Warning: Readers who don't like lemons, this has a little one :), you can read the first and last part though without reading any M stuff.
Clary pulled at the dress, trying to make it fit around her body as well as Isabelle's fit on her. It was floor length, black and basically transparent. The only places where the material was opaque was on her torso, like a one-piece bathing suit. It stretched to fit her thighs and encase her like she was a sausage.
Ew
"Isabelle...I look like a sausage." she said. Isabelle appeared in the doorway to her en suite. She smirked and raised an eyebrow, glancing over the redhead's body in a scrutinizing manner.
"What kind of sausages are you eating, Red? You look more like a... high priced piece of ham." Isabelle laughed and disappeared again to finish her make-up. Clary glanced at the mirror again and saw herself in a different way, like she could maybe almost be pretty, like she was one of those confident girls who got what they wanted.
Her legs looked smooth and creamy beneath the sheer fabric of the dress, one showing due to a thin slit in the material, her body long and graceful atop her booted heels. Her hair had been tamed into a straight-as-a-pin style and her eyes looked mysterious. They were foggy. Like she was something hidden. Like she was a doll trapped in an attic that had been played with too much and was being prepped to be sold and painted over to be made pretty again, even though she never truly would b-
"Red," Isabelle snapped her into reality. She was at the door looking impatient. "Let's go..." She walked out the door as Clary nodded and started to follow her. When they got into the foyer Jace unlatched himself from his lounging position on the wall with an exasperated sigh.
"You took forever, Iz." Clary was surprised to feel an intense disappointment when he didn't stutter or become instantly mesmerized by her appearance. In fact, the only thing he did to acknowledge her was smirk in her general direction. "Let's move, or we're going to be late. Red, we'll explain everything on the way. Though I'm sure you fit the description of bait to a T"
A smirk accompanied the asshole remark.
He actually thought she was easy.
She wasn't easy, not at all, and she'd show him.
That hurt.
"You're an asshole," she whispered to him as she passed by on their way to the car. She didn't get a reply until he was seated next to her in the backseat, Isabelle and Alec in the front, when he leaned into her neck and whispered to her. It was soft and rugged all at the same time.
It was riveting.
And all he'd said was "And you're mine."
His hand landed on her thigh as they drove, fingers looping in hot circles in the same delicious spot, starting that thrum that invaded her entire body. She was so unfocused that she barely heard any of Alec's explanation of her job at this party. She caught something about finding a man with a red tie and white blond hair, then luring him into a room. They'd follow her and...oh god...his hand moved higher. She let out a sigh and shifted her hips closer to his hand. His fingers stilled in surprise.
"What do you want, Red?" was his breathless whisper in her ear. She shivered and her back arced and she knew how much he wanted her because he was almost panting these short little puffs of air and Alec wasn't important anymore and god dammit, she didn't even know what she wanted!
"I want..." she gasped for air, quiet and intimate, as if they were the only people in the world and they had all the time in it too. "..touch me.." she whimpered. Jace chuckled seductive and low.
"Where?" she licked her lips and wished for a second that her dad had taught her more about his buisness because she didn't know where this need was coming from but she knew she wanted it satisfied. So she answered as best as she could.
"Higher" she whined breathlessly. God higher, please higher, just a little bit farther...
Focus on the mission...but all the whisper was, was a faint tolling in her mind.
"How much higher, baby? Show me." Jace sounded as he were in pain and it sent a rush of pride through her bones. She didn't know how she knew, call it instinct, but she knew it was the good kind.
Before Jace...she didn't even know there could be a good kind.
Placing her hand on his she guided it up her leg and under her dress to the point between her thighs that pulsed with this...something that she knew nothing about. She heard his breath hitch, felt him kiss the spot beneath her ear before he applied the slightest pressure on her panties and...
She felt the gasp more than commanded the intake of air. Oh god. Uhhhh godddddd. She didn't realize she was actually moaning these things so quietly only Jace could hear, but she did realize that she didn't know what to do with her hands and so she grabbed his forearm with one and placed the other on the seat beside her, withering with the intense something that was exploding beneath her skin. She moaned again, a little bit louder and he swallowed it with his other hand. Leaning to bite on her earlobe he spoke in a reprimanding tone "Shhhh, we have to be quiet." and slipped his hand underneath the lace she was wearing to cover herself.
