Clary got lost in herself, in him. Kissing him made her feel as though she was ona rollercoaster as it was going down. Her hands were around his neck, bringing him closer and his were around her waist.

It wasn't private, by any means and afterwards Clary might think so much she'd start to regret it but it felt nice. Even when he added tongue to the mix, which she never expected liking that much.

It was a few minutes in that Jace broke off, breathing hard. "Come with me, I won't try anything you don't want I promise but this isn't exactly the best place to kiss." Clary could have used that opportunity to leave, to slap him or whatever but instead
she just nodded.

He pulled himself out of the water beside her, and she eyed the muscles in his arms and back as he did. He helped her up before grabbing a towel from a chair and wrapping it around her. Funnily enough he guided her to the locker room, females.

He joked that he bet the females was cleaner, Clary could only a muster a short laugh given how much she wanted to kiss him on the way there. He dragged her into one of the shower stalls, closing the curtain behind them.

As he turned torward her, Clary in many ways felt like prey and predator, because while he was only looking at her eyes Jace's stature was intimidating and incredibly hot.

Clary gripped something metal behind her and turned it to warm, not to hot but not cold either. The water rained down on Jace, causing Clary to laugh and he took a step closer. He wiped the hair from his eyes and grinned down at her. "Do that again."

"Do what?" Clary thought about turning the water cold but hiscloseness blew away the thoughts.

"Laugh." He whispered, truly he looked starstruck by her. It was ridiculous, she and Jace had never spoken more than two sentences to each other-ever.

Clary got close to him andlooked up at him, as if she were a five year old in a joking manner. "Has anyone ever told you, you can't just laugh on command?" Jace rolled his eyes.

"I do it on command a lot." Clary remembered the way he laughed earlier, and hoped that wasn't forced.

"Real laughing is always better." She paused and wrapped her arms around his neck as much as she could. "But you know what's the best?" She asked him.

Jace lowered his mouth to her ear and whispered "Maybe you should show me." Clary felt chills running down her back. She knew Jace noticed because next thing she knew, he ran the tips of his fingers along the dip in her spine.

Clary was about to kiss him, but she felt his lips lock onto her neck just on the skin beneath her ear. A soft sigh escaped her mouth, urging him on while he began to lightly kiss the area. Another five seconds and he began sucking, causing Clary to jut
her hips out to meet his.

He hummed in content, and the prior joking air has dissipated. It was replaced by something much hotter.

The hands that were resting at the base of her back ran past her bum, only giving it a light squeeze before moving to the back of her thighs where he brought them up around his waist. The sucking on her neck turned to a light bite before he soothed the
ache with his lips.

Clary let a curse fall from her mouth before she tore his lips away from her neck and brought them home. Clary grinded on his hips, moaning into the kiss and Jace only replied with a light thrust.

Jace broke away lightly, just enough to stop the kissing to talk but their lips were still touching. "You need to let me know if ever there is any point you want me to stop. Okay?" His eyes locked on hers and she felt bold.

She grabbed one of his hands that was resting under her thigh, she tightened her hold on his waist with her thighs. She brought his hand right to where she had wanted him this whole time. "Does it feel-" Clary paused at how good it felt, getting friction.

She finally got used to it enough to finish her sentence"Does it feel like I want you to stop?" Jace's eyes darkened.

"Still." Jace said once before latching his lips onto hers and diving his tongue into her mouth. His fingers rubbed hard against her and Clary's eyes rolled into the back of her head.

When they were in art class last year, Clary always thought his hands were meant for playing a piano. He had long fingers, large palms, she had wanted to draw them. Now Jace was drawing doodles with them, on her.

He was playing her, one push there and one sound would fall out of her. Then he slid a finger inside her, and she wanted to slam her knees shut, just to keep his hand there forever. "I want to taste you" Jace whispered heavily.

"I want to eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner." He told her against her neck, pressing chaste kisses here and there. "But can I just have dessert?" Jace asked and Clary wanted to tell him he could have it all.

Instead, she just nodded. She let him take her out of the shower and lay her down on one of the benches in the locker room. Jace pulled her gently to the end and looked up at her for permission.

