***************** Chapter 15 ******************
Warning- This story is rated M for a reason. This chapter has smut. You have been warned. :D
"Jace..." she whispered as tears streamed down her face.
It had been awhile since she had last cried. Hanging out with Isabelle had made her strong. However, this was different. This was Jace, her friend, her brother and the man that she loved. Jace rarely ever got hurt and Jonathan would never bother sending her a text if it hadn't been serious.
"It's been awhile Clary." He teased. In truth he had just seen her last night.
"Are you….are you alright? Jonathan told me you were hurt so I came right away." She asked.
She had portaled to his room as soon as she saw Jonathan's text message. When she stepped through she saw Jace laying on the bed. His face was distorted in pain but he head it behind a smile when he saw her.
"I've had better days." He shrugged. Clary smiled. Typical Jace, always one to down play a situation.
Clary unbuttoned his shirt to examine his wounds.
"Where does it hurt?" she asked admiring his toned chest.
"My ribs and leg." he whispered.
Clary nodded and retraced the iratze on his chest putting her energy into it. She heard a pop of the bone mending back into place as a scream escaped Jace's lips.
"Damn that hurt!" he groaned.
Clary ignored him and got to work on his leg. She had to undo the bandages to place the rune. She quickly jumped when she saw one of his bones in his ankle poking out of his skin. She quickly applied another healing rune putting all her energy into it. Jace prepaid himself for the pain this time. Judging by the amount of damage, it was going to really hurt. In a few seconds she heard a few pops and grunts from Jace. After a few minutes to recover Jace sat up taking a deep breath. Another minuet passed before he began to rotate his ankle and wrists.
"I feel…good." He smiled at the beautiful girl who healed him.
Clary returned the grin looking down at the blonde angel that Stood before her. They looked at each other in silence until Clary got up from the mattress.
"I think it's time to leave." She said sadly.
Jace looked at her for a moment. He seemed to be arguing with himself; trying to figure out what to say. Finally he looked back up into her eyes. His eyes filled with determination. Why was he doing this to himself? They weren't related by blood and it's not like he knew for sure that Valentine would disapprove. Why was he holding back?
"I surrender." He said to her.
"What?" she asked.
Jace moved quickly across the room and gently wrapped his arms around her body.
"I surrender. "He whispered again brushing his lips against her hair. Clary sighed. She didn't understand what he was saying. He had been avoiding her for months, then was talking to her and just recently it seemed like he was still holding back. Now he was acting like none of that happened. Jace held her like a man would hold his lover. She braced herself. Don't go there Clarissa. Hope is a dangerous thing.
"Surrender to what?" she inquired softly. She could feel his body relax as he tilted her chin up to meet his eyes.
"I surrender to you Clarissa. I can't stay away anymore. I don't care what Valentine or our mother thinks. I love you and I want to be with you. I am done trying to fight it." He said lowering his face down closer to hers.
Clary was shocked. It took all of her will power not to pinch herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming.
"I…I don't understand. I thought you said it was just our blood calling to each other? That we couldn't be together so why bother? You said you weren't sure if you loved me?" she asked.
"…and there's a simple explanation for that." He grinned cupping her face. "I lied."
Clary's gasp was cut off by Jace placing his lips on hers. She was surprised but surrendered instantly. She could never fight him. There would be time to ask more questions later, though a part of her didn't even care. She was just happy that he was there kissing her. She opened up her lips to let his tongue in as the kiss grew deeper.
She could feel his arms tighten around her falling to her hips. Clary felt her heart race and as warmth rushed through her body. It was their kiss in the library again before they were interrupted; before he told her that being together would be impossible.
Clary pulled him down onto the bed. She could hear him chuckle and as he placed his body of top of hers. Attacking her lips again. He broke off the kiss and softly moved his lips down her neck. Every touch was pure electricity and lit a fire in her stomach. She moaned as his mouth sucked on her pulse. She wiggled her arms free from his hair and lifted her hands up under his shirt. He stopped for a moment; his golden eyes filled with passion looking down at her.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked.
Clary looked deep into his eyes. At that moment she never wanted anything more in her entire life.
