Chapter 31: Clary is trying to get Jace out of her system and move on, much to Jonathan's delight. Clonathan…sowwy. Be strong…I'm with Magnus, Team Clace. There's a little surprise appearance at the end, that I hope you will like. Stuff's going to start moving faster after this chapter.
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Previously: "If our hunch is right and that dead guy is not Sebastian, then we've been set up to think he's out of the way. That means Clary is not safe, that he's still out there…after her."
Clary smoothed her hair back behind her shoulders, adding a small amount of anti frizz lotion. She had tamed her curls into soft waves, parted down the middle. Just like he likes it. Stop it. It's over. Forget him... Jonathan had been right. "Love shouldn't hurt so much, Clarissa…" She had been honest with Jon, during their many talks, about her conflicting feelings regarding Jace. He had been supportive, of course, but had also gently encouraged her to allow herself to move on. Clary knew Jonathan wanted her to move on with him, but she wasn't ready for a serious emotional relationship yet. She had told him as much and he had seemed mildly disappointed, but had a gleam in his eye that told Clary it wasn't a closed subject.
Clary wasn't going to lie to herself, Jonathan was hot and intriguing, and obviously knew how to turn her on. She had always preferred a man to be dominant in the bedroom and she was certain Jonathan fit that bill. There was definite sexual tension between them that she might be willing to explore. Maybe tonight. Maybe not. She remembered Izzy encouraging her to go out and "get laid…enjoy herself…" after she lost her parents. Maybe she had been right. To be honest, Clary craved physical satisfaction; a really good orgasm… not just the self-administered kind… Clary wished she could text Izzy to ask for advice, but feared her bestie was probably still Team Jace. She picked up her phone, only to see the dreaded "No Service" again. I hope the cell service improves soon. This is getting ridiculous.
She stepped back to look at herself in the mirror. She had opted for a black velvet long-sleeved v-neck, knee length, bodycon dress. It was understated but hugged her curves nicely, revealing just enough cleavage to be sexy, but not slutty… perfect to wear with her Fairchild emeralds. I wonder what he has planned for us tonight? Clary slipped on her black velvet heels and put on the emerald earrings. She lifted the heavy necklace and fastened it around her neck. She had just applied her favorite light plum lip gloss when there was a knock at her door. Clary sighed and looked at herself in the mirror. You can do this. It's time to move on. Forget him. She walked over to her bedroom door and opened it. Oh damn.
There stood Jonathan, casually leaning against her door frame, and he looked hot as hell in head-to-toe black. And he knows it. He wore a nicely tailored black suit over an open collared silk shirt. His shirt was unbuttoned enough to show off his toned chest and Clary noticed a silver necklace with a morningstar pendant, similar in design to the gold one that had belonged to her mother. She flicked her eyes to his left hand to see his Morgenstern family ring. His hair had been brushed back from his face, but still had that carefree sexiness to it. His dark eyes roamed up and down her body. She smiled shyly up at him and felt herself blushing. Stop it. He smirked down at her. "Why hello, Clarissa…" Clary swallowed. Fuck.
Jonathan had to fight the urge to sweep her up and take her to bed when she opened the door. She was a sight to behold in black velvet. Her crimson hair seemed more vivid and fell in waves around her shoulders. She wore the Fairchild jewels which made her emerald eyes standout from her beautiful face even more. Jonathan looked down at her cleavage, admiring the sprinkle of freckles, and nearly groaned as he felt his arousal stirring. Play it cool. Slowburn. Clary laughed nervously and invited him in. "Hi Jon. You look handsome. Please come in. I just wanted to show you something before we go." I'd like to show you something too, Clarissa. Clary turned and walked deeper into her room, towards her easel.
Jonathan followed her across the room and watched her pull a cloth from the easel, uncovering it. She took the large sketchbook that had been displayed and opened it, flipping through it, she turned back to Jonathan and handed it to him, biting her lip self-consciously. Jonathan's eyes widened and his mouth fell open at the drawing. It was him. A picture of him that his Clarissa had drawn. The detail was amazing. It was a picture of him lounging on a couch, with one arm behind his head, his dark eyes looking straight at the artist. His light hair was perfectly tousled and he wore a tight dark t-shirt that accentuated his muscles. His jean-clad legs stretched the length of the couch, and his feet were bare. I look almost real. She is such a talent.
