Author's Note: Just a fair warning that there will be slight smut right off the bat. It's not as detailed as other moments in future chapters will be, but I just wanted to warn you before you read any further.
Clary had been rather busy in her room when she heard someone knocking on her door, making her elicit an exasperated sigh. She ignored their futile attempts to grab her attention to whomever was outside of the door and instead went back to seducing her current company in bed.
Jace had seen Clary storm off abruptly from the club, which made him immediately follow after her, but when he made it outside she was already gone. He had rushed back home, and was now giving up on the hope that she would speak to him. He wasn't clueless to the fact that he saw she was almost hurt by the sight of him dancing with that nobody. He didn't like that he had hurt her, and not to mention the fact that she had awoken some feelings he thought he had locked away for good. He didn't like the fact of opening himself up to another person because that made him vulnerable. He didn't like the feeling of losing people, hence the meaningless hookups he would have to not risk getting attached to someone. And now here he was in front of a door like some fool, begging for someone that he hoped was feeling the same way as he was right now. With a defeated sigh he pulled away from her closed door and made his way to his room. The effects of the liquor allowed him to fall asleep almost instantaneously after he had removed his clothing and only was left wearing his boxers before he collapsed into his awaiting bed.
Meanwhile in the room next door things were escalating quickly for Clary and her companion. She leaned down to place kisses along his jawline and continued until reaching his neck whilst she teasingly grinded her heated core against his manhood. A salacious smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth when that movement earned a groan from her companion before she spoke in a whisper near his ear. "Are you ready for me?"
"Shit… Yes…" He stammered his reply as he hesitantly placed his hands against her waist.
Clary leaned back to gaze down upon him, keeping her salacious smirk upon her lips before she reached down between them to grasp his cock, slowly bringing it to rest against her entrance. She bit down on her lip as wriggled her hips slightly and slowly lowered herself down onto him, making them both moan in unison. She stilled herself as she moved to place one hand against his bare chest whilst the other gripped onto the wooden headboard for support. "Relax, Simon. I'm going to make this feel really good for you." When she felt his hips rise to meet hers she knew he was just as eager as she was to continue on, and that's exactly what she did.
Not so long after Jace had fallen asleep he found himself stirring awake, wondering why he had woken up. He turned onto his back as he tried to listen out for anything that could have woken him, and when all he heard was complete silence he had started to close his eyes once again to fall back asleep. Within a passing moment his eyes sprang open when he heard a muffled cry coming from nearby. He strained to hear for a moment longer, and just as before he heard what now clearly sounded like moans. He squirmed in his bed, thinking that Clary was touching herself in the next room, which made him strain against his boxers. He knew he shouldn't continue to listen, but he couldn't help himself. She sounded so sexy when she moaned, and he desperately wanted nothing more than to march over there and be the cause of the pleasure she was giving herself right now. His hand had started to creep down into his boxers and just as he was even thinking about going through with this sinful act he was frozen in shock when he clearly heard groans that had to be coming from another person in the room. A pang of emotion hit him deep within his chest before that turned to anger for having allowed the delusion of him being with Clary play in his mind. He wretched his hand out of his boxers and reached out blindly to open a drawer from his bedside table to grab his headphones, and proceeded to blast music to not suffer with listening to what was being done in the room next door.
Hours had passed now, and Clary found herself feeling oddly warmer than usual. She was going to push the blankets off herself to cool down, but that was when she noticed that she was being held against something. She warily opened her eyes, trying to hold back a scream when she noticed someone was in bed with her. It only took her a moment to see who it was. "Simon!" She squeaked, which caused him to wake up immediately.
Simon blinked awake as he peered into her verdant hues as a lazy smile curved his lips as he spoke in a sleepy tone. "Good morning to you too, Clary."
She was internally freaking out as she tried to desperately remember exactly what happened last night. She remembered arriving at the club, and partially recalling she had done some dancing, but that's all she remembered, and then it hit her. She must have blacked out after the mix of alcohol and the drugs she had taken. She bit her lip as she forced herself to peer up at him sheepishly. "Umm… How did you get here?"
Simon arched a brow as a look of confusion passed along his features before he thought back to the events of last night. He had been out with his bandmates, and one of them had scored some liquor. He remembered drinking and having a good time when he had gotten a text from Clary, which he replied to quickly, and had taken a cab to see her. He was surprised to find out that she was in town, and thought nothing of it up until he fully understood what she was asking him over for. He wasn't a ladies man exactly, but he had needs. And had been with a few other girls, but he had always pictured this moment between them having played out differently. He found himself coming out of his thoughts when Clary waved a hand in front of his face, making him recall that she just had asked him something. "You asked me to meet you here. Don't you remember?"
