Love Blooms
Chapter 3 rhymes with Hit my Knee
J&C 4ever
disclaimer: I have nothing to do, whatsoever, with the talented Ms. Clare.
Clary came into the training room the following morning. Jace looked composed, but inside he was totally flustered. She came bouncing in with her hair loose around her shoulders and wearing an spandex one piece outfit that he was sure was illegal in some countries to wear in front of a man who is not one's husband. It looked painted on her and it looked great.
"Hi, Sorry I'm late. I can't wait to show you what Izzy has been teaching me in defensive moves. I know before I can go out with you, Izzy, and Alec, I need to prove that I can defend myself. I may not be able to kill demons well at first, but you don't want to have to worry about me and concentrate on killing demons." said Clary. She went along at a fast pace telling him all her hopes and dreams of them being Shadowhunters together, but Jace didn't hear word one. His mind went to basement, ding, he has arrived, Jace just watched her legs as she stretched to warm up, then she ran through some yoga for balance where his eyes were glued to her cleavage. It was better then a private dancer from those Mundie clubs. Even though his mind was mush he heard her say when she was ready.
"OK, Just come at me. " said Jace. With that Clary ran straight for him. He held out his hand in front of himself and caught her head. It would have been so easy for him to push her aside, but then he caught himself, what was he thinking. His hand shook and faltered under the pressure she pressed into his hand while swinging and missing him. He smiled, she was trying so hard. She hit his chest and it felt as if a little birdie flew into him. He bent his head down and sniffed her hair. It smelled like the strawberry shampoo she used. He liked it and he liked the way his bathroom smelled after she had been showering in it, like a field of strawberries. He started to hum Strawberry Fields Forever. He heard her voice faintly struggling with him, he fell to the mat.
"Ah ha, I think I finally found your Achille's Heel." said Clary proudly.
"Yeah, you got me. Lucky shot." said Jace. "Let's try something else. How about you put me in a head lock and I try to get out."
"Sure." said Clary. Jace bent over and Clary wrapped her arm around his neck.
"Pull me in close." said Jace giving instruction like a teacher. Clary pulled him into her and kept his cheek resting on her abdomen. All he had to do was turn his head and he would be hit in the face with her chest. He quickly fell to his knees, taking Clary with him. She held on and kept him in place.
"You are improving Clary." said Jace as she let him go. When he looked up at her she was out of breath. She was getting quite a work out while he was panting out of his desire for her.
"I'm giving you a challenge now, aren't I?" said Clary.
"You sure are." said Jace while he thought of the challenge to keep his pants on. 'OK, one more, your choice, come and get me."
Clary lunged again at Jace and knocked him flat on his back. She was across his chest perpendicular to his, he butt in the air right in his line of sight. He couldn't resist any longer and started to reach to touch her when she popped up on all fours over him. She stretched back so that her chest was over his face. He closed his eyes and when he felt calmer opened them. Clary was sitting up next to him, all smiles.
"Thanks for the lesson Jace." said Clary as she got up and left the training room. Once she was gone, Jace answered her.
"Anytime Clary. Any time at all." said Jace as he got up to go take a cold shower.
This was a different take for this drabble.
Should I continue?