An entire day later, not surprising anyone but herself, Clary was thirsty. She groaned to herself, cursing the fact she had drank the last of the cow blood the day she had gotten stuck in the closet and hadn't thought of getting more, she rose up from bed. Her brother, if her sense of hearing could be believed, was already awake, lying in bed. Clary nodded to herself and checked her path quickly, thankful for the fact the hallway windows were closed. Maybe it was Jonathan's work? If it was, it was sweet of him.
Clary crept on the hallway, quietly going to Jonathan's room, and knocking for one brief moment - she was almost sure the door had cracked, but Clary decided to ignore it - before opening the door, her fangs pressing against her lower lip. Her brother was lazily splayed in his bed, shirtless (and Clary did her best to avoid thinking about her hands on his muscles, but failing. She decided to blame it on her thirst.), looking at her through half-lidded eyes, the cellphone he was playing it forgotten completely.
"What brings you here?", he asked, putting his cellphone away, sitting upright. "No, let me guess. You need blood."
"What else would I need?", Clary replied, with a frown, sitting in his bed. Jonathan offered her a malicious smirk, and she slapped him lightly. "Gross."
"I wasn't gross when you were sucking me dry,", Jonathan winked at her, and Clary would blush, were her heart still beating as quickly as before. He put one hand on hers, and leaned in, the smell of his blood overpowering her senses. "Come on, it's just one bite."
Clary nodded, and opened her mouth, going for his neck, her body straddling his immediately, her weight forcing Jonathan to be on his back. His blood was still as sweet as before on her tongue, and she smiled against his warm skin as Clary heard him stifle a moan. His hands grabbed her hips, and Clary stopped biting him.
Jonathan looked at her with feverish eyes, a slight sheen of sweat covering his skin. He looked delicious, almost ready to be sucked dry and say "thank you" at the end. Clary leaned down, giving the place she had bit a long lick, her saliva curing the two small wounds she had made, and Clary then decided that resting on top of him seemed comfortable.
"You're delicious,", she muttered, and Jonathan's hand kept at her hip. Clary knew she should take it from there, especially with the way he was playing with the elastic of her pajama shorts, but her head was still filled with thoughts of sucking him dry. This vampire thing was exhausting. She nicked at the skin in his neck, and Clary could feel the moan in his throat. "God, I could suck you off in one bite."
There was another moan from his part, and Clary grinned as she sat properly over his hips, grinding over his hard cock.
"Then do it, I'm not stopping you,", he said, voice fluctuating, and Clary bit his neck - not to take blood, just for the thrill of his skin, salty against her tongue, on her mouth.
One of Clary's hands went down, touching the band of his pants as Jonathan started to take off her pajama shorts at the same time, and they both frozen when their heard their mom calling out their names. Clary's mind left the food frenzy it was, and she stared, green against his heterochromic eyes - one black, other green - for one second that felt like eternity.
"What do we do?", she hissed, blushing when she noticed the position she was, where her hands were, and most important, the fact her mom was approaching.
"Under the bed?", Jonathan suggested, and Clary got off him, quickly sliding under his bed, holding her breath when the first specs of dust hit her. Clary was mildly annoyed, and as she heard the sound of the covers rustling, Clary wondered why she didn't just throw herself out in the sun.
"Are you honestly going to jack off?", Clary hissed, and Jonathan's laugh was musical.
"Do you want to give a hand?", he asked, and Clary made puking noises. "Aw, that wasn't your reaction five seconds ago."
"It's the hunger, you selfish son of a - ", Clary replied, stopping herself mid-sentence when her mother knocked, smelling like paint and tea. She curled into herself, and as Jonathan told their mom to come in.
Their mom was a somewhat famous artist - she was always traveling, going from exposition to exposition with little to no downtime, which meant Clary had been raised practically by herself, as a child, when her usual babysitters weren't home. After Jonathan came to live with her, however, the babysitters had been gone.
"Jonathan?", her mother called, entering the room. "Where is Clary?"
"Clarissa went to the deli, Jocelyn.", he replied, and Clary could hear the curl on her mother's lips. That was another thing of their father, she'd guess. Jonathan did come to their house with some… skewed views of the world. "Is something wrong?"
"No, no, I just wanted to tell you two I'd be touring through Europe this summer. Could you pass the message to her? I'm just here to grab some clothes, actually,", their mother said, and Jonathan sat up. Clary could see his feet. "I'm so sorry I spend so little time with you two."
"It's alright, Jocelyn.", the creepy polite smile Jonathan always had when dealing with her mother was audible, which was very weird. Maybe it was something her new sharp vampire audition could do, now? Pick up the sound smiles made?
Her mom stammered around a bit on Jonathan's dark room, thankfully not opening the windows, and left soon after. Clary waited until she heard the front door closing before sliding out of under Jonathan's bed, feeling disgustingly dirty with dust.
"I am going to take a bath,", she declared, noticing that he was still hard, and that Clary's thirst wasn't just for blood. Jonathan smirked, and Clary knew she had made a fatal mistake.
"Do you want some company?", as nice as that'd be, Clary would end up feeding off him. Tempting offer, but really, she had had enough.
"No!", she hissed, before leaving, ignoring the clear as day murmur of "you hesitated" he said.