A.N.: Me thinks that my writing has changed a bit. I'm not sure whether that's good or bad but I think I'm going to head a different way with this story than I initially was. But this is a good thing…maybe my writers block when it comes to this stuff will go away? And no, not all fluff, but a lot of it. What can I say? It's what I'm good at XD
Clary walked along the halls of the Institute, brushing her hands along the wallpaper with a wistfully peaceful smile on her face. She had no idea where Jace was, but it didn't matter—where ever he was, she knew that he would be okay.
That he would keep himself safe for her.
Her mind set was a little different than it had been in a long time; she felt like she was floating. No scratching, no hissing, no thumping. Not since a little after she'd discovered the rune she drew on her hip was permanent—which meant that she already knew battle technique.
Jace of course, was happy about the fact that he didn't have to lay a hand on her, or even teach her. They'd actually talked about it the other day.
Jace sat perched on the desk in the Institute's library, humming softly under his breath as he watched Clary skim through a couple books, cozied up the big chair that Hodge had often sat in.
"You know," he mused, "I'm kind of relieved that you don't need training." All though, there was some parts of him that had objections, that it wasn't done the right way but…the thing was, it had been done the right way.
In all the ways that counted, at least.
Clary looked up at him and smiled a little, "Yeah, I know. You were being such a chicken about it before," she teased him, her emerald eyes sparkling with amusement. She was observant enough to be able to tell that Jace did have a few problems with her Warrior rune.
It was likely that the long years of his training had taught him a numerous amount of skills, skills that she may not have that they aren't aware of. Another she could guess was that when they went into battle, what if it wore off too quickly, and she was left defenseless.
Of course, they weren't only his fears. She also had fears of her own. The same fears, yet somehow there were more, more she really didn't want to think about…
Clary paused a little at that thought and felt her eyebrows furrow in thought. She hadn't been out yet. And it'd been two weeks since she'd drawn the Warrior rune on her hip…
"Clary! Hey!" The sound of Isabelle's voice and high-heeled boots brushing away the cob web of thoughts that were starting to crowd her head.
"Oh, hey Izzy." Clary smiled sheepishly at the tall, dark-haired girl that strode toward quickly once she'd stopped to wait for her to catch up. Like many times before, she felt a little uncomfortable around Isabelle. Not only because she was so beautiful, but because a lot of the times she liked to give Clary what she'd come to know as a 'makeover.'
Eyeliner, powder…so much glitter and hairspray that it almost gave Clary a migraine.
"Hey," said Izzy, looking extremely excited. "So Pandemonium is having this Winter Celebration type thing and I think we should go." Her blue eyes sparkled when she looked at Clary, her hands clasped together, awaiting Clary's answer.
Clary had to admit, she sort of wanted to get out. It wouldn't be so bad. She was just still slightly afraid of having to go out where there might be demons. If she were to get attacked her Warrior rune would be put to the test. She'd be in real danger instead of the kind where she knew Jace wouldn't attack with the intention to kill.
The demons would. They'd want to consume her…just like that Ravenor demon. She could still remember the feel of its hot breath on her skin. Despite the shudder she got from the thought, she replied, "Sure. I'm in."
Isabelle gasped her excitement, "Really! Oh thank you Clary! Thank you! I didn't want to have to be third wheel with Alec and Magnus again." She made a dramatically bulbous face that made Clary chuckle a little.
"Is it really that bad?" Clary asked, not able to help but let a small amused smile creep its way onto her face. Isabelle had the tendency to be a little over dramatic, and if it wasn't a little it was a lot. She wondered whether she got that personality trait from Robert or Maryse.
Clary raised an eyebrow, "You don't think Jace will be there?" She questioned Isabelle, watching the girl's face twist with thought.
"You're right," she said at last, her eyes widening. "I'm doomed to be the third wheel!" But then, her face got a thoughtful look, then one of hesitation before she met Clary's eyes again. "You should invite Simon," she said softly, fiddling with a string on her coat out of nervousness.
Clary raised an eyebrow and watched her closely. "Sure thing Izzy…" she trailed, nodding. She wasn't all too sure Simon would be up for it, "As long as you ask him yourself." Clary would have done it herself, and even though Simon was her 'best guy friend' things were still a bit touchy between them.
Isabelle gasped, "Clary! You know I can't do that he—he hates me. Really, I—" she pursed her lips and looked for a moment like she might cry.
