Love Blooms

Chapter 11 Ode to the Morning After

J&C 4ever

disclaimer: I have nothing to do, whatsoever, with the talented Ms. Clare.

A/N: I'm sorry, last chapter, chapter ten, was still Chapter 9 at the top of the page.

Late the following morning, Jace stirred. He opened his eyes and then quickly shut them against the light as she stretched. He never over slept, what happened last night? Oh, yeah, Jace smiles.

"Ouch" said a familiar voice. Jace turned his head and became aware of where he was, his bed. He was not alone and he felt panicky until he opened his lids and saw his Clary sitting up at the foot of the bed. She was clothed and sitting cross legged with a large sketch pad and she was busy making scratching noises on it. Jace was still waking up and now memories of the previous night started to fill his mind. Clary and her smile, her scent, her gently touch flooded his mind. Jace sat up, without a word, and he crawled across the bed and sat right before her.

"You've moved." said Clary without looking up at him.

"Shouldn't you be looking at the model you are drawing?" asked Jace.

"I'm done with you and I am filling in some fantasy." answered Clary. Jace growled quietly.

He leaned forward and slipped the sketch pad out of her hands and flung it across the room. Clary looked up and gasped. Jace took the pencil and dropped it off the bed. Clary leaned back. Jace had a serious look in his eye and from the tenting in front of his sweatpants, Clary figured a one track mind. She smiled and blushed at her own thoughts. This put Jace over the edge as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her on top of him as he laid on his back. Clary kissed Jace and they started a slow pattern of rekindling their passion from the night before when Jace pushed her away.

"Wait, one moment" and Jace was up and away closing the bathroom door. Clary smiled at this very mundane need the "Angel" in her life answered. The were some connections between humans and Shadowhunters and she wondered if this humbled him. At that moment the door swung open and Jace stood leaning in the doorway with a rose between his teeth. His eyebrows twitching in obvious suggestion. He then lowered his head and raised it just enough to get his gaze locked into Clary's eyes. Clary smiled, blushed and threw herself under the covers.

"You said you were filling in some fantasy, so don't bury yourself too deeply there." said Jace.

Clary giggled. Jace bounded over to the bed and stood over the lump of covers he knew to be Clary. He smiled down. Clary gathered more of the covers in her hands in her nervous state. Jace then took hold of one corner of the blankets and uncovered Clary's head and shoulders with the flick of his wrist. Clary looked up at him with surprise, then smiled at his serious face. She really didn't take in the need in his eyes, just the beauty she recognized as the man she loved.

Jace took the rose out from his clenched teeth and held it out to Clary. She reached up and took it, bringing it to her nose to inhale the lovely aroma from the deep, red rose. Jace laid down next to her on his side.

"Some women can say words like that and purposely tease me to get their attention." said Jace.

"Words like what?" asked Clary as she turned her head to face Jace only inches away.

"I'm filling in some fantasy." said Jace.

"O, you mean.." said Clary. Jace interrupted her.

"Yes, but you were really talking about your drawing." said Jace.

"I don't feel the need to tease you, Jace. To me, love is a state I am in, not something I have to coax out of you. I know it sounds naive, but I don't care for blatant come ons. It's more about a look, or touch..." said Clary before Jace interrupted her again.

"or kiss." said Jace. Clary leaned in and they started kissing. Jace held her tightly and they could each feel the others heart beating faster and faster. Their movements became more urgent, then Clary pushed Jace back. He reluctantly stopped and looked for a reason for this interruption. Clary turned away from Jace and opened the side drawer She pulled out a candle. And matches. She lit the candle surrounded by glass and placed it back on the table top.

"I bought you a present." said Clary. Jace looked over. "It is a massage candle. The scent is aroma therapy and the wax can be poured on the skin and then it becomes lotion when it's rubbed in. Jace leaned back down to resume kissing. Clary wasn't sure he heard her at all until five minutes later when he broke their kissing to pick up the candle and pour some of the melted substance down the middle of Clary's tummy. She laughed with the warm feel.

"Hey, I said I bought this for you." said Clary.

"Yes, thank you. Now, I'm going to have some fun with it, all over you." said Jace. Clary blushed again and sent Jace over the edge. He didn't know if it was morning or still night, summer or winter. All he knew was Clary was in his bed.

nighty night