Sorry I haven't posted in a while... but I've been busy. These Marvel and Star Wars action figures weren't going to battle themselves.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Mortal Instruments. I just make Clary have really amazing internal monologues.


-Clary Fray-

I roll over in my bed, refusing to open my eyes. Jonathan and I woke up just as Tank Girl ended, and then went up to our separate rooms to sleep. There's a horrid noise coming from downstairs, and I know Jonathan has just gotten back from his morning run. Even in the snow, he's out running, like a freak.

I groan, and pull my pillow over my head to muffle the sound of Jonathan's Devil, ahem, dubstep music. I should have known he was a Satanist. No one is that attractive without selling their soul to Lucifer. The music gets louder, suddenly, which forces me out of bed. Jonathan smiles innocently from the kitchen with, again, no shirt. "Problem?"

"Could you not?" I call, over the horrendous noise. Who thought dubstep would be a good idea? That person deserves to be burned at the stake, but I digress. No one should make noise in the morning, unless they're asking me to punch them in the face. In which case, I'd be glad to.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Jonathan lies.

"Turn the music off!" I demand. "I was sleeping."

"I know." He admits. "I was trying to wake you up." Stop being attractive, while I'm trying to be mad at you…

"Why?" I groan.

He raises one eyebrow, and smirks at me. My insides knot up, and I can't breathe. He's too cute. I can't even be annoyed that he woke me up. "There's something I wanted to do last night, but I was nervous."

"What's that?"

I don't even see him coming, before Jonathan's mouth presses down on mine. It's slow and soft, even with the heavy noise of Placebo playing in the kitchen. Some part of me is eternally grateful that the song switched, before he kissed me. I don't want to have this memory with shitty music in the background. The kiss is unexpected, on my behalf. Jonathan is gentle and patient, while I'm filled to the brim with clumsy, nervous apprehension. I'd always thought that the anticipation was a crucial part of kissing. Watching them lean toward you, looking into each other's eyes, knowing what comes next. I was wrong. Kissing Jonathan is a delicious surprise.

Jonathan pulls back, just slightly, so our lips are barely touching. My eyes flutter shut, and my lips open. His tongue works its way past my parted lips, testing the waters, so to speak. I stand on my tiptoes, to get closer to him. I finally get to feel his abs, like I've wanted to do since the first time I saw him. Both of my hands slide up his chest, around his shoulders, and into his hair. He grunts, backing me into the wall, grinding his hips against me. The slow, gentle kiss is gone, and I'm not complaining about the more aggressive side of Jon.

He lifts me off the ground, and feet lock together behind his back, holding his pelvis against mine. Jonathan rolls his hips again, and mine respond in kind, tilting toward him. He's already shirtless, so if he wanted to remove his pants, I wouldn't see any problem with that… For science, of course. Yes. Pants are entirely optional, right now. Get with the times, Jonathan.

My mother warned me about drugs in the streets, but never about the ones with black eyes and a steady heartbeat.


Valentine and my mother came home around 6, and Valentine stole Jonathan away to go Christmas shopping. Christmas Eve is tomorrow, and they're just now doing their shopping. Typical Valentine, waiting until the last minute. I'm bored out of my skull, so I pull out my phone to text Jace.

Clary: Dude.

Jace: Dude.

Clary: Bro.

Jace: Broseph.

Clary: Broski.

Jace: BROHAMMY.

Clary: BROTESTICAL.

Jace: BROOBY.

Clary: BROBOOTY.

Jace: BROCEIDON, GOD OF THE BROCEAN.

Clary: You win.

Jace: I always win. Clary slavery starts tomorrow. For 24 hours, you're mine, Bo-Bina.

Clary: Bo-Peep's got nothing on me.

Jace: Prepare for the worst day of your life, Fray.

Clary: I have a confession to make.

Jace: Yeah?

Clary: I want to do bad things to you. ;)

Jace: You've got my attention. Like what?

Clary: Break your fucking neck.

Jace: I was hoping for a far more depraved answer than that.

I laugh out loud and I'm about to tell him to come over, when my mother walks in. "Hey, Sweetie." She hands me a cup of coffee.

I let the phone drop into my lap, and take the mug from her. "Hi, mom."

"How was your weekend? I'm sorry we couldn't make it back. I hate leaving you all alone." I roll my eyes, internally, but don't let the sweet smile fall from my face. I love it when she leaves me alone.

How was my weekend? Well, I made out with both Jordan and Jonathan within the span of 24 hours, Jace almost went down on Jon, Jonathan and I were dry humping in the kitchen and Magnus pissed on a sock. I can't tell my mother any of these things though, so I just say "Jon and I watched movies, and he made me waffles."

Her emerald eyes roll, exaggeratedly. "Of course he did. And how is Jace?"

I shift all of my hair to one side, because it's annoying me. "Well, I lost a bet with him, so I have to be his slave tomorrow." I bring the mug she brought up to my lips, and nearly choke on the fowl flavor. What did she put in this? Penis? "Gross! What is this?"

"It's tea." She defends.

"Oh." I don't complain, but I place the tea on my night stand, where it will get cold until I dump it out while my mother is not looking. Coffee, coffee, coffee. Tea is for losers.

"What was your bet with Jace?"

I shrug. "He said Max had a crush on me. I said he didn't. We made a bet, and then Max said he wanted to marry me, so now I have to do Jace's laundry and clip his toenails, or something."


I ended up ditching the tea, and drinking like forty-seven cups of coffee instead. As a result, I'm laying my bed, wide awake at two in the morning. Caffeine, why have you forsaken me? My feet his the carpet silently, though I know my mother and Valentine won't hear me moving around, since their room is all the way downstairs. I knock lightly on Jonathan's door, just to see if he's awake. It's not loud enough to bother him if he's sleeping, but I'm sure he'd hear me if he's awake.

