This is a little bit of a filler chapter, I am sorry about that. But I wanted to bring Jocelyn and Luke back into it, plus the girls have to have a talk about Simon ;) And this is my third week of weekly updates, that counts for something, right? On another note, I am still working on getting a story together for you, where our couple is part of a motorcycle gang, but there's also another one I'm working on, which I'm having lots of fun with, and I'll post that at the same time, so you've got of them to look out for :)
When Clary woke up, the first thing that hit her was a wave a nausea and she groaned, twisting her head and shoving it under her pillow. There was a warmth behind her and then she felt it curl around her, Jace's arms wrapping around her narrow waist and pulling her into the curve of his body. Clary's head throbbed and her mouth felt dryer than the Sahara. She tried squeezing her eyes shut, but the tighter she held them shut, the more her head ached, and when she tried to open them, the light coming through a slit in the curtains burned her irises.
"Mother fucker!" Clary cursed, shutting them again. But it didn't matter; there was no way she was going to be able to get back to sleep. She lay there for almost half an hour, feeling absolutely terrible, before she rolled out of bed and gingerly walked toward the bathroom. She almost didn't make it, her stomach lurching with every step she took, and she crouched in front of the toilet, emptying her stomach. She heard a noise behind her and looked up, wiping the back of her hand across her mouth. "I swear that I spend more time throwing my guts up since I've started hanging out with you." Jace laughed and shook his head, then winced and rubbed his temple.
"But you've also been having a lot more fun," he mumbled, and tapped her leg with his foot. "You gotta admit that."
"Not on mornings like this I don't," Clary groaned, bracing her arms on either side of the toilet as she felt her stomach roll over again. Jace left her, going into the kitchen and she heard him getting coffee ready.
He was right.
Despite the fact that she had had more hangovers in the past two months that the rest of her life, she had also entered a completely alternate universe. A universe where she, Clarissa Adele Fray, good little girl who never broke a rule in her life, was now doing weed and drinking almost every night of the week, and having sex loud enough so that the people the floor above her could hear.
And she was enjoying every second of it—minus the horrible hangovers, that just seemed to get worse every time.
"I need coffee," she grunted as she came into the kitchen. Jace was already pouring two black coffee's, and he held out the first cup. Clary took it, leaning against the bench next to him. She was only wearing a black thong that she had pulled on last night before they had stumbled into bed, not self-conscious at all about the fact her breasts were on full display. Eight weeks ago she wouldn't have dreamed of being so exposed, but now she didn't give it a second thought.
Or, at least, she did think about it. But it wasn't in a bad way. Jace's eyes were adoring as he raked them over body, and when they reached her eyes, the pain at the base of her skull and the pit of her stomach subsided, and was replaced with a burn.
His lips were on hers in a second, and her coffee mug was crashing to the ground, spilling the liquid over the ground. Their hands were frantic as he grabbed her hips and lifted her so that she was on the counter. Her nipples were hardened and pressed against his bare chest and she moaned when his mouth left hers and trailed down her neck. His hands moved from her hip, rubbing against the wet crotch of her panties.
"Shit, Jace," Clary groaned, throwing her head back, her long red locks spilling down her back and staining her pale skin. Jace worked a finger past the thin material and inside her and Clary gasped, rocking her hips so that she was riding his hand. He slid another finger in her and she moaned louder.
"Come on, Red," Jace urged her, his thumb pushing down on her clit and thumbing it until she was gasping and falling apart and dripping down the palm of his hand.
"Need...You..." Clary muttered, gripping his shoulders with both of her hands and smashing her lips down on his once more. Jace was pulling himself out of his boxers when there was a crash, followed by a shout. They both froze and then were scrambling for clothes as Isabelle appeared in the doorway. She blinked as they ran out the side door and back into his bedroom.
"I'll just be here, guys!" Isabelle called after them, wrinkling up her nose at the cup and spilt coffee on the ground. She stepped over it delicately and poured herself a cup of coffee, opening up the door leading outside and sitting down on the concrete stairs. They were gone for almost ten minutes, and when they came out, they both looked a lot happier with themselves. "That's gross," she told them as she looked over the rim of her mug. "You had sex while I was right here."
"You were outside," Jace sneered at her as he picked up the broken ceramic pieces. "I've heard you have sex with your little playboys while I'm in the same room."
"I thought you were asleep!" Isabelle defended.
"All four times?" Jace asked, shooting her a playfully hard look. Isabelle pursed her lips and scrunched up her nose. Clary was grinning as she crouched down on the ground to wipe up the coffee that was congealing on the ground.
"It's kind hot when you know someone's listening," Isabelle smirked guiltily before taking another long drink from her coffee. Jace came out onto the steps with her and sat down. Clary came out and joined them a moment later, wearing one of Jace's shirts over a tiny pair of sleeping shorts. Isabelle grinned at her and held up her palm. "High five, bitch; for fucking away a hangover."
