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Jordan and I were just getting onto discussing his tattoo when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turned around, full of dread, just to have Jace's golden eyes meet mine and relief washed over me.
"I best go and see where Seb has gotten too. Catch you later Clary." Jordan said, clasping my shoulder before he mingled amongst the crowd.
"Hi." I breathed, taking Jace in. He was wearing pale grey, his hands casually resting in his pockets. His golden eyes not moving from my once, his gaze soft yet intense.
"Hi." He smiled back, his eyes locked onto mine.
"I wasn't sure you were coming." I admitted, trying not to get nervous and fidget.
"I wouldn't miss it." My heart was fluttering in my chest.
"I thought you were mad at me." Jace shook his head.
"Of course not. It's not your fault. Can I get you a drink?" Jace asked as he headed towards the table, he must have noticed I was fidgeting. I nodded, finishing the last of my glass. I took the new glass in my hand, telling myself that I would drink this one slow this time. I was starting to feel a little woozy headed.
"Is there any food, at any point?" I asked. Jace laughed.
"Nice priorities there. Usually once everyone is here, we go down to the ballroom where it gets a bit livelier and I'm pretty sure there will be food there." Jace informed me. Thank god for that. "Can I just ask how does it feel to be taller?" I backhanded him in the arm, narrowing my eyes.
"It feels terrible. I feel more generic." I said sarcastically.
"I doubt you'd ever be classed as generic Clary. Shorty or not."
"You're on a full charm offensive tonight aren't you?"
"Me? I'm always charming." Jace pretended to be insulted before something caught his eye. "I should probably go and have a word with Jon. I wouldn't want him feeling left out, is that alright with you? I won't be long."
"Go ahead. I need to find Simon anyway." I smiled, ushering him off. The little boost these shoes gave me wasn't enough to try and spot Simon through the crowd. Just as I was about to start investigating, Magnus spoke to the room.
"Thank you all you beautiful people for coming! If you would like to head down to the ballroom, we'll get this party started. Don't worry Theo, there's plenty of booze down there." Magnus joked, flamboyantly gesturing with his arms. The room started to move towards the doors and I allowed myself to be swept up along with it. I could hear the music as soon as I was outside of the door, and followed along with the crowd to an even larger room. My whole house could have probably fit into it twice maybe three times over. It was like a nightclub, or how I would have imagined one to look. Flashing lights, booths, a bar, dancefloor, you name it, it was there. It was going to be even harder to find Simon in this darkness. The dancefloor was filling up and I think it was the booze I had already consumed, but I felt a sudden urge to dance. Meh – I suppose if anyone wanted me, they could find me? I headed off into the crowd and started bopping along to the music. I'm not sure how long I was out there before I received a tap on my shoulder. I span around, still dancing, Jon swimming into focus in front of me. His face was full of amusement, arms folded.
"You enjoying yourself?" He asked. I nodded. "I don't mean to put a downer on it, but can I have a word?" I followed him off the floor and out into the hallway. "I saw Sebastian earlier. Don't worry, I won't hurt him unless he gives me reason to. I just want you to be careful okay? Don't drink anything that you haven't had in your hand the whole time, don't wander off by yourself, the usual – okay?"
"I know, I know. Thanks for the heads up. I think he'll be focussed on Isabelle anyway." I commented.
"Isabelle?"
"Well they're kind of a thing at the minute – I'm surprised you haven't noticed."
"Have you told her about him?" Jon started.
"I've tried but she just thinks I'm being jealous. I've spoken to Alec and Jace about it, and we're just going to keep an eye out." Jon nodded along to what I was saying.
"You just be careful alright? You're my main priority." Jon reaffirmed.
"I will be. Promise." I smiled as he led me back into the ballroom before heading off to talk to someone else. Thankfully I spotted Simon in the middle of the dancefloor, doing his typical outrageous moves. Grabbing a couple of drinks from the table, I waded out to meet him on the dancefloor.
"Hello trouble." He embraced me as I reached him. "Another drink, you sure that's a good idea?"
"They're not that strong. I'm fine honestly." I laughed as Simon led me over towards a booth near where he had been dancing.
"This house is absolutely insane. I couldn't imagine living in a place like this, it's just crazy." Simon was rambling as we squeezed into the booth. "To think we're staying here as well, talk about feeling like royalty for a night."
"I just hope Sebastian isn't staying." I muttered as he caught my eye, dancing on the floor, spinning Isabelle in circles. Simon followed my gaze, I felt bad for him having to watch Isabelle and Sebastian together.
"You and me both." He mumbled. A slow song came on and I looked at Simon and that sad look he had on his face. Hopping to my feet, I held out my hand.