He shook his head and smiled down at her. "Clarissa, this is amazing. When did you start drawing again? I don't remember seeing you draw me on the couch, love." Clary looked down and then back up at Jonathan. "I started drawing a few nights ago. I was laying in bed, trying to sleep, and looking at "Her Eyes" above the fireplace." She gestured to the painting. "...I just started feeling the itch again. And I had to draw. So, I drew your picture from memory, and some others. After my assault… after Sebastian, I– I couldn't draw. He took that away from me, I guess. But you… you've helped give it back to me. So, Thank you." How ironic. If you only knew, Clarissa. Jonathan held his arm out to her. "It's always my pleasure, Clarissa. Now. Shall we go on our date?" Clary took his arm and they left her room.
Jonathan led Clary down the great staircase to the main hall of Morgenstern Manor where two male staff members stood, holding large black coats, waiting for them by the front doors. Clary looked curiously up at Jonathan who smiled back at her and hummed. Is he taking me outside? Jonathan took one of the coats and held it for Clary, sliding it up her arms. She turned towards him, laughing, as he put on the other coat. "Let me guess, Jon. You're taking me sledding." Jonathan looked down at her chest and smiled, then reached forward and pulled the plush collar of her coat closed. "That is a very good guess, Clarissa. I'm so glad you dressed so appropriately. I'll tell you nothing until we arrive, love." Arrive? He is taking me out of here. I thought the roads were impassable. Jonathan took her hand and led her out the front doors. About a hundred yards away, parked on the now cleared, paved courtyard was a helicopter.
Clary's eyes widened and she gasped, grabbing his arm. "A helicopter? Shut up! Jon, I can't believe you did this! Please tell me where you're taking me." Jonathan laughed and rolled his eyes. "I'll give you a hint, Clarissa. It's in Alicante. Now let's get onboard before we freeze." Clary giggled and nodded as they boarded the helicopter. Impressive, Morgenstern. I was getting a little stir crazy at the manor.
They laughed and chatted during the ride, with Clary becoming frustrated at not being able to get any answers from Jonathan. The helicopter landed about 20 minutes later on the roof of a highrise in the center of Alicante. They exited and Jonathan quickly whisked her inside, helping her remove her coat, handing them both off to a waiting staff member. He placed his hand on Clary's lower back and led her to an elevator. He punched in a code on the keypad and the doors opened and they walked in. Clary pursed her lips and looked at him. His face was blank and he looked back at her, his eyes wandering shamelessly up and down her body. Clary blushed. God. What a poker face. "Okay, Jon. Spill it, where are we?" He sighed and walked towards her, as she backed up slowly, until her back hit the wall of the elevator. He placed both hands on either side of her head, caging her in, moving his body just inches away from hers. Shit. Clary felt her lower abdomen clench with desire and looked up at him through her lashes.
Jonathan leaned his head down, brushed her ear with his lips, and murmured. "You are such a curious little kitten, Clarissa. What shall I do with you?" I've got a few ideas. Stop it. Jonathan turned and punched a code into the keypad and the elevator stopped. This again? He put his hands on the handrails on either side of her, looking down at her cleavage, her lips, then locking eyes with her. "The last time I tried this, you adorably told me to 'slow your roll, Morgenstern…', tell me Clarissa, should I still slow my roll?" Jonathan dipped his face down the left side of her neck, inhaling deeply and sighing against her skin. Oh my god. She shivered, her lips parted to answer, but only a small gasp came out. Jonathan brushed his lips against hers, giving her a gentle kiss, then another, before pulling back. Clary's lips buzzed with the fresh memory of the soft kisses. He looked at her with his eyebrows raised expectantly, awaiting her answer. Clary cleared her throat and stood up straight, putting her hands on his chest, she gently pushed him back and he groaned, pretending to pout. "I'm not going to tell you that now, Morgenstern. That was when I had a boyfriend, and let's be honest. You were out of line that day, and you knew it. Now, as for your 'roll', let's play it by ear, okay?" Jonathan punched another code in and the elevator resumed. He smiled and nodded, reaching for her hand, he intertwined their fingers. Well, that went well.