"I am not high-fiving you for that," Clary rolled her eyes as she worked a cigarette out of a packet before dropping it back down to steps beside Jace and lighting up the cigarette.
"Buzz kill," Isabelle muttered. The three sat quietly for a few minutes, passing around the cigarette and finishing their cups of coffee. Isabelle cleared her throat and Clary looked down at her. "So, Simon took off last night." Clary's eyebrows pulled together and she tilted her head to the side. "I don't know what was up. He was there to begin with, and then I don't know what happened to him."
"Was he feeling sick?" Clary asked.
"I don't know," she shrugged. "But I was kind of hoping that he was gonna stick around."
"You got a thing for the skinny kid?" Jace asked in disbelief.
"What?!" Isabelle protested. "Don't judge."
"You like Simon?" Clary asked, her eyes wide as she stared at the gorgeous dark haired girl. Isabelle's cheeks reddened and she shrugged, pulling the cigarette out of Jace's hand and shoved it between her lips. "You've only met him, like...Twice."
"Yeah," Isabelle replied stubbornly. "And?" Clary raised her eyebrows and held out her hands to show that she was backing off and Isabelle made a face, looking down at her feet. "He's sweet. And he's not all...Smooth and confident like every other guy I have to deal with," she elbowed Jace in the side pointedly and he laughed.
"Well, yeah; no one ever accused Simon of being self-assured," Clary grinned.
"Anyway, he still left early last night," Isabelle continued. "You should find out what happened."
"Yeah, I know," Clary agreed. "I'm going back to mums tonight for dinner, I'll stop by on the way there."
"Did you want a ride?" Jace offered.
"No, it's fine," Clary gave him a smile. "I'll take a taxi."
"You sure?"
"You guys are sickly," Isabelle crinkled up her nose before lighting up another cigarette.
"Clary! Hi, darling!" Elaine Lewis grinned as she opened the door and leaned out to give Clary a kiss on the cheek. "You want to come in? You want something to drink?" Clary stepped in after Elaine, shutting the door behind her and slipping off the leather jacket she was wearing.
"Oh no, I'm okay," Clary said, hooking her leather jacket over her arms before crossing them over her chest. "I'm just here to see Simon." Elaine raised her eyebrow as she lead the way back into the kitchen where she was cooking dinner. "He came out with me and some of my friends last night, but I left kind of early and I just wanted to say goodbye before he goes back to Uni."
"Simon left this morning, darling," Elaine said as she picked up the wooden spoon on the bench and went back to stirring the soup she was cooking. "I would have thought that he would have told you before he left."
"Um, yeah," Clary pursed her lips together as she looked toward the stairs that led up to Simon's room. "Maybe he said something last night and I just wasn't paying attention."
"He'll be back in about a month, for Becca's birthday," she told him.
"Okay, I guess I'll see him then," Clary mumbled.
"You know you're welcome anytime here," Elaine said with a warm smile. "And has your mum seen that thing in your nose?" She gave her a look of motherly disapproval. Clary put her hand to the ring that was in her nose and shot her a quick smile before she left the apartment and hopped back in the taxi that was waiting at the curb for her. As they joined the queues of traffic she pulled her phone out of the pocket of her jacket and sent off a text to Simon. He usually had his phone on him at all times, but even by the time she got to Jocelyn's apartment building, there was no reply.
"Hey, babe!" Jocelyn called as Clary let herself into the apartment.
"Hey, mum!" Clary called back as she dumped her jacket and keys on the table. The TV was playing on the lounge and she could hear movement in the kitchen. Luke was coming down the hallway from the kitchen as she was heading toward it and he quirked an eyebrow, his eyes falling directly to the silver ring in her nose.
"What did you do to your face?" He grunted as he reached out to kiss her forehead. Clary rolled her eyes at him as she joined Jocelyn in the kitchen.
"You hungry, babes?" Jocelyn asked, her back still facing her daughter. "Because I'm starving, and I've got macaroni cheese and bolognese cooked for dinner." She finally turned around and when she saw the ring in her nose. "A tattoo and now a nose piercing? You're turning into a real rebel."
"Thanks, mum," Clary smirked. "It's what I aspire too."
"Yeah, yeah," Jocelyn rolled her eyes in a very similar manner to what Clary had only seconds before. "Well, that boy better be looking after you."
"He is, mum," Clary grinned as she turned around so that her back was to the bench and she pulled herself up so she was sitting next to the stove. She stuck her finger in the frying pan where the bolognese sauce was beginning to boil.
"Oi!" Jocelyn swatted at her hand and Clary snatched it back, sticking her finger into her mouth. "Now. Tell me what's been going on my girls life. I feel like I'm completely left in the dark now!"
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