Disbelief vs. Reality

Tessa froze. She could predict no possible way to get out of this situation. She felt naked only wearing Will's jacket and the blanket. She willed herself to cover up, but she was too afraid to move.

Jem and Will were standing in the door frame with their chests heaving, obvious that they had raced there to find her. Jem had paled considerably in the past ten minutes since she had seen him. Will's eyes were a stormy blue, flashing with an anger that filled her with trepidation.

His eyes narrowed accusingly, looking her up and down. He was feeling a strange mix of emotions. The girl he was standing before had Changed into him. She knew what he looked like- everywhere. Will didn't know what to feel. Should he be angry? Jealous? All he knew was that he was defiantly confused.

Jem could feel his shock subsiding as he took in the sight of Tessa. Sitting near the fire with a blanket curled around her and Will's jacket hanging open yet not revealing anything, with the exception of her slightly ruffled hair- she was exactly how he left her not ten minutes earlier. And except for of course, the addition of the look of pure terror that was etched into her face.

A silence enveloped the room, filling the air with tension and unresolved issues.

Tessa thought she should be the one to speak first. "Will, Jem," she regarded the both of them in a shaking voice, still standing stock still in the door way. Will turned and shut the door behind them.

"Ah Tessa," Will said silkily, sauntering to sit in the arm chair opposite hers. She tightened the jacket around herself but she knew it was in vain. There was no hope to regain her dignity now. "Nice jacket."

Tessa stiffened, shrinking back into her chair feeling intimidated and humiliated.

He spoke again. "Having a pleasant evening then? Enjoying yourself?" he asked almost rhetorically. "Or should I perhaps say, are you enjoying me?" he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement in seeing her so uncomfortable. He knew he held the power in the room, and he fully intended on utilising it.

She shrunk back in her chair again, wishing she could Change into thin air and escape Will's torment. Tessa knew she was blushing, heat rising to her cheeks. "I don't know what to say Will. And Jem. Both of you, I am terribly sorry," her voice cracking as she held back tears of humiliation.

Jem felt a strong urge to console her, the empathetic side of him aching to reach out and calm her down. It was partly his fault. He should not have been walking around so late at night, chasing Church about the Institute for lack of better things to do.

He moved to lean against the arm of the chair Will had resided in. "William, do you think she has had enough for one evening?" he whispered harshly.

Will looked up into Jem's face innocently. "Oh, I think Tessa can handle plenty more," he turned to face Tessa, hearing her gasp.

Jem's mouth cracked into a sinful grin. "What are you proposing Will? What does she deserve?"

A rumbling noise erupted from the back of Will's throat, groaning to think of what he was about to do.

"A punishment."

Tessa could feel it. She felt it as soon as the boys had begun their exchange. She knew it was wrong. She should have fled the room after apologising, but she was frozen. There was a throb between her legs, she was utterly pulsing with desire.

"Uhuh," Jem murmured in agreement. "I see. Where should we start?" he asked nonchalantly as he slid into the chair next to Will and slung his arm casually over his shoulder.

Will looked from Jem to Tessa, her cheeks flushed with desire and her chest rising and falling rapidly. Will could not help the devious plan he had cracked to make her wild with lust.

He chuckled under his breath, one of his hands moving to carelessly brush the hair from his brow. "Shall we give her a show?" he asked Jem quietly, his voice husky with need.

Jem slung his arm around Will's shoulders pulling him closer. "If you think so," he whispered against Will's jaw, both staring at Tessa.

She held her book tightly, her knuckles whitening. She could hear herself panting softly but she didn't seem to care. She couldn't seem to move. She was fixated.

Jem and Will angled towards each other, Will's head dropping back slightly as Jem began to nip at the sensitive skin along his jaw line. Will's hand slid down to Jem's thigh, squeezing gently as he stared at Tessa. He knew she was enjoying this. He could see her eyes widen as he flashed her a sultry smile. She could feel the throb between her thighs increase tenfold, Will's hand was moving up and down Jem's thigh slowly, nearing his hardness with every movement.