Clary, seeing this, immediately became sorry, "Wait! Uh—ahh, do you want to do my hair and make-up for when we go?" She asked, hoping to distract Izzy's thoughts. It worked.
Her blue eyes lit up and she reached out and took a lock of Clary's curly fire red hair between her fingers. "Sure," she said, trying to act normal now, "but these ends are going to need some deep conditioning."
"I have to say Clary," said Isabelle, studying her with precision—so much so that it made Clary squirm a little, "I'm glad you made such a fuss over me straightening your hair, it looks much better all wild and curly. Shiny too, thanks to my product." Izzy braced her hands on her hips proudly, her hair held up messily with two crystal chopsticks.
Clary winced at the tightness of the dress she was in and folded her arms across her chest, avoiding having to turn herself around and look in the mirror. "Seriously Izzy if we run into trouble tonight how the hell am I supposed to move around in this thing?" She asked and squirmed a little, trying to see how much she actually could movie around in it.
"You'd be surprised," Isabelle told her with an amused voice, one of her eyebrows cocked as she looked over Clary. "Seriously Clary, turn around and look at yourself before I force you to!"
Clary shot her an empty glare and took in a deep breath, closing her eyes as she slowly moved her feet, turning herself so that she was facing Izzy's full length mirror. When she opened her eyes, her lips parted and her first thought was: Where the hell am I in this mirror?
But that was her, staring right back at herself. Slender figure squeezed so tight that she actually had curves in the tight red halter dress. It was terribly short too, and she had the urge to put her jeans and hoodie on over it. She surprisingly looked like she had some trace of boobs, too. And her face…
She was still baffled over that. Her lashes were long and black and almost fake looking. Smoky, glittery black eye shadow made her eyes look sexy and mysterious and almost cat-like. The dark eyeliner definitely made her emerald eyes blaze, which set off a contrast with her pale skin—which Isabelle had powdered to flawlessness.
And what really topped it off was the eat-your-heart-out red lipstick that covered her full lips. And her hair was—so incredibly curly, yet not frizzy, and fell in ringlets that were almost to the middle of her back.
"You look like a vixen. And way better than the last few times I've done this, might I add." Isabelle said with a grin, going to the mirror to get herself ready now.
Clary gave her a questioning look, "How is that even possible?"
Isabelle shrugged, "Just look at you. Virgin, you looked so uncomfortable in—"
"Izzy!" Clary protested her mouth agape in incredulity.
"What?" Isabelle asked innocently. "It's true! You did! And it's so obvious you're not a virgin anymore, I mean," she made a fist and moved it up and down a few times in mid-air, "you whacked Jace off in a restaurant."
Clary gasped and felt her face flush bright red, down-casting her eyes as she felt heat flood up her neck and rest in her cheeks and her ears. "You saw…" she said, looking at the red satin heels she wore in horror.
"Yes—well, not exactly saw, but your shoulder was moving and Jace really isn't able to hide pleasure like that very efficiently," she said, making a hand motion like it was no big deal, which made Clary relax a little inside.
"How do you know that?" She inquired, wondering if Jace might have lied about him and Isabelle being involved once.
She simply shrugged, "I know Jace. His emotions play out on his face when he's trying the hardest to keep them hidden."
That was half-way true, Clary added in her head and held her cool hands to her cheeks, sighing in relief at the nice feeling it created against her warm face. God, Izzy had seen—well just…almost practically seen her…doing nasty things to Jace. No more public things—she concluded in her mind, almost nodding to herself.
"He's going to fuh-reak by the way, when he sees you. He and Alec are waiting by the elevator." Izzy said and smiled, laughing at the shocked look that passed over Clary's face when she saw that she was almost ready to leave.
"How did you do that so fast?" Maybe she should learn how to do that—just in case she did decide she wanted to glam herself up—which she highly doubted she'd ever want to do.
"Takes practice, and a lot of years of being rushed by your older brother." Izzy rolled her eyes when she spoke of Alec, her superior sibling. But she said it with a smile as well; Clary wondered then what it was like to have an actual brother and sister relationship.
The thought brought her to Jonathan for only a mere moment before Isabelle broke her out of her thoughts. "—Just smolders off of you," she was saying, pulling on some boots.
"What?" Clary asked in confusion and pulled the dress down, internally hoping that she wouldn't trip and fall on her the heels she was wearing and sprain her ankle. But she'd been having awfully good luck with balance lately—discluding the time when she'd tripped in the laundry room and hit her jaw on the washer when she fell.
