Explicit sexual content, but y'all knew that already ;)

Jace watched her eat. He knows, that's pretty weird and stalker-ish, but she was beautiful and didn't eat nearly as much as she should have. Her hair, blond now though he wished it were still that signature red, fell gently over her shoulder as she plopped the last of her noodles in her mouth. Lord save him, because that mouth. Devilish most of the time, wicked in its quirks, but soft now. Pliant, and smooth, and gentle as she laughed. Jace felt a smile creep onto his own face. Her laugh was a melody, a rare concert orchestra that performed once a year, and Jace had a ticket to a front row seat. He could watch her laugh all day long-

"What do you think?" that mouth inquired, Jace snapping out of his haze to meet her brilliant eyes. "Do you want to?"

He coughed a little, moving his hand from where it had propped up his chin to rub at his neck. "Sorry I, ah, zoned out. What are we talking about?"

Alec gave him a knowing look, a small smirk on his features. "Isabelle was offering to train Clary in hand to hand and seduction, if you wanted to aid with your expertise."

Jace blushed at the enunciation. It was true that he excelled at hand to hand, and seduction as well, but there was a certain mission in which Jace had to seduce a 50 year old woman that Alec never let him forget about. Mostly because he'd embarrassed himself while trying to woo her, and she preferred to stay loyal to her wife of 30 years anyways. They ended up murdering them both later that night, as they were drug smugglers that cheated out a client, but the embarrassment still lingered.

"Yah, I'd love to." Jace turned to Clary, swiping a blond lock from in front of her eyes. It hit him suddenly how much he really missed her old hair colour. "And we'll take you out to get some new clothes tomorrow," Jace said, tucking the hair behind an ear. The guilt in him festered even more, when he thought of how long he'd let her go without helping her into some actual clothes.

Isabelle let out a noise of indignation from across the table but Jace cut her off before she could speak. "Yes, Isabelle, I would appreciate it if you could come along as well."

Isabelle smiled as she stood up. "I was worried you'd forget about me. Will Red be replacing me on all your visits to the mall now?"

Jace felt a blush rise to his cheeks and glared at Isabelle. "You like fashion?" he heard Clary exclaim from his left. He mumbled a small 'yes' before he felt her hands flutter through his hair in a gesture of affection. Her fingernails drifted across his scalp and he felt the sudden and urgent need for them to pull, hard. He wanted them running down his back, leaving marks on his skin as he kissed up her legs, wanted them yanking his hair and he slid his tongue into-

"You're adorable." Clary whispered into his ear, a grin splitting her face. Jace scoffed. Sure. Adorable. He was just thinking about eating her out until she screamed but yah, he was definitely adorable.

"I'm tired, is what I am" he sulked. It wasn't true, but he wanted to be alone with his girl, able to act out his mind's desires. Clary stood, gently tugging him on the arm. She coerced him from his chair as if he were a stubborn child, as if he wasn't already excited to be out of the kitchen. She called a soft 'goodnight' to the others while he scoffed some more about being called adorable, pretending to be more put off than he actually was. He'd show her how adorable he could be.

But then a hand ran down the back of his neck, and they were walking down the corridor to his room and she rubbed a spot in between his shoulder blades and he wanted to hug her. He wanted to hold her, to touch her, and he felt something he hadn't felt in years. Sure, he'd wanted to hold her before, but that was when he was desperate for her presence, her nearness, he wanted to keep her close and never let go. He'd wanted her kiss like he'd wanted air, like he was dying for it. But right now, in this moment, he felt...gentle. He wanted to make her feel good, to make her happy, to hold her just to feel her because he liked doing that. Gentle, but also very much comfortable.

And so he pushed her against the door and kissed her harder than ever before.

Clary wanted him to fuck her.

Actually, that was a lie. Clary wanted to fuck him.

He pushed them against the hard wood of his door, and she grasped his muscular forearms as he caged her in with his body. His mouth was hot, slanting across hers in a clashing of teeth as he kissed her fast, fast, fast. Quickly paced, his hands running down her waist and across her hips and over her chest and-

She broke away just to breathe.