I hear movement coming from behind the door, and then is slowly swings open. The moonlight streams in through his window, and makes his hair glow. He is in his sleeping attire, which consists of a pair of black track shorts, and a t-shirt. "Are you alright?" He asks, looking me up and down. Blood rushes to my cheeks, when his eyes linger around my exposed thighs. Shorts were a bad idea.

"I can't sleep. I wanted to see if you were awake."

He smirks. "I'm awake. Would you like to come in?"

"Yes, please." Jon steps aside, and I enter his room for the first time. There are clothes on the floor, and an open notebook on his bed. I interrupted him, while he was writing. "Were you writing?" I ask.

Jonathan closes the notebook, and tosses it onto the floor. He's obviously very organized. "Yeah, I was."

"I'm sorry." I mutter. "I didn't mean to interrupt you. I can go."

"Stay." He commands. "I wanted to see you, anyways." He sits down on the edge of his bed, and pulls me into his lap. I blush. "So, how was your day?"

"Boring as all get out. How was shopping with your dad?"

"Awkward…"

"Awkward?"

Jon chuckles. "He gave me the sex talk."

I deadpan. "What." Fuck. Does he know we kissed? Does my mom know? Is that why she was punishing me with tea?

"I don't know. He asked if I had a girlfriend, and I said no. Then he started talking about unprotected sex, and he said something like 'wrap up before you shack up'." I choke. Oh my God, I can't. Valentine is amazing. I try not to laugh, but there's no way to choke back the fit of giggles that attack me. Jonathan smirks. "Not funny."

"It's undeniably hilarious." Jonathan glares at me, and I stick my tongue out at him, because I am an adult in the truest form.

He shakes his head, and moves the hair away from my face. "You're so pretty." He admires, letting his fingertips graze my cheekbone. I bite my lip. No one besides my mother, Jace and Izzy has ever called me pretty, before. What do I do? Do I tell him he's pretty, too? No. That can't be right.

"You're not so bad, either." I try to play it cool, but who am I kidding? I'd hit that.

He shakes his head, and presses his forehead against mine. I want to kiss him again, but I'm not sure if we're still doing that, or if it was a one-time thing. Which is why I'm pleasantly surprised when he leans in to kiss me. Just like before, he starts out slow, moving his hand down my back. I feel his fingertips brush against my bare skin, beneath my shirt, but make no move to stop him. I let my hands wander over his chest, and then down under his t-shirt. He gasps when my cold hands come in contact with his skin.

Jon flips us over, so we're lying on the bed with him hovering above me, without breaking the kiss. When he reaches up my shirt, I think about stopping him, but then I decide that I want this. I want him. My hands tug at the hem of his shirt, indicating that I want him to remove it. Shirts are not invited to this party. Jonathan, thankfully, takes the hint and tosses his shirt into a pile of laundry on the floor. This boy needs to clean his room, but now isn't the time to be thinking about that, Clary. Gah, there's a hot shirtless guy on top of you. Focus, Bo-Bina.

Jon's hands trail up my sides, taking my shirt up with it. He's almost reached the bottom of my bra, when my phone rings. Loudly. Jon jerks back, landing on his knees in front of me. I just stare at him, until he hands me the phone, which had fallen from my pocket onto his bed. "Answer it. It could be important."

I nod, and try not to look at his chest. I was just getting into that… I glance at the phone, which is still ringing in my hand. Jace. "This better be important, Herondale." I groan, into the phone.

"Am I interrupting something?" He asks, casually.

"Maybe. What's up?"

Jace sighs. "Max had a nightmare, and he's asking for you." My annoyance at being interrupted is gone, suddenly. "Can you come over for a few minutes?"

I glance at Jon, who's watching me with spotlight curiosity. "Tell Max I'll be there in a few minutes."


I used all of my stealth skills to sneak out of the house, without alerting my mother or Valentine. "Hey Max." I say softly, sinking onto the edge of his bed.

Hesitantly, he comes out from under the blanket where he'd been hiding when I came in. "Clary?"

"Yeah, sweetie. It's me."

"Thanks for coming." Isabelle whispers, from the doorway. I just nod at her, before she disappears down the hallway.

Jace places his hand on my back. "Are you going to tell Clary about your dream?"

Max stiffens. "They were killing you, and I couldn't make them stop."

"Who?" I ask.

"Monsters."

I smooth Max's hair down, and pull him into a hug. "I'm here. Nothing bad is going to happen."

His thin arms wrap around me, and he rests his cheek on my shoulder. "Jace, will you look under the bed?"

Jace smirks. "Of course." He crosses the room, and leans down, lifting the bed skirt up. "Everything is fine, Max. There aren't any monst-" He stops abruptly and starts screaming, thrashing around violently. Max and I both jump out of our skins. "IT'S CHEWING ON MY FLESH." He exclaims, and that's when I realize what he's doing. Jace is my best friend, but he's an asshole sometimes. "I'm kidding Max." Max relaxes. "Monsters only eat little kids."

Max stiffens again, and squeezes me closer to him. "Clary!"

"Jace!" I hiss, even though I'm forced to admit… It's pretty funny.

Jace chuckles. "I'm kidding, Max. There's no monster. You're perfectly safe, and if you're still afraid, you can sleep in my room with me." Max nods, his eyes still wide with shock and fear. "Alright, Maxy Pad. Bring your teddy bear."


Sigh. Again, I'm sorry that I haven't updated for like... 18 days.

-IWriteNaked