The elevator doors opened and Jonathan slid his arm around Clary's waist, leading her into a dimly lit lobby that led to the entrance of a nightclub with the name Edom in purple neon above the doors. Two large, intimidating bouncers stood guard, staring at them impassively. A pretty brunette hostess in a bright red dress, smiled at them. "Mr. Morgenstern and Miss Fairchild. We are so pleased to have you this evening. Please follow me." Calry looked at Jonathan, confused. Fairchild? He winked at her and shrugged as they followed the hostess.
Jonathan walked Clary through the nightclub and she looked around curiously. The lights were dim, fluctuating between dark red, purple, and blue. The walls were a wine color with sexually suggestive paintings adorning them. There was a definite darker, more intimate vibe to the place, than she was used to. She didn't hate it. The DJ played sultry, rhythmic music, with the dance floor consisting mostly of couples, dancing slowly and suggestively with each other. Did he bring me to a fucking sex club? What is this Fifty Shades? Clary blushed and squeezed Jonathan's hand tighter. He chuckled as they entered a small, private room, with a round booth, so they could sit next to each other. After being seated, a lovely Japanese woman appeared with sushi menus and a large bottle of hot sake.
Jonathan handed her a full cup of sake, they clinked their glasses together, and drank up. Clary beamed at him. "Sushi! Oh Jon. You don't know how much I want to kiss you right now. I have been craving sushi for weeks." Jonathan leaned over to her and puckered up facetiously and Clary giggled, giving him a chaste kiss. "Well, Clarissa. The chef is certainly no Master Takada, but it is the best sushi in Alicante. I hired them for the night to celebrate our first real date. He refilled her glass. Clary smiled and looked down, thinking about New Year's Eve. It had been a date, but just between friends, because she had been with Jace. Stop it. Forget him. Move on. "It's lovely, Jonathan. Thank you. Cheers!"
The couple enjoyed their dinner and drinks, and just as he had on New Year's Eve, Jonathan made sure Clary's glass was never empty. They talked and Jonathan flirted, kept her laughing and in good spirits. Clary teased Jonathan about Edom being a sex club and he laughed and denied it. After their meal was complete, she excused herself to use the restroom and walked down a dark hall, following the signs. As she washed her hands and checked her makeup, she looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled. It feels nice to be able to let go. Drama free. Jonathan had mentioned dancing after dinner and she was ready for it.
Jonathan put two single drops of Faerie Nectar into Clary's glass of sake and one in his own, swirling them with a smirk. Just enough to get her in the mood, not as much as last time. Just in case. He pocketed the vial as he saw Clarissa walking back to the table. Her hips swayed to the rhythm of the music from the other room and her breasts moved slightly as she walked towards him. He could tell she was pretty buzzed. She is so fucking beautiful. And mine. He stood to greet her and wrapped his arm around her waist, handing her the glass of sake. "One last toast, love. Then dancing. What shall we toast to this time? My father's hair? Baby yoda?" Clary clinked her glass with his and smirked up at him, biting her lip. Damn. "To moving on, Jon." They downed their sake. Clary ran her hands through her hair and linked her arm through his. "Now, let's go out to your sex club and dance." Jonathan laughed. Indeed, Clarissa.
Jonathan led Clary back out into Edom to a large round booth. The club was more crowded than before and the dance floor was thick with sexually charged couples. The sultry thrum of music compounded the sensual ambiance. Should be called Club Orgy. Izzy would love it. Clary giggled at herself as Jonathan rubbed his hand up and down her back, steering her to sit down. She was feeling really good. God I love sake. Standing next to the booth was Axel who smirked at her as she slipped into the booth. Ick. My favorite bodyguard. Not. Jonathan's phone buzzed and he read a text, then walked over to Axel and whispered something. Axel nodded and Jonathan turned back to Clary and leaned down, kissing her quickly on the mouth. "There's something I need to check on, love. I shall return quickly, no more than fifteen minutes. Axel will be here if you need anything in the interim." Clary looked up at Jonathan and pouted her lips and sighed. He's so fucking hot. "Fine, but I don't need a babysitter. I just may have to dance without you, if you take too long, Jon." Jonathan arched an eyebrow and hummed as he turned, looked pointedly at Axel and walked away.
