Disclaimer: I don't own any of it, sadly, Cassandra Clare does.
You are absolutely right Theateroftragedy, a second chapter was needed. So I forgo sleep and present this to you, and everyone else who's reading or following this.
Jace decided that after they had kissed and cuddled long enough to slow their heart rates that it was time for a shower.
"As much as I love having your scent all over me, I don't think you're going to want to have blood stains on your thighs," Jace pointed out to Clary's horror.
She hadn't even noticed the blood during their love making, but now it seemed so obvious that she had to look away from Jace to keep herself from running away. When she said nothing, Jace moved to wrap his arms around her. "Hey," he whispered, "there's nothing to be shy about now. I've seen you covered in much more blood than this. Don't worry, we can shower together." Jace gave her such a wicked smile that Clary couldn't help but let him drag her off the bed and into the shower.
It was innocent enough to begin with. Jace gave Clary her space to wash off the remains of her blood before stepping in behind her in the shower. That was where the innocence ended.
Wrapping his arms around her tiny waist, Clary suddenly felt goose bumps erupt all over her sensitive skin. The combination of Jace's hot breath on her neck and the water running over her bare flesh was enough to start the warmth between her legs again—that and the fact that Jace was still obviously very aroused.
Slowly, Jace began to rub small circles on her flat stomach. His fingers barely brushed her skin, but it was enough to keep her thoughts completely on Jace's every movement. She could feel it when he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, when his chin came to rest on her right shoulder, and when his hands moved upwards toward her breasts.
He handled them carefully, almost as if he were sizing them up in his hands, figuring the best way to hold them to please them both. Clary's nipples hardened immediately and she moved boldly, covering his hands with hers, making him squeeze her harder. They both let out a moan of pleasure.
Needing something else to do with her hands while Jace thoroughly felt her breasts up, Clary optioned to release some of the pressure building up between her legs. She placed a tentative hand on her heated bundle and experimentally moved her fingers against it. It felt good to her, but it was nothing compared to Jace.
Clary was going to demand that Jace taker her then and there, but the words fell short when he reached over her shoulder and grabbed the bar of soap. Letting go of her waist, Clary let out a small cry of frustration.
"What?" Jace asked innocently. "A man has to be clean."
Clary turned around to face him, her fiery hair whipping around her shoulders in the process. "You're teasing me," she fumed. "That's hardly fair."
Jace shrugged his shoulders, but continued to soap up his skin. Clary couldn't help but watch in fascination as he washed the remains of their previous romp off. She also couldn't help but look at his erection with a mixture of awe and astonishment. How had it fit? She mused over the thought for a moment, feeling the ever familiar flush in her cheeks return.
"You're blushing again, Clary." Jace had at some point stopped with the soap and chosen to watch Clary size him up. Clary met his eyes slowly. Jace was smiling widely, obviously pleased with himself. "I take it you like what I have to offer."
She couldn't help herself from swatting his chest rather forcefully, leaving a bright red mark. "You are completely ruining my mood Jace," Clary fussed. "Here I am, turned on, and you have the nerve to tease me."
Jace looked offended. "Do you not like a little foreplay? Would you rather I just take you whenever I'm ready?" He shoved past her, lightly, and rinsed off his body. When he seemed cleansed, he turned the water off abruptly, yanked the curtain away and pulled a towel around his naked torso, before leaving Clary naked and dripping wet alone in the bathroom.
She stood very still, unable to contemplate how something to steamy went sour so fast. Frustration welled inside her and she still felt the heat coursing through her lower body, begging for some form of release. Clary really didn't want to do it herself, and despite Jace's outburst she still wanted him.
"Jace!" she called out loudly.
Nothing.
Clary stepped out of the shower, wrapped herself in a towel, and went into the bedroom. Jace was in the room wearing his pyjama bottoms, standing very still at the foot of his bed. There was a blank look upon his usually animated features and Clary followed his gaze. She felt herself stiffen, much the same as Jace. Having only used white for his bedspread, it was clear to see what was left on the covers. For once in her life, Clary did not blush.
"Do you know how many times I'd imagined the first time we'd make love?" Jace asked out of the blue. "I never did picture the aftermath of the sheets. Funny," he spoke with little inflection.
Clary walked over to him and put her hand on his shoulder lightly. Jace still stood still, returning to silence. Figuring he would stare at the sheets all night, Clary took the initiative and pulled the top blanket off the small bed, throwing it in the open doorway to the bathroom. She briefly mused over the fact that they somehow fit quite comfortably on the bed together, and a small smile found its way onto her lips. She couldn't help but giggle, the absurdity of their situation was quite strange. Jace shot a sideways glance at Clary, clearly missing the humour of the situation.
"Is there an inside joke you'd like to share?"
"Not really," Clary replied only when her giggle subsided. She still smiled. "We've just taken a serious step in our relationship and only minutes afterwards we're fighting like we usually do."