"Yes." She whispered and kissed him sweetly.
Jace slowly took off his shirt before removing hers. His touch was light and delicate. Each kiss and each touch begging permission to continue. She raced her hands down his sculpted chest lingering at the sharp V along his hips. She could feel the reaction her touch was having through his jeans. She hesitatingly brought her hand down to massage his manhood though his pants. He pushed his head back in reaction. After a few more strokes he caught her lips once more; letting a moan into her mouth.
Then he oved leaving kisses trailing down her neck and to her chest. Her chest raised in pleasure as he looped his hand against her back and undid her bra. Once her chest was bare she lifted her body up to his. His hands drifted to her chest as he began fondling her breasts. Her body jumped at the touch of his hands and then his tongue.
It was obvious that Jace wasn't a virgin. This she already knew. Clearly he knew what he was doing and how to touch her. He made her body react in ways that she hadn't thought possible. Jace slowly got up and removed her jeans along with her underwear. Now she lay completely naked in front of him. He took his time looking at her. She blushed meeting his eyes and rose her arms up to cover herself shyly.
"Don't." he whispered grabbing her hand. "You are perfect Clarissa."
He leaned down giving her a soft kiss to reassure her. Jace leaned up and took off his pants and boxers. Now it was her turn to watch. She had never seen a man naked before. Between talking with her mother, the girls at the school, and hearing her brother talk she was knew the mechanics of how sex worked. A part of her was still nervous though. She looked at his body and couldn't help but wonder how that was going to fit inside her.
Jace gave her a minuet to look at his body before reaching down for his wallet. Jace wrapped the condom around himself and slowly positioned himself between her legs. He looked down at her once again softly.
"Are you sure? We can stop if you're not ready?" He asked sincerely.
Clary smiled weakly and nodded. Not trusting her voice. Jace leaned down and kissed her again. She felt a slow pressure form between her legs as he pushed inside of her slowly. There was a bit of pain but nothing compared the injuries she had gotten during training or combat.
Jace stayed still giving her a minute for her body to adjust. He was still kissing her lips softly trying to distract her from the pain.
"Relax baby." He whispered.
She was still too nervous. She weaved her fingers through his hair pulling his face down hungrily. Jace began thrusting into her slowly. After a few thrusts she could hear him panting. She couldn't believe what sounds her body was making him make. She closed her eyes and wielded her body to relax; listening to the sounds of his panting. She suddenly jumped when she felt his fingers press up against her. They were massaging her citreous and the sudden stroking made her toes curl.
Jace was going to make sure she enjoyed this, one way or another. Between the thrusting and his fingers Clary felt her body tighten with pleasure. She finally couldn't take it anymore. She arched her back and moaned out Jace's name. After a few moments he joined her organism.
They both lay there panting for a moment before Jace got up. He pulled out of her carefully, disposed of the condom in the waste basket next to the bed and collapsed once more on the bed next to her. Clary cuddled into his arms and kissed him lightly on the lips.
"I love you Jace William Herondale." She whispered looking into his golden eyes.
"And I love you Clary Adele Morgenstern." He smiled blissfully.
Clarissa nuzzled her head into his chest and fell fast asleep.
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Jonathan had left Jace in his room to heal after fixing him up with a few iratzes and some lunch. He knew that the runes would take time to heal his brother. Though they wouldn't be able to heal everything. Knowing that he sent Clary a text. She should be there any minute now if she wasn't already. She would heal him up fast. In the meantime Jonathan had things to do. He had been in the woods for an hour tracking where that Forsaken had come from. He wanted to know where Valentine was making these creatures and more importantly how many of the miserable creatures his father had created.
After another hour he finally tracked the scent to a clearing next to the mountain. There he saw what looked like twenty Forsaken. It shouldn't have surprised him that his father would stoop so low as to kill innocent mundanes to further his cause.
"Curiosity killed the cat."
Jonathan turned around and saw his father looking back at him. He hated that his father could still sneak up on him despite his enhanced skills. He looked at his father guiltily. He was probably going to get a beating for this. Valentine looked at him for a moment before shaking his head.
"Well my son, since you have come all this way you might as well make yourself useful."
