Chapter 19: More Clace - some angst. Poo's about to hit the fan, y'all. Thanks for reading!
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Previously: " Did I mention Valentines mini me, Jonathan has a fucking boner for Clary and she thinks I'm being a 'jealous caveman' and they're 'just friends' and I need to 'stop trying to control her'. Bruh!"
Clary had been home from her contract signing for about an hour when there was a buzz at her apartment door. "I've got it, C." Yelled Izzy from the living room. Clary had just finished loading the dishwasher when Jace and Alec walked in and sat at the counter. Alec leaned over and kissed Clary's cheek and motioned to Jace. "Hey Clare, can we have some water for your man here. He's had a few…" Jace smirked at Clary and put his hand on his chest, pretending to be shocked. "Hello, my love." Jace called to her. Clary laughed and got a few bottles from the fridge. Jace and Alec gulped them down and Clary circled around to wrap her arms around Jace. He turned and kissed her sloppily on the mouth. Whiskey. Ick. Clary fake gagged. "Ew. Have another water guys…and there's some mints in the top drawer. Have as many as you can ingest." She disentangled from Jace and went into the living room, flopping on the couch next to Izzy, who was writing out a list.
Jace and Alec followed, dropping onto the couch across from them. Clary looked over at Jace and winked. He's so cute when he's buzzed. Jace looked back at her and cocked an eyebrow, pursing his lips, he ran his eyes up the length of Clary's bare legs. She had changed from her maroon dress into navy satin sleep shorts and a cream fleece sweatshirt when she got home. Clary looked back at him and licked her lips and fluttered her eyelashes jokingly. Hornball.
Alec cleared his throat. "What are you writing, Iz?" Alec asked, handing Jace another bottle of water and a handful of mints. Izzy put the list down on the coffee table and leaned her head on Clary's shoulder. "I'm just compiling a list of all the shops and boutiques I'm dragging Clary to tomorrow morning. We have to get my baby doll the sexiest, most gorgeous dress available for New Year's Eve at Pandemonium. We're going to have a blast. Right, C?" Clary rolled her eyes and nodded.
Jace sat up and looked confused. He leaned forward and motioned to Clary. "I thought we decided that you weren't going to that party because I can't be there with you. That it's best if you stay home, right? It is. So, you know…you don't need to go to that party…especially in some 'sexiest, most gorgeous dress' all alone in a club full of dudes. Not my girl…" He looked at Alec and nudged him with his hands out as if to say, "Am I right, bro?". Oh no he didn't. Well, look who needs to sober the fuck up. Izzy and Alec looked across the coffee table at each other with raised eyebrows and oh shit looks.
Clary raised her eyebrows, annoyed, sitting up as well. Moving her hand back and forth between them. "We didn't decide anything, Jace. You told me I couldn't go. Which is fucking laughable, by the way. As I told you last week, I need to be there to represent my parents for the art center. Also, this is not your decision to make, dude. This is not nineteen-fucking-fifty. I'm going. Deal with it." I'm sick of this shit. Time to change things. No more yelling. He needs to see what he's going to lose if he doesn't stop. She stood up and walked away to her bedroom.
Jace watched Clary stomp to her room, her ass jiggled in her tight silky shorts. Damn. That ass. Focus, Herondale. This is not over, Red. Jace tried to stand when Izzy punched him in his shoulder across the table and he sat back down. "What the fuck Jace? What is this caveman, chest-beating, 'you my woman, you do as hulk says' shit you're spewing?" Jace put his hand up to interrupt and Izzy smacked it away. "I'm not done, asshole. You can't keep running at her and starting arguments. She's sick of it! We all are! You know she was able to function perfectly well for years at public events without you! And don't talk to me about Halloween. Yes! That was awful but it could have happened to any of us. Do you want her to be scared to go out and have a normal life? You won't be in fucking Idris with her! You're not helping her by smothering her and acting like a jealous dick! She'll be fine! Magnus has ramped up security, Simon and I will be there, and her friend Jonathan will be there by her side the whole time–" Jonathan? What the actual fuck?
