A./N. Well hey everybody! I hope you all liked the last chapter, I did. Well, I'm rather biased about it sooooo. Anyways, here's chapter seven! I hope you all like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot, the rest goes to Cassandra Clare.
Clary p.o.v.
I'm pulled from my sleep by someone drawing patterns on my back. I try and ignore them but the tickling sensation they're creating won't let me sleep.
I'm also very warm, which isn't usual when I wake up, I'm usually cold.
I start to stir and the hand that was drawing the shapes stills, then resumes when I relax.
I open my eyes to see Jace looking intently at me. His arm stops drawing and curls around me protectively when I move closer to him.
"Hi." I say to him.
"Hi." He says back, smiling.
He closes the rest of the distance between us and kisses me, slowly and lazily.
I let myself be absorbed by him before the events of last night come crashing back.
I couldn't sleep, I came in here, and we made out, and then fell asleep.
I breathe out a sigh of relief when I realized nothing too big happened.
My heart rate quickens when I think about the night.
Finally letting go of all the emotions I had kept inside, it was amazing.
Jace breaks the kiss off, and is about to say something when I stop him by kissing him. I don't want this moment to end, not ever. I don't want to go back to regular life, to the pain, and guilt it ensues. The profound want to just be with himkeeping me from thinking about anything else.
He relaxes immediately, and rolls me onto my back so he's over me. He deepens the kiss, and I wrap my legs around his waist, bringing him closer. He breaks off and starts kissing my neck when Izzy barges in.
"AGH MY EYES!" She yells, swiftly covering her face.
Jace flips onto his back, his face going red. Is he blushing? Since when does Jace blush?
I know of course my face is just as red, most likely worse.
"Izzy!" Jace hisses. "What are you doing!? Have you never heard of knocking?!"
"Well I didn't expect you two to be making babies with the door unlocked!" She says back.
I cut in before Jace replies. "We were not making babies! Nothing of that sort was or had been happening!"
"Oh." She replies. "While I can still pretend I saw nothing I was going to invite Clary to go shopping at noon."
"Well what time is it now?" I ask.
"Ten o'clock. You are to be downstairs and ready to go at eleven fifty five precisely! Or I will come and drag you myself." She says with a nod.
"Well I don't really have a choice, do I?" I say defeated.
"Nope! Now, I'll leave you two love birds alone, so you can finish what you've started." She says with a wink before closing the door.
I sigh and fall back onto the bed, my hands covering my face.
I'm aware of Jace mumbling something before he turns his attention back to me, prying my hands off my face.
"Come on, Clary. It could have been worse. Alec could have found us." Jace says.
"And how would that have been worse?" I reply.
"Ummmmm….." He searches for an answer.
"Exactly." I say.
I look over him, remembering that picture on his night stand.
"Jace, who are those people in the picture?" I ask him.
His face changes, he recovers quickly, but not quickly enough.
"That's my parents." He says quietly. "They died when I was ten. Fire."
"I'm so sorry Jace." I say, tears prickling my eyes from my own memories of fire. I caress his cheek and he leans his face into my hand.
"It's fine, it happened years ago." He says, looking away from me. I let my hand drop.
He's acting like he's alright, but I know he's not. I can see the pain in him.
"No, it's not. Trust me, I know." I say to him.
He looks at me, a question he doesn't need to say aloud in his eyes.
"Before I moved here, we lived in Los Angeles. My parents, me, and my brother, Jonathan." I don't look at him, even though I can feel him staring at me.
"I didn't know you had a brother." He says, quietly.
"I did have a brother. There was a fire. Our whole house burned down, my brother was trapped inside." I say, the tears I was fighting starting to escape.
I finally look at him, expecting anything but what I saw.
There was kindness, and empathy. He just reached up and brushed away the tears, running his thumb across my cheek.
Once I started I couldn't stop. All the terrors that had haunted me for years. I told him about the fire, and my fear of guns. He never acted like I was a baby; he just sat, listening to all of it. And after I had finished, he just took me in his arms and held me, letting me cry into his chest. His warmth and steady heart eventually calming me.
He stroked my hair gently, soothing me back to normal.
I knew I must look a mess, but he didn't care, or acted like he didn't.
I looked up at him, into his face. A person who for so long had been mean to me. And now there was this guy, who didn't insult me, or call me names, he just was.
"What happened to you?" I ask incredulously.
"I don't really know myself. I had been fighting what I've felt for you, and when you came in here last night, I just stopped. Stopped fighting and let myself feel for once." He says softly, looking into my eyes.
I reach up and caress his face, still not really believing how different he is. Running my hand through his soft locks.
"You didn't deserve what happened to your parents." I say.
"Like I said, it it's fine, it happened years ago." He says firmly.
"Losing both your parents, at once, and while you're ten, isn't fine." I say just as firmly back to him.
"I let what I was feeling out to you, now you do the same."
"I-I can't." He says, looking away.
"Yes you can, and you will." I bring my hand up and turn his face so he's looking at me again.
I check the clock and mentally curse Izzy, 11:25. I need at least fifteen minutes to get ready, which would leave me with only fifteen minutes left.
I sigh, and then say, "Okay, you won't be telling me now. But when I get back, you are telling me." I say to him.
He sighs as well, and then agrees.
I smile and him and get up, though I don't want to leave the warmth of his embrace.
"You're forgetting something." Jace says.
I look back at him and he's waggling his eyebrows, a cheeky grin plastered on his face.
"Oh, just because we've kissed means you get one every time I leave?" I ask him.
"That is exactly what it means." He says matter of factly.
I roll my eyes and peck him quickly on the lips, dodging him and he tries to pull me back to him.
I look over my shoulder one last time at him before I leave. Jace is sitting there, smiling like a naughty school boy.
I roll my eyes again and head over to the guest room.
When I get in there I immediately go to the bathroom and turn on the shower, not even looking at the mirror.
After I turn it on, I strip and get in, not caring if it had warmed up or not.
Bad idea, I jump back from the icy cold spray, and wait until it's a proper temperature.
Even now my thoughts turn to Jace. I smile and shake my head and start showering.
Jace p.o.v.
I can't help the smile that invades my face. I haven't been as happy as I have been with Clary in a long time.
I don't know what made her come into my room last night, but I'm thankful none the less. If she hadn't come and lie down, I would never have kissed her. It wouldn't have mattered if she even came in, the fact that she came to my room was enough for me.
And now, I really don't know what we are. We aren't dating, but we aren't not dating.
I still can't stop smiling all the way to the kitchen, where I smell something cooking.
My smile drops when I see Isabelle, instantly turning into a scowl.
She just grins at me, full well knowing I'm still mad at her, but not caring.
I also notice that Rat-boy left, he must've snuck out sometime this morning.
I walk over and grab some food, not knowing who's cooking, also not really caring.
"Soooo, Jace." Izzy starts.
"Ohhhh no, don't even start Izzy." I quickly snap back.
"What? I was just going to ask if you slept alright." She asks innocently, putting extra emphasis on the slept.
I just glare at her and go over to sit at the table. As far from her as I can get.
I quickly changed the topic, successfully taking Izzy's focus away from Clary and I, until the object of my affection herself walks through the door.
A./N. Hey guys! Hope you liked the chapter! I know it wasn't really that interesting; it was more of a filler. So I'm sorry about that. Regardless, I still hope you liked it! Rate/review/follow/favorite always!
Always,
Mari