Who: Clary and Jace What: Clary gets a little possessive When: Back-dated to after the tethering Where: Clary's house Rating: Moderate to high Status: Complete
Clary was putting on lip gloss. Which meant one thing, Jace was coming over. She was excited, didn't know what the evening would hold. She'd managed to convince her mom to go out to an art show tonight so they had the house to themselves. Putting her lip gloss down on the table under the mirror near the front door, she fluffed her hair and checked to see if she looked ready while she waited for her gorgeous boyfriend.
So he had been summoned, he thought as he knocked on the door. It made him smile. It wasn’t in the bad way. It was a let’s make an effort to watch a movie kind of night. Those were the ones he liked best anyway. In the last year, she was still the one he wanted to spend time with, and the one he could see in his life for a very long time. That was definitely a good sign. Because of that, he would wait impatiently for however long it took.
Clary heard the knock at the door and grinned happily. After he got stuck together with Irisa, she’d been wanting to get him alone and all to herself. She figured this territorial feeling she got over him was something to do with being a Shadowhunter in the Dreams. Lately she’d felt fiercer towards her boyfriend and fellow Shadowhunters. All but skipping to the door, she opened it with a big smile. “Hey, come in,” she gestured for him to come in and once the the door was closed behind them, she reached up on her toes and kissed him in greeting.
Jace wasn’t honestly sure what her change of attitude was, but he liked it. Clary was turning into a tough little shadowhunter, and he still worried, but she could hold her own. She was also getting bolder with him. He thought the two were related, at least in part. Either way, he took advantage and pulled her closer. “We should have been tethered together. That would have been fun,” he said. He had said the same thing over text. He was very happy that it didn’t last very long.
“Hmm,” Clary hummed happily against him, pulling him down for another slower kiss. Perhaps a little uncharacteristically, she skimmed her hands down his chest and under his tshirt, skimming her hands up the skin beneath before dragging her nails downwards as she kissed him. She’d never been so forward, verging on aggressive with him before, but the thought of that girl waking up in bed with him made her blood boil.
Jace’s eyes widened a little bit. He wanted to ask what was going on. The questions were seriously threatening to spill over his lips. However, he didn’t want to break the mood with talk. He wasn’t sure if this was the result of him being tethered to a woman for a few days, but he wasn’t going to complain. He put the questions away, returning the kiss. He dropped his jacket down his arms