Jace stood up, cutting Izzy off. "Jonathan? Jonathan Fucking Morgenstern will 'be there by her side' what the fuck are you talking about, Izzy?" Izzy blinked with an oops look on her face. "Uh, I guess she hasn't told you yet that Jonathan offered to escort her since you and Alec have to work cases at the precinct that night. To make her feel safer—" Jace jumped up and hurried to Clary's room.
Clary was pulling her sweatshirt off when Jace slammed her door open, then shut. He saw her standing by her bed, tugging her shirt over her head and rushed up to her, glowering. "Since when are you going to that party with Jonathan Fucking Morgenstern, Clary? That is not happening. I mean it." He stood back and looked at her, his arms crossed, then his eyes looked down and widened. Shit. She's topless. Focus. Clary looked up at him, shook her head, and narrowed her eyes. She turned, walked to her dresser, pulled out a tiny sheer pink tank and slid it slowly over her head. Her breasts stretched the front out, making it almost completely transparent. Fuck. I can see her nipples. Jace cleared his throat. "Clary. Say something…answer me. Look, you aren't going with him. You need to stay home. I won't allow it."
She sat in the chair in front of her mirror, facing him, but ignoring him. She pulled out a tube of lotion and squirted some in her hand, then began slowly massaging it up and down her legs and inner thighs. He smelled the soft coconut scent from where he was standing. Jace felt blood shoot straight to his cock as his jeans suddenly became very uncomfortable.
He walked over to her and looked down at her with his hands on his hips. Why isn't she talking to me? She looked up at him and ran her eyes up and down his body, as she rubbed lotion on her neck and chest, reaching under the sheer tank, massaging it onto her breasts. Fuck. I have to touch her… He reached down and pulled her up into his arms, winding his hand tightly in her hair and pressing his lips hard against hers. Clary. She rejected his kiss, put her right hand on his chest and pushed him back firmly. He released her and stepped back from her, breathing heavily.
She rubbed her bottom lip with her thumb and sucked on its tip and looked up at him seductively through her lashes. I'm going to cum in my pants. "Tell me Jace. You like…all of this, right?" She gestured to herself, pointing up and down her body. What is she playing at? Are we already going to have make up sex? "Yes, baby" Jace cooed, "You know I do." He reached out to caress her face, but she stepped back, out of his reach. Tease.
She reached up and unclipped her hair. It fell around her shoulders and Jace watched every curl bounce down and settle. His heart rate increased and his erection ached. I need to have her. She bit her lip and let it pop out and she let out a tiny teasing moan. Fuck.
"And tell me, Jace. Do you love me? Do you like to make love to me?" Jace walked to her and slowly backed her against the wall. He leaned over her and inhaled deeply, roughly gripped her ass and pressed his erection against her stomach. He whispered. "Yes, Clary. You know I do. So very much…" Two can play this game.
She smiled and put her arms up around his neck as he hoisted her up into his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist and he ground against her core. Jace crashed his lips to hers and thrust his tongue into her mouth. Clary gasped, kissed him back, and rolled her hips against his hardness. Jace turned with her in his arms and walked over to the bed. He lowered her down on her back and quickly stripped off his shirt and pants, then climbed on top of her as she wrapped her legs around him again. He rubbed his throbbing member up and down her center through his boxers. She brushed her lips across his and murmured, "Then why the fuck would you ruin what we have by being a controlling, jealous, overprotective, possessive caveman, Jace?" Oh shit.
Clary lifted up on her elbows below Jace and uncurled her legs from his waist, pulling her hips from his. She tossed her head back and locked eyes with him. "Listen to me very carefully, Jace. I love you. I love you so much. But I will be damned if you will tell me what I can and can't do, got it? You do not own me." Jace growled and she grabbed his chin in her hand and kissed him. Jace returned her kiss, biting her lip and sliding his tongue into her mouth, he moaned and thrust his hips back against her core. "Clary…I know I don't own you, baby…" He snaked a hand under her top and grasped her right breast.