Axel slithered into the booth, right next to Clary, their thighs touching. "Is there anything I can get you, Clarissa? Another drink, perhaps?" Clary scooted away from him, placing a few feet between them. Not gonna happen. "No thanks, Axel. I'm good." He scooted closer, closing the gap, putting his arm across the back of the seat behind her. What the fuck?
He tipped his head back then tilted it towards her, obviously trying to look down her dress. "You don't like me very much do you, Clarissa?" He reached his hand over and took one of her curls in his hand, winding it around a finger. "Tell me, Miss Fairchild, are you a natural redhead? I bet you are." He did not even try the "does the carpet match the drapes?" bullshit with me. What a fucking pig. Clary slapped his hand away from her and slid around the booth, exiting the other side. Her legs wobbled a bit as she felt a bit lightheaded. Yep. Almost drunk. He smirked up at her, raking his eyes over her body. "Keep your fucking hands off of me, Mortmain. As for your questions, No, I do not like you very much. For your second question, you'll never know, got it?" She whirled away from him and stalked over to the bar, hearing his dark chuckle behind her. Pig.
Clary climbed onto a stool at the bar and ordered a vodka martini and a bottle of water. Jonathan hadn't been gone two minutes before Axel made a move. Maybe I should tell Jon. There is something just so off and creepy about him. I don't trust him. Clary took a long drink of her martini, smiled and saluted the bartender, in thanks. Yummy. Clary felt a nice wave of warmth spread through her body and she closed her eyes and sighed. I feel amazing.
Clary felt someone take the stool next to her and heard a deep voice, with a British accent. "I'll have whatever Little Red is having. I'd like to sigh like that, as well." Clary opened her eyes to see a gorgeous man sitting next to her, smirking at her, obviously checking her out. Clary sighed again and smiled back. Good lord, am I throwing out pheromones or something? Is there a shortage of women in Idris? Clary looked him over curiously. There was something oddly familiar about him, even though she had never laid eyes on him. He had thick black hot-messy hair, gorgeous blue eyes with thick black lashes, high cheekbones, full lips and was built like a… like a cop. Definitely. Clary was certain he was some sort of police officer. He was dressed in all black and she could see by the way his leather jacket hung on him that he was carrying a sidearm in a shoulder holster. Jesus. He is so hot. God, why am I so horny all of a sudden? Where is Jonathan?
The bartender placed a vodka martini in front of him and he took a deep drink, raised his eyebrows and smiled at her. "That is indeed a very good martini, Miss–?" Clary smiled shyly and extended her hand to shake. "Clary. You can call me Clary." He took her hand and gently kissed the back, looking up at her, as she blushed. "You can call me Will, Clary. It's a pleasure to meet you. Tell me, love. Would you like to dance?" Yes please. Clary smiled and nodded and Will gently tugged her hand and led her to the dance floor. Will slid his hands down her sides and rested them on her hips, gripping them gently, as Clary ran her hands up his chest to rest on his shoulders. Their bodies swayed together to the sultry music. Will and Clary chatted and flirted. Clary learned that Will was visiting a friend for the holidays and was trapped by the blizzard. She told him about curating Valentine's art collection and he seemed fascinated, asking many questions. Clary felt her body buzzing with a very pleasant sensation and giggled, shaking her head. Will watched her hair dance around her shoulders.
