Chapter 17: Clace and Squad time. I haven't had the gang back together since Halloween…it's time.
I do not own any of the characters, only the illustrious Cassandra Clare owns them. I do, however, own this particular story, so please don't be lame and copy/paste it elsewhere.
Previously: "In her heart of hearts, she knew Jace was not a cheater. It just didn't feel right. I'm going to have to believe him and give him another chance."
Clary briskly walked out of Jonathan's building towards Jace's shiny black Camaro. He waited for her by the passenger door, in his signature all black clothes, his leather jacket zipped up around his neck. His golden curls blew around his head, in the cold December wind. He looks so hot. And he knows it. Clary stopped short of him, out of reach, nervous about getting too close. His expression was closed and she was unable to read him. Was he angry at her? His eyes looked past Clary and narrowed. He closed the distance between them, stopping only inches from her, maintaining his glare over her head. What is he looking at? Clary started to turn her head to look back when she felt Jace's hands on either side of her face, pulling her into a fierce kiss. Clary gasped and melted against him, gripping the front of his jacket.
Jace murmured, "Clary…" before deepening the kiss, pushing his tongue in her mouth as she eagerly returned his kiss, her legs turning to jelly. Clary pulled away first, panting for air. Jace flicked his eyes down to her and kissed her again, very softly, stroking her blushing cheeks with his thumbs. He then smirked, looked over her head again, and tipped his head back in the universal guy head nod. Clary stiffened and shook her head out of Jace's hands and looked over her shoulder to see Jonathan's back as he walked back into his building. He must have followed me down to make sure I was okay. Dick move, Herondale.
Clary turned her head back around and glared at Jace, her hands on her hips.. "What the fuck, Jace? Maybe you should have just peed on my leg, if you needed to mark your territory so badly!" Fucking caveman. He sighed heavily and reached for her again, "Clary…I–" But she brushed past him, opened the door to his car, slid in and slammed the door before he could touch her.
He got in the car, unzipped his jacket and fastened his seatbelt. He took a deep breath and turned to Clary, running his eyes over her face. "I'm not going to apologize for kissing you, Clary. I have been out of my mind, worrying about you." He turned back to the front of the car and started driving. "You didn't go home after you left with Morgenstern, that fucking anime villian reject. Who, by the way, was ecstatic that you called him. You should have seen the 'fuck you' look he gave me when you left with him, Clary." How did he know that I didn't go home? "Don't you understand that all he wants is to get in your pants? He wants you, Clary." Oh no he didn't!
Clary shook her head, put her fingers on her temples and rubbed, closing her eyes. "First, Jace, I chose not to go home because I had a feeling you would go there to check on me and NOT give me time to think. Surprise! I was right. I asked Jonathan to take me to his place so you wouldn't find me. I was fine, perfectly safe!" Clary shook her head and looked out the window as Jace pulled into parking at her building, turning the car off.
Clary unbuckled her seatbelt and turned in her seat to look at Jace. "Second, Jonathan is my friend, Jace. Just a friend. Your stupid jealousy is really unfounded. And that kiss you laid on me?…I am not a fucking prize or trophy to be waved around to your supposed opponent. That was uncalled for and you only did it to piss off Jonathan. You used me to stick it to someone you think is your rival. He's not! All he did was buy me lunch, we talked about art, my mother, and other shit…he let me decompress. I actually didn't have to think about those goddamn pictures, condoms, stripper underwear, or that video while I was there. I actually fell asleep…when I woke up, I texted you and Izzy…and here we are." Clary opened the passenger door and got out, stalking towards her lobby. She heard Jace call after her. "Fell asleep? What– Clary wait up…" She kept walking, shaking her head. Men.
Clary unlocked her door and walked in, with Jace following close behind. The apartment was dark, except for the entryway light. "Izzy? Simon?" Clary called, frowning. Where were they? She took her coat off and hung it in the closet and slipped off her boots, as Jace did the same. She turned and looked at him, frowning, and he smiled nervously at her. They hadn't talked about anything in the car except Jonathan. Correction… argued about Jonathan. Clary was tired of fighting with him. She hated it. She wasn't being completely honest with Jace about Jonathan. She knew Jonathan was interested in her, he'd made that obvious. But he had also indicated he was fine with being friends and she liked him. His offer to help her navigate her Fairchild legacy in Idris intrigued her. I have to make Jace understand that. I don't want to keep things from him. But, that goes both ways. He would have to be honest with her as well.
Jace cleared his throat. "Iz and Lewis went to Taki's for dinner. I asked them to eat there and bring us some takeout. It's almost six, I figured you'd be hungry…and I wanted time to talk to you alone before Izzy and Simon jumped all over us…I hope that's okay." He clasped his hands behind his back and looked down at her. He looks nervous. Good. He needs to quit acting like a jealous teenager. Clary was tired of the drama though and decided it was time to talk it all out. She had to tell him everything that happened at her meeting with Valentine…and she still needed him to come clean about the girl in the pictures. First, they needed to make-up.