Jace turned to look at her properly, the ghost of a smile on his lips. "Perhaps hot make-up sex is the solution we've been looking for all this time?"
"Perhaps," Clary indulged him. She moved to stand in front of him, placing her arms around his back and her hands onto his shoulders. Jace put his hands in her long curls, kissing the top of her head. They stood together for a short moment, enjoying each other's embrace. Jace broke off first, but took hold of her hand. Clary let him lead her out of his room, curious as to where he was leading her.
Jace stopped in front of Isabelle's room, oddly enough, confusing Clary to no end. He must have known that she would not understand, so he pulled her into the room and over to the closet. The doors were open and as usual the room looked like a tsunami had hit it recently—clothes lay discarded on every surface. Jac let go of her hand to quickly dig through the clothes in the closet, and pulled her hand back into his when he found what he was looking for. It was a simple black nightgown, with spaghetti straps and silky fabric.
"How on earth did you know this was in here?"
"I bought it."
"What. The. Fuck." Clary let go of his hand, shocked that he would buy such a thing, and also a bit appalled that it ended up in Isabelle's closet.
Jace had to back pedal so quickly that his explanation came out rather fast. "I was with Izzy, you know how she gets shopping, and one minute we're looking at t-shirts and the next thing we're in this lingerie shop," Jace threw his arms out wide, as if demonstrating the absurdity of the situation. "She pulled this off the rack," he fingered the soft material in his hands, "and made me buy it for you. I had it under my bed for months, and Isabelle found it one day and claimed that if I wasn't going to man up and give it to you, then she would find a way to get it to you. She's had it ever since, she must have forgotten about it—thankfully."
Clary eyed Jace, looking for any untruth in his face. But Jace never lied for any reason, he must have been telling the truth. She sighed. Jace smiled, happy with her acceptance. "All right, I'll put it on, now that I know what you went through for it."
Jace quickly pulled the towel off Clary and pulled the nightgown over her head before she could protest—not without brushing his fingers teasingly down her sides as he led the fabric down over her slender hips. The fabric was as soft as it looked, and the dress itself fit quite comfortably, hugging her body in the right places, making her look curvier than normal. "Won't Isabelle notice the towel?" Clary asked.
"Have you looked at her room? There are at least three others in here. No, she won't notice."
Clary decided his answer was right, Isabelle wouldn't notice. Even if she did, Clary could say she used her shower and forgot to pick it up, or something.
Or something.
Jace seemed to be on a mission, and pulled her back out of the other girl's room. It didn't take long for Clary to realise where they were going. Within minutes they were up on the roof, entering the greenhouse. Jace walked with a quick pace, pulling Clary along with him. She barely noticed the Midnight Flower, its silvery petals already covering the floor beneath it. The greenhouse seemed less full, without all of the plants that Hodge had cared for. Without him, there were only the odd plants on tables, like carrots or tomatoes, and the odd flower.
Clary didn't want to think about the past, though, so she focused her attention on Jace. He was still shirtless. Clary admired his strong, broad shoulders, the muscles well defined, and his skin covered in small white scars. He had grown a bit taller from when she first met him, and had definitely filled out to his full potential. Gone were the boyish looks, and in front of her stood a man. She wondered if she looked much older.
Clary glanced down at her small chest. It hadn't filled out much more over the years, but she still felt more feminine. Her muscled had been sculpted and toned, much like Isabelle's, so she seemed more fit. Her hips had widened fractionally, giving her a bit more sway in her walk, but that had been the extent. She kept her hair long, despite it getting in the way all the time, because Jace had mentioned how much he loved running his fingers through it.
Jace stopped so suddenly that Clary ran into him. He held out his arm to keep her from falling over and somehow she was wrapped up in his arms, her lips against his once more. His lips were stiff, and Clary was flooded with déjà vu, remembering their first kiss and how accidental it had seemed to her.
This time, when he relaxed and began to actually kiss her, there was no bird to interrupt them. They stood further apart than Clary liked, and she grabbed hold of Jace's pyjama bottoms to pull his body flush with hers. It was Jace's turn to moan into her mouth and Clary opened hers, inviting his tongue and all its wickedness to play with her own.
Jace's hands moved from Clary's shoulders to her lower back, then to her butt, squeezing it firmly. She replied by hooking her right leg around his hip, grinding herself into him. It was only moments later and Clary could feel Jace's arousal straining against his bottoms. Without thinking, she slipped one of her hands down below his waist line and wrapped her hand around Jace. His cock twitched in her hand and she could feel a warm liquid seep from the tip.
Excitement flooded Clary, making her instantly wet, knowing she could gain such a rise from Jace so quickly. She pulled her hand out of his pants—much to his detest—and walked them back against the table behind her. Jace got the point and lifted Clary easily up and onto the cold surface, raising her nightgown enough to expose her hot centre to the cool air. The feeling was unbelievable, and Clary groaned rather loudly. She spread her legs enough to let Jace stand between them, and captured his mouth in hers once again.
