must of blown that as well "No one has even kissed you. Now that I have a hard time believing is true. You are too noticeable to not of been."
"Well, unless you count the almost kiss yesterday by Verlac, then that totals up to one attempt. It hasn't ever been a problem or worry that I was concerned about. Now turn around or you get to clean up all if the pee off of the floor."
He finally walked over to the corner and turns around. My sweet victory came as I finally finished peeing and washing my hands. Jace was quiet the entire time that I was taking care of me. He picked the candle back up and walked us carefully back to the bathroom, trying not to step on most if Jace's equipment for soccer.
I slid into the bed first, follow in a split second by Jace. We quickly resumed the position that we had been in before our little bathroom exploration and secret revealing time. There was something else that wasn't here before, tenderness. Instead of clamping his hand in my head, he gently cupped my neck and brushed at the underside if my curls. Our knees tangled in an alternating pattern and toes were wiggling against one another. I like this tender and gentler side of Jace that I was seeing now, not the one that everyone else saw.
We stayed like that the entire time the storm raged on. I feel asleep in the warmth and comfort of Jace's arms and words. Right before I fell into my darkness of sleep, his lips blushed over my forehead.
It was too was light enough to be a mistake on either of our parts, but it wasn't even a solid kiss on the forehead. Oh well, I was going to ask Izzy tomorrow if the storm was over. There was absolutely, positively no way I was leaving this spot until that storm was over. I had received what I think is my first kiss in this spot.
Jace POV
She folded into my arms just like Max did when he was here to spend the night. I told Izzy to take care of him tonight, she was better at the bigger storms than I was. Probably a women thing with boobs that calms kids down. But she was in my arms, peaceful for the most part, trusting me to help her.
My instincts that I got from Max kicked in, I had to help her in some way. She didn't seem all the bad until the thunder and lightning kicked up again, it make her restless. Each time one came up she would struggle and wiggle in my arms, for more shelter, it seemed like.
I let her wiggle in more and more as well. She didn't know what she was doing, if she was sleeping or awake. I never thought for a second she would be here because she was a slut. The poor girl blushed if I would brush my hand accidently on her back. Verlac was going to pay for trying to take her innocence away, to try to prove if she was a slut like most of the other girls around here. She never would be, I'm going to make sure of that.
The worst part was finally over, but the storm still had a long way to carry on. Storms around here lasted at least on hour to 8 hours. For power to get back on would take another 3-4 after the storm completely stopped.
She was finally going to get some sleep tonight, hopefully. I'm wishing that the storm does pick up again and we have to have this whole ordeal again. She was slowly slipping into sleep; her face was relaxed and peaceful like it always was. I couldn't help myself; I swept my lips across her pale forehead.
Her skin was freezing despite all of the heat that she had coming towards her. Her skin was like silk, nothing like the cakey powder that covered Kaelie's face. Her eye fluttered a bit behind her eyelids and I knew that she had felt it. She could have taken it as me trying to lull her into sleep, but I knew that it was nothing along those lines. At least I was the one to give her first sort of kiss