She looked on with anticipation as Will's hand neared Jem's length. She remembered what it had felt like to be touched there, the spike of pleasure that shot through her when Jem had touched her like that. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, shifting in her seat to relieve the pressure building between her legs.

Slowly, Will's hand reached Jem's erection and cupped it, gripping him softly and making him groan. Jem's hand flashed out, pulling Will closer to him, his hand wrapped around the back of Will's neck. Smiling, they moved in synchronisation, knowing their show was driving Tessa wild with want.

Their noses bumped against each other's as their gazes locked. Jem leant down, his lips connecting with Will's. Tessa let out a breathy gasp as she watched their kiss ignite, moving faster and faster.

Jem was the first to break away, silently eager to see the reaction on Tessa's face. She had bit her lip, and was whimpering softly.

Jem smiled. "You know what I've been thinking?" he asked, his hand running through Will's hair.

"Hmm?" Will mumbled as he squeezed Jem's length through his pants, making him moan in a deep voice.

"Well, William," he said casually, tugging at Will's hair so they were face to face again. "I was thinking, I wonder if Tessa here has experienced pleasure before, as a woman," he added, his eyes flashing with mischievousness.

Tessa froze. Both sets of eyes were now fixed of her. All ministrations ceased as the two opposite her began raking their eyes over her dishevelled frame. Will's jacket was buttoned over her torso, not leaving much to the imagination. They could see the swell of her breasts and the slightness of her waist, the petite roundness of her hips. Her legs were tucked beneath her; the small blanket stretched across her thighs was not concealing much of her legs.

Will cocked his head to the side. "Have you ever been with a man, Tessa?" he whispered her name, sending shivers down her spine.

She reddened. "Will! I-I well- I should never! What a propost-"

"Don't be coy Tessa," said Jem, cutting her off.

Her jaw hardened stubbornly. They had just both been rather intimate. She had seen all of Will and some of Jem. Why not go along with it? Her wild side called to her. She tried to listen to reason, but all her logic amounted to: do it.

"Of course not. If you must know, I was-" she looked down shyly. "Well I was planning to save myself for my future husband," she said quietly.

Jem and Will smirked. A silence settled over the trio.

"You must know that is not the Shadowhunter expectation," Jem implored her. If Will had said it she would have not believed him, but there was something in Jem's tone that made him sound steadfast and reliable.

"What are you talking about?"

Will spoke up. "Shadowhunters die young. It is common for us to have more than one partner before being engaged to be married," he smiled.

A warm rush blossomed in Tessa's chest. What were they suggesting? She thought. Her eyebrow quirked. "In case you were forgetting, I am not a Shadowhunter."

Jem stood. "And yet," he said moving towards her, his pyjama pants hanging low on his hips revealing a sensual V line pointing downwards. Tessa bit her lip. "There is nothing stopping you from leaving, Tessa Gray," he murmured, his warm fingers tipping her chin up to look him in the eye.

Jem's eyes were flaming, burning with a shade of silver she had never seen cross his expression before. She felt her stomach clench in anticipation.

She heard Will murmur in agreement, still sitting in the chair opposite, his elbows resting on his knees as he steepled his fingers beneath his chin. "You can leave anytime you know. Jem and I can have plenty of fun without you," he said, his eyes locked on hers.

Jem lifted his fingers, angling her face back to his. Replicating what he had done nearly a half hour previously, he braced himself against the arm chair and leaned into Tessa. He softly ran his lips across the length of her jaw and slowly kissed to speak softly in her ear. "What is it to be?" his soft, tempting voice melting her insides. "Will you stay, or go?" he asked, his lips tugging on her earlobe sending fissures of pleasure through her body.

Tessa was drugged with desire. Her limbs felt unconnected and she was consumed by the throbbing want, feeling the wetness between her thighs.

Her gaze flicked to Will, who was regarding her with the same look as earlier, wry, mischievous and something she hadn't identified. Something that made his pupils dilate, his breath quicken just that tiny bit.

Will was appraising her silently from his seat. She was surrounded by Jem's body, his arms blocking his view of her slim body. Not that it mattered. He had her figure committed to memory. He felt his pants tighten the slightest amount, yet she hadn't seemed to realise that he was feeling that same as her, barely able to resist tearing across the short distance of space the separated them to take her in his arms.