Clary turned and started walking towards her room and Jace stayed by the front door. "Are you coming, babe?" She asked over her shoulder. Jace's face lit up and he quickly caught up with her. "It's time for us to talk, Jace. About everything that happened at your place…I also have some things I need to tell you. There's a lot. But first I need to change and we both need…to relax." They walked into her room and Jace sat on the edge of her bed, watching her curiously as she opened her closet and pulled out a change of clothes. She could feel his eyes on her across the room, as she lifted her green fleece over her head. Enjoy the show, Herondale.
Jace watched Clary intently as she slowly pulled her shirt over her head. He caught a flash of black lace before her long curly hair flopped out of the shirt and cascaded down her back. Jace swallowed and put his fist in front of his mouth. Does she have any idea the effect she has on me? Clary dropped the shirt on the floor and slightly arched her back. She shook her hair around her shoulders, and ran her hands around her tight, round ass. She looked at him over her shoulder, her green eyes locked on his, as she began to slowly peel her black leggings down, revealing her black lace cheeky underwear. Jace bit his knuckle. Shit. She knows those are my favorite. Her ass…fuck. Jace returned her gaze, arching his right eyebrow, and ran his eyes down to the perfect curve of her ass and licked his lips. She does know…little minx. Clary tossed the leggings on the floor as well and turned towards him. She wore the same sexy black lace bralette and underwear that she had when she left him hours ago, but she looked different… more alluring, more beautiful. How? Because she came back to you…don't fuck this up. She's the one.
Jace reached both arms up behind his head and slowly tugged his t-shirt over his head, careful to accidentally flex his biceps before tossing it to the floor. He kicked off his sweatpants, leaving on his black boxer briefs. He sighed and ran both hands through his hair and she followed them with her eyes. "What are you playing at, sweetheart. I thought you wanted to talk…" He leaned back on his elbows, flexing again, his long, muscly legs spread wide, bent over the side of the bed, displaying his large erection. Clary slowly walked towards him, raking her eyes over his chest and abs. Her eyes widened when she looked lower. Two can play that game, Red. Come here, baby.
Clary walked up to Jace, standing between his legs, she looked down at him with a tender look in her eyes and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Jace looked up at her, a lump forming in his throat when he saw her eyes glisten with emotion and her bottom lip quiver. He quickly sat up, encircling her in his arms. Don't cry, baby. He pressed his face against her chest, inhaling her strawberry scent, he gently thrust himself against her center. Clary gasped above him, her thighs tightening around his waist, grinding against his erection. She wrapped her arms around him, kissing the top of his head.
He murmured against her skin. "I'm so sorry for how I acted, Clary…for scaring you. I— I didn't cheat, please believe me…" He rubbed his nose back and forth, nuzzling the valley between her breasts. "Baby, please don't leave me like that again. I thought I'd lost you." Jace reached up and pulled the straps of her bralette down, exposing her breasts to him. He cupped both in his hands, licking and sucking her rosy peaks, kneading them roughly and peppering them with wet kisses. I love you, Clary Fray.
Clary hummed in her throat."I know. I believe you, baby. I'm so sorry I doubted you..never again." Clary moaned into his ear and began to roll her hips, as he thrust harder up into her center. He could feel her moist arousal against his painful erection. Shit. I can't take much more. She ran her hand down his stomach between them and palmed his dick. "Please Jace. I need you inside me…". You do not have to ask me twice… Jace quickly fell backwards onto the bed, flat on his back. Clary squealed as he grasped her ass with both hands, pulling her along with him. Running his tongue along her neck, he pushed her underwear down. He pulled them the rest of the way down with his feet, stroking her skin, and squeezing her bare ass. Clary gasped and kissed him deeply, pushing her tongue into his mouth. "Clary…" Jace moaned into her mouth, returning her kiss, as she reached her hands down and pushed his boxers down.
She smiled against his mouth and pumped his bare erection with her fist. Jace flipped them over, spreading Clary's thighs wide with his hands. He climbed on top of her, sliding his hands up her creamy thighs, gripping her hips, he quickly thrust inside of her, to the hilt. Clary gasped loudly, tilting her head back. Jace paused, allowing Clary to adjust to his size. She arched her back and moaned loudly as Jace pulled back out of her slowly and pushed back in just as slow. So fucking tight. He continued deeply thrusting in and out of Clary, holding her face in his hands as he kissed her fiercely.
