riley207: (your username shows up on my predictive typing, jsyk) Yay, I'm funny! Haha. I'm thinking about writing more like that. This whole story is pretty intense so I'd like to write lighter chapters and chapters that show Clary and Jace can kinda get on.
jesssmith123xxx: That was so blunt, I love it.
YayitsCaroline: Hahaha, yeah in her own way.
Daire123: of course I read your ideas! I read every review I get. And thank you, that means a lot. Yeah, I try to make Magnus witty (idk whether it's working) because that's how he is in the books. That's great to hear!
Crazypoptartdude: Haha okay. You've guessed right before so you probably know haha. Ahhh, I really like the idea of jealous Jace, I'm definitely using that. Ooooh, maybe she does, maybe not.
JACEPOV
This is it. I was standing outside Clary's room rocking back on my heels, rubbing my sweaty hands together and staring at her closed door. Why the fuck was I so nervous? I had done this plenty of times. Well, not this. It was definitely different this time but I'd fucked someone more times than I can count so, why was my heart beating as fast as a hummingbird's?
I looked at my watch. 9pm. I'd been standing outside her bedroom since 8pm working up the courage. Christ, what is up with me lately? Suck it up, Herondale. You can do this.
Plastering on my sex smirk, I knocked on her door and after a few seconds she opened it. I was greeted by Clary looking slightly annoyed and drying her hands on a towel. I suspected she was cleaning up after painting.
"What?" She asked sharply. As usual, we were off to a fabulous start. "I was painting. You interrupted."
"Are you going to continue speaking broken up like that because I imagine it'll get rather irritating." I think I have sarcasm Tourettes. That's a thing, right?
Clary rolled her eyes and went to slam the door without replying but I stuck my foot in the way- which really fucking hurt.
"My bad, doll face. Can I come in?"
She huffed. "Sure."
I followed her in and saw the back of another canvas. A slightly bigger one and this one had a cover draped over it. I pointed to it. "What's this?"
She moved so she was standing between me and the canvas. "A canvas." She didn't miss a beat, this one.
"Yes, thank you. I mean, what are you painting?" Clary suddenly shuffled awkwardly on her feet then shook her head.
"Nothing... I mean, I haven't started it yet."
I got suspicious. "You clearly have."
"Have not."
"Show me."
We stared at each other for a good while. Gold clashing with green until I blinked. She smiled. "You blinked."
I rolled my eyes. "Show me the damn painting."
"No."
"Stop being so fucking stubborn!"
"No!"
"Listen, you're like half my size. I could pick you up and move you so it's better you show me willingly."
She sighed and I heard her mumble "I'm never going to live this down" and I wasn't sure whether she meant the painting or giving in to me.
She beckoned me towards her and I followed her to the front of the canvas so we stood side by side. She hesitated before pulling the cover off. And what I saw stunned me.
It was me. Me. She'd taken time out of her day to paint me. And I was an angel. It was all golds and yellows and white. What?
She touched my face on the painting. "I can never get your face right." She murmured. "I decided to paint it thinking it would improve since I'm prefer painting than drawing but..." She trailed off and shook her head, reaching up to scratch her cheek and ended up smearing gold on it unconsciously.
I looked down at her, awed. She thinks it's bad?! "Clary, this is... just... amazing. It's incredible."
She looked up at me sceptically. "Really?"
"Really!"
"Don't you think it's weird that I paint you?" I had never seen this Clary; so worried, so self-conscious.
"Of course not. If anything, I'm honoured." I leaned closer to her and used my thumb to wipe the paint off her cheek. "Gold suits you."
"Does it now?"
My hand was now cupping the side of her face. "Mmhm." I caught her licking her lips and so I kissed her. I heard her inhale slightly but sharply and it felt good to be one who instigated it, not her. It felt even better to feel her tongue against mine again. Her tongue exploring my mouth and vice versa. Noting how she particularly liked when I ran my tongue along her teeth.
