Clary was quietly doing her thing with Jonathan - namely, feeding - when Simon called. Jonathan groaned when she took her mouth off his neck, and Clary decided to blame still being high on blood for the way she purposely grind on his hard dick, reaching for her phone on the nightstand.
"Hello?", Clary asked, looking into Jonathan's dazed eyes as she smirked to him, the warm feeling of his hands on her waist leaving almost an imprint to her senses.
"Hey, Clary! It's been a while,", Simon's voice said, and it was like a bucket filled with cold water fell on top of her head, breaking the feeding spell she was. Clary gulped loudly, and hoped Simon didn't hear as she hopped off her brother's lap. He offered her a whimpering moan, which was good.
"Hey, Simon,", Clary started, and Simon went off, as usual, talking about hanging out and Clary acting so weird after that night in Pandemonium. As her eyes trailed Jonathan's body - Clary had never been so thankful the AC was broken and the two of them had ulterior reasons to not get anyone to repair it, and looking at his body, once again Clary was thankful for it -, she hummed answers in the right moments.
Which meant she had only half-heard when she ended up accidentally inviting Simon for a movie night, which, considering her new affliction, was a bit troubling.
"Great!", he said, before Clary could sputter literally any excuse to not do this. "I'll bring the Sailor Moon R DVDs, you get the popcorn! See you soon!"
Clary gave a frustrated growl to her cellphone as she finished the call, staring at it for long seconds.
"Fuck me.", she told it, and took a deep breath, going back to sit on her brother's lap. Jonathan smirked.
"Can do, just tell me,", he hummed, and Clary rolled her eyes. He touched her face softly. "Do you want to keep feeding?"
Clary looked at his face - paler than usual. Maybe she was overfeeding. Maybe Clary should give him something, for once.
"Not really,", Clary hummed, putting her hands on his shoulders. She leaned down, biting her lip, and kissed him.
His kisses definitely felt different from when she was in a feed craze, more definite and open, somehow. Jonathan was surprised at first, but quickly reciprocated, hands going from her face to her hips, setting there as Clary pulled him closer. He bit her lip, accidentally drawing blood, and they stopped for a second, looking into each other's eyes.
He went back to kissing her, sucking on her bottom lip like her own blood was the most delicious thing he had ever eaten, and Clary had never felt so alive, taking off her shirt.
"Do you want this?", she asked, foreheads touching when they separated, gasping for air. Jonathan nodded, quickly, before kissing her, her hands going up and down his chest.
They ended up fucking and falling asleep on his bed, which meant that they were in a compromising position when Simon called Jonathan, Clary waking up sore and just the tiniest bit bruised - the perks of having a body with a heart that worked slowly, she figured -, and Jonathan with his back clawed like he had fought some large feline and lost.
"Simon?", Jonathan said, voice tired. When Simon replied - Clary really wasn't paying attention, too busy trying to go back to sleep, the stinging bite marks Jonathan had left behind in her skin pleasant. He, unfortunately, sat up, surprised, and Clary glared at him. "Yeah, sorry, Clary's taking a bath, maybe that's why she didn't pick up the phone?"
Clary rose up, remembering Simon had planned on coming over, and ran to wash herself, to get the scent of Jonathan away from her skin. The fact she had a bit of a speed boost as a vampire probably helped, but she was ready barely five minutes later, fabric covering the most obvious marks of Jonathan in her, and just the tiniest bit of makeup in the places clothes didn't cover. Jonathan simply chuckled at her when she arrived the at the door, mindlessly eating popcorn, and Clary glared at him once more until he let go of it.
"Thanks,", she told him, before opening the door. Simon still looked like the dork he was, puppy eyes and gentle demeanour. "Simon!"
Clary had to take care when she smiled to not show the fangs, hugging Simon as if he was made of glass. He… Probably was. What was distracting Clary, however, was the smell of the blood pumping through Simon's veins. If Jonathan's blood was deep and rich, like a well seasoned steak or something, Simon's was light and airy, like marshmallows.
"Clary, it's been a while!", he said, and after that, it was a flurry of imagery - mostly, Clary doing the typical vampire thing of sucking Simon dry, tasting his blood on her tongue.
It was the middle of the fifteenth episode when Clary rose up, excusing herself for one moment - which Simon vaguely noticed, since he was busy comparing the manga to the scenes - to go away for a moment, slipping in Jonathan's room quietly.
He was asleep, and Clary quietly padded her way to him, picking his wrist carefully.
"Jonathan?", Clary called, and he cracked open one eye, offering her a sleepy smile. "Can I…?"
"Have I ever told you no, Clarissa?", he replied, and Clary, with a nod, bit into him, sucking the blood from him quietly. She just needed enough to take off the edge of needing to feed on Simon. She choked on his blood a little - the taste weird, shallow and empty. It… It made no sense.
When she finished, Jonathan looked paler, and the puzzle fit - he was anaemic. Of course he'd be. Clary licked the wound on his wrist and rose up just enough to kiss him, mouthing a silent "thank you".
When Clary left Jonathan's room, she cleaned her mouth with her thumb, tasting Jonathan's blood once more. Yes, the taste was definitely different. She'd have to do something about it, but not now.