"So how has the last three days been?" Hodge asked the couple in front of him.
Clary sat crossed legged, her expression stiff. She was wearing a nude colored dress suit with her hair up in a tight knot on top of her head.
Jace on the other hand, looked a little more relaxed. His tie was loose and his arms weren't crossed. This, Hodge thought, was a big plus.
"Fine," Clary said; her voice telling him that today, she was the one who didn't want to be here.
"Good, did the two of you fulfill your assignment?" he asked looking at both of them.
"Yes," again Clary only came with a one word answer.
"What did you do?" Hodge felt like he was talking to a five year old.
"Day one: we were out eating lunch together. Day two: shopping. And day three we picked out curtains. The plan was actually that we would find the curtains Wednesday, but we decided against it." it was Jace who had answered and Hodge almost wanted to clap his hands and dance around in his office.
"That sounds very good; it's nice that the two of you listened. Now, the last time we talked, you told me about how you met. Now I want you to tell me about your first date." Hodge said, looking at Jace hoping that he would tell.
Flash back
He had texted her, actually texted her. And he wanted a date.
Clary had no idea how it had happened, one moment she was trying to reach for some laundry soap while getting help from a golden angel, and now she had a date with said angel. A date in an hour and she still looked like a freaking traffic accident.
Maybe telling Isabelle to go out that night hadn't been a good idea. If Izzy had still been there Clary would have looked like a dream, not a nightmare.
Clary raced through the apartment, looking for her shoes and her hairbrush. She had already taken a shower, washed her hair and shaved her legs. But she still needed to untangle her hair, put make-up on and get dressed: all in less than an hour. Why did she have to look at the clock? That stupid little round thing was just sitting there laughing at her. It just ticked, reminding her that she needed to be ready!
She took a deep breath to calm her down. First, she needed her bush and her hairdryer. The hairdryer lay on her bed, the brush...well last time she had used it...she had brushed her hair this morning...putting her brush...
She ran to the kitchen, the brush lay ever so lovely on top of the little dining table: right beside a Cover Girl magazine and a half eaten bagel.
She took the brush and walked to her bedroom; she grabbed her hairdryer and began to tame the mop of reddish tangles on her head.
Once her hair was somewhat normal looking, she once again looked at the clock. She wanted to scream. In 20 minutes her golden god would be at her doorstep, and the only thing she was wearing was a towel, a very short towel.
She needed underwear and a dress and her shoes. Once again she ran around the apartment; first finding her left shoe, then an earring, the right shoe, her necklace, the other earring (which she found in an empty coffee mug!?) and as a finishing touch she found her favorite golden bracelet.
"Okay, now I only need to know where my underwear and dress is and the time is...I have 5 minutes!" she sighed and ran to her room to start looking for something to wear.
She finally found a little black number and black, lace underwear. Yes, she knew it was sexy, and it was supposed to be. If she got the chance to jump into bed with Jace (she couldn't help but smile when she thought of him) she would take it, because: a) it had been so long since she had last had some sexy-time and b) Jace was hot, like you could warm up a turkey hot.
The doorbell rang and Clary jumped. He was here! She squealed, gave herself a once over in the mirror, grabbed her purse, and opened the door to Mr. I-am-so-hot-you-could-get-blind-staring-at-me!
later
"You really did that?" Clary asked, her fingers plying with her wineglass.
Apparently Jace was what Clary would call a lucky man, which meant that he had money, buckets of it even. He had picked her up in a Mercedes, taken her to a fancy (expensive) restaurant and now they were drinking some fancy wine with a name Clary couldn't even pronounce.
"Please don't look so surprised," Jace said, a smile forming on his face, "I was fifteen, every fifteen year old guy would do that. I mean come on, if you had a hot sub-teacher wouldn't you do something like that to?" he asked. Clary just laughed. Jace was so down to earth and funny, of course maybe he had a little too much...confidence, but still he was easy to be with.
"So, what about you?" Jace asked, looking at her with his dark golden eyes. Clary smiled, she couldn't help but feel warm all over by those eyes.
"Well I am actually still in college," by Clary's words Jace paled.
"College?" he asked, his voice sounding slightly pained. Clary almost laughed.
"God, don't worry it's my last year. It's not like I'm eighteen." she smiled, and Jace relaxed.
"Thank god, I have already been there and if you really wouldn't mind, if I didn't have to go there again." he exhaled quickly.