Clary was baffled by what he just told her until she began to get bits and pieces of what they had ended up doing, making her pull away from him and lift the blanket away from them. Her eyes widened in shock as she took in their naked state. She almost forgot that she had indeed texted him after she left the club and had found her way back to the institute. She almost gasped aloud when it hit her that he couldn't be here, making her curse under her breath as scrambled out of bed and hurriedly grabbed something to change into.
Simon got up from the bed and began to change as well, waiting until she was fully clothed to place his hands gently against her shoulders. "Calm down, Fray. It was just a one time thing, okay?" He tried not to sound hurt that he figured she was regretting them having sex.
Clary smiled faintly when he called her by her nickname he had given her when they had first met when she was younger before her last name was changed by her father. She relaxed under his touch before she leaned against his chest, taking in a deep breath to calm her nerves. "I'm sorry I made you come here, and freaked out on you. I just need to sneak you out before anyone notices."
Simon embraced her for a moment, resting his cheek against the top of her head, feeling her relax against him. "I take it that they don't know that you've told me everything about what you guys are?"
Clary shook her head as she pulled back to look up at him. "No. I promise I'll introduce you to them soon. Just not like this." She held back a laugh when she pictured their reactions to meeting her closest friend like this. Even though they had sex last night it wasn't the only time they had fooled around together. One summer when Clary was down here to visit her mother, she had a sleep over with Simon that had led to some fooling around, but last night went further than they had ever gone before. She sort of felt a little guilty that it hadn't been when they were sober to remember it clearly, but then again maybe it was better that way. She knew he wouldn't take this as a sign of her wanting to start something with him since they already tried that in the past. She was brought out of her inner thoughts when Simon rubbed her arms, almost making her blush in embarrassment for getting lost in her mind.
Simon smirked down at her in an amused manner as he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Sounds like a plan. I guess I should be going now." He gently let her go and turned on his heel to start walking towards her bedroom door.
Clary reached out to grasp his hand to pull him to a stop as a subtle smile played at her lips, trying to lift his spirits since she noticed that he seemed kind of down, and she wanted to comfort him. "I don't regret what happened, Simon. Not one bit. And I'm not just going to let you leave thinking that. I'm going to be a gracious lady as I always am, and escort my marvelous booty call out the door."
Simon felt his cheeks flush ever so slightly when she referred to him as her booty call, but he felt better knowing that she didn't regret what happened between them. "I don't regret it either." He chuckled as a certain moment popped up into his mind, making him flash her a flirty grin as he spoke in a teasing way. "I have to admit that I didn't know how feisty you could get though. You've always been so innocent in my eyes."
Clary smacked his arm gently in response to what he said whilst she failed to hold in a giggle. She did a hair-flip as she winked at him for her playful act. "What can I say, I'm just that amazing. I can't take all the credit for that unbelievable performance last night. You surprised me too. I didn't know my geeky friend had it in him to be quite dominant in the sheets." She stifled a another giggle when she saw his shocked reaction when she brought that fact up. She made her way towards the bedroom door and opened it to give him a moment to process what she had said.
Simon was thankful that she wasn't looking at him when he full on blushed when she reminded him of how he had been a little demanding at some point of the night and took control.
They walked in comfortable silence as they made it to the elevator and rode it down together. Clary had hugged him goodbye and waited until he had gotten into a cab, wanting to make sure he would make it home safely before she could go back inside. As she was heading towards the gate she heard someone behind her, making her turn around as she prepared for the worst.
Isabelle held her hands up in a defenseless manner when she saw the fighting stance Clary had gotten into, making her laugh. "Jeez. Calm down it's me."
Clary let out a sigh of relief when she saw it was only Isabelle. "You almost gave me a fright!"
Isabelle shook her head as she smirked deviously at her friend. "I see I wasn't the only one who is doing the walk of shame."
Clary squeaked in reply to what Isabelle just said. "I'm not doing the walk of shame!"
Isabelle winked at Clary before she sauntered past her to walk through the gates and head towards the elevator, hearing as Clary was following after her. "Are you sure? Cause I'm sure I just saw you sending away your mysterious, but rather good looking guest. And aren't you not on your way back inside trying not to be caught?"
Clary scowled when she knew she was sort of right. "Fine, you're right." She looked over at Isabelle, noticing her makeup had smudged a little, and that her hair was put up into a messy bun. Clary smirked slyly as she crossed her arms over her chest. "So, who was the lucky fellow? You need to spill the details."
