Author's Notes: Sparks sure are flying! I have to say guys, this mini fic is proving to be more fun to write than I ever thought.
Chapter Three
"More hot chocolate?" Olivia asked as she stood up from her seat. It was well into the night now, and Clary and Jace had been listening to Olivia's retelling of events for about an hour now. He explained the reason she left, which was that she couldn't bear to see Sebastian anymore and instead ran straight home.
"I'm okay, thank you." Clary smiled at the young girl.
"Ditto for me." Jace gave a thumbs up. Olivia nodded and proceeded to clear the three mugs from the table. When the coast was clear and Olivia was well out of sight and hopefully hearing range, Clary pounced.
"What are you doing?!" She half whispered and yelled.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Jace's mouth stretched into a lazy smirk.
"Oh don't even try. You know full well that this whole time, your hand has done nothing but inch closer up my leg." Clary huffed in exasperation.
"Don't tell me you don't like it." Jace pouted, giving his best puppy dog face.
"I-I never said that." Clary bit her lip before realising her point again. "However, I am still very unclear about this whole situation," She said, motioning between the two of them, "And so I think until we know for sure what's going on, we lay low. Very very low."
"I already know for sure what I want." Jace looked at her. "And it's you, Clary. Plus, Olivia's cool. She wouldn't say a word about us."
When it seemed that Clary's heart had finally quieted down from Jace just telling her he wanted her, in more than just a best friend type way, she took a deep breath and was just about to add more to their conversation when Olivia appeared. This time with a plate of cookies.
"I know you guys said you didn't want any more hot chocolate, but my mum's cookies are to die for. Really." She smiled as she positioned the plate right in front of Jace.
Jace just shrugged and dove for a cookie, chomping it down happily. Clary had to stifle laughter.
"Anyway, back to what we were talking about before. You are okay, aren't you?" Clary's tone was instantly empathetic.
"I mean I still can't believe Sebastian did that to me, but I think I'll be okay." Olivia gave a small smile.
"Let's hope Jace managed to beat some sense into him. Literally." Clary rolled her eyes. Jace swallowed his final bite and sat up straighter.
"Sebastian is a straight up ass wipe. Trust me, he'll get what's coming to him in the future. And if it were up to me, I'd still be at the front of Raphael's, beating him to a pulp." Jace shrugged.
"That was really sweet of you Jace, to step in like that. And if it weren't for you, God knows what he would have done to me." Olivia looked up at Jace, with nothing but admiration and… attraction?
Clary almost didn't catch the glint of Olivia's eyes, but she definitely saw the way her mouth turned up at the corners when Jace retold his version of the night. Did Olivia like Jace?
"Oh, right. Well, Clary was really the one to save you. I mean, she made sure you got to the car safely." Jace rubbed at the back of his neck.
"But you Jace, I mean… You just dove into action. I'm sure your girlfriend must feel safe around you." Olivia forced a smile, paying no mind to thank Clary after what Jace had just said.
"Um, I don't actually have a girlfriend." Jace managed to get out, without of course shooting Clary a small look.
"The Jace Wayland is single? Wow, I never would have guessed." Olivia had practically shoved her chair so close to Jace's, she was almost sitting in his lap.
Jace chuckled nervously before swallowing the lump in his throat. He had clearly noticed Olivia's eagerness as well, and girlfriend or not, Clary couldn't stand it anymore.
Faking what she hoped sounded like a genuine yawn, she tapped her watch and stood up. "Well, it's getting late and Jace has soccer tomorrow. We really should be going." Clary got out, abruptly pulling Jace to his feet, which resulted in Olivia almost catapulting onto the tiled floors.
"Oh, of course." Olivia fixed her hair and led the duo to her front door.
"Thanks again, Olivia." Clary nodded.
"The cookies were delicious." Jace chimed in. Olivia then handed Jace the plate of cookies, knowing he would enjoy them much more than she would.
"My mum makes a new batch every day, plus I really want to thank you, both. I might still be under Sebastian if it weren't for you." Olivia bit her lip.
"Everything will be okay, we promise." Clary and Jace said their goodbyes before sliding back into Sally, heading onto the open road.
It was about another twenty minutes before Clary's house when every street lamp shut off. At first it started with one, and then another, and then a few more, before the whole street was drenched in darkness.
"What the…" Jace muttered before pulling over. As Sally was an older, and more mature woman, her head lights weren't exactly fit for completely darkened streets.
"Must be a power outage." Jace shrugged.
"Of course, because our night wasn't already packed with buckets of excitement." Clary laughed.
"Well… it does leave the two of us alone." Jace raised an eyebrow as he unbuckled his seat belt.
"Yeah, on a pitch black road where we can't see a thing, especially murderers." Clary suggested.
"If any murderers come, I promise to let them take me before you." He laughed.
"Ha ha. Very funny." Clary crossed her arms.
"Wanna cookie? I still have heaps." Jace waggled his eyebrows as he dove for the back seat, successfully feeling out the plate of cookies in the darkness.
"I'm okay thanks. Plus, I'm sure Olivia would much rather you eat them all." Clary grumbled.
"Is someone a little jealous?" Jace's smile was enough to light up the whole street.
"In your dreams, Wayland." Clary scoffed.
"Oh you're definitely in them." Jace leant closer so his hand was making small circles on Clary's thigh.
He knew what he was doing to her, a few more traces on her leg and she might actually come undone. He leant in closer, so close she could smell his familiar scent of soap and vanilla, God he smelt amazing too.