That had been Jace's fault, being all distracting and what-not.
"I said that when you were a virgin that—"
"Izzy!" Clary said in aghast, looking exasperated.
"No, let me finish." The girl chuckled and took out the chop-sticks, rechecking herself over in the mirror as she spoke to Clary. "When you were a virgin, you looked uncomfortable in it, now you're just a tad more sure of yourself."
Clary blinked and almost raised an eyebrow. She wasn't sure whether to consider that an insult or a compliment. "Can we stop talking about my virginity?" She asked in a breath, watching Izzy as she shuffled through her drawers and came up with a thigh sheath and helped Clary put it on.
"An angel blade, seraph, and throwing stars." She explained, now moving onto wrap her gold chain around her wrist, arming herself up three times as heavy as Clary was.
"Why don't I get as much as you?" She questioned curiously, furrowing her brows at Izzy.
Izzy shrugged, "Think about it; you're not wearing that much clothing and Jace probably won't let you fight anyone for long before he cuts in. Therefore, you don't need as much arming. Plus, that's fine. Bare minimum. I just wear this much because I like it."
Clary's lips parted for another question but Isabelle took her hand and yanked her out into the hallway, where they nearly toppled over together, were it not for Izzy there to balance them.
"Jace! You better not be looking! Alec? Cover his eyes!" Izzy called to them when they got closer.
Clary smiled a little, just because she hadn't seen Jace yet today and of course—she missed him terribly, wondering where he'd went.
"I'll look if I want," came the reply from Jace, mixed in with, "Not this again," from Alec.
Isabelle chuckled and led Clary to the corner where the hall turned into the entry-way for the elevator. She turned quickly and made sure Clary looked good, fluffed her hair and—satisfied—she pulled Clary out from behind the corner.
If Clary was expecting Jace to be quiet, she was proved wrong by a gasp and a small yelp. "Jesus! She's wearing a sheet, Izzy!" He exclaimed and walked forward quickly, shedding his leather jacket with the intent to cover her up.
Clary blushed and bit her lip, looking at Jace from under her eyelashes when he approached, his furrowed brows shooting up and relaxing suddenly, giving him pause.
She stared at that curling golden hair like a baby at their mother in amazement. Next were his lips, then his jaw, his cheekbones, and finally, his beautiful golden eyes. A goofy smile spread across her face, and her body flooded with a surprising need that encased her pale skin and wrapped around her like a warm blanket. "Hi," she whispered shyly.
Jace blinked, seemingly speechless. Clary would have made note to enjoy this moment because they didn't happen very often but her thoughts were scattered and the only thoughts she could really muster that were somewhat intelligent was the "ABC" song she'd learned in pre-school.
"You look amazing," Jace breathed, skimming his hands over the sides of her arms—an unusually bold move that made her shiver. He leaned forward, kissing just under her hear, "so gorgeous."
She shuddered visibly and swallowed, licking her suddenly dry lips and nearly getting lost in his eyes when she looked up again but was quieted by Alec's impatient sigh. "Guys, can we go now? I hate being late and Magnus is waiting for me."
"I'm sorry, what'd you say?" Jace asked, turning around with a smirk, Clary possessively tucked into his side as Isabelle followed behind. "Magnum?"
Alec flushed at the use of the name of condoms Jace and Clary had accidentally witnessed him and Magnus buying and stabbed the elevator button, "Shut up Jace. We're going to be late. Hurry. Up."
"Fine, fine," Jace chuckled along with Clary, who was giggling softly into his side, and escorted them onto the elevator ahead of Isabelle.
"This place is so crowded!" Alec yelled over the blast of music once they'd entered Pandemonium and started making their way to the second level to look for Magnus.
"When is it not crowded?" Jace called back over the roar of the music, keeping Clary even closer now that they had entered the club.
She felt hot—the temperature kind of hot—because there were so many people staring at her in awe and lust, licking their lips, glaring—if they were women and with their dates, jealous because the man was looking her way with his mouth open.
She shrunk into Jace's side and walked at the same pace Alec was going ahead of them, up the winding stairs to the second level. It wasn't long until she saw a pair of weird looking boot…shoes and heard Magnus' voice call to them.
"Alec, darling!" Clary looked up just in time to see Magnus push aside a horny couple making out right in front of him and make his way over.
