{Chapter 8}

~o.O.o~

~Clary~

Jace was still at practice when Clary got home from the store. She dropped the bags on the kitchen counter and brought out the bucket of cleaning supplies. Friday was her usual cleaning day since Jace had late practice and she needed something to entertain herself with, although it was more of a coping mechanism now.

Jace hadn't mentioned anything about marriage since the Lightwood wedding dance. Alec and Magnus were still away on their honeymoon in Bora Bora for the last week. After their wedding had ended they had taken two packed suitcases and disappeared into the land of no phones allowed and sensual massages.

When Clary went into her old room it felt foreign. The bed hadn't been slept in for months, the clothes in the closet were almost gone- having moved to Jace's. The only things used recently were her Christmas present art supplies. She ran her fingers over the cold duvet and grinned when she thought about why it was unused. Clary hadn't left Jace's bed for months and she never wanted to, it seemed crazy and so soon in their relationship but Clary wanted to marry him. As she stared at the emptied room Clary knew, she was so in love with Jace Herondale.

She noticed the drawer in her old nightstand, it was cracked open. Which was odd in itself because in the short weeks Clary lived in the room, the drawer was locked. She inched towards it, her fingers itching to look inside. Pulling it open she saw a small, ribbon wrapped box and a leather bound book.

Gnawing at her bottom lip Clary wondered if Jace would be mad at her for poking around his personal things, clearly the drawer had been locked for a reason. He didn't want people to see whatever was inside it. She argued with herself for a few minutes, fingering the spine of the book in her lap. She had a natural curiosity, dammit.

Flipping the cover open before she could talk herself out of it, Clary was surprised to see the scratched writing. She didn't read it at first, simply turned the pages. Each one was the same, loopy cursive writing underneath a sleek picture. Starting from the very front of the album Clary ran her finger across the elegant script.

Jace's first birthday!

The picture made Clary grin. A little boy with messy blonde curls sat in a high chair, his chubby cheeks and stubby fingers covered in chocolate cake and icing. The small child wore a ruined animal onesie and his bright golden eyes stared at the crumbles of cake on the surface in front of him with laughter.

Jace's first bath!

A bathtub of soapy bubbles was the center of attention. The little boy had his arms flung into the air, splashing water on the walls. A rubber duck floating on the restless water.

Jace's first time in Central Park!

A red checkered blanket covered in banana pudding was underneath the blonde toddler. Jace was inspecting a handful of grass with keen interest. A woven picnic basket sat next to him abandoned. The blonde woman next to him was beautiful, she had a large yellow stain on her sweater, her hair was in a loose ponytail and her face was broken into a wide grin as she tried to keep the dirty grass in his hand away from Jace's mouth.

Clary deduced that the woman in the picture must be his mother, Céline Montclaire. Jace had mentioned her once to Clary, a long time ago. Jace looked just like Céline. He shared his mother's naturally tanned skin and heartbreaking smile. Clary knew Jace didn't like to talk about his family. Only mentioning offhandedly that Alec and the Lightwoods were his only family.

Feeling like she had pried enough, Clary slammed the album shut and put it back in it's place in the drawer. The little box next to it mocked and taunted her. She glanced towards the door and hoped her legs would carry her away from the temptation. Her hand grazed the velvet covered top before she snapped it back.

Whatever was in this drawer was Jace's, things that he didn't want to talk about or wasn't ready to talk about. The three pages she had looked at were his memories. She didn't have a right to invite herself into them. Shame and guilt at her actions ran down her spine and settled in the pit of her stomach.

The drawers lock clicked when she closed it and Clary walked out of her old room, shutting the door tightly behind her.

Clary changed out of her jeans and slipped on the pajamas Izzy had given her for Christmas. It was the first time she had worn them and she enjoyed the feeling of cool silk against her warm skin. She laid in bed with a book, mindlessly going through the motions of reading one paragraph after the other. Finally she gave into the urge and looked at the clock on the wall in their bedroom, it was a little after nine and Jace still wasn't home. She dialed his number but it went straight to voicemail.

There were no texts or missed calls from him and she knew his practice ended at seven. She tried to think if Jace had told her about anything he had going on after but came up blank. A dull throbbing was building in the back of her head and she rubbed the general area. Setting aside the book and her phone, Clary lay in bed. She wasn't used to going to sleep this early or alone. She had gotten used to the heated arms wrapped around her while she fell asleep and without it Clary didn't know how to get to sleep.