Isabelle looked around the hallway when they walked out of the elevator once they made it upstairs, making sure none of her brothers were within earshot. Once she was satisfied that the coast was clear she turned to face Clary with an coquette grin. "It was that guy that got us into the club. He was such a charmer, and dare I say that he didn't disappoint either. How was your night?" Isabelle's eyes shone with curiosity as she waited for Clary to reply to her question.
Clary shrugged her shoulder in a casual way as she hid a smile. "It was great. I don't know if it was intensified by the alcohol or the faerie drug I had, but I feel so good now."
"I bet you do!" Isabelle nudged Clary's hip with her own, smiling wickedly.
Both girls ended up parting ways to clean themselves up, and attempt to get a few more hours of sleep before they had to start their normal routine of the day.
Clary had woken up feeling refreshed and had changed into a sports bra and leggings to wear for training. She took her time putting her hair up into a ponytail and slipped on her sneakers before she made her way out of the room and headed to the kitchen for a small breakfast. She almost paused mid-step when she saw Jace sitting at the table, making her stomach flutter at the mere gorgeous sight of him, but she shook that feeling off and headed over towards the pantry. She took out a protein bar then grabbed a cold water bottle from the fridge then proceeded to lean against the counter, facing Jace so she could smile at him. "Good morning."
Jace looked up from his uneaten breakfast, keeping a straight face as he spoke in an emotionless tone. "Morning."
Clary arched a brow as she tried to see what was wrong with him, wondering if she had bothered him by staying to eat her breakfast here with him. "Are you alright?"
Jace withheld a sigh, willing himself to stay calm even though that was hard to do since she was making him think about what he heard last night. "I'm just peachy." He got out of his seat, grabbing his plate to dispose of the uneaten food and dropped the dishes in the sink.
Clary almost jumped at the loud sound the dishes made when they fell into the sink. She reached out to stroke his arm to comfort him, but had to force herself to not frown when he moved out of her way. "You don't seem okay. Did I do something to make you upset?"
Jace slammed his hand down against the counter as that was the final straw. "Can you just drop it! I don't want to speak to you. Can't you get a hint?" He said in a venomous tone.
Clary blinked in surprise at his sudden outburst before she felt anger filling her veins, making her speak through clenched teeth. "Don't you dare raise your voice at me. I was only trying to be a good friend when I noticed you didn't seem fine. Forgive me for caring."
Jace scoffed as he gripped the edge of the counter, causing his knuckles to turn white with the amount of force he was using whilst he shot her a glare. "Oh, now you care about how I feel? I wasn't under that impression when you fucked someone last night knowing damn well my room is beside yours." He spat.
A low gasp spilled from her lips as she couldn't help but flinch at how cruel he was being. She felt herself on the verge of tears of frustration, hating that he could get this reaction out of her. She knew she was growing soft living here since she never showed much emotion at home. She lived and breathed for being the best shadowhunter, and had no time to interact with anyone besides her brother and father. And here this guy was breaking her barriers down little by little. "It's none of your business with who I chose to fuck or where I do it." She tossed her half eaten bar in the trash, keeping hold of her water bottle as she brushed past him roughly to make her way towards the training room.
Jace nearly gasped when she had spoken to him with such malice in her tone, disliking how this conversation played out. He turned around as she was almost out the doorway. "Clary, wait." His voice cracked a bit as he hoped she would stop.
Clary paused at the doorway, turning to look at him with a glare. "What now? Care to make me feel like more shit than I already do? Go right ahead. I can take it."
Jace had meant to apologize, but her cruel attitude made him snap again. "I just wanted to advise you not to bring anyone back here. It's forbidden. Oh, and you should really cover that love bite of yours up before you give people the wrong impression." He left the room before she could even sputter a reply.
Clary nearly flinched again as if he had smacked her as she watched him leave the room. She forced herself to continue her way towards her destination, hating herself for replaying his words in her mind as she went to the changing room to examine herself in a mirror. "Dammit, Simon." She grumbled as she saw he had left a hickey on her neck. She quickly took out her stele and marked herself, hoping what other marks he had managed to leave her would fade eventually as well.
She stalked out of the changing room, heading in the direction of where they kept a speaker, and proceeded to hook up her phone to it. She started to play one of her playlists before she began to do her stretches, knowing today her training was going to be brutal. She didn't mind one bit. She needed to keep her head clear. And next time she would have to face Jace, she would be prepared. No more games.
It had been a few days now since Clary and Jace had spoken to one another. She knew it was stupid to feel almost as if she had lost something. It was almost routine for them to talk amongst one another when they were sparring or trying to give each other helpful tips, and she missed those moments with him. She just didn't want to allow herself to be so vulnerable, and risk her heart being broken. It's one of the reasons why she could only name a selected few that she cared for dearly.