Clary moaned against his lips. "Good, baby. Now. I will be going to that party with Jonathan. As a friend. Nothing more. I'm tired of this argument. He offered because you can't be there…and after Halloween, I welcome the support. It's hard to go back there again, okay? If you can't deal with that…if you are going to try and control me. We will have to end." Jace stopped moving then and pulled his face from hers and looked at her. Tears glistened in her eyes. End?
"I'm not interested in fighting and yelling at each other anymore. I'm done with that. So I hope you decide to stop this behavior, Jace. Because I want you. I want us. I love you. Now please stop it or you're going to lose me". Clary pulled his head down to hers and kissed him softly on the lips. She's serious. I can't lose her. Shit.
Jace eagerly returned Clary's kiss, reached his hand down the front of her silky shorts and palmed her soft heated mound, gently rubbing her clit with his thumb. Waxed…so smooth. He dragged his bottom lip back and forth across hers as she arched her back. "Okay, Clary. You win, baby. I hate it when we fight…I'm sorry. I'll stop. If you need to go to the party for your parents…with him. So be it…" He quickly slipped a finger into her wet core, followed by a second, swirling them, as he continued to rub her clit with his thumb. Clary reached her hands over her head and clutched the bedding in her fists, moaning. "Oh god, baby…time for make up sex." Her muscles clenched around Jace's fingers and she rolled her hips in need. Gotcha, babe.
Jace slowly pulled his fingers out of her slick heat and locked eyes with her as he licked his fingers clean. Clary's eyes widened as she watched. "No Clary. I can't let you cum yet. I'm not done enjoying you. You got me so worked up, punishing me… it's time for repayment." Nodding, Clary kept her hands stretched over her head, blushed and smiled shyly. Jace turned his focus to her sheer top, and the way her pebbled pink nipples peaked through the fabric. He ran his thumbs over the nubs and pinched them as she moaned, his cock twitching at the sound. With both hands Jace pushed the sheer fabric up, exposing her naked chest. He lowered his mouth to her right breast and began to suck her nipple as Clary shivered beneath him. He switched to her other breast, nipping at it and squeezing it slowly.
Running his tongue down her stomach, Jace gripped the waist of her silky shorts, pulling them down and away from her body. He stroked his hands up and down the soft skin of her thighs and pushed them apart. Clary threw her head back and gasped as he buried his face between her legs. "Jace, please..oh my god!" She panted as he licked deep into her slit and pushed his two fingers back into her dripping core. Jace smiled against her heat as he suckled her clit, pumping his fingers in and out in a fevered rhythm. He looked up at her from between her thighs. She tipped her head up from her bed and locked her emerald eyes with his as she palmed and kneaded her breasts for his benefit. He lightly bit her clit and she screamed his name, trembling.
She was right, he had to stop ordering her about and trying to control who she sees, specifically Jonathan Morgenstern. All he was doing was pushing her away. Jace increased the speed of his fingers, curling them inside of her and lashed her swollen clit with his tongue as Clary gasped. "Oh Jace, I can't take it…I'm–" Jace smiled against her, continuing to devour her.
She arched her back, panting and writhing, and tried to sit up, but Jace planted his unoccupied hand on her chest, holding her down. He felt her velvet muscles tighten again against his fingers as she climbed towards her climax. "Not yet, kitten…" he growled as he withdrew his fingers, flipped her over onto her stomach and tugged off his boxers. Clary panted and groaned, reached to the top of her bed and gripped the bars and looked back at him over her shoulder. God she's beautiful. Jace climbed up behind her on the bed and pulled her hips up, placing her on her trembling knees. He looked into her emerald eyes and pursed his lips.
His innate mistrust and dislike of Morgenstern and the way he'd fought with Clary would do nothing but drive her from him. He'd have to let her go to the party with the douche, if just for her peace of mind. He would play nice, yes, but only to please his lady. I'll start with giving her a big fat orgasm.