Twisting and turning in the sheets Clary wondered if Jace was okay. It wasn't like him to just drop from her radar without saying anything first. Typing a quick message to her boyfriend Clary dropped her head back on the pillow. Her eyes zoomed on the picture of them on her nightstand. Clary imagined she was on the couch now, drifting away with Jace next to her.

Her muscles relaxed and the phantom warmth of his body lulled her to sleep.

~o.O.o~

When Clary opened her eyes next the room was still engulfed in darkness. She reached out blindly towards the other side of the bed but her hand found nothing but cold and empty sheets. She lifted herself away from the bed and looked around the room. Jace wasn't there. Her throat felt dry and her head still ached. Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, Clary hopped down and made her way to the kitchen. The apartment was quiet as she walked barefoot down the hallway to get a glass of water.

Suddenly she noticed the streaks of multicolored light reflecting off the pale walls. Surprised Clary crept into the living room. A dark figure was hunched over on her couch, unthinking Clary screamed.

The man jumped up and Clary flipped the lightswitch on. Her boyfriend was looking at her with amusement dancing on his face, a forgotten Xbox controller sat on the coffee table and the blinking screen from the television made her flush.

"Clary, why are you screaming?" Jace turned off the videogame and turned back to her.

"I woke up and you weren't there." She said instead of answering his question.

"I went to pick up Alec and Magnus from the airport." At her confused face Jace added, "Remember? I told you about it last night." He had told her, she remembered that now. No wonder he wasn't home until midnight.

"Sorry, I forgot." Jace smiled kindly before his eyes fell downwards.

"What are you wearing?" He said, his voice raw and deep.

"Oh," Clary glanced down at the short nightgown covering her body. A thin, baby blue silk material with an intricate lace hemline. It was a frilly little piece of fabric but it was comfortable. "It was Izzy's Christmas present. Are you coming to bed?"

Jace didn't answer. Stepping towards her with his eyes dark and hungry. Clary wasn't used to seeing that look in his eyes but a welcoming heat spread throughout her body. A tingling sensation passed over her as his fingers gently ran up her arm, her breath catching in her throat. Her hands itched to touch him.

They had kissed dozens of times but when Jace lowered his mouth to hers roughly, it felt like the first time. Jace's hands weren't touching her but she could feel how much he wanted to. He nipped her bottom lip and when she opened up to him, his tongue slipped inside, gliding over hers eagerly. A moan rumbled from his chest and Clary felt her self control snap. Digging her fingers into his hair, her nails scratching and pulling him forward. His back slammed into the hallway wall loudly, the frames shaking from the impact. Jace's arms wrapped around her waist tightly, holding her to him as she devoured him.

Quickly, desperately, her fingers ripped the buttons down his chest and tugged the fabric down. He tasted like mint toothpaste and coffee. Whimpering when she pulled away Clary stared into his dazed eyes. His lips were becoming swollen and he was breathing hard.

His Adam's apple shook when he spoke, his fingers rubbing circles on the covered skin of her hips, "Clary, I-"

She didn't let him finish, whatever he wanted to tell her could wait. She had waited too long for this. She didn't have to think about it anymore- she wanted Jace right now. Kissing her, touching her, inside her.

Using his shoulders for balanced Clary clung to him, her tongue running down his neck. Jace's hand pulled her leg around his waist, aligning their hips so Clary could feel how much he wanted her. The hardening in his pants against her panties made her moan. Jumping into him Clary's feet locked above his ass and she sighed at the increased contact. Everything about him was lean muscle and heat. An electrifying shiver went through her as Jace gave a shallow rock of his hips. Rolling herself into him Clary felt the press of his fingers on her bare thighs. Jace pushed the silk of her slip further up, his hands greedily touching the newly exposed skin. His hands kneading the flesh with vigor. Ducking his head down the column of her throat Jace sucked on the skin, his lips leaving behind blossoming marks in a vivid purple.

Clary squirmed against his hands, they were so close to where she wanted them. She felt the fabric bunch up under her breasts, holding her arms above her head as he slipped it off her body, she giggled when he flung it away like it burned him. Her laughter died on her lips when she realized that the stripped material left her in only her underwear. Her naked torso pressed against Jace's. A gluttonous and needy groan falling from her at the skin to skin contact.

"Jace," His thumb flicked her raised nipple lightly. "Please."

