They say that if there's a story you want to read but it hasn't been written yet, you must write it.
So, that's what I'm doing here...trying to put down the stories in my head into writing.
This is my very first time writing a fanfiction, so please be patient and bear with me. Criticism is always welcome, but keep in mind that authors are humans and we have feelings too, so please be kind. Hope you'll enjoy this journey I want to take you on
Clary's POV
It had been a particularly hectic day for Clary. Sure, she's been a trained shadowhunter for five years now but that doesn't mean she can't get tired. In-fact, compared to Jace, Izzy and Alec, she still feels like a rookie sometimes. That's where Simon understands her; they've both perfected a lot of skills and learnt almost everything about the shadow world, but sometimes they still get insecure about their abilities.
After one such tedious day of what seemed to her like never-ending work and training, Clary stumbled into her room and collapsed into bed. That's it...she's done for the day. Now she can retreat into her head and dream, or maybe she'll paint or read a little...depends.
Jace and her have been in a stable relationship for almost five years now, and...things couldn't be better. They have both been newly appointed as the co-heads of the New York Institute, and even though it's a lot of responsibility, she thinks they're doing pretty good. Career-wise, relationship-wise, everything's been great...but, this one thing...this one little thing that Clary can't get her mind off...if only she was brave enough to do something about it. If only...
Shaking her head Clary comes back to the present and repeats the same thing she's been telling herself for the past three years now. "No. No, I can't do it. If it doesn't work in my favour, I'll lose everything I hold dear". But she can't help but wonder, "What if I'm just overthinking? What if everything turns out perfectly like it does in my head? What if... no, Clary no! you've got to stop getting your hopes up. Now get up take a shower, you smell terrible!" With that, she drags herself out of bed and walks to the washroom to take a quick shower.
See, Jace and her share a room together, his room, but sometimes Clary still likes having her own space. Which is why she's kept her old room, a few doors away from Jace's, and any time she needs to be with alone with her thoughts as her only companions, she finds her way here. Not like the Institute's filled with people, so her taking up an extra room didn't seem to bother anyone. Currently the only other permanent inhabitants of the place are Isabelle and Simon. Maryse lives in Idris almost all year round and Alec had moved in with Magnus about two years ago.
After a quick shower to wash off all the sweat and tiredness of the day, she comes out of the washroom wrapped in a towel, trying to dry out her hair with another one. Walking to the vanity, she puts on a little cologne and decides to spend the rest of the evening sketching. Art and reading are her two most favourite things in the world, 'cause those are her means of escape from reality. They have the ability to teleport her into her land of fantasies, and there are very little things Clary likes more than getting lost in a daydream.
She puts on some music on her Tablet, fishes out her pencils and sketchpad before diving back into the comfort of her bed. Her sketchpad...this is the only sketchpad no-one knows about, 'cause she's been extremely careful in keeping it hidden. She could've showed it to Izzy, or Jace even, but for some reason she's always been rather shy and secretive about this aspect of her life.
Humming to the tune of 'Dancing With Your Ghost' she let's her mind and heart take over herself and sees black lines spiral out into the paper, as if on their own accord, creating a beautiful picture of a man and a woman locked in a passionate embrace. The man has one hand on the small of her back, holding the woman pressed up against his body and the other hand on her neck, kissing her with fervour.
Clary was methodically shading the strong, muscular arms of the man, when her concentration was broken by the shrill sound of her phone ringing. She picks it up and looks at the caller ID...Isabelle. "Hey Iz", she greets the woman on the other end of the line. "Claryyyy!", Isabelle yells into the phone so loud that Clary has to take the phone away from her ears so as to not go deaf. She could head rhythmic pounding music in the background though the phone; Isabelle was probably out partying somewhere. "We're all at The Marquis right now", the other girl rushed on "You and Jace have to come, we haven't been out together in forever!"
Oh no...the last thing she wants to do right now is dress up and party, but Isabelle isn't one to tolerate no for an answer. Trying to think of a way to get out of this impromptu plan, Clary asks "We? Who else is there with you and Simon?"