He slid his hands down Clary's back and gripped her hips tightly and looked down. Pushing his hips forward, he watched his aching member disappear into her tight, quivering depths. Oh shit. Jace began pounding into Clary, feral from the pent-up need brought on by her wanton teasing. Clary dropped her head down and slapped her ass back against him, meeting each thrust with high pitched grunts and moans. Jace's lower abdomen clenched, as he felt himself getting closer to his peak. Almost there.
Jace could feel Clary's silken core tighten deliciously around him as she soared towards her peak. Jace reached quickly forward, wrapped his arms around her middle and pulled her up to stand on her knees on the bed. Jace felt his cock harden painfully at the change in position, his climax building with hers. Still joined, he nudged her thighs further apart with his knees, slid his right hand down to stroke her clit, and gently held her throat with his left. He pulled her back flush with his chest as he pumped furiously up into her.
There had never been a woman who elicited such passion and want in him. He loved her completely and unconditionally. He wanted her to be his forever. He needed her, like he needed to breathe and wouldn't ruin what they have with his jealousy. It's what Morgenstern wants. For me to force her hand. He wants her.
Jace pounded desperately up into his woman, earning every moan and grunt he drew from her. Clary threw her head backwards onto his shoulder, reaching up to grab his hair, screaming his name as her pussy exploded around him. The quivering contractions of Clary's orgasm forced a primal growl from Jace as he finished deep inside of her, powerfully emptying himself into her depths. They fell forward onto the bed, Jace on top of her, trembling and panting, still joined. Jace raised himself onto his hands and slowly continued to stroke in and out of her, relishing the residual aftershocks of their mutual orgasms. He moved her hair aside and ran soft kisses along the back of her neck. "I love you, Jace." She whispered through her panting.
He would make sure she wouldn't ever see Morgenstern as anything but the friend-zoned bitch that he is. Jace would keep her hungry for him. Longing for him alone. Make sure he was all that she wanted. Starting tonight.
Jace gently pulled out of Clary and turned over, pulling her on top of him. Clary wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him gently on the lips before collapsing limply and falling asleep in his arms. Jace held her sleeping form against his chest. "I love you too, Clary." I won't let him take you from me.
Clary hung her new dress in the closet for the New Year's Eve party In three days. It would be the perfect dress, with the right shoes, hair, and makeup...all deftly hand picked and planned by her bestie, the illustrious Isabelle Lightwood. She just wished she could be excited about the party itself. She was still anxious about going to Pandemonium again after Halloween, without Jace. She couldn't help but think about what happened on Halloween. Sebastian.
Even though she and Jace had finally come to a compromise about her attending the party with Jonathan, she still secretly had reservations about going without her boyfriend there. The specter of Sebastian still haunted her subconscious. She had nightmares about him but instead of his face she would see the fictitious Darkling, his Halloween persona. It was like her mind blocked him completely. Iz and Simon hadn't been able to give a good description due to his mask and bad lighting that night. He was still out there, but hadn't made a move. I'm glad Jonathan will be there. He's some sort of Aikido master. Jace had smiled tightly when she told him that and nodded.
She knew Jace wasn't a fan of her friendship with Jonathan but told her he would let it go, if it made her happy. That was last night after he had given her the most explosive orgasm of her life. They had been fighting and he had been drinking. He had tried to tell her she couldn't go to Magnus' party, especially with Jonathan…she had stormed to her room and…well they had compromised. She blushed and swallowed when she remembered looking into his wild golden eyes while his magical tongue worked between her legs. Great, now I'm horny. I can't wait to see him again tonight. Anyway… She would go to the party with Jonathan, as a friend. She would represent the art center and Jon would help keep an eye over Clary. Win-win. That did make her feel better. Hopefully Jace would come around.
Magnus had assured her that security would be tight and she trusted him. She already knew most of the security guards hired for that night, as they were off duty police officers that used to work for her dad. Clary closed her eyes and rubbed her hand over her face. Her dad, Chief Luke Garroway. No. Lucian Graymark. Daddy. Why did you never tell me your real name…or about Amatis? Why didn't mom ever tell me her name was Jocelyn Fairchild. How many more secrets, mom? Clary looked over at the copy of her contract with Valentine on her desk. Well, I guess I will find out in Idris next week.