He stared at Clary and then looked at Jace. "What would Clary say if she knew you were out with another girl?" He squinted, narrowing his eyes. It wasn't as intimidating as he probably would have liked it to be—hard to take someone seriously when they were wearing that much glitter and jewelry…and glittery jewelry.
Clary felt a jolt of jealous rage shoot through her before remembering that she was the one that Magnus was staring at. "Magnus! It is me! It's Clary."
"Yeah, yeah. Imposter, that's what I say—"
"It really is Magnus," Alec said, taking a small tube from Magnus and drinking back the liquid inside of it with one gulp.
"Clary!" He exclaimed, prying her from Jace's grip to spin her around then mush his hands around her face, squishing her lips and cheeks until she protested and backed away with a huff.
"Why is it so hard to believe I'm me?" She questioned haughtily and braced her hands on her hips, staring up at Magnus expectantly. She could be sexy…she hoped.
Magnus laughed like the answer was obvious and gestured to her whole outfit, "The Clary I know could never be that sexy."
She gasped and squinted at him, then pressed her lips together and worked back a glare, slowly being pulled away from them by Jace. She was really starting to dislike Magnus for several reasons. He lacked every other emotion aside from amusement—when in public at least—and it was annoying. But then again, there were other times he was oddly sweet, mad, or smart.
Still, it was angering to know he didn't think she could be sexy. She could be sexy…with a lot of practice. Okay, so maybe she wasn't, but surely, she was getting there. Right?
"Don't listen to him," Jace murmured in her ear, pulling her onto the dance floor and wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, holding her close.
She felt her muscles loosen a bit and sighed, leaning against him. "I know…I just…" she shrugged, not knowing what to say. That she thought she wasn't sexy? No, he couldn't know that she thought she lacked in that area because he'd argue that she was.
So if he did and she knew he would, did that mean she was? Why was life so confusing?
"He's gay, Clary." Jace chuckled, like that said it all.
And it kind of did. Clary felt herself laugh aloud and knew the sound was lost in the music, but her mood was uplifted because really, Jace was right. Magnus was gay.
"And he wouldn't know squat about sexy because," his arm tightened around her waist, "you're sexy even in jeans and a t-shirt. He wears tight leather and things that don't match." Jace shuddered against her then buried his face in her neck.
Clary smiled and looked towards the bar, instantly spotting Isabelle standing there, talking animatedly with a guy that looked slightly pale and familiar from behind. Who was that? Ahh, well. At least she wasn't frowning and looking around and alone.
Clary would have felt bad, especially since she'd forgotten to call Simon to invite him. And now she was kind of glad she didn't but—wait a second that was Simon!
They both looked fairly chatty, which made her a little less surprised, able to let go and dance with Jace, swaying with the music for god knew how long until they were both breathing somewhat heavy.
The songs had sneakily sped up in the past half-hour and she turned to look up at him to see his golden eyes smoldering intently on hers. She swallowed and felt a flash of heat flood through her. "I need some water," she said, watching him nod in agreement and kiss her temple.
He'd be right back, he told her. She made her way through the crowd towards an empty bench only to feel something grab her wrist and jerk her back towards the exit. And it was closer than she realized.
She screeched, and with a surprising amount of strength flipped the attacker over and onto the floor—hard.
She looked down at him and gasped at the sick pallor to his skin. His eyes were blood shot and his hair was a very unflattering shade of yellow. He flashed a sharp row of yellow teeth and pounced on her before she had time to react, knocking her onto the floor with his small body.
And it was fairly small. At least a couple feet shorter than she was. Maybe he was a dwarf. Trying to push her thoughts aside, she fumbled for her angel blade but wasn't quick enough. He was already on his feet, dragging her by her hair towards the exit as she yelled for Jace.
There was a sudden explosion of lights that amazed and distracted the mundanes which allowed at least a dozen more creatures of the same sort that had a hold of her to open the door that was the exit and flood into the club towards Clary.
They didn't get far. Jace was there, his angel blade flaring up and glowing iridescently, people falling over and being shoved aside beside him, Izzy breaking through the crowd ahead of Simon—who's facial expression wouldn't have been so comical if Clary wasn't so terrified.
"What are these things!" She shouted, hearing terrible screeching sounds emitting from their wrinkled, deformed mouths. Their skin looked like wrinkled potato sacks and it churned her stomach. They held her down and carried her from all limbs and they were all surprisingly strong, too.