"Come on. We're dancing." I didn't have to ask him twice. He took my hands, following me onto the floor. His hands fell to my waist as I placed my hands on his shoulders. "Sorry if I step on your toes." I apologised in advance.
"We don't have to worry about that, I'm the best dancer in this place." He smirked, as we swayed back and forth. I squeezed his shoulders, laughing. He span me out in front of him, before spinning me back in, I giggled the whole time. "I think someone needs to stop your drink." He laughed down at me.
"May I cut in?" Jon was stood behind Simon. Simon quickly stepped aside letting Jon take his place. Before Simon departed, Jon whispered something in his ear. His face immediately lit up and he bounded towards a blonde girl who was dancing by herself in the middle of the floor.
"What was that all about?" I asked Jon resting my hands on his shoulders.
"I just gave him a little prompt in the right direction that's all." Jon shrugged. "Sometimes that's all people need."
"What about me, do I need a prompt?" I teased, testing the water. Jon shook his head.
"No. No prompts for you. You're not allowed to date again until you're – let me think." He shook his head side to side. "27. That sounds reasonable." I rolled my eyes at him. "25?" He offered.
"You're not funny." I punched him lightly in the chest.
"I'm only looking out for you at the end of the day." He laughed before tensing up. Sebastian and Isabelle had someone moved through the crowd so that they were dancing right next to where we were.
"Clary! You look amazing! That colour is beautiful!" Isabelle giggled, her arms wrapped around Sebastian. Jon's grip tightened ever so slightly.
"Thanks, you look fantastic. Red is definitely your colour." I commented and Isabelle beamed. She looked on top of the world, that's what made it all the worse.
"And look at you Jon! Who knew that you had clothes other than jogging bottoms?" Isabelle teased and Jon tried his hardest to put a smile on his face.
"I'm full of surprises." He said through a forced smile, looking at Sebastian head on. "Clary, didn't you say you wanted me to show you to the toilet?" I was glad that he'd changed the conversation. We bid a short goodbye to Isabelle and Sebastian before heading off to the other side of the room, Jon had left to go speak to some other friends once he'd rescued me from dancing near Sebastian. It wasn't long until Jace found me stood on the side of the dancefloor, drink in hand.
"Is this becoming a problem?" He smirked, eyebrow cocked.
"No, you just keep catching me out at the wrong times." I laughed. "Anyway, do you want to dance?"
"You dance?" He laughed. I pouted, putting my drink down.
"Fine, I'll dance by myself." I sulked towards the floor but Jace grabbed my hand pulling me back towards him.
"I'm joking Red. Of course I'll dance with you." He led me towards the floor, thankfully far away from where I'd saw Sebastian last. As soon as his hands were on my waist, my spine went numb. I wrapped my hands around his neck. He was a pretty good dancer.
"Is there anything you're not good at?" I questioned. He seemed to be weighing it up in his head.
"If there is, I haven't found it yet." He grinned.
"How did I know you would say that?"
"Why did you ask then?" He laughed, squeezing my waist gently. "How are your arms?" He asked, quietly.
"Healing. But not healed enough that I can have them out."
"They're the last ones you'll ever have."
"I hope so." I said lightly, starting to feel a little tipsy.
"Funny how we keep bumping into each other like this!" Isabelle's voice rang out as Sebastian appeared next to us.
"Speak of the devil." Jace said, looking directly at Sebastian.
"Clary, do you mind if I have this dance with my brother?" Isabelle smiled. I didn't want to let go of Jace but I had to.
"Yeah, feel free." I stepped back as Jace eyed up Sebastian suspiciously. I felt uncomfortable standing next to Sebastian as Isabelle and Jace danced before us.
"It would be rude if we didn't dance as well." Sebastian commented, brushing my side.
"I don't think so."
"What would poor Isabelle think?"
"Whatever you tell her." I muttered.
"That's right. Maybe I should tell her that you tried coming onto me?" Sebastian mused. I rolled my eyes.
"Fine, you want to dance. I'll dance with you. But I won't like it." I grumbled, following him onto the floor. He placed his hands on my hips as I rested my hands on his forearms as though protecting myself. His hands spread out along my hips, his touch alone making me squirm.
"You're so beautiful Clary." Sebastian muttered, quiet enough to not attract Jace or Isabelle's attention. He looked as though he was about to say something else when the music suddenly cut out and the lights flickered back on. Magnus was on a little podium at the front of the room, microphone in his hand. I sprung away from him as soon as the opportunity was presented to me.