My hand ran down to grab her waist with my other hand to draw her closer as her hands tangled in my hair, grasping at the roots. I was leaning down and she was on her tiptoes, so to make things easier for us both I picked her up and her legs wrapped around my waist. God, she was so delicate, so small but she was still strong and brave. What a weird balance.
I laid her down on the bed and she released my hair to tug on the hem of my t shirt. Obliging, I quickly took it off and threw it somewhere, not bothering to look or fold it like I usually did. I shook my hair out and she sat up, reaching her hand out and putting it flat against my abs.
She went up on her knees and pushed me so I lay down. I moved back up to the pillows, which smelt like Clary. She ducked down to kiss me, just a sweet peck before kissing along my jawline. She stopped the kissing and sat on my hips- just above my hard on, to my chagrin- and just ran her hands over my torso. The longer she did it, the more my breathing sped up. She traced every scar- mainly from fighting, I was praying she didn't ask to see my back because no one had ever seen the whip scars- with her index finger and kissed every one as well.
"Clary," I whispered through laboured breaths. How could such simple touches be this effective? "Do you take this much time with other casual fucks?"
Clary looked up at me and smirked. "Why? Would you be jealous if I did?"
"No." I said sternly although the way my fingers tightened on her hips betrayed me. As did the possessive fire that flared up inside me.
Clary chuckled softly and whispered. "No, I don't take this much time usually."
"Then why are you taking this much time with me?"
Clary ducked her head to kiss a scar next to my nipple- which caused me to gasp quietly- then looked at me again and smiled softly. "I have no fucking idea."
I placed a hand on the back of her neck and brought her head down until her lips met mine in a passionate kiss. This is not a quick fuck, you prick, and you know it. Shut up, brain.
Testing the waters, I slowly lifted the bottom of her t-shirt up and, to my relief, she gave permission by taking it off herself.
My breathing had slowed down slightly but as soon as I saw her shirtless, it picked up again. Her skin was like porcelain and the black lace bra that she wore stood out even more on her fair skin. And her body. She didn't have big breasts, which I didn't mind, but they were perfect. (AN This was the point where a voice it my head went "Danni whY THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IT FROM A GUY'S POINT OF VIEW?" and the only answer I could think of was that I had no experience either way so it didn't really matter which gender I write as). Perfect on her. I reached out to trace the path between her breasts and she shivered slightly. It was good to know she knew how I felt right now.
Flipping her over, I made quick work of both of our jeans and underwear (although I spent a good proportion of that time admiring Clary). After a quick rustle of foil and latex, I entered her and fell into ecstasy.
That's the closest you're getting to lemon you dirty fuckers.
New York City. He had a city. The raven-haired boy had turned out to be fairly useful but the Sire had a feeling he was hiding something. If he was and the Sire found out, his head would be on a stick.
Running his lean fingers through his white-blonde hair, he sat back. He knew he would find what he wanted but he was getting impatient. Possessions should always be returned to the rightful owner.
JACEPOV
Clary was fast asleep now; her head on my chest and her arm flung across my torso. My hand was stroking the upper part of her arm that was across my torso and my other hand was tangled in her hair. I was lying on my back staring at the ceiling.
Clary dozed off soon after we... finished. I, meanwhile, can't sleep. There are so many thoughts wreaking havoc in my head. Why was I feeling so guilty for this? Why was I enjoying cuddling after? I don't cuddle. In fact, this is the first time I've stayed with the girl afterwards. God, my plan seemed so straightforward. Now I just feel like a right dick for planning at all. But why do I still want more?! Why has this feeling intensified?! When she fell asleep on my chest the first thing I thought was 'I can't wait to wake up next to her tomorrow morning'. That isn't me! Usually I can't get out of a room quick enough afterwards but with Clary, I just hoped she was tired enough to fall asleep straight away so she didn't kick me out. That's another thing. Clary. What does she think of all of this?
"She thinks that you should shut up and go to sleep." came a tired voice from my chest.
I wrote this all in like 2 hours and I don't know why because usually I write a little then leave it then go back and write a little more and so on. It's currently 3am, I am tired as fuck so if some sentences don't make sense... I don't care. Peaceskies.