"Anything you want, pretty girl." His mouth closed over her breast and Clary's head fell backwards with a cry. Red tendrils tangling in Jace's hand down her back.

She barely felt him push away from the wall and walk down to their bedroom, only realizing they had moved when her back met the messy sheets. Jace knelt over her, one of his hands palming her breast while the other was nestled between her thighs. He fingered the soaked fabric of her boyshorts but didn't touch her further. His teeth bit down on her nipple and Clary's hand tightened in his hair.

Blindly, Clary reached for the tie of his sweatpants. Kicking the offensive covering down his legs. Jace's mouth released her nipple, and he watched her as his hand slid inside the ban of her underwear. Her eyes shut when his calloused finger pushed inside and dipped into her, her teeth chewing her lip. Clary ripped his biceps in her hands, her nails scratching him.

Jace pumped inside her, enjoying the feel of her squeezing him and trying to pull him further inside. Adding another finger, Jace used the pad of his thumb to rub against her clit. He kissed her soundly, never stopping or changing the rhythm of his hand.

"Faster," She pleaded between gasps.

Wanting to please her, Jace gave a few harsh thrusts of his hand. He was drowning in the breathy sighs and cries she made. Her whole body moved with his fingers as he beckoned them. Her hips lifting from the bed, searching for release. A building orgasm in her stomach. Without warning, Jace ripped his hand away from her, along with the last piece of clothing covering her. He lined himself to her opening and sheathed inside her in one push of his hips. Clary screamed as the bubble in her stomach burst. Her nails drawing blood from his back. Sobbing, Clary felt him kiss all of her face. Jace hadn't moved a single inch, his whole length was inside and Clary could feel her muscles stretching to accommodate him.

"Are you okay, pretty girl?" Nodding Clary smiled up at him. His eyes were filled with affection and when he pulled out she missed him instantly. He made a few shallow plunges, each time not pulling out all the way. The head of his penis staying inside as he moved gently.

"Baby, if you don't speed the fuck up I will flip you." Clary threatened.

"What language, Miss Fray." He propped himself on his elbows, hovering above her.

He looked down to where their bodies met. Her legs opened and welcoming his length inside. Jace released an animalistic growl as he gripped her hips. His movements became erratic and hard, Jace hit a spot in her core that made her vision blur and her back arch.

The wave of pleasure flooded her senses and all she could feel was Jace, his breathing and his hands. He collapsed on top of her in a heap of sweat and loose muscles.

"I can't decide if I want to kill Iz for interrupting us so much before or thank her for getting you that damn babydoll." Jace muttered tiredly against her neck, still flaccidly inside her. He tried to lift himself as to not squash her but Clary tightened her arms around him.

Together they fell into a deep sleep, nothing keeping them apart. The blinking phone on the nightstand illuminating their bodies.

~o.O.o~

Jace woke up from a wiggling in his side. His back ached and he remembered the sting of her fingernails into the taut skin. Groggily opening his eyes Jace saw his girlfriends determined face, her lip pulled between her teeth as she tried to sneak out of his arms.

"What are you doing? Stay in bed." Clary squeaked at the sleep drawn voice asked.

Glancing up she stifled a giggle at the lost look in his eyes. He looked like an adorable little boy, not wanting to let go of his favorite toy. She kissed his lips quickly and whispered,"I have to go shower. I'm all sweaty and gross."

"No, you aren't. You smell amazing." As if to prove his point, Jace buried his nose in her disheveled hair. He inhaled deeply and then sighed contently.

"Baby, I smell like sex and-" Jace growled from behind her and pulled her tighter against his chest when she tried to get out of their bed again. Clary felt his hands cup her breasts and the bite at the junction of her neck.

"Me. You smell like me and I fucking love it," Using his hand to open her legs Clary felt the heat and moisture building. Jace entered her battered sex, gripping her hips and moving inside her in a slow rock. "Don't you love it, pretty girl?"

Pushing back against him she felt his hand pinch the little button between her legs. Jace moved sluggishly in comparison to last night but Clary appreciated the slowness of his thrusts nonetheless. She didn't know if she could handle it rough right now.

Clary couldn't think, didn't want to think, about anything other than the man behind her. He could make her feel like she was floating hundreds of feet in the air. She wanted to blurt it out, I love you, but she stopped herself before the words left her mouth. What if he thought she was only saying it because they had- were having sex?