Jace's mouth- Lord save her, because that mouth- slid down her throat, nipping hard at the junction of her shoulder and neck. His tongue swiped over the redness where his teeth had pulled at her skin, soothing the ache with a wet kiss. Her head fell back, knocking against the door as she panted, giving him more room to work with. His hands were calloused and rough as they slid up the skin of her stomach, the slight friction causing her core to tingle. His deft fingers slid upward, hooking beneath her bare chest and stroking the rough pads of his thumbs across her nipples, which hardened from the contact. Clary gasped as he toyed with her, his mouth coming back up so he could expertly guide their tongues into a dance. Jace rolled her nipples in his big hands, pulling carefully as Clary let out a moan, breath catching at his ministrations. But then her shirt was being pushed to her collar bones, and his mouth, warm and wet and so fucking talented was on her chest. His tongue went back to work, flicking her nipple back and forth as he pressed her into the door, her hands fisted in his hair. She loved his tongue, she loved his mouth, she loved-

"Oh fuck," she sighed as he latched onto her other nipple, her core clenching as his teeth dragged against the sensitive skin. His hips pushed against her own, his chest, legs, and hands trying to touch as much of her skin as possible. It wasn't enough, though, it would never be enough. She wanted him closer, she wanted him in her, she wanted to consume him.

Remembering they were in the hallway, Clary fumbled with the door handle pressed against her backside. They swung inside the room without warning, the couple tumbling onto the floor in a heap. Jace landed on top of Clay, moving again to kiss her as she breathlessly laughed an apology. "It's not a problem, Clary." he murmured against her mouth before kicking the door closed behind him. Enclosed in the darkness of the room, Clary slipped out of her shirt, Jace's mouth moving to suck on the skin of her stomach, her abdomen, then her hips. She giggle as he went to remove her pants, tugging them off a little less than gracefully. His smile was blindingly white in the dark, the pale moonlight igniting his hair into a white gold that took her breath away. When he'd finally yanked her pants off she pressed a foot to his chest to keep him from coming any closer. "Your shirt." she stated simply, wanting to feel his skin beneath her hands.

He smirked as he leaned against her foot, testing her strength as she kept him back from kissing her. "It's really nice, isn't it?" he asked, like the dipshit he was, trying to tease Clary. "We can stop by the store I got it from tomorrow."

Clary smiled darkly and laughed, without humor. "Your shirt. Off. Now". Her voice was almost unrecognizable, dark and husky and powerful. To Clary's surprise Jace's eyes lit up, in a lustful, dark way that said he enjoyed it when she bossed him around. God, she knew it. Off course he'd be into someone telling him what to do. He loved control, and she supposed that worked both ways;being controlled and doing the controlling. His shirt came off, and he was met with no resistance as he slid up her body to her mouth. Their chests pressed together, teasing the tips of Clary's breasts in a way that made her push her hips up, searching for his. But he feinted away, just brushing against her. His lips did the same, seductively teasing her own lips as he asked "How do you want me, Clary?"

Her breath hitched. His voice was low, rough and tonal and raspy in a way that screamed 'fuck me'. "What do you mean?" She asked, still breathless and clinging to his golden locks.

"I mean," he started, chest brushing against hers again as his hips fitted between her legs. "Do you want my tongue," he kissed her, his tongue slipping between her lips to punctuate his question. "My fingers?" at this his fingers swept down to her most sensitive area, teasingly brushing along her underwear covered clit. "Or do you want my cock?" he breathed this last option into her mouth as he ground his hard cock into the apex of her thighs. And my god, was he ever fucking hard. He was straining against the zipper of his jeans, which caught on Clary's clit as he moved his hips against her and-

"Fuck..." she whimpered, a high pitched noise catching in the back of her throat. Jace- the asshole- laughed smugly above her.

"You need to tell me, Clary. Tell me how you want me?" He moved his hips again, grinding against her, the muscles of his back and arms glinting in the moonlight. "Tell me how to please you, baby." And there was something in his statement that Clary purposefully ignored, a type of desperation and seriousness that made her apprehensive. A reminder of his words a couple days ago, 'I need you', echoed through her head. It was unsettling in the least, and thus was pushed away.