Clary looked longingly across her room at the closed door of her studio. She took off her robe and tossed it on her bed, leaving herself naked. Opening a dresser drawer, she pulled out a dark red silk nightie. She looked at herself in her mirror and pulled it on, sliding the straps up over her shoulder. She took down her hair from its clip. A lump formed in her throat and tears stung her eyes. Clarissa Fray. But, I'm not a Fray. I'm a Graymark and Fairchild. But who are they? Who the fuck am I now? Where do I belong? Clary's eyes filled with tears. I miss them so much. They lied to me my whole life. I could have handled the truth. I hate being kept in the dark about things that affect me.
Clary walked into her studio and up to her easel. On it hung a large blank sheet from her sketchpad. She reached down and picked up a charcoal pencil and raised her trembling hand to the paper. The tears grew heavy in her eyes and fell down her cheeks. She still hadn't been able to create since that night…since Sebastian. Why can't I draw anything? Where's my inspiration? My fucking itch? Fuck him…fuck that sick rapist. Why did he do this to me? Why can't I get past it?
Clary's shoulders began to shake as her sniffles turned to sobs. She tore the blank page from her easel and screamed, throwing it to the floor. She grabbed the easel and turned around, throwing it against the full shelves behind her and screamed again. "Fuck you, Sebastian! I hate you. I hate you! You can't have me!" The shelves crashed to the floor in front of her. Fuck. Clary sniffled and stared at the spilled pencils, paints, beads, plants, and— What the fuck is that?
Clary gasped and she got down on her knees, reaching her hand into the pot of one of her spilled succulents. She pulled out a small black stick with a square head. She turned it over in her hand and saw the lens. It's a camera! Clary dropped it on the floor and ran back to her room, swiping her phone from her desk, she quickly dialed Jace.
Clary began to sob when he picked up. "I need you. There's a— a camera in my— someone's been watching me. I— I found it in my studio…Okay. I will. Hurry. I'm so scared." Clary pulled her robe back on and tied it tight and ran to the living room to wait for Jace like he told her. Izzy was staying at Simon's and wouldn't be back until tomorrow. Jace had planned on coming over later tonight for some more alone time. Alone time in my bedroom. No, no, no…
Clary's eyes widened and she covered her mouth as she ran back to her room. She looked at the shelves above her desk and screamed when she saw it. It was another camera in the pot of another succulent, pointed right at her bed. Someone's been watching me…naked…with Jace. Clary ran wildly around her room tearing things from her shelves and cabinets sobbing. She found another on the opposite wall also pointed at her bed. Someone had seen every inch of her body and her most private moments with Jace. Clary began to shake in terror. Is it him? Sebastian?
She grabbed some clothes from her closet and ran to her bathroom, slamming the door and turning off the lights. She quickly changed from her silky nightie into a large gray sweatshirt and black leggings and sank to the floor, hugging her knees and hiding her face. Black eyes, black hair, black beard… No Sebastian. Stop… Clary began to gasp, her chest tightening, tears leaking down her cheeks. Can't breathe…help… "No…stop Sebastian!" I'm so— I'm going to pass out. Black eyes, black hair, black beard…
Warm arms engulfed and lifted her from the bathroom floor. "Clary—" Clary screamed and struggled wildly, striking out, her fist connected with hard, bony flesh and the person grunted, releasing her. The bathroom lights suddenly blinded Clary and she scrambled backwards, her back slamming against the counter, knocking baskets from the shelves. In the doorway of her bathroom stood Jace with one palm out towards her and the other rubbing beneath his eye. "Clary…sweetheart, it's me. You're safe, baby." Clary rushed into his arms, trembling and crying. He rubbed her back, cooing at her. "Shh, baby. It's okay, Clary. I'm here." He scooped her up into his arms and walked her through the wreckage of her room to her bed, sitting down and rocking her in his lap.