"Clary." Jace whispered. Clary couldn't speak, only grunt as a response. He pulled out all they way and before Clary could yell at him, Jace was buried to the hilt and pounding into her with energy she didn't know where he found. His hand held her leg away from where they were joined, the position letting him push deeper than before. "Are you with me, pretty girl?"

"Yes!" They went through the rhythm twice before Jace was coming inside her, Clary screamed his name into the pillow when her own orgasm shook her.

Jace didn't pull away from her as she came down from her high. Jace was completely sated. He had Clary in his arms and her skin had a healthy postorgasmic glow that made his insides turn to mush. He hoped that the orgasm would tire her out enough to go back to sleep so he wouldn't have to be in bed alone.

When Clary began lifting herself up again, Jace flipped her onto her back. "Would you please let me go so I can shower?"

"No." He pouted. Jace wanted to fuck her again but his dick wasn't on the same page, it would take a while before he could get hard enough to last longer. He didn't want to let her go and he wasn't in the right state to get into the shower with her. An idea came into his head and Jace grinned devilishly at her suspicious face.

Kissing down her chest, he circled both of her nipples, before continuing further down. He heard her inhale quickly as he spread her legs open. Her lips were red and glistening with her juices. Jace used his finger to gather some of her cream and, looking into her eyes, brought it to his mouth. It tasted like honey and cinnamon, with a little bitter aftertaste but Jace found it amazing. His Clary.

"What are you- Oh!" She grabbed onto his hair as his mouth closed over her. His fingers slipped inside her roughly and he felt the walls tighten around them. She was quickly becoming wet and Jace wanted to taste her again.

Licking her slit he moaned, "God, your taste." Pushing her legs over his shoulders Jace twirled his tongue over the swollen bud. He loved the way she smelled, the way her breasts bounced as she arched off the rumpled duvet.

"Fuck!" He chuckled at her language, the vibration traveling from her cunt and into the pit of her stomach. "Don't stop!"

His tongue replaced his fingers, forcing itself as deep as he could go. Using his hands to keep her legs open as she rode his face. Clary was screaming his name and Jace thought, in passing, that they were definitely putting on a show for their neighbors. Before she could come Jace released her and climbed over her body.

She stared at him with wide eyes, Clary was about to cry. She had been so close! She had been hanging off the edge and now she was falling back on land and it was so cruel. Laying on his sore back, Jace tugged his girlfriend to straddle his hip. His rejuvenated member jutting out against her stomach.

"Ride me," His voice was raw and he gave a little thrust into the air. Clary grabbed him mercilessly, still not overly happy about being abandoned on the verge of an orgasm.

Jace helped guide her as she pushed him into her heated sex. Their moans combining when he was all the way in her core. His hands massaged her breasted as she moved leisurely above of him. They were firm and the perfect size to fit in his palms. His golden eyes drifted to her sex and he watched in fascination as his cock disappeared between her folds.

"Jace." Clary leaned down and kissed him. Her chest gliding over his with her movements. This was her upteenth orgasm in twelve hours and Clary was sure that if this kept happening she would die. "Jace." Tears were flowing down her face.

Jace stilled their rocking hips, worry gnawed at him. Pushing strands of red hair away from her face Jace felt his heart crack. Her eyes were red and there were streaks of tears down her cheeks. "Woah, pretty girl, what's wrong? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Clary shook her head quickly, "Of course not. I just-" Clary buried her face in his neck. Jace waited patiently for her to continue, running his fingers through her hair gently. "I want to come. I need to come but I can't."

"I can take care of that, love." The word came so naturally that Jace didn't notice he had said it. He sat against the headboard, Clary still in his lap. Her sniffles turned to cries of pleasure as he used her hips to slam her down on him. Over and over again until she couldn't see clearly. He gripped her chin in his hand and commanded in a low voice, "Come."

Clary fell from the edge she'd been hanging off of. Her screams swallowed by his mouth. She could taste herself on him and he continued the relentless pace as she came down. Collapsing against his chest Clary expected him to stop, but he didn't. She couldn't take anymore. Her pussy was protesting the continued intrusion.

Raising her head Clary whimpered as he suddenly stood on his feet, still inside her. Clary wrapped her legs around him as he walked to the corner of the room. Sweeping his arm over the desk Clary heard the mass of pens and paper hitting the floor.

He sat her on the wooden surface. "Jace, fuck…" Before she could finish he was pushing her to lay down on the cold desk.