She moaned again, lightly, softly, afraid to admit how much he was affecting her. And it was hard to think but she knew she wanted all of it, his fingers and cock and tongue. But if she had to pick one, if she had to choose, then obviously it'd be "You're tongue." she gasped almost feverishly, and Jace stilled above her, smiling curiously.

"My tongue?" he asked, leaning down to look into her eyes. His pupils were blown wide to cover most of his iris, and a glaze of lust has overcome them.

"Yes." she breathed, "I want your tongue on me." Just the thought of it made her squirm, quite noticeably. Jace noticed at least, grinning mischievously.

"You want my tongue on you, Clary? You want my head" he leaned in to bite her ear, his seductive words tantalizing her ears as his lips brushed against her ear lobe. "In between your legs? You want me on my knees for you? You wanna be in control, because babe I'll give you that. Anything you want." He was grinding into her now, his hard, clothed cock brushing against her in a way that made her throw her head back and moan. And the way those sinful words fell from his lips; she felt her pulse beat faster. "Yeah," he sighed, smiling a smile only lust could bring, satisfied at the obvious pleasure his words inflicted. Satisfied and a little wondrous too. Eager to explore. "Yeah you like that? You like my cock pressing against you, babe. You like the thought of my mouth on you, sucking at your clit- Fuck," he whimpered at the catch of their hips. " I'll do anything, you understand?" He was grinding harder now, faster against her clit and oh my god she was going to come just from this, just from his words and that teasing friction of his jeans against her panties. "I'll do anything to make you feel good." He would do anything for her, for her, and she could just imagine him on his knees, her hands fisted in his hair as she controlled where he kissed her, how he fucked her, and then his rough hands on her as he finally took control, burying himself in her from behind- fuck, fuck, she was going to come, she was coming, she was-she-

"Jace!" She cried out, clutching at his hair as he ground into her, her body tightening around him with orgasm. A red blush tinted her cheeks as she relaxed, Jace grinding softly on top of her to encourage her post-orgasmic shivers. She certainly wasn't satisfied, not completely, not when she knew what else he could do to her, but the fact that she came just from humping against him, like-

like a bitch in heat

Clary shook her head, squeezed her eyes closed. The Voice wasn't real, it was only Clary, it was her own mind and the Voice was no longer something that could torment her. When she opened her eyes again, Jace's gazed into her own with wonder and concern. It made her feel valued, wanted, and she didn't know how to accept that yet. "Why do you look at me like that?" she asked.

"Like what?" he moved against her gently again, not wanting to completely ruin the mood with actual conversation, she guessed.

"Like that. Like you care."

"I'm just curious," Jace quickly, if not too quickly, insisted. She knew he didn't care, not really. Clary had already established that Jace would never and had never had romantic feelings for her, that this was all just a deal; and sex a bonus. But that didn't make the re-realization of it any sweeter. "I'm curious," Jace continued, surprising the girl beneath him. Jace wasn't usually the emotional type to talk about his feelings, exception being when she'd left without warning and worried him about being found by the cops. But those emotions; the anger, betrayal, and sadness, were justified. Because if she got arrested, so would he. Because his life and job was constantly on the line to help her. But any other emotion when it came to whatever their relationship was, Jace avoided completely. And Clary herself wasn't any better in that department. "I'm curious about what the fuck goes on in that head of yours, Clary. I wonder about what your thinking, what makes you draw away from reality and into your mind at times. I wonder- and sometimes I- I just..." Jace didn't continue, and the unfinished statement would keep Clary up into the night countless times in the next few months. But he just kissed her again, foregoing emotions and molding his lips against her. They slid down her neck, repeating the routine Jace now knew would get Clary breathless. A nip at her neck, then a swipe of his tongue, the rolling of her nipples between his teeth and the slow descent of his lips across her abdomen. She was wanting him again by the time he reached the waistband of her panties.