Today she woke up earlier than she'd ever been up since being here. She was feeling restless and couldn't stop her mind from racing and over thinking things, which had led her to her current destination. Training always left her in a trance-like state and cleared her thoughts. What she wasn't expecting was to see that someone had already beat her there. She knew who it was before she had even entered the room, and wasn't surprised to see that he was solely concentrated at his task at hand that he didn't even notice her. She let out a soft sigh before she turned on her heel to walk out of the room and hopefully find something else to preoccupy her mind with.
Jace nearly faltered mid-motion when he heard a sound come from behind him, barely able to see the svelte silhouette hesitating in the doorway. "Clary?"
She halted almost immediately at the sound of her name spilling from his lips, turning her head to the side to meet his gaze as her lip quirked up at the corner of her mouth. "Sorry, I didn't know anyone else was going to be here. I'll leave you be."
"No don't leave. Stay with me." The words spilled from his lips before he could even think through what he just said to her. It was too late, and to be honest he couldn't bear the thought of not being in the same room as her any longer.
Clary blinked in astonishment when she heard what he had said, hesitating in the doorway before she took a few steps into the room. Her verdant hues bore into his golden optics, trying to decipher his motives. "Are you sure? I can always come back another time."
Jace nodded his head. "I'm sure. I could use the company anyway."
Clary accepted his offer all too eagerly, making her way towards a section of the room where she grabbed a mat and placed it on the floor. She listened to him as he went back to what he was doing whilst she begun to do some yoga, hoping it would calm her enough so could go back to bed, and rest.
Jace glanced over in her direction every now and then, admiring the look of her losing herself in the moment as she closed herself off to everything around her and solely focused on executing every pose correctly and never faltered one bit. He had been almost ready to leave when she had suddenly appeared, and he couldn't help but try to be in her presence as much as he could to make up for the other days. He knew he shouldn't interrupt her, but he had been wanting to tell her something for some time now, and it was partially the reason as to why he hadn't been sleeping well recently. He put down the weapon he was holding before making his way over towards her.
Clary was just finishing up her yoga session when she saw him looming over her, making her stop what she was doing and sit upright to face him. "Am I in your way?"
Jace shook his head as he went on to sit down beside her on the floor, making sure to face her as he drew in a deep breath to calm himself. "I just wanted to apologize for how I acted the other day. It was uncalled for, and I don't blame you if you don't forgive me."
Clary blinked in shock. She hadn't expected that he would be apologizing to her. She reached out to rest her hand over his hand. "You don't need to apologize. I was in the wrong. I was being selfish, and only thinking of my needs. I just hope we can get back to the way things were before. Do you think that's possible?"
Jace resisted the urge to inhale sharply when her hand rested against his, feeling the oh so satisfying electricity flowing through him that happened whenever they touched. He managed to listen to what she said before he took it further and grasped her hand, running his thumb along her knuckles as a hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "How about we both admit that we were both at fault, and forget about that day because I would like to get back to how we were too. And I know just the place where we can start over. That's if you're up for a little trip?"
Clary shivered in delight at the mere feeling of his fingers caressing her skin as he grasped her hand, making her heart skip a beat. She found herself grinning like an idiot as she held his gaze, trying to be content with them just being friends for the time being. "Sounds like a great idea." She titled her head to the side, her eyes sparkling with excitement at the mention of going somewhere with him. "Where will we be going?"
Jace flashed her a crooked smirk as he carefully helped her to her feet, keeping himself as close to her as he could. "Oh, you'll just have to wait and see. I'll meet you by the elevator in fifteen minutes." He held her gaze as he brought her hand up to his face to gently brush his lips against the back of her hand before releasing it to exit the room.
Clary felt her cheeks flush a bright crimson when he had kissed her hand, sending a shiver down her spine at the feeling of his lips brushing against her skin. She waited until he left before she even thought of heading back to her room. She knew she was going to be in deep trouble with this one, but she didn't care. She was willing to put in the risk, just so she could be with him.
As requested, Clary had surprisingly gotten ready within the fifteen minutes. She had settled upon wearing a crop top, dark skinny jeans, and black Doc Martens along with adding the finishing touch to her outfit with a cropped bomber jacket. She had also brought with her a few weapons, just to be safe. Clary took one last look at herself in the mirror, trying to make sure her hair stayed nicely in the ponytail she hastily put it in. She applied only a little bit of eyeliner last minute, and a nude lip color before she slipped her phone in her pocket of her jacket then made her way out of her door. Just as she was stepping into the hallway she bumped into Jace, almost knocking the wind out of her.