He leaned his head down, inhaling deeply. "You smell amazing, Clary. Lavender, is it?" He pulled her closer, and looked down between them, watching as her breasts smashed against his stomach. He's so tall. I am so turned on…what the fuck is the matter with me? I don't even know this guy. She looked down as well, then back up at him, nodded, and bit her lip. His eyes widened and he swallowed. It always works. "You have very pretty eyes, Will." She raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck. His hands lowered and he palmed her ass, pulling her tightly against him, as he groaned to himself. "Not yours Will…not yours…" What is he talking about? She could feel his arousal against her stomach. He looked over her head, cleared his throat and gently released her, pulling out his phone. "Thank you, sweetheart. Let's do a selfie, shall we? I want to remember dancing with such a beautiful woman, when I return to England." Uh, okay. Clary leaned against him, his arm wrapped tightly around her abdomen, his thumb brushing her breast. She put her hand on his chest, as they both smiled into the camera. He then turned to her quickly and slipped a business card into her hand. "Clary, darling. Listen to me carefully. Take this and hide it. I'm a friend of Amatis… I 'm afraid I have to leave now. Please call me if you need me. I will see you again." Friend of my aunt's?
Clary closed her hand around the card and nodded, confused. She didn't know why, but she trusted him. Clary's head began to spin a little and she shook her head. Officially drunk. He took her hand and kissed it again, smirked and winked at her before disappearing into the crowd. Okay, that was just weird. She opened her hand and read the card. "Special Agent William Herondale, Secret Intelligence Service, United Kingdom". Herondale? He's a MI6 agent? She turned the card over, where a note was written. "This is my private number, please use it if you need help. I will be in touch soon. Do not share with anyone. Do not trust anyone." Clary slipped the card into her wristlet and zipped it close, just as strong arms slid around her waist from behind. A stern voice whispered in her ear. "Who was that, kitten, and why did he have his hands on you?" Jonathan.
He pulled her tightly against him, running his lips up and down the side of her neck. Clary bit her lips and clenched her thighs together. I am so turned on. Clary shivered and melted back against him, raising her arms over her head, she played with his hair. "I told you I would dance without you, if you took too long, Jon. I don't remember his name…I'm kind of dizzy." She giggled as he ran his hands across her breasts, squeezing them gently before lowering them to her hips. "Are you jealous, Jonathan?" He growled and spun her around to face him, as Clary squealed. He pulled her flush against him, tangling his hand in the back of her hair. Clary blinked up at him and smiled. Caveman. He looked down at her with a dark lustful glare and pressed his lips hard against hers. "Yes, Clarissa. I am jealous. You're mi– Let's go, love." She giggled, in her haze, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.
Jace sat back down at his desk and handed a coffee to Alec, who talked on his phone and nodded thanks. He rubbed his eyes with his hand and took a deep drink of his own coffee. He closed the folder to the file he had been reading. Police had found Carrie yesterday at her apartment after her roommate called 911. Unfortunately, she was fucking dead. Preliminary findings indicated an overdose. Her roomate had been staying at her boyfriend's for a few days and found her body when she returned home. No evidence of foul play, of course. Fuck. Alec hung up his phone and got up, walking to the elevators.
Jace ran a hand through his hair when his phone buzzed. "He opened the text and his eyes widened, then he frowned. What the fuck? It read, "Does this belong to you?" Attached was a picture of Clary, snuggled against a guy in a dark bar, just an hour ago, with the time difference. Jace looked closer at the guy and growled. Why was Clary, his Clary, cuddling with Will Fucking Herondale? His playboy cousin. Why were his hands so close to her chest? She looks so beautiful. Jace texted back "What the absolute fuck, dude?" His phone buzzed again. "Just messing with you, cousin. We need to talk, mate. Call me." Then his phone buzzed several more times as pictures flooded his phone. Jace shook his head, anger and jealousy welling up inside of him. He saw Clary with Jonathan, hugging. Then being seated at a large booth. Then a big guy was seated next to her, putting an arm around her…wait. The big guy was Sebastian's bodyguard… the guy from the videos. He zoomed the picture in. It was definitely the same guy. More pictures of Clary fleeing from the guy, her sitting alone at a bar… then Jonathan holding her. Oh shit. What the fuck is going on? Oh shit. Jace placed a call to Will Herondale.