"Alec and Mags!", Izzy screeches into the phone " Well...Simon and I met Magnus on our way here and he in turn dragged in Alec. You and Jace are the only ones missing. I think Alec's actually on the phone with Jace right now. So you better get dressed and get here ASAP, okay? Bye now...see ya soon hon' !" and with that Izzy hangs up without giving Clary a chance to protest.
Clary grimaces, so much for spending a quiet night alone. Well...to be honest, the six of them really haven't had the chance to hang out together in a long time, what with work keeping everyone busy. So this doesn't sound like a bad idea either. As she's debating with herself, there's a knock on her door. She gets up and opens the door, without really putting much thought into her appearance.
The door opens to reveal Jace, casually leaning against the wall, wearing dark washed jeans and black leather jacket over a white t-shirt, clinging to his muscular torso. Clary looks up to see the ever present smirk on his face, along with a hint of desire as he rakes his eyes over her body. And that's when Clary realizes that the only thing she has on is a flimsy towel. Heat creeps up into her face, making her cheeks go pink. This is something she'll never get used to. No matter how many times they've been intimate, one single look from Jace can make her blush like crazy. She thought that was supposed to go away with time...but it only got worse. Or well...better, depends on the way you look at it.
Still smirking, Jace says "Alec called. They're hanging out at The Marquis and we've been asked to join. Well...more like threatened by Isabelle and Magnus. I think I heard her say something about Judo-flipping me if we're not there within a half hour"
Clary let out a laugh, "Well...I take Isabelle's threats very seriously, so you wait out here while I go get dressed." She turns around, about to walk into the room when Jace's voice stops her.
"What" Jace says with one eyebrow cocked "Don't I get a sexy reverse-stripshow?"
Clary gulped, making his smirk grow even bigger, before composing herself and sticking her tongue out at him like a five-year old, she dashed into her room shutting the door behind her. She could hear Jace chuckling on the other side.
Looking through her cupboards, which was now stacked with sexy clothes - thanks to Isabelle, she found the first party wear she could find and pulled it on, not bothering with a bra. It was a thigh length Dazzling green form fitting dress, accentuating the little curves she had. Rushing to the vanity she put on eyeliner, mascara and a little lipgloss. Since her hair was still a little damp from the shower, she left it loose, falling around her shoulders down to the middle of her back. Straightening up she looked into the mirror, and she has to admit...she does look pretty good. That's one good thing being a shadowhunter has done to her...taught her to be confident in herself.
Putting on a pair on four inch black stilettos, Clary grabbed her phone and walked out of the room. Jace's eyes snapped to her as soon as she stepped out, and the little desire she'd seen in those tawny orbs earlier, had now turned into a look of pure hunger. Slowly, he leaned away from the wall and made his way over to her. Once he was standing right in front of her, he brought his hand up to her face and tangled it in her mess of red curls, sharply pulling her head back to look at him, making Clary gasp. "You" he breathed out, bringing his lips oh-so-close to hers but not touching, "are breathtakingly gorgeous". With that he brought their lips together, kissing her in a way that only Jace can, a kiss that makes her knees go weak and turns her all dizzy in the head.
He parted her lips, his tongue delving deep into her mouth. All Clary could do was bring her hands up to his chest for support. Just when she thought she would pass out from the lack of oxygen, Jace pulled back, leaving her gulping like a fish out of water. "Shall we?" he asks with a small smile, indicating towards the elevator. She nooded, being unable to do anything else, the kiss having left her completely breathless.
Jace pulled her into his side as they walked towards the elevator. It was times like this, when Jace totally overpowered her and left her all breathy and panting with need, that made Clary wonder if she should indeed come clean to Jace, and tell him everything she's feeling. But once again...Clary shut off her inner voice and focused on the present.
"Everything's perfect just the way it is" was the thing she kept telling herself as they made their way towards The Marquis.
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