She pulled her bikini bottoms off and opened her legs. Jace guided one leg over his shoulder and the other on the other side, and he pressed kisses onto the inside of her thigh.

She gasped when he blew ontothe place his fingers had been. She jumped when he pressed a kiss there, and she seized when he opened his mouth.

She didn't know that someone was watching every twitch she made, heard every gasp that echoed. She didn't know that she was being recorded. Not even when she repeated a similar gesture for Jace.

Jace had just been about to walk Clary home when they heard the scream. They were fully clothed, so they ran out to the pool, minding the water. Instead of finding any blood or anyone hurt, they found Alec.

Alec was gaping in horror as Isabelle dove under the water to fix herself and Simon pulled his shorts up. Clary snorted. She wondered if Simon was getting a handjob, blowjob, or laid. Or who knows, all three were possible.

Alec stomped out of the room, screaming about how he needed to boil his eyes and Clary began laughing. Really really hard. Jace laughed once with her before telling them they needed to head home. Isabelle seemed happy when she perked her head out of the
water.

Clary was particularly happy come Monday morning, which made Simon suspicious. They were in first period together, American History and Simon was scrutinizing her every move. "Jeez lay off would you?"

Despite the rude words, Clary was still grinning slightly as she said it. Said reason for the grin was seated two pairs behind them with Sebastian Verlac. She liked to imagine it was Jace's eyes she could feel on her back, she never turned around to find
out.

"You screwed Herondale didn't you?" Simon spoke rather frankly, and Clary's mood turned sour. She rolled her eyes.

"I didn't screw anyone." She huffed and Simon layed his head on his hand, still eying her.

"You did something with him." Simon finished and Clary turned her head. "Oh my god you did." Clary turned on him quickly.

"And you did something with Isabelle Lightwood but you don't see me interrogating you! Honestly men in society feel like they must know about a woman'slove life but keep theirs a secret? What kind of stupidity-"

Simon held his hands up in surrender. Clary stoppedwitha sneer. "I'm a hormonal teenage boy, you are different." He defended his thoughts for a second.

Clary scoffed. "Yeah, I'm a hormonal teenage girl." Simon sighed, sincerely hoping no one was listening in on their conversation.

"But you're Clary!" Simon thrust his hands out, trying to force his point.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Clary seemed offended.

"You don't do that stuff! I mean that was your first kiss in the pool!" Simon said a little loudly at bad time when everyone had stopped talking all at once. Clary's face turned beet red, with embarrassment or anger, Simon had no idea.

Simon glanced around the room, noting Jace's furrowed brows and Sebastian's amused expression. "Don't you people have something better to do?" Everyone turned their head back to their partners, aside from Jace.

Jace was staring at the back of Clary's head but Sebastian got his attention and he didn't spare another glance at her. "I am going to murder you." Clary seethed.

Simon shrugged his shoulders. "Jace took Kaelie's first kiss and virginity, why should he care that he took one of yours?" Clary glared at him.

"Kaelie was also Jace's first kiss and virginity so it was okay." The pencil in her hand broke and she got up to toss the pieces away. Only then did she discover she had several splinters.

"Hey, are you okay?" While trying to get one of the splinters out, Jace had walked up beside her and asked her. Clary showed him her hand and he hissed at the sight for her pain.

"I was mostly talking about Simon blurting that shit out but yeah that's pretty bad as well." Jace muttered while he tried to get one out, succeeding at the end of his sentence.

"You... you aren't mad?" Clary asked quietly and Jace plucked another out.

"If I expect you to tell me your history, or lack there of, then I'd have to tell you mine. It might have been better if you told me though-I could have made it slower." He paused. "Gentler."

Clary bit her tongue as he pulled the last one out and she finally looked up at him. "I didn't want slow or gentle, I wanted you." She cleared her throat. "I want you." A small smile graced his face.

"I want you too Fray." He finished before going back to his seat and ignoring the the rest of the class's eyes on his back. Clary let out a deepbreath.

There goes all of those years avoiding him, avoiding the inevitable it seemed.