"No idea!" Jace yelled, kicking one aside, only to have it cling to his leg. He cried out in surprise and slashed it dead with his sword and moved towards Clary, slicing the head cleanly off of the one that had hold of her leg. It dropped and the movement out of the exit was suddenly stymied by the lack of person carrying her.
She used her free leg to kick hard at the other one, who made an 'ugh' sound when he was stabbed straight in the eye with the point of her heels. She winced and yanked at her arms, propelling the two that had her wrists forward and right into the alley wall outside, their bodies making sickening crunches as they slumped to the floor.
"Demons," Clary said distractedly for a dazed moment, staring at the ichor seeping from the bodies, black and slimy looking; unnatural.
"Ya think?" Alec asked, suddenly appearing to shove Clary aside and help Jace shake off at least for that were clinging to his body, trying to bite at him.
There was a sudden explosion, a burst of bright white light where the little demons yelped and flew up into the air, slamming against a number of things in the alley.
One landed against a ladder that was near a set of stairs and landed right under it, opening its eyes just in time to see its death approaching. The ladder landed on him with force, pushing straight through his skull at one point, his heart the other.
Clary looked for Jace and whirled around when he yelped. "OUCH! YOU BIT ME! HE BIT ME!" Clary shot forward and plucked the demon off his back by his little elfin ear and flung him right onto Alec's sword. He cried out in astonishment and wriggled the limp lifeless body off of his sword.
"Jace! Jace are you alright?" Clary breathed, hovering over him while her mind tried to catch up with everything that had just happened.
"Yes, I'm fine," Jace said haughtily, allowing Clary to help him up from the floor. "Little fu—little thing bit me," he frowned, looking at his shoulder with a frown.
Clary looked back at Alec worriedly, "Do you think…Magnus could—"
Alec sighed and nodded, "Yeah, let's get him inside."
"What the hell was that all about?" Asked Simon, looking concerned and baffled.
Jace's face twisted into an amused smile, "I'm fine Clary really. And Simon, it's because you're here."
"Thanks asshole. Harr harr," Simon shot Jace the finger once they'd gone inside ahead of him.
"Saw that!" Jace said, yelling because they were re-entering the loud thump of rap music. It was getting warmer, Clary thought, still biting her lip worriedly as they escorted Jace towards the stairs, Simon and Izzy left to figure out whatever it was that had attacked them.
"Magnus, could you—" Alec began once they had approached him, and he nodded impatiently.
"Follow me, children." He said, leading them through a hidden hallway that led to a pair of stairs and took them into what looked like a private room.
Clary looked around curiously as Magnus examined the wound on Jace's shoulder. Velvet couches, wispy red curtains, dark sexy colors, soft looking carpet and a private mini bar. She was about to open the door that might have been a closet or another hidden room but was pulled out of her curiosity when she heard, "—have to take your shirt off—" in Magnus voice.
She turned and was greeted by the sight of Jace's defined, tanned chest and backed against the wall, tripped somehow, and landed in a small soft bean bag that was beside her, catching her fall.
Jace was watching her with amusement, chuckling. "You alright Clarissa, you look very distracted."
Clary blinked slowly and shook her head, trying to stand on her shaky knees, not realizing how unsteady she was feeling till just then. She graciously welcomed the comforting support of the bean bag and stared at Jace's chest until his voice broke her out of her stupor.
"Clary?" He asked, leaning down a little bit with a bandage on his shoulder, catching her eyes.
She blinked and came back to reality, looking around. "Whoa, where did Alec and Magnus go?"
"Back to the party of course, about three minutes ago." He said, laughing softly at the expression on her face.
"Oh," said Clary, blinking groggily. She stood up and walked over to him, feeling electric jolts pass through her at the hungry look in his eyes. He couldn't be thinking what she was?
"Let's stay in here," Jace said in a low voice, making an effort to scoot aside to make room for her on the couch.
She took her heels off and almost sighed in relief at the amazing feeling in her feet, that they were finally able to rest. Ignoring the empty space beside him, Clary went to straddle his lap.
He looked up at her in surprise and smiled at her, "Hello beautiful."
Clary grinned sexily, or tried to at least. "Hey," she whispered, leaning down to pepper slow kisses along his neck and down his jaw. "You know Izzy knows what I did to you in the restaurant." She told him.
"Does she now?" Jace whispered back, seeming more chillaxed about it than she was. It would have surprised her, were her mind not focused on only one thing, the one thing she was thirsting for ever since she'd seen Jace today.