Clary wrapped her legs around him, meeting his powerful strokes, running her nails up and down his back, leaving red lines in their wake. "I love you." She whispered in between his kisses. Jace shuddered as he felt himself quickly getting closer to his peak. She was so tight and wet and he loved her so fucking much. Clary started to pant and grind her hips against him harder. Her velvet walls clenched him even tighter. How is that possible? Jace lifted his head, resting his forehead against Clary's, he gazed into her emerald green eyes, feeling tears prick his eyes. Clary squeezed her eyes shut, arched her back and screamed his name as she came hard. She tightened and fluttered around him as he soared towards his own climax. He raised himself up on his arms, pumping furiously into her quivering depth, exploding deep inside of her. Clary, panting furiously, clutched his face in her hands and pulled him into a deep kiss as he collapsed on top of her. Jace rolled off of Clary, onto his back and pulled her next to him, clutching her close, and covering their sweaty bodies with the sheets. "Remind me to apologize earlier next time we have a disagreement, Red." Make-up sex…holy shit…time for round two.
After they had finished their second of six sessions of make-up sex, he and Clary had finally talked about the pictures, video, and everything else that had happened at his apartment. It had been painful to look at the pictures and explain the context of each one. Clary had cried again, saying it was not because she thought they were real, but because someone was cruel enough to try to hurt her and Jace. Someone needed to pay for hurting his girl.
Jace told her that after she had left that morning, he had gone through his apartment and found another used condom in his kitchen trash, torn condom wrappers under his bed, watermelon lube, a trashy sequin bra, and a thong stashed in his couch cushions. He had gathered everything up in an evidence bag. He had decided to tell Clary a little bit about Kaelie; that she was an informant, part of his job, but nothing else. He told her that he was working an investigation and Kaelie would sometimes get handsy, thus the pictures. He didn't mention any specifics about his investigations, Kaelie's name, possible connection to Sebastian and the ecstasy drugs, of course. He couldn't have Clary worrying about that psycho-rapist. Clary had begrudgingly accepted the small amount of information he could give about Kaelie. Thank god.
He told her that he had reported everything as a break-in and had a team come to his place. He turned all the evidence, video, pictures, the multiple stashed items in, and had his apartment scoured and dusted for prints for more evidence. He wasn't confident that there would be anything, though, as whoever broke-in and sabotaged his apartment was savvy enough to get past his security system. He also did not tell her that he had found four remote surveillance cameras in his apartment. He had no idea how long they had been there or how much they had recorded. He had to find out who the fuck set all this up and why they decided to involve Clary. He had no illusions that Kaelie did it just because she wanted to fuck him. Nope. There was something more going on. Bigger. Someone put her up to it. She was definitely putting on a show in that alley, but for whose benefit? Who would want Clary to think he was cheating? One of his exes, perhaps. One of hers? It would have to be someone with resources and people to do their bidding. Someone with money…like a crazy red-head obsessed pervert. Sebastian. Kaelie is the best place to start. Tomorrow. Jace had been quickly taken out of his reverie when he felt Clary's hot mouth surround his cock beneath the covers. Jace's eyes rolled back into his head. Round three. I love this woman.
Clary stepped out of the shower, with Jace hot on her heels. I cannot possibly have more sex…pretty sure he broke my vagina. Her gorgeous boyfriend wrapped a towel around his hips then swathed her in a large fluffy towel and scooped her into his arms, carrying her out to her bedroom. He set her feet on the floor and took her towel from her, gazing up and down her naked body mischievously, grabbing her face and kissing her hard on the mouth, he reached down and lightly pinched a nipple between his finger and thumb. She laughed and shook her head after looking down and seeing his erection coming back to life. How the hell can he still be horny. Clary blushed and crossed her hands over her breasts. "Baby, have mercy on my poor little girly parts!" He put his bottom lip out and made "puppy dog eyes" at Clary. She snatched her towel back from him and started drying herself off, as he watched every single place Clary's towel rubbed, biting his bottom lip and trying to use the smirk on her. Such a guy.
She moved a safe distance away from him and slipped on a clean cream colored fleece turtleneck, yoga pants, and thick slouchy socks. She pulled her hair up into a messy bun as she watched her sexy boyfriend pull on his NYU t-shirt and sweatpants. When Simon and Izzy got back she would tell her three favorite people about her meeting with Valentine, her Aunt Amatis, and the job offer…oh yeah, the whole Idrian heiress thing too. I'm a fucking Fairchild. Weird. How many more secrets did mom keep from me? She worried how Jace would take the news. She had decided to accept the offer to curate her mother's art in Idris. Clary suddenly smelled food, clapped her hands, and giggled like a little girl. Jace cocked a curious eyebrow at her. Takis!