"I haven't gotten to come again. That's not fair, now, is it?" He grinned wickedly from above her and Clary gripped the rim of the bureau. With a hand on her stomach for support, Jace increased his already reckless penetration. He wasn't human, Clary decided.

Despite her already worn out body, she could feel herself squeezing him tighter. Trying to hold his throbbing cock in her hot passage. He came shortly after, his semen filling her further and running down her milky thighs. Leaning down Jace kissed her lips.

"You're amazing."

"Are you talking to me or my vagina?"

~o.O.o~

Jace had eventually let her go shower, after his last orgasm he had been too tired to argue with her about getting out of bed. In fact, when she had come out of the bathroom Jace was sound asleep. Clary dressed quickly and shut the door on her way out.

She was happy that their relationship had finally reached the physical stage. She loved spending time with Jace just kissing and lightly touching each other but last night and this morning had been magnetic. Clary was drawn to him even more. Knowing she could drive him crazy in bed was comforting. It was hard for her to admit but she had been a little scared of getting sexual- Jace had been with a lot of girls and she hadn't dated more than a handful of guys. A part of her had been scared that she wouldn't be good enough.

Clary grinned when she spotted his shirt and her babydoll in the living room, the shirt was next to the couch where she had dropped it but her dress was hanging off the bookshelf. Clary reminded herself that her boyfriend was an athlete and it shouldn't surprise her, with that realization also came the epiphany that this morning's escapades were probably a normal amount for Jace. Cringing, Clary tried not to think of how sore she would be constantly.

An hour later Jace found Clary in the kitchen, pulling out a tray of chocolate chip cookies from the oven. Silently Jace wrapped his arms around her, laughing when she jumped.

"I have the most amazing girlfriend in the world." Kissing her cheek Jace steals a handful of cookies from the balmy platter. Clary tried to smack his hand away but he was too quick for her and she was still pretty tired. "I love you."

Clary was sure that she had stopped breathing. Turning back to her boyfriend Clary stared at him with wide eyes, "What did you just say?"

"I love you," He repeated simply. Jace was anxious as he watched her mull over his confession. He had tried to keep it in but she felt so right in his arms, in their apartment. He had to tell her. Even if she didn't say it back, Jace felt a weight lift away from his chest.

"I love you, too." Her beaming smile was enough to make Jace forget about every single woman he had ever so much as looked at. Clary Fray was the only one who mattered in his eyes, who would ever matter. Jace leaned down and kissed her softly, gently, lovingly. His heart felt full and complete and Jace couldn't imagine a way his life could ever get better than in this moment. In the kitchen, with his girlfriend, coming off of an orgasm high and cookies.

A knock sounded through the apartment, with a cookie hanging from his mouth, Jace opened the door. Simon was on the other side. He wore his regular graphic tee shirt and ripped jeans and Jace wondered if he owned anything other than that. Smiling lightly at his girlfriends best friend he let Simon into the apartment.

Jace wasn't jealous when Simon hugged Clary. Simon and Izzy were seeing each other casually and Clary was his. His girlfriend, his lover, his whole world. "Hey, Clare-Bear, you ready to head out to lunch?"

"I totally forgot, I'm so sorry, Si." Clary rushed, embarrassed to have forgotten. "Let me grab a jacket and we can go." Clary came back a minute later, tugging her arm through the sleeve of her coat. On their way out the door she leaned on her toes and kissed his cheek, "I love you."

"I love you, too." Jace called out down the stairs, grinning like a fool as Iz and Alec came around the corner. Isabelle pulled a five dollar bill out of her pocket and handed it to their brother. Jace looked between them, confused. "Do I want to know?" Izzy shook her head.

To Be Continued...

Disclaimer: I don't own the Mortal Instruments.

To the people who guessed that Cecily (mentioned in Winter Wonderland) was Jace's mother- you were wrong. To the guest who asked for two chapters a day- dude I'm pumping out like three chapters a week, I have a life, a family. Read my other stories.

How are you guys feeling about this story? Are you enjoying all of the updates that have been happening all month? There's only ten chapters of this story in all so I mean I'm about to finish this entire story before December so 10/10 for me. This story is all fluffy and sweet and generally fucking adorable that I feel like after I finish this I'm going to write a dark af story with demons and murder and shit just to even out my life. There was a lot of sex here and I didn't expect it but here we are. This was a fuckfest.

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