"Mhmm…" Clary trailed, ghosting her lips along the hollow of his throat. "Where were you today?" She whispered, working her way back up his jaw as his hands went to her tight little red dress to rest on her hips.
"I was shopping," he said in a husky voice, distracted. "I—for you and stuff…you know…"
Clary pressed her hips into him and heard him groan softly and let his head fall back. "You're killing me Clary," he whispered as she gyrated her hips against him, wanton for friction to get rid of the nagging heat that had settled right between her thighs.
"I want you," she whispered, running her hands down his strong chest, her tight dress sliding up her thighs ever so slightly. Clary licked her lips when she felt Jace's hands skim her sides and again felt that eager heat burn brighter, her heart rate speeding up a bit.
One of Jace's hands traveled up her cheek to tangle in her hair and bring her lips down onto his with an intense, needy passion. They melded together hotly for a few moments, Clary bucking and grinding her hips against his in any way she could, her hands heatedly zipping down his jeans and pulling out his hardening member through the zipper.
"Clary," Jace whispered a strangled groan, his member starting to twitch and pulsate in her hands, responding to even the slightest touch from her soft little hand. "Someone could walk in," he said, sounding pained.
Her only response was a feral growl, which sent electric shocks between them both because this wasn't Clary anymore, no. It was a woman who wanted to take her mate over and over again, to feel the rapture that only he could tighten her muscles and flood through her system.
"Jace," she said huskily, giving his member hard pumps as she sat in her lap, her heart thumping loudly in her chest at the sight of him hardening to full mast right in her palm. She licked her lips, pulling in a breath just before Jace reached up and turned her head, his lips crashing passionately with hers.
She moaned softly into his mouth and moved closer to him, grazing the moistness of her panties against his erection, nearly groaning at the friction it created and the pleasurable feel of her nub straining.
Jace thrusted his tongue into her mouth and kissed her deeper, his hands traveling up the sides of her dress to knead her breasts through the fabric, then back down between her thighs.
Clary gasped, her hand tightening around his member as she stroked his thick, long length even harder and rolled her wetness onto her hands, their bodies moving in circles against each other as they broke away, both panting for air.
"God Clary," Jace slipped aside her soaked panties and coated his fingers in her wetness, circling her nub slowly with his fingers, hearing her moan into his ear, her mouth close to it as she kissed up his neck hotly and went to suck on his earlobe.
Jace felt heat sparking in his abdomen and sucked in a breath, tensing because damn—he was so close already. "Clary," he said, sounding strangled, "ahh—yeah," defeated, he let his head fall back against the couch as she moaned, moving her hips onto his fingers as her hand moved up and down, twisting ever so slightly.
"Yes," Clary breathed, hovering over him just enough to see his eyes glazed and looking up, his mouth open in pure bliss as she stroked him. His face scrunched up a little when his eyes fixed on her beautiful face.
He took that moment to stop circling her nub and press three fingers deep inside of her. Her hand immediately squeezed him then stopped, a long moan emitting out of her mouth from deep within her chest. She pressed herself onto them, gasping softly.
Clary felt heat flare up and shoot straight between her thighs, her tightness pulsating around his fingers as she rocked against him. "Jace," she breathed, her breath catching in her throat. Her fingers traveled down to his chest blindly, tracing the hard lines of it, able to picture it vividly in her mind.
She closed her eyes and threw her head back, rocking ferverently against him, one of her arms going to wrap around his neck to keep them close as the heat built up, sparking tension in her back, pleasurable jolts running up and down her spine as her walls tightened around his fingers.
Neither of them able to take it anymore, they both paused for a moment and looked at each other, eyes radiating with equal amounts of passion and desire.
Jace pulled his fingers out and Clary watched with parted lips as he brought them to her mouth, wrapping his lips around them and sucking them dry, tasting her.
Her face screwed up and she moaned, a searing, nagging ache calling to his twitching member as he stared lustfully at her. Licking her lips, she slowly slid him inside of her and felt goose bumps erupt along her arms when he groaned in her ear, burying his face in the crook of her neck.
"Oh god," she heard Jace breathe, clothes on skin and skin sliding together starting to echo in the room around them as she bucked against his hips, something feeling different. In and out, in and out…she closed her eyes and felt Jace take a hold of her hips, pushing them down onto his thick length as she gushed around him.
She closed her eyes and let her head fall back, her walls quivering around him and tightening the more she felt him fill her up and moan and buck against her.