"Someone requested my tongue," he smirked as he tugged off her panties. Clary was no longer shy around him, spreading her legs so he could fit his head between them. He didn't jump right in though, teasing her with kisses along her thighs, nipping at the lips of her pussy. He spread her open before him, thumbs separating her folds so he could appreciate her. And though it was embarrassing, and the Voice would never have let Clary be so vulnerable and pliable in his hands, Clary found his attention arousing. He was always so intense with her, she found, always so attentive to her actions. And to be the subject of his attentions in this way was-

He dragged a thumb along her slit and Clary's train of thought was thrown off its tracks, a shudder sliding up her spine. Her back was arched, her fingers grasping at the carpet on the floor, Jesus they were still on the goddamn floor. The rough pad of his thumb stroked her still sensitive clit for just a moment, dipping back down to run along the length of her again. "Jesus, Clary," Jace groaned in an almost sigh-like fashion. "You're so fucking wet."

She whined a high pitch sound as he sank the very tip of his finger teasingly inside her, pulling it out to run a light circle on her clit. "Is this all from me, baby?" Jace's voice had also risen an octave, breathless and needy, obviously turned on by her love of his ministrations. "You're this wet for me?"

She managed a sound in the back of her throat, a little whine of confirmation, before his tongue replaced his fingers. He was so fucking talented with his tongue, trapping her clit between his lips and flicking with his tongue. She was instantly alive, a wire run hot with electrical current, hips snapping toward his face only to be barred by his muscular forearms. And she was so vulnerable, so completely at his mercy as he sucked on her clit, that she was coming apart beneath him. He sucked her clit into her mouth before moving his tongue down inside her, then up, then everywhere- he was everywhere. And the hottest part may not have been his actual skill (though Clary assumed he was highly skilled in the art of sex), but his absolute eagerness and enthusiasm. Clary felt worshiped by the flicker of his tongue, by the tugging at her pink nipples, by his encouraging moans. She balanced herself on her elbows, trying to get a better view of his golden head in between her thighs. But she wasn't prepared for that sight, his curls moving as he eagerly lapped at her pussy, his big hands gripping into her hips. She let out a soft "Fuck," in between her moans. His hips were gyrating, mimicking the movements he made with his tongue and, holy fucking shit, he was getting off on this, on eating her out. He wanted her, and that feeling was as intoxicating. She let out a high whine resembling his name, just a sweet, almost pained "Jace" and saw his hips buck into the floor. He snarled against her, chin moving against her as his lips slid against her skin. He kept groaning, unintelligibly at first, but then Clary managed to make out the words "Come for me," being groaned against her and she couldn't help herself; she exploded into bliss.

She could feel her legs shaking slightly as she came down from her high, one of Jace's hands coming down to circle her clit softly and stroke her thigh. He worked her past her sensitivity, gently massaging her as he sucked at her neck. "You did a good job, baby" he said to her, his free hand coming up to cradle her cheek against his forehead. And she laughed, because how could she not. Like she had done any of the work in the past half hour. "What?" he chuckled as he looked up from the hickie he was creating on the column of her neck. His golden eyes were beautiful, he was beautiful, especially with her own wetness glistening on his lower face. He wore it unabashedly. She loved that.

"Nothing." she sighed, her adoration for him pooling in her heart. She really like him, she could admit that. She appreciated him. And by the way he smiled and continued to suck at her neck, fingers playing with her wet pussy and erection pressed against her thigh, he appreciated her too. She started at the fact that his jeans were still completely on his body, reaching to unbutton them and pull them down. Jace took over however, standing up to tug everything off before lifting her from her spot on the floor. Clary giggled, giggled, as he flopped her onto the bed. She was so boneless from her last orgasm that she could barely walk, so when Jace leaned down on top of her she pulled him close with a kiss. She cold taste herself on his tongue, but didn't mind it at all. She reached down, tugging at his erection a few times before going to place it inside of her- until Jace stopped her.