"Why are you making Forsaken father? Did we not swear to protect mundanes?" Jonathan asked.
"Once you join the circle all will be revealed to you my son. Until then you are not to speak of this to anyone. Am I understood?" his father said pointedly.
"Crystal." Jonathan grunted.
"Good! Now come. It's time you made yourself useful."
Johnathan followed reluctantly.
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It was dark and the air was cool and wet. His skin felt damp. He couldn't see anything. He tried to move his arms but they were cuffed to the rock wall. He had woken up the same way yesterday. At least he thought it was yesterday. The boy tried to calm his breathing and after an hour seemed to succeed until he heard a nose. A man came in carrying a light in his hands.
"Who are you?" the boy cried out.
It was still dark and this was the first person he had seen in days. He tried to make out the man but the candle light hurt his eyes. Though it didn't seem to look like any fire he had ever seen. His clothes were dirty and stunk badly. There was no bathroom and the boy couldn't hold it forever.
The tall man walked by him without a single glance and sat down in the chair across from him. He seemed to be writing things down in book.
Was he taking notes?
"Please…" the boy begged. "Where am I and why am I here?"
The man was silent for a few minutes. Then the he stood up and finally looked at the boy.
"Well my boy. You are here to die." He smiled.
The boy's jaw dropped.
"Why?" he shivered. "What did I ever do to you?"
"Nothing." The man sighed. "You did nothing. You were just at the wrong place at the wrong time mundane."
Mundane?
The man got up from his chair. He took out a small wand and pulled up one the boys sleeves.
"Hold still. It will all be over shortly." The man whispered and placed the tip of the wand onto the boy's skin.
Everything started burning. The boy screamed and tossed his body about; withering in pain. It felt like hours passed until the burning finally stopped. The boy doubted that the man would have stood there for hours though. He stood panting trying to catch his breath as the pain subsided. The white haired man looked down at him impressively.
"Well, well. Looks like we have a strong one. I would have bet that you changed after the first mark but look at you. You're still here and you recovered in only thirty minutes. Let's be ambitious and try three more? See if you can withstand longer than the others. Just to get the job done of course." the man grinned.
"No! Please! No more!" The boy begged.
The man ignored him and placed three more marks on his arms. The boy began screaming again. The pain was horrible but the boy was a little more prepared now. More time seemed to pass but the boy couldn't focus. Everything burned. It was like his skin was crawling and threatening to fall off his body. He looked up at the man to see him looking away.
The man was looking at the entrance door where a platinum blond boy appeared or maybe he had been there the entire time; the boy wasn't sure. He couldn't hear what the man and the boy spoke about but obviously whatever it was the man was not pleased. The blonde boy looked at him with pity in his eyes before leaving them.
The exchange was enough to distract the boy momentarily from the pain and shoot him back to consciousness. After a few minutes the pain was beginning to die down again and the boy felt the fire in his veins numb. The pain was still there but it was becoming bearable. His body slumped down in exhaustion as the shackles dug into his skin.
"Why are…doing this…to me?" he gasped.
The man gasped and pushed the boy's face up to better examine it.
"Well, well, well. Who would have thought? And I was disappointed when I saw you. I thought they had brought me a skinny weakling." The man chuckled. "But now! Look at you!" the man gestured. "You have withstood more ruins than any other mundane without changing into a Forsaken! I guess looks can be deceiving."
The boy was fighting to stay conscious and it took all his concentration to comprehend the words the man was saying.
"What is your name boy?" the white haired man grinned wickedly putting the boy's glasses back on his face.
The boy seemed to pause trying to process the question. Finally the boy looked up at the man's face, now able to see him clearly through his glasses.
"Simon." The boy replied. "Simon Lewis."
And that was all he could muster before he lost consciousness.
********************************************Authors Note ******************************************
So just to clarify supposedly Jace was supposed to be named Will by his biological parents. They were going to name him after his ancestor William Herondale. Since Jace didn't grow up with the lightwoods I thought it would make more sense for that to be his middle name in this story instead of Lightwood.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Things are about to get really interesting. Let me know if you like where the story is going so far!
-Yuki