"Sorry to interrupt the fun everyone, but I have some important news. Actually – it's the reason I've gathered you all here tonight. I don't usually need a reason to host a party, but hey I'm rambling. Sorry. Back to the matter at hand. Where is my beloved? Oh there you are, can you join me on the stage a moment darling." The crowd parted as Alec walked forward and hopped onto the stage next to Magnus, a bemused look on his face. Once he was on the stage, Magnus beckoned him forth. "As most of you know, Alec is the love of my life. He is everything that I've ever wanted and so much more than that. He is my life's greatest achievement and I treasure every moment I've ever had with him. Every moment that I am destined to have with him. Alec." Magnus dropped to one knee and the entire room seemed to hold its breath. Isabelle let out a small scream, Jace wolf-whistled. Alec seemed to be shaking from head to toe. "Alec, would you do me the greatest honour of allowing me to be your husband?" Alec mouthed the word 'Yes', the room bursting into applause. The music restarted as Alec and Magnus locked lips on the podium. Thankfully the slow dances were over, the music comprised now of high energy dance tracks, meaning I didn't have to touch Sebastian again. Over the course of Magnus' speech, Jace had moved in behind me.
"Want to get out of here for a little bit?" Jace whispered against my ear, and I nodded. I wasn't sure where Jace had in mind but anywhere was better than here. A couple of corridors and staircases later, Jace led me into a room that was one of my dreams come true. The most beautiful intricate pictures decorated every wall, desks laden with books covering every inch of the floor.
"Are you alright after that? Dancing with King Creep that is?" Jace asked, pressing the door closed.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I smiled, making a mental note to grab some food when we back down to the hall.
"And you're sure about that?" Jace questioned as he walked over to where I was stood.
"Uh – yeah?" I said, puzzled.
"Good." I barely had a chance to process what Jace had said as his lips crashed into mine, sending me staggering backwards. My legs slammed into the desk behind me, as I wrapped my hands around Jace's neck, kissing him back with unrivalled passion. Jace's hands fell down to my butt, lifting me up with ease, placing me on the desk behind me before cupping my face with his hands.
"What – if someone – walks in?" I breathed as Jace kissed along my jawline. I could feel his mouth smiling against me.
"I – locked – the – door." He said between delivering kisses down my throat before coming back up to my lips. I couldn't hear the music from downstairs anymore all I could hear was the pounding of my heart in my ears as Jace's hands fell to my legs, stroking the outside of my thighs. Allowing his tongue into my mouth, I grabbed handfuls of his jacket pulling him as close into me as I could manage. Jace started teasing me, gently sucking on my lower lip, pulling just far enough back from me so that I couldn't kiss him.
"You're such a tease." I moaned as Jace pulled back, letting go of my lips, straightening up his jacket.
"Well, I've got to keep it interesting." He smirked, hoisting himself onto the desk next to me.
"That's how it is, is it?" I pouted, hopping down from the desk and nearly losing my balance in the process. "I'll play hard to get from now on then, if you want 'interesting'." I headed towards the door, unlocking it and going to open it. Before I had a chance to pull it completely open, Jace's hand slammed into it, pressing it shut once more and turning the lock.
"I don't think you want to play that game Red." He growled against my hair, his teeth lightly grazing my ear.
"I'm not playing any game, I'm just not letting you get what you want so easily." I tried to hide my grin against the door, the shivers up my spine doubling.
"And why would you do something silly like that?" He muttered, his breath hot and heavy. I could feel his body pressed up against me. I giggled.
"Because it's funny." I managed to say before Jace turned me around to face him. His eyes were alight as he looked at me with an amused look on his face.
"Do you know what happens if you poke a hornet's nest Clary?" Jace asked, looking at me seriously. I shrugged, taken off-guard. His smile returned as his hands fell to my lower back once more. "You get stung." Just as I was about to question what he meant, his arms lifted me up against the door until I was pressed between it and his body, my legs having nowhere to go but around him. His lips sought out mine once more, his hand on the back of my head as he kissed me deeply. My hands fell to his shoulder blades, as I held him tightly, a mixture of passion and fear of falling from where I was wedged. He let out a small moan, against my lips as he pressed his hips firmly against my own. A small gasp escaped my lips as Jace's hands returned to my back lowering me back to my feet.
"So what have we learnt?" He laughed, rubbing my cheek lightly with his fingertips.
"Uh – hornet's. Uh – you'll get pok- I mean stung." I bumbled, my mind like jelly, a mixture of what had just occurred and the alcohol. Jace laughed at me, straightening out my dress for me.
"Something like that, maybe you need another lesson." He smirked, kissing my nose. "But we'll get to that later, I don't want to keep you from the party for too long. After you." Jace smiled, holding the door open for me.
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