Where their first kiss in the greenhouse had been sweet and exciting, this kiss was passionate and raw. They weren't being gentle with each other this time—Clary running her fingers heavily down Jace's back, Jace gripping Clary's hips with bruising force. They couldn't get enough of each other, clawing and gripping at each other, knowing they were leaving marks. It all seemed more erotic and Clary could feel her centre straining for release.
Jace sensed her urgency, and without bothering to pull her gown off, her pulled his own pants down over his erection and pulled Clary onto him. They both moaned in unison, satisfied. Clary could feel the sting of her tight walls still, but pushed the pain aside, willing herself to only enjoy the pleasures Jace was bringing her. She wrapped both her legs around his torso, her arms loosely hanging over his shoulders. Jace responded by gripping her hips again.
Clary dropped hot kisses all over Jace's neck and shoulder murmuring his name softly as he rocked inside her. "More Jace," she managed to whisper in his ear. "Go harder."
"Clary," he moaned loudly, erotically, sending another heat wave down in between Clary's legs.
She moved her arms downwards, stopping when he hands reached his partially naked ass. Clary returned the favour by squeezing his tight muscles several times. Jace leaned down and kissed her shoulder, picking up his pace inside her. Then, without warning, he bit into her shoulder, causing Clary to yelp loudly. She looked at Jace and only saw his devilish grin, his one chipped tooth capturing her attention for a moment. She kissed his mouth in response, biting lightly on his bottom lip.
If they could go at it all night, just as they were, Clary wouldn't have complained. But the force that Jace was slamming into her now was bringing on an orgasm so fast that she had only minutes before the tension would be too much. She began to rub her own sensitive nub, needing the release soon. Jace grabbed a hold of one of her breasts, helping her along.
She screamed his name loudly as her orgasm ripped through her tiny body. Waves of pleasure heated her skin further, plastering her in sweat. The contractions within her body spurred on Jace, still not at his peak, and made him pump into her further.
Clary grabbed the base of his member, pumping what couldn't fit inside her. Jace came just as loudly as she did, collapsing on top of Clary on the table. He wasn't so quick to pull out this time, allowing both of their breaths to return to a normal pace.
Jace pulled his bottoms up first, before helping Clary down off the table and fixing her nightgown. He grabbed her hand, and together they walked back down off the roof. They were silent on their way to Jace's room, heads buzzing with their most recent lovemaking.
"Shower?" Jace questioned.
Clary laughed lightly. "May as well."
After a few more steamy kisses and some breast fondling from Jace, the two of them were showered and clean again. As much fun as it sounded to go at it again, Clary was feeling the after effects of the lovemaking her body had taken. Twice in one night was probably more than enough—for now—she figured.
Exhaustion hit Clary so suddenly that she swayed on the spot. Jace was lighting fast and had her picked up bridal style before her knees could buckle. It took her awhile to convince him that she could stand on her own again, so when Jace went down the hall to pick up a new blanket to place on the bed she sat down.
She couldn't help but replay their night. The way Jace handled her so roughly the second time was so hot that Clary had to place her mind on other things to keep her from being turned on again. She thought of Central Park, the flowers that bloomed in the spring, and her mind flashed back to the greenhouse, Jace kissing her among the flowers.
Keeping her mind preoccupied was more difficult than she had ever imagined. She had been able to keep her mind of Jace before, but now his naked body was burned into her mind. His muscular, beautifully scared chest lying on top of her own naked one. His mouth placing kisses along her shoulders and chest. He was a god to her—a very sexy, strong, hot god.
Jace was back in the room, standing in front of Clary with a new white blanket. Clary stood up to let him place it on the bed, keeping her eyes averted out of fear of jumping him again. She was a little surprised to see her birthday present peeking out from under the bed. Clary picked it up and had the sudden urgency to do something with it.
"Jace, do you have a nail and hammer anywhere?"
Jace seemed confused for a moment, before seeing the picture in her hand. He nodded, left the room for a second time, and was back within a minute with exactly what Clary had asked for. She took them from him wordlessly and walked over to the opposite wall. With one quick motion, the nail was in the wall far enough for the picture to be hung. Only satisfied with her hanging once Jace approved that it was level, did Clary join him where he stood.
"What I don't understand Clary," he said, "is why has your birthday present ended up on my wall?"
Clary knew the answer right away, "You're room is like a monk's. There is absolutely nothing personal about it. So for my birthday, I want you to keep it there, for me."
"Really?" Jace seemed genuinely curious.
"Really," Clary answered before kissing him softly. It was sweet this time, nothing rushed or urgent about it. When Jace pulled away Clary could see dark rings starting to form under his eyes. Jace was more exhausted than he was letting on.
He pulled her over to the bed next, lying down under the sheets with her, and started to hum Happy Birthday. Clary fell asleep before he could finish his song.
In the early morning Clary woke to an empty bed. There was a note on the pillow, written in Jace's tidy scripture:
Pancakes for breakfast? I'll be back soon.
AN: More perhaps?