Clary opened her bedroom door and quickly walked down the hall to the kitchen. Standing at the counter feeding each other french fries were her two best friends. Gross but adorable all at once. Izzy was wearing a slouchy royal blue sweater with tight blue and black plaid pants and black stilettos. Simon wore his usual baggy cargo pants, his favorite "Made in Brooklyn" t-shirt and bunny slippers. Clary smiled adoringly at them.
Izzy looked up and grinned at her and walked over to Clary. "Hey babes. I'm glad you made it home safe you fucking drama queen." She winked at Clary and pulled her into a tight hug. "Seriously, though, Clare. Are you okay? Jace told us everything…that is all so fucked up on so many levels." Clary smiled tightly and nodded at Izzy, then walked over to the counter and hugged Simon. "I'm okay. Don't worry. Jace and I talked everything out and he's handling it. I freaked out a little at first…it was a lot. Heated. I needed to go somewhere and think…" Clary said and started opening her box of food. A double cheeseburger with everything and fries! Yay! "Thanks for the Taki's, loves"She moved across from Simon at the counter and started eating.
Simon took off his glasses and wiped them with his napkin and placed them back on his face before tilting his head at her, glowering. "So, Fray, you may have 'talked to Jace' and all that, but you haven't talked to me." Uh oh. "Who the fuck is this Jonathan Morgenstern dude that you just met yesterday, then decide you're such good friends that you call him for a ride and run off with him at five this morning.' He reached over and took one of Clary's fries. "This is the son of that Lucian Malfoy looking billionaire dude that you met in Amsterdam, right? From what Herondale told me, it sounds like this baby billionaire is running game and you're his prize." Oh for fuck's sake. Clary sighed and rolled her eyes, chewing her burger. She looked at Izzy who raised her eyebrows at her and mouthed, "We'll talk later…". Clary swallowed her food and nodded. This was going to be fun. Not.
Jace walked up behind Clary and wrapped his arms around her waist. Setting his chin on her shoulder. He snaked a hand under her arm and snatched a few fries. "Stefan makes a good point, babe. I don't like the guy…but you know that." Simon glared across the counter at Jace, who stepped up to the counter next to Clary. "No guy is that available to a girl unless he's trying to ingratiate himself with her." Jace, Simon, and Izzy all looked pointedly at Clary. Way to gang up on me, guys. Jace took a huge bite of his burger, chewed for a bit then swallowed. "He practically jizzed in his pants when he saw you yesterday and he gave me the 'I got your girl' look when you left with him…both times." Clary and Izzy rolled their eyes and Simon said, "Dude. He did not…what are you going to do about it…go medieval on his ass?" Jace looked at Simon and nodded, bumping fists with him.
Clary wrapped up her food and threw it in the trash. "Knock it off guys. No one is going medieval on anyone's ass…whatever that even fucking means. I'm not stupid. I know Jonathan is interested. We are just friends and he understands that and is okay with it. I made it very clear that I have a boyfriend and was not interested when he–" Shit. Jace's head shot up from his food and his eyes locked onto hers. "When he what, Clary? Did he touch you…come on to you? That fucker. I'll–" Jace crushed the remains of his burger in his fist.
Clary shook her head and handed him a napkin. "No babe. He didn't do anything. I'll tell you everything, okay." Jace nodded and crossed his arms, his face unreadable. Cop face. Izzy and Simon walked into the living room and pretended not to listen. Assholes. "After he picked me up for the meeting, he was really flirty in the car while we talked. I ignored it and didn't encourage him. Waiting for the elevator, he told me I was beautiful, liked my dress. We got on the elevator and I stumbled and he caught me. He stopped the elevator with a code after that and kind of made a move on me–" Jace's face started to turn red and he clenched his fists. Shit. "He didn't touch me or anything, just got too close. That's when I told him to back off, reminded him about you and that we are serious. He apologized and backed right off. That was when he told me we had met before." Clary reached out to Jace and held his hands in hers and kissed him before continuing.
Clary went on to tell him how she had forgotten that she had run into Jonathan at the airport, spilling her bag. How he had kindly helped her pick up her things before she ran down to meet Simon, and Izzy…when Jace had to tell her about her parent's death. She told Jace how remembering that day had overwhelmed her and that Jonathan had held and comforted her, while she cried on the elevator. Clary's eyes welled with tears again and Jace pulled her into a hug. "You see, I think nerves about the meeting and being reminded of– that day, got the best of me. Jonathan apologized profusely, Jace. I reiterated that we could only be friends and he gladly accepted that, okay. You have nothing to worry about. You trust me, right?" She looked up into his golden eyes as they turned and walked together to the living room.
He returned her look and leaned down to kiss her temple. "Of course I do, sweetheart." I just don't trust Jonathan Fucking Morgenstern.