"Jace,"
"Mmm?" He responded before Clary gave in and kissed him. It was a gentle and light kiss, one that she was sure he'd still remember, but was able to leave him wanting more. Maybe much more, because it wasn't long before Jace deepened their kiss and Clary was clambering over the gear shift, and straddling Jace's lap.
His mouth kissed down her neck, making sure to leave a hot trail of fire in his wake. She moaned his name once or twice, before Jace really couldn't take it anymore and pulled away.
"What happened? What's wrong?" Clary looked alert and nervous.
Jace was heaving and his eyes held lust and affection. "Trust me, I wanted nothing more than to keep on… going, but when you moan like that, Clary, I find it very hard to concentrate, let alone stop."
"So… you're saying you want to stop?" Clary looked confused.
"God no, but I don't want us to move too fast. And when you're on top of me, moaning my name, I'm worried that I might…" Jace trailed off.
"Go too far?" Clary offered.
"Yes, that. And I don't want to do that, especially with you!" Jace nodded.
"So you're saying that you don't want to sleep with me?" Clary raised her eyebrows.
"No! God no! I mean- no. I never said that exactly, I mean one day, I'm sure we'll… you know…. get there… but I want it to be special, because you're special." He ruffled his hair, positive that he had just dug his hole deeper.
"Jace." Clary stopped his babbling, a smile playing on her lips. "I understand what you're saying, I'm just winding you up." She shot him a devious smile.
Jace let out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding. "Thank God, Clary." She laughed before dismounting Jace's lap and sitting back down in the passenger's seat.
"So, how many people have you slept with anyway?" Clary turned to face him.
"Me? Um… how many people have you slept with?" Jace asked her.
"Whoa, whoa. We can get to me, I asked you first." Clary interjected.
"Okay. Zero." Jace finally answered.
"Zero? No one? Nada? Zilch?" Clary's mouth almost hit the ground. "That's not possible, you have a new girl every week!"
"Maybe, but I've never slept with them. I mean there's been occasions where we've done everything but the actual act, but I just see sex as something significant." Jace finally looked up at Clary, sure that he sounded mad.
"Wow, The Jace Wayland has slept with the same amount of people I have. Never thought I'd say that." Clary gave a small smile.
"Pfft, whatever. I don't come off that strong, do I?" Jace scratched his head.
"Hmm," Clary pretended to think, "Only a little."
"Everyone made assumptions about me, always thinking they knew what was the truth." Jace shrugged.
"Even me." Clary looked down at herself sadly. "I'm so sorry, you're right. I always did assume, I listened to school gossip but never to you. I never asked you Jace, I'm so sorry."
"Don't be. You did nothing wrong. It's not like I didn't deserve the reputation people gave me." Jace looked straight into the darkness.
"But you never corrected them." Clary pursed her lips. "Why is that?"
"It's going to sound really stupid."
"It won't. I promise." Clary gave him a reassuring smile.
"I knew that if people thought I was this hot shot, womanizing wonder, that I'd gain more popularity. And no matter how good my soccer skills are, the boys want a captain who's this social God or something." He shook his head in amazement, "It's nuts, I know."
"What's nuts is that they didn't pick you for your skills alone. You're great." She offered up.
"It's hard to soar like an eagle, when you're surrounded by turkeys." Jace replied. At that moment, the street slowly lit up, energy dancing from one street lamp to another.
"Power's back on. Time to get you home." Jace gave a smirk and steered the car back onto direction, his hand never wanting to leave Clary's.
It was nearing three o'clock in the morning, and both Clary and Jace were stricken with sleep. Clary insisted on bringing Jace inside for a cup of coffee to help him stay alert when the two were ambushed by Mrs Morgenstern.
"My my, what were you crazy kids up to?" She raised an eyebrow, and crossed her arms of her silk robe.
"Long story, but we're home now." Clary shot her mother a smile. "I'm just getting Jace some coffee before he drives again."
"Nonsense." Jocelyn waved her arms in the air. "Jace isn't going anywhere. It's much too late to let him drive alone, plus there was a power outage not long ago."
Clary bit back a smile. "So he'll stay the night?"
"Doesn't he always?" Jocelyn looked taken aback. It was true, Jace and Clary were certified bed sharers, but this time felt different. Jace wasn't just her best friend.
"Thank you, Mrs M. I'll just text my mum that I'm here." Jace gave a grateful smile.
"Sounds perfect. I'm off to bed. Don't forget the lights." Jocelyn kissed Clary and Jace on the forehead goodnight before heading up the stairs.
"Do you think your mum would kill me if she found out she just gave permission for her daughter to sleep in the same bed as her boyfriend?" Jace smirked.
"Boyfriend now?" Clary bit back a smile. Jace Wayland: Clary's Boyfriend. It had a ring to it.
"I'll be damned if I'm not." Jace winked at her before taking her hand in his. "Can we please go to bed? I'm knackered."
"Couldn't have said it better myself." Clary grinned as she led her best friend/boyfriend upstairs.
Author's Notes: What do you think? I don't know if I'm going to end it here just yet, but it does seem like a nice spot to stop this mini fic.
But of course, it's up to my lovely readers. I tried to listen to as many suggestions as possible, and if yours wasn't in there, I'm unbelievably sorry. Please forgive me :(
BTW, flustered Jace is my favourite!
Thanks again.
B x