Alec was still taking but she honestly couldn't hear anything but the soft pants Jace was making as his finger pushed on her, right there!, and she started to feel like an enormous wave was rising inside of her soul. Her mouth was stuck in a little 'o' shape as his fingers circled and dipped and oh god why did she ever not want this. The tide inside of her pulled at her stomach, the low coil that started when she first walked down the steps and then suddenly it was washing over her and she moaning long and loud and she was finally still.
When the dust settled she registered Isabelle's trying-to-look-concerned face in front of hers. "Are you okay, Red?"
"Yah." Clary exhale. "Never been better, just ah-just stepped on a nail is all."
"A nail? In a car?" That little bastard. Clary turned to Jace and glared with as much hatred and the least lust she could muster
"Yes. Nails and such usually accompany tools like yourself." Isabelle let out a snort and flipped back around so she was facing the front of the car. Clary would have snickered at the lost look on Jace's face but she was too busy recovering from the fluidity consuming her muscles.
"Jace would be hammer." Isabelle voice floated back to her.
"Nah, he'd be a drill," Alec argued. "'Cause he really needs to just screw off."
Isabelle giggled a Jace kicked the driver seat, hard, with his capable legs.
Remember the mission, your mother, the killers will probably be there ...
Stop think about his legs!
Very capable legs. Strong legs. That'd be able to lift her up and-
"Red would be the hammer, if anything." Isabelle started to argue and Clary tuned into their conversation as Alec cut in.
"No she'd be a drum, because Jace wants to bang her." Jace looked over with a knowing smile and locked gazes with Clary. In that moment she felt alive, energized, euphoric. And then jace slipped his finger into his mouth and licked it clean and she was just really, really hot.
And then he mouthed 'Oh I will' and she was really really angry. And excited. And god, why was it so confusing, she just wanted to...to...to kill something god dammit.
Isabelle leaned back again and handed her a gun, which she paced in her boot. as they pulled onto the side of the road, the building beside them pulsing with music and light. When the group emerged from the car all Clary saw was the line winding around the corner and she started feeling overwhelmed, however when Isabelle walked over to the bouncer with a swish to her hips, Clary did her best imitation.
Funny how knowing a burly old man wanted you enough to let you into a club boosted confidence.
Inside she immediately started looking for white hair, and found the man sitting on a gleaming throne looking an awful lot like her father. She felt someone bow towards her and the next moment she felt Jace's breath on her neck. "That is not the man you want to kill," he said, "That man is entirely off of your Kill List, understand?"
Clary nodded and threw a glance at him over her shoulder. In the ark atmosphere he gleamed like a fallen angle, his eyes dark with mischief like they always were. She liked them like that, she realized abruptly. She liked the way things moved in them when he was planning something, liked the way the colour changed with his mood.
Frankly, you just like him.
Clary scoffed internally. Yah, sure.
She could still feel his fingers on her.
She tuned back into what Jace was saying when he placed his hand on her chin and moved it back to the white-haired man on the throne. "See the man beside him," Jace whispered, "With the red tie and seemingly sweet-natured but masochistically evil grin ?...that's your man." He ran a hand down her leg and she felt the cool brush of metal against her skin as he pressed down on the gun. With a kiss on her waist that burned infernally, her came back to her ear to say "Remember where that is." and then was off into the crowd to watch her from afar.
And she was so cold without the heat of his body at her back.
Kill the man, kill the killers, kill everyone goddammit!
Just STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM!
Clary swallowed and started to make her way across the room. When she got in line of sight of the throne she stopped and ducked behind the closest person. On the throne was Jonathan, the man from the last party. The victim of her intended assault was speaking to him in hushed tones and when he backed away Clary instantly recognized him.
Luke Garroway was the only man who paid for her mother's services in currency and not drugs. Clary would occasionally find a check or two on the dining room table with his name on it. He would come in and fix Clary a cup of tea, finish with her mother, come back and sign the check all before her tea had gone cold. And all in silence. Even when he was in her mother's room she never heard them make a sound. He seemed nice, the nicest one out of all the regulars that pushed her mother to suicide, and he even still he needed to die.