"Been there, well I would love to hear that story." Clary said, but Jace just winked at her.
"Maybe some other day, but right now I would really like to know something about you. You said you are still in college: what major?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her. Clary almost rolled her eyes, everyone but her could do that damn thing with their eyebrow.
"Art, I'm studying art." she said, taking a sip from her drink.
"So what do you want to do afterward?"
"I don't know, I always wanted a gallery. My mom once had one, but when my little brother was born, she sold it so that she could stay home." Clary said. Jace stared at her his eyes boring in to hers and a smile played at his lips.
"You have siblings?" he asked curiously.
"Yes, I have two brothers; one who is 25 and one who is 16, their names are Jonathan and Luke. How about you, any siblings?" she asked.
"Yes I have a sister, she's 19 and her name is Cecily."
"Nineteen, so she must be in college right?"
"No, some model scouting thing found her, so now she's in Paris being a lingerie model." Jace said cooly.
Clary's mouth almost hit her chest, a model. His little sister was a freaking model, his parents were some big business thing and he stood in line to become a CEO for said business.
"A model?" she asked, just to be sure, because maybe she had heard wrong, maybe his sister was a waitress or something.
"Yeah, my mom was one too before she met my father, then she became a designer." Clary wanted to dig a hole and bury herself in it. Jace came from a family were money was never a problem, where beauty apparently was a birth right and where everything was glamorous and fancy. Clary came from a family, were there had always been enough money; beauty was something that her mother had and where birthdays were spent in the garden not some ballroom at the Plaza. Plus, Clary wasn't a model; she was 5'2 with a big red hair and freckles, not a Victoria's Secret Angel.
"Your sister is a freaking model?" she asked again, this time Jace smiled.
"Yes she is…you know you could be one too." he said giving her a panty dropping smirk. "Of course you would need to be a little taller though…" he winked at her this time.
"You know telling me that I could be a model is kind of the worst pick up line ever. It's on the same level as 'did it hurt when you fell down from heaven' and 'if you auditioned at the X-factor I would definitely vote for you.'" Clary said, trying not to look into his deep, deep eyes.
"You seem a little too stubborn and feisty to be from heaven and you don't seem to be the X-factor type, no offense. But seriously do I really seem like the kind of guy that would need a pick up line to get a girl into bed?" he asked his eyes focused on her lips.
She could feel her cheeks getting hot; no, Jace Herondale did not seem like the kind of guy who had ever needed a pick up line, and he was probably never going to need one.
"No, no you don't." she said looking everywhere but him.
Jace looked at her, his eyes a dark gold, smoldering and burning.
"Clare look at me" he practically pleaded.
Clary's heart almost stopped, he had giving her a freaking nickname. Jace freaking Herondale had giving her a nickname. Mr. my-sister-is-a-model-I'm-hot-and-successful had given her a nickname!
Clary looked at him, heat reaching places she didn't know she had.
"Want to get out of here?" he asked his voice low.
Clary just nodded.
End of flashback
"Sounds to me like you two had sex on your fist date!" Hodge said eyeing the couple in front of him. They suddenly looked a little uncomfortable, but Hodge was used to people reacting this way when sex came on the table.
Hodge took the silence as a yes.
"So how many times do you have sex now?" Hodge asked, looking both of them in the eye. They both looked like they had just seen their parents naked on the kitchen counter.
"What do you mean?" Jace sputtered.
"How many times a week do the two of you have sex?" Hodge asked again, this time he said it a little slower.
The couple looked at each other, then back at Hodge.
"We don't really…." Jace said trailing off.
"…have sex." Clary finished.
This surprised Hodge, the worst couples had sex at least once in a while.
"When was the last time then?" Hodge asked gently.
"Six weeks ago." Clary said; her voice cold and a little distant.
"Oh, well that is going to make the next task I have for the two of you a little more difficult." Hodge said, he looked down on his notes, then up again.
"The two of you a going to have sex," he said, "you see, first you did something together, now you are going to sleep with each other."
"So basically you are rebuilding our relationship?" Jace asked, sounding just a bit skeptic, with his posture stiff.
"Yes, you could say that, so shall we say same time Tuesday?" Hodge asked; the couple nodded.
"Great, well see you then and remember to have sex!" he called cheerfully. Hopefully this will help them…
i did it!
so i hope you all enjoyed it :) also happy new year to everybody and thanks to my AMAZING BETA for the good job :)
see ya next year
Eva