Clary cried out suddenly when his length brushed against her sweet spot and started bucking her hips in desperation, a feeling a euphoria suddenly starting to bundle up in her belly, swirling there, tightening as she tried to hold it back, her walls clenching around him, taking him in deeper.
The heat was continuing to build between them when Clary opened her eyes to see Jace's face looking strained. She looked down at his golden skin and touched his warm belly, moaning more frequently at how warm and tense it was, how sexy it was.
About to burst, Clary looked down as she rocked against his hips, looking between her thighs and catching glimpses of his length sliding inside of her. That's when she felt the heated knot in her belly coil up even more, bringing to the brink.
Finally, her walls clenched around him, spasming and clinging to his length when her bucks became wild, pure ecstasy flooding through her veins.
Jace growled suddenly, not able to take the hot, tense knot nagging in his groin and let himself release deep inside of her, "Clary!" he cried, clutching her tightly around her hips as she rolled them, working him over and over again.
She moaned, feeling warm substance flood into her. So warm…so incredibly warm. "Jace," she breathed in wonder, her lips descending on his as they slowly came down from their high together.
"God Clary we—"
"Forgot a condom. Shh, I know." She leaned forward again and pressed her lips to his. Slowly at first, then slowly heating up, her brain slowly starting to register that warm feeling in her belly again, tightening and swirling there, urging to do something about it.
Her hand groped for his length which had slipped out of her, and when she found it—not caring whether he was hard or not, she slid it inside of her and started to move her hips quickly onto his, the urge taking over any thought process she might have had.
"Fuck," Jace growled, already becoming hard again. He looked up at his Clary and watched her completely take with herself, her hands needily squeezing his shoulders as she rocked hard against him, searching for another orgasm.
Clary felt warm again, her slickened walls starting to squeeze around his hard length as she slammed her hips onto his, rocking faster. She squeezed his shoulders and shut her eyes tightly, whispering his name repeatedly as she moved against him, going faster and harder.
"Oh god," she was panting, already feeling the brink approaching and Jace was surprised to find that his groin was already wanting to burst, especially with the look of pure rapture on her face.
She ran her hands down his chest and gyrated her hips against him once then felt her walls clamp suddenly around him, triggering both their orgasms, low moans and growls sounding for both their throats in heated approval.
Her hips jerked against his, her belly warm and content when she slumped against him, feeling his arms going to wrap around her slender body, holding her to his chest as she rested her head on his shoulder.
Both of them took awhile to catch their breath, and when they did, Clary was the first to speak. "I could use a nap," she said, a lazy smile spreading across her face. She felt amazing like she always did with Jace. Her body had felt like it was on fire before, aching for him.
Jace chuckled softly, helping her adjust her clothes after he had, then picked her up so that her legs were wrapped around his waist, her head resting on his shoulder like before. "Me too," he agreed, unable to stop smiling or think past the swelling feeling of love in his chest.
"Hey guys we have to—whoa!" Isabelle stood in the door way, her eyes wide on Clary. "Your make up is smudged! Your hair is a mess!" The girl breathed in exasperation, huffing. "And you're not wearing the heels! What—oh…" realization split across her face.
"What is it, Isabelle?" Jace asked, turning around to face her so that Clary's now sleeping face wasn't visible.
"We have to go. Magnus said that those things spawn like crazy and since they probably didn't get what they came for," Izzy looked at Clary's back, "that they'll be back."
Jace frowned, "You think they came for Clary?"
"She was the one they attacked," Isabelle said, raising her dark eyebrows at him. "Are you questioning Magnus? Do I look like him? Just hurry up and we'll get out of her. Magnus made a portal."
Nodding, Jace walked forward and into the loud music, Clary sleeping soundly against him. Morning after pill, he reminded himself, hoping he wouldn't forget. He might, considering that there were evil gremlins with sharp teeth that had what, tried to kidnap her earlier?
Did they know about the rune? Or was this something else? He was going to find out, whatever it took.
He had to keep her safe.
A.N.: Yeah, I know I said something about an IM thing and Clary and Jace but I had started to write it and it confused me. So if it confused me, it'd confuse you. Ah, I hope you like it. If not…I'm sorry! D: The next update will be better and hopefully in a couple months since I'll have more time (: Oh and next chapter, I've been thinking will definitely have a little more funny in it...and stuff. I'll try and make it interesting. GAH, I hope this isn't crap XD