"Wait a minute," he said, flying from the bed in a hurry. Clary felt a sting of rejection for a moment, the coolness of the air settling over top of her in place of Jace's warmth. But then he bounced back over top of her, and ripped open a new box of condoms. Clary laughed again, warmth creeping back into her skin as he chucked the box to the side and rolled a condom with a sigh. He leaned back down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Gentle. Too gentle. "Sorry if that killed the mood" he said, his fingers going to work on her clit again to make up for the wait.

Clary surprised herself when she pressed an amused kiss to his cheek. "Not at all."

He leaned in to kiss her again, his tongue dirty and rough as it dominated her mouth. And the mood wasn't lost at all, because he was sliding his magnificent cock on top of her, the head nudging her clit in he most tantalizing way, and she was still so wet for him, only him. Clary had enough teasing, reaching down to push the tip of his cock against her entrance. He chuckled as he caught on, pulling her hands away and fixing them above her buried just the tip of himself in her, pulling out and repeating the action as he whispered in her ear "I'll tease as much as I'd like"

She groaned as he slid out of her, his kiss consuming her mouth as his cock resumed its sliding tease. And she was settling into the bed, trying to get comfortable and wait out his teasing when he plunged into her. She let out a small yelp in surprise, then a groan in pleasure at the blissful fullness of his cock inside her. He was so thick, so perfectly curved, so amazing. And he seemed to enjoy the feeling of her too, as his head dropped into the crook of her shoulder with a satisfied sigh. He started to move, slowly as he always did, pressing wet hot kisses to her shoulders. She moved one of her hands from above her to draw her nails against her shoulders, earning her the buck of his hips and the catch of his breath. She reached down with both hands, sliding her nails hard against his skin as he shuddered, bucking harder and faster into her. She moved her hips with his, not thinking about her own pleasure but rather his, pressing her mouth to the place where his neck met his shoulder blades. And she sucked on the golden skin there, transfixed on the way his muscles moved under his skin. Mesmerized by his skin itself, peppered with little brown beauty marks from the sun. He was beautiful, and he was inside her, and he was groaning into her shoulder as he pressed bruises into her hips with his strong hands. She had an out of body moment where she was filled with appreciation for him, that he existed, that he was in her life, before the feeling of his hand on her clit pulled her back. She dropped back from her spot on his neck to look into his face.

His golden eyes were so intense as they stared into her, his forehead pressed against hers as he kept fucking her in a desperate fashion. "I know it's been a lot, Clary" he cut himself off with a groan as he moved especially deep inside her. "But I need you to come one more time, okay? Just one more time for me," at that he lifted her leg on his shoulder, angling his thrust so that he hit that spot deep inside her that made her shudder. She cried out, a little helpless.

"I can't," she gasped, "I don't think I can- ah!" his hand dropped to flick against her, his thrusts slick as he fucked into her. And it was dirty and wet and rough and Clary loved it, she loved it so much. She was already so sensitive, so worked up from his constant attention that it didn't take much for her to come around him, squeezing his cock tight between her walls. He groaned, loud and broken and rough, and came as well. He shuddered, a sigh sounding like 'thank you' reverberating against her shoulder as he dropped on top of her.

She didn't mind the weight, stroking his back as he came down from the high. "Good job, Jace" she said teasingly, repeating his line from earlier. He smiled smugly against her, teeth glinting white in the light.

"Thanks, blondie. I try"

They had been laying in the bed for hours, the moon progressing along its track on the sky as they fiddled with each other hair, traced patterns on each other skins, soaked up each others warmth. They were talking, and though they'd never found communication particularly difficult, this kind of conversation was so rare- yet not unwelcome. Clary laughed as Jace continued with one of the stories he was telling.

"-and then Alec comes out of the bathroom, with literal brain on his arms and he just smirks- the little shit-" Jace breaks off to a wheezing sort of chuckle, the sound ungracefully torn from his lungs, and that unabashed laughter was one of her favourite things ever, she thought. Maybe it would always be. "-and he just- he looks at me and says, 'I think he needs a Tylenol'-" and now Jace has tears streaming down his face, and even though she doesn't think it's that funny a joke Clary chuckled along with him. Mostly she laughed because he was, and Jace's laughter would always inspire her own, would always infect her lungs. "Do you- do you get it? Cause the dude's brain was totally wiped out, and Tylenol- and it was Alec, Alec who is always so serious!" Jace rambles on and I stroke his hair from where it tickles against my chest. he's laid Clary strokes his hair from where it's fallen across his forehead.