She had to answer. She had to say she was going to stay. Of course, he could entertain Jem, but he couldn't just pass up this opportunity. Her reactions were priceless. He couldn't wait for what he had in plan for her. Tessa had to say yes.

Barely moving, she nodded. She felt as if she were to move this wouldn't be real, and she would wake up disappointed after a delicious dream.

"I think I'll stay," she whispered reservedly.

Will grinned a Cheshire cat smile. "Good," he purred as he leaned back against his chair, crossing his legs.

Jem straightened up, taking his wonderful body heat with him. Tessa shivered, not sure if it was from cold or lust. She didn't care.

She hadn't moved an inch from when the pair had first burst into the room. Her back began to ache from sitting ramrod straight and she relaxed into her chair as well, feeling her hair sift around her as she melted into her chair as Will had.

"Tessa, stand up," Will ordered.

"What?" she asked as Jem turned to look at Will over his shoulder, who shot him a smile and Jem nodded, now fully aware of the secret plan that he had install for her.

"Please."

"Okay," Tessa didn't have the strength to argue and she wobbled to her feet, her legs like jelly. Conservatively, she held the blanket flush against her thighs and blushed. No man had ever seen this much of her skin before.

Jem moved toward her again and wrapped his arms loosely around her waist. His hands moved to rest on her hips and he pulled her into the warmth of his body again, the faint marks of his scarred flesh against her slight frame. The touch of his fingertips against her skin sent little thrills through her body, feeling the roughness of his fingers against her soft skin. He ran his hands across the small of her back and over the curve of her hips to skim across her ribs, yet never actually touching her as intimately as he did when he thought she was Will.

Tessa arched into him, feeling his hips press into hers, and for once she was appreciative of her long legs. Jem leaned into her, their lips not an inch apart. His hands continued up the sides of her hips and down past the small of her back. He gently traced soft patterns into her skin, just above the swell of her ass. Tessa whimpered, the feeling of Jem's teasing fingers against her skin was electrifying, and knowing that Will was watching her made her pleasure intensify.

Jem dragged his fingers up Tessa's back under Will's jacket and around to the front, resting beneath her ribs. Tessa shivered again, this time she was sure it was from lust, as she felt her nipples harden against the coarse fabric of Will's coat. Jem traced the stitching along the front and pulled the jacket open.

Tessa closed her eyes. She felt like they were judging her, that they didn't want her because they were so quiet.

Jem moaned in the back of his throat.

"Can't say I agree more," Will murmured.

She opened her eyes. Both of them were staring at her, drinking her in. Her nipples had stiffened into peaks from the cold air. Jem reached up and touched her skin, just under the swell of her breast.

"Tell me if you want to stop," he said softly, his eyes never leaving hers.

His fingertips softly dragged across her skin moving upwards to skim over her pebbled nipple, making Tessa gasp as she felt the zap of pleasure run down her spine. Jem cupped one breast in his hand, his other pulling her toward him, his fingers warm on her hip.

His thumb continued to trace around her nipple, softly, but with enough pressure to make her knees weak. His other hand cupped around the back of her neck, pulling her closer to him. Jem tilted his mouth downwards, his lips slanting against hers, making her moan.

The gentle and slow ministrations made her eyes roll back in her head. His gentle touch was creating a slow burn in the pit of her stomach. Jem's hands switched breasts, now giving the other the same amount of attention, causing Tess to whimper softly into Jem's mouth, her hands coming to rest on his biceps.

The sight of Tessa mewling in Jem's arms, seeing him touching her so intimately was doing frightening things to Will's self-restraint. He shifted in his chair, again, his imagination running free, fantasizing what he was going to do with her.

"That's enough," Will said firmly, his eyes burning into Tessa's as she whipped her head around.

"Really Will? But we were having fun," he insinuates, Jem's fingers tracing patterns on her hip.

Will quirked his eyebrow at Jem. Time to instigate the plan.

So I am basically a giant tease. Sorry. R&R, love the love.