Author's note: Good morning! Or afternoon or evening or whenever you happen to be reading this! And we're on to D! By the way, I'm officially going to write at least one drabble with Woolsey Scott, but it won't come for a while. Because I want to make sure I do him justice :).
Disclaimer: I don't own Infernal Devices. Cassandra Clare does. All I own is my imagination.
Drenched
Jem hated London sometimes. He hated how clogged with people the streets could become, hated how the buildings crowded together, hated how its inhabitants seemed so cold and indifferent, hated how he could never see the sun. More than anything else, he hated the constant wet. It got into one's bones and refused to leave. Especially when one got caught in a rainstorm without an umbrella. Or a hat, for that matter.
But at the moment, he wasn't inclined to complain.
Because it was impossible to be irritated about getting caught in a rainstorm with Tessa.
They had taken a long walk and the rain had started on their way back to the Institute. They tried to outrun it, of course, but their efforts were in vain. Once they finally stumbled through the great doors of the Institute, Jem thought they couldn't possibly be wetter even if they had swum in the Thames.
But he didn't care.
Because she was laughing.
Those beautiful gray eyes of hers were sparkling at him and for once, he acted without thinking. He didn't care if it was the height of impropriety or not. He pulled her to him and kissed her. After a moment of shocked stillness, he felt her hands slide into his hair as she kissed him back. And suddenly, even though he was sopping wet, he wasn't the slightest bit cold.
Jem realized he didn't truly hate rain after all.
Dastardly Deeds
"William!"
The boy in question cringed. He did not want to deal with this right now.
Because before that harsh yet decidedly feminine cry had sounded, he had been living a wonderful dream.
He had pulled Tessa into his arms, ignoring her half-hearted protests, and kissed her.
And then he had whispered those three little words he had not said to anyone since he came to the Institute.
Then she said them right back to him.
So no, he did not want to deal with the aftermath of one of his infamous actions right now.
But he could.
Because right now he swore he could do anything.
Even fly.
And there you have it! Something for the Will shippers and something for the Jem shippers. Please review!