"I like Alec," she said softly, as Jace calms down. A smile still lingered on her face, tugging cheeks upwards and curving lips.

"I'm glad," Jace sighs. "He's my best friend, Clary. I want you two to get along."

"I don't think he liked me at first," she lets the words slip out, though she doesn't want to press. It never bothered her before, but now that the Voice was gone and Clary was allowed to care, well she found she did.

And that wasn't a bad thing. It wasn't.

"I think he doesn't like getting attached, not to the girls I bring around. They rarely ever stayed long." Jace started. Clary found a small sting in her heart ignited, a spark of jealousy. Those girls he brought around. They probably didn't fight the voices in their heads, and they probably weren't on a path of vengeance to enact justice against their fucked up life. They probably weren't using Jace as blatantly as Clary was-

Nope. She wouldn't be thinking of that right now. It was a good moment. Plus, Jace was using her too. That was the deal.

"I wish I knew what that was like," she said instead, twirling her fingers aimlessly through Jace's hair. "To have a best friend." Jace just nodded, a squeeze of his hand on her hip the only sign of pity or reassurance- thank god. He was listening to her, just listening. And so she talked more than she probably should have. "I feel sad sometimes. That I never got those things, that I had to deal with all that shit." She was staring at Jace, but she saw something else, something far away, a kitchen splattered with blood, the anger filled black eyes of a man with no outlet, the cries of her mother. "I-I used to pretend. That I had friends. That there were invisible people that lived in only my room, so my fat- so Valentine could never find them." A small smile lilted on her face. "I loved them. Sometimes, I think I loved them more than myself. I think they existed more than I did."

"Tell me about them," was his only response. Clary snapped back out of her recollection, her eyes meeting his. They were honest and gold, those eyes of his, and right now he was sad for her, but curious. That made her happy. That he was curious.

"There was a girl my age," she started. "Her name was Maureen. She always wore these big frilly dresses like a princess, but she was just playing make believe." Clary smiled sadly. "I imagined her to be poor too, when I was young I didn't really know there was a different way to live. But her parents loved her. That was the difference, and for all her birthdays and holidays she got princess dresses. And she would be happy, all the time happy, and she made me happy. I used to pretend she was playing dolls with me, instead of being alone. When my mom stopped comforting me, Maureen did- er I pretended she did. And she loved the supernatural, like really loved that shit."

Jace smiled. "She sounds every bit as eccentric as you." Clary was shocked from that, not knowing if Jace saw some eccentricity in her she was too insecure to see herself, or if they really just didn't know each other. In fact, they'd only known each other for a few weesk or so. Their bond may have been forged in blood and passion, and so it was strong, but they really knew nothing about one another. Nothing small. Nothing unessential.

"My favourite colour is white." Clary blurted out, startling Jace a little with the change of subject. She was determined to know him. She should know him, as a partner in crime and sex, and well, she wanted to know. "I like it because it's the colour of potential. You can make white into anything."

Jace arched an eyebrow at thee sudden change of the subject. But then he smiled, a small gentle smile of glass that Clary knew was rare, that was let out only in these moments. "Silver." he said.

"Why?"

"Because on all the best nights of my life, the moon has been silver." Of course he was dramatic enough to select a favourite colour from that, not that she could complain. Her reasoning was just as obnoxious. That's why they got along.

"I've always wanted to try flavored pancakes." she said, and his chuckle carried into the night. Clary didn't know when they finally fell asleep, but she knew she had a smile on her face when she did.

And for some inexplicable reason, that terrified her.

For those who love the dark violent parts of this story, don't worry, this sweet romantic stuff is here for a reason and it's not because I've forgotten the tone of the story lol. Thanks for reading! I know thiis was actually 3 k words of smut, but I hope you guys liked it!