But he wasn't going to be baited by her, not sexually, at least she knew that.
No, she'd need to take a different approach to lure him and his nurturing ways in. Making her breathing seem labored she circled in from behind, so Jonathan wouldn't see her, and tapped on his shoulder. When he whirled around his eyes widened and she gasped. "Please!" She breathed, "Please help me, my friend went into the closest over there," she pointed to the door closest to her with a shaking finger, "And i don't think she came out!"
He blinked a few times before he rushed forward and caught her around the back. "I thought you were dead, Jocelyn! Valentine had told me..." his eyes darkened and before he could say anything else she cut him off, just by mentioning her mother she felt her blood boil. Gritting her sentance out she regained composure enough to keep the act up.
"I don't know who Jocelyn is..but-but I need your help with my friend! Please, sir!" Maybe it was her startling resemblance to her mother, or his natural empathy but he followed her into the room without hesitation. Inside she closed the door and fumbled around for the light switch. Luke found it first, and when no girl appeared when the washed out bare bulb flickered on, he whirled around to face her. The room had only a small beat up sofa to her right and a mirror to her left, and the whirling distracted her for a moment. When she recovered however, Clary pulled out her gun and aimed. Snaking her arm behind her back she locked the door...she didn't need Jace's help.
This was her kill.
Hershershersherhers...
"I always wondered about about you Luke Garroway, " she drawled and watched in amusement as her identity dawned on her. "Always so caring...so quick...so quiet."
"Your Jocelyn's daughter..." he exclaimed. She smirked and mouthed, 'bingo', before he started to talk again, slowly inching closer to the wall. "Listen Clarissa, I never hurt your mother, I never did anything to her, in fact, I helped tend to her wounds!"
Clary laughed hysterically feeling the anger build and build and build, "I'm sure you did! You bastard!" she shook the gun at him as he reached for the waistband of his pants where she now realized a gun lay holstered. "She's dead because of you! My life was shit because that whore died!" She laughed again at the shocked look on his face and stalked closer. She ripped his gun from his waistband and threw it across the room, the pressed the gun to Luke's head and rested finger on the trigger. "What?! Did you think I actually loved her! All she was to me was a distraction from my father, and yah, maybe a mother too, but god when she was gone I became her. And I. Am. Not. A. Whore!"
With that off her chest she pulled the trigger and welcomed the ringing that buzzed in her ears. Even though the blood and brain that caked her was heavy and grotesque she felt light, like she weighed only a pound. She needed to scream that at somebody...she was just glad that now that somebody is dead so they can't mock her for her moment of weakness. With a sigh Clary realed herself back in and twisted the lock so Jace and the others could come tumbling through the doorway. She turned to look at herself in the broken mirror on the wall.
As Luke's life dripped down her face, it looked like she was crying tears of blood.
Okay, so sorry about the wait, I know I'm terrible. I honestly wish I could update more but inspirtion ust left me...I can't say it any other way. I got really obsessed with this show and it was just...chaos! Lol, anyways thank you SOOOOO much to reviewers
lindsayhonaker:you're honestly so sweet, thank you for being soo loyal to this fic,
nicci2014: I'm glad you're glad I'm back, hopefully I'll update soon again...inspiration is BACK!,
Dieselandust: Thanks so much for reading, you're so nice!,
little dhampire 13:I hope this one was worth the wait too, the keys didn't stop clicking for hours!,
LOVERGIRL: Love your reviews as always,
Arcoirizada: OMG You honest to god made my day, like...you are the sweetest person ever! Aghhhh, honestly like virtual hugs over here..., Anon:Thank you so much, I'm glad someone thinks I've actually got talent :) ,
Guest: Thanks for reviewing, but the reason Clary is so quickly and unjustifiably attached to Jace is because she's been deprived of male attention in a positive way her entire life...so this is like a new and glorious thing she doesn't want to let go,
and then...guest: you inspired me to finally update and get back to writing, thank you so much or your kind words..
Sorry for that speal, I sincerely hope you enjoyed, review if you want but keep reading! :)