Jace steadied her when they had suddenly collided with one another. He chuckled since he thought it was amusing that they both had seemed lost in their own thoughts. "Are you alright?"
Clary attempted to not notice how their bodies were flush against one another, and how she felt his muscles ripple under her hold as she had gripped his arms. She peeked up at him through her lashes, smiling up at him as she nodded her head once. "Yes, I'm okay."
Jace held onto her for a moment longer before he released her and took a step back, admiring the outfit she had chosen before averting his gaze to hers. "Do you need help applying some runes before we leave?"
Clary's mouth quirked up at the corner as she was already taking her stele out of her pocket. "And I'm assuming you're going to need help as well, right?"
Jace smirked coyly when he heard her remark, and in answer he removed his leather jacket wordlessly to bare his skin to her.
Clary now held her stele steadily in her hand as she reached out to hold his arm as she began to trace the tip of the stele along his skin, marking him with runes that she thought would suffice for wherever he was taking her.
Jace's breathing hitched up ever so slightly as her dainty fingers pressed against his skin whilst she marked him with both ease and precision. As soon as she was finished he placed his jacket back on then held his hand out towards her. "Now it's your turn."
Clary handed her stele over to him before she slipped her bomber jacket off, and held out her arm for him to take. She shivered when she felt his fingers wrap around her arm, feeling the heat radiating off of him with how close he was to her. She gritted her teeth to not allow herself to make any noise of complaint as he marked her wherever it was needed. And before she knew it he had finished and returned her stele to her. She slipped her jacket back on, placing her stele back in its place before she followed him towards the elevator. She sneaked a peek over at him, curiosity getting the best of her as she found herself speaking. "Are you going to let me know where you're taking me?"
Jace smirked in a mischievous manner as the elevator began to descend. "Not a chance."
To Clary's surprise they had taken a cab, and ended up at a restaurant. She noticed immediately that this establishment was for both her kind and downworlders, which oddly comforted her since she would be able to be herself and not worry about mundanes. Clary slid into the booth across from Jace, thanking him when he handed her a menu. She skimmed through it, trying not to grimace when she passed through some rather disgusting options, which she knew were not meant for her. She glimpsed up from her menu when she saw someone stop by their booth to take their orders, watching with amusement at how the waitress was flirting with Jace. She knew that he obviously got this type of attention everywhere he went, making her shake her head as she stifled a laugh. Once they had both put in their order she turned her attention on him. "I assume that you're a regular here?"
Jace shrugged as he flashed her a charming grin. "Guilty. It's not much, but they make up for it with their food. My siblings and I come here often."
Clary looked up when the waitress set her milkshake down in front of her, watching with the same amusement as she continued to flirt with Jace, and also noticing how she would look at Clary whilst doing it as if to get a reaction out of her. Clary took a moment to gather up her thoughts as she took a sip of her milkshake before she arched a brow in an amused manner. "She seems quite smitten with you."
Jace looked at her in disbelief as he motioned towards where the waitress now stood. "Kaelie? No, she's like that with everyone."
Clary stifled a laugh as she shrugged her shoulder in a nonchalant way. "If you say so."
Jace looked at her in a curious manner, trying to read her expression, but she always managed to mask whatever she was feeling most of the time. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but paused when Kaelie came back to set their food down. He waited until she left before he spoke in a joking manner as he plucked up a fry from his plate. "Why, are you jealous or something?"
Clary nearly choked on the food she was eating, taking her time to chew and swallow before she scoffed. "As if. I was only stating that you seem to attract a certain type of lady with your presence and by how you carry yourself. Although I don't think you actually mean to. Clearly your huge ego clouds your judgement." She replied smoothly with a teasing lilt to her words.
Jace blinked in surprise before he found himself laughing, and pointed a finger at her. "You still manage to amaze me. And you're also quite adorable even when you are making fun of me."
Clary almost dropped the fry she had just picked up when she heard him say that she was adorable. She ate the fry slowly as to give her time to think of something say, so she wouldn't blush under his stare, and instead blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "The food is actually as great as you made it out to be. Thanks for bringing me here."
As Jace was watching her closely he could tell that he had caught her off guard at some point, which pleased him. "I told you. And you're very welcome. It's nice to be doing something with you other than training or filling these streets with demon blood."
"I feel the same way. It's nice for a little change in routine." Clary smiled in a jovial manner as they continued to eat their meal and make small talk as they tried to get to know one another better.
Maybe there was a chance that she could let herself care about just one more person. It couldn't hurt, right?
I hope this chapter made up for the previous one since it was said that it may have been confusing. I apologize for that. Please feel free to leave comments.
