AthenaLesage: thanks
Crazypoptartdude: YAY THANK YOU. I wasn't planning on writing Jace as that after, thankfully, it'd probably make me angry hah. I hate that too. Haha he'll keep on popping up. I think you should try writing! I'd be more than willing to give you help in the writing area.
YayitsCaroline: That's me 24/7 hahaha.
Daire123: It is fun to write Magnus's lines (although I don't feel very good at writing in his POV). Magnus is always a tricky character for me because he's similar to how he is in the books in this fic (more similar to his actual character than others are) so I want to reflect his personality but at the same time I want to make him my own. I don't know about perfect but thank you so much haha. You'll find out how much she heard in this chapter, don't worry. Yes, the cuddling! Baby steps.
Liss3100: haha glad to hear it. I can only vaguely remember uploading this, that's how tired (and, yes, sleep deprived) I was.
Guest: **lil spoiler for this chapter** Jace will see her whip scars but in a different way.
riley207: yes! They did the dooooo.
jesssmith123xxx: me too
JACEPOV
"She thinks that you should shut up and go to sleep." came a tired voice from my chest.
"Did I wake you?" I asked. To be honest, I felt quite nervous now she had woken up and not because she'd heard me. It meant she was awake and could kick me out.
"Yes. And I'm not happy now sleep." She moved her arm so her hand was resting on my shoulder and moved up my body slightly to bury her face in my neck. Okay, so this is not kicking me out.
"How much did you hear?" I pressed.
She exhaled, clearly annoyed with me waking her. Her voice came muffled against my neck but I could still hear her clearly. "I heard you say something about hoping I fell asleep so I didn't kick you out."
Wow, I'm an idiot. "And, uh," I cleared my throat. "How do you feel about that?"
"I feel that you're a good pillow."
"Clary be serious."
"I am. You do make a great pillow."
I tutted, wishing she'd take it seriously. "Listen Jace," she said hearing my tut. "We'll talk about this in the morning, okay? Right now, I want to sleep."
I nodded. "With me?"
She smiled against my neck. "With you." she whispered as confirmation.
I smiled too and kissed her hair before falling into a peaceful sleep.
I really wish I had drawn the curtains. Clary was still asleep on my chest- her eyes were sheilded by my neck. My eyes were being attacked by the sunlight Rubbing my eyes I looked at the clock on the bed stand. 7am. Great.
Clary started fidgeting in her sleep. Her legs moved about so much, the sheets that were nearly reaching her shoulders before now were at her waist. I didn't want to wake her up but she was having a nightmare so I resolved that I should try to soothe her in her sleep.
I reached out to rub her bare back and she stopped squirming but stayed asleep, relaxing against me. I froze and looked down. Scars? From whips? I'd know whip scars anywhere, I have plenty from that one day. I shook Clary to wake her up.
She blinked sleepily at me. "What have I told you about waki-"
"What happened to your back?" My voice came out steadier than I was feeling. I couldn't fathom why someone would whip this beautiful girl.
She immediately sat up so her back was away from me. "That is none of your business."
I sat up, too, and we were facing each other. "Those are whip scars, Clary. Who did that to you?!"
"It's none of you bus-"
Rage built inside me but not against Clary. Against the bastard who did that to her. "YOU TOLD ME THAT, CLARY. I DON'T CARE. TELL ME WHO DID IT."
"MY FATHER." She got off the bed, grabbed a towel and walked away. I heard the bathroom door slam shut.
I felt sick. My father did that to me but I beat him in training. Ever since I was little, the main rule was to never try to beat him. I deserved that. I didn't count him as my father. I've never had one, so I say. But to think that a father that someone was attached to, that someone loved as their father, would do that was numbing.
I put my boxers on and gingerly knocked on the bathroom door. "Clary?"
I could hear the shower and she either couldn't hear me or was ignoring me. I suspected it was the latter.
I knocked hard. "Clary."
"Go away."
I sat down outside the door. "No."
I heard her sigh but that was the only response. So I sat and waited.
1 hour later and Clary emerged in just the towel which was very distracting. I stood up quickly.
"Clary-"
"Leave it, Jace." She walked past me into her room so I followed.
"Talk to me."
She had her back to me but I could tell that she was rolling her eyes. "My dad hated me so he hit me. So what?" My mind flashed back to that time we got high and she asked me why her dad hated her. "Now, get out. I want to get changed." she said bitterly.
"You didn't seem that shy in getting naked last night." I said just as bitterly. It was mean, I know, but she gets me so angry.
"Yeah, well, that was a mistake." Wow, that stung. But she was just saying that out of spite, right? She dropped her towel and put on some clean panties.
I walked up behind her. "Do you really believe that?" I tentatively lifted my hand and moved her hair over one shoulder so I could trace her whip scars with my index finger. She froze as I made contact with them.
"Jace." she sounded a lot smaller than before. "What are you doing?"
"Despite what you think, doll face, your scars aren't ugly." I could just tell that was what she thought. I don't know how but I did.
She nodded. "They are, no, they are."
Her breathing was still a pant. I kissed her bare shoulder to calm her and try to reassure her. She relaxed slightly. "Don't think that. And definitely don't say that in front of me unless you want me pissed off greatly." I kissed her neck. "Has anyone ever touched you on your back Clary? Since it happened?"
She shook her head.
"No one?"
She shook her head again.
I turned her around in my arms and hugged her tightly. She gasped slightly in shock but then relaxed and hugged me back as I rubbed small circles over her scars. I knew then that I was going to care for this girl no matter what.
MAGNUS POV
"Rise and shine, sweet cheeks!" I stood over Alexander with two steaming take out cups of Starbucks coffee. He looked so adorable when he was sleeping, it was almost a shame to wake him.
He mumbled something completely incomprehensible and rolled over so his face was buried in the pillow.
I sighed. He was the same every morning. "Alexander, I have coffee."
He rolled over and sat up straight away. "I'm awake!"
I passed him the coffee and climbed in next to him, both of us sitting up against the headboard. I caught him frowning at me and then blushed as I shuffled closer so our legs were touching. Bless him. Granted, I did do this because I like teasing him but I was genuinely attracted to him. He's just really... oblivious.
I looked at him and winked. "Nice bed head, darling."
He furiously tried to flatten his hair as I laughed. I caught his wrist after a minute. "Stop it," He nodded then took a sip of his drink. "I think you look perfectly edible." He spluttered. Luckily, it didn't spill.
He frowned at me. "Why do you do that?!"
I blinked at him. "Do what?"
"Like, call me pet names and make me blush. You do it on purpose."
This time, I frowned at him. "Do you not like pet names and flattery?"
He shrugged, looking down at his coffee. After a moment he spoke. "It's just... it's like you've found out that I'm gay and- and you do things like that just to take the piss... because you know I'm not comfortable with being gay."
I was taken aback. He really thought that? "Alexander, no. I would never do that. I get that you aren't comfortable with being gay and I would never use that to embarrass you." I laughed slightly, disbelieving. Better off coming out with it, right? Here goes. "Alexander, I do this because I'm attracted to you."
He looked up at me with his mouth open. "You are?"
I smiled at his shocked expression. "Very much so." I sighed. "Well, ignoring that awkward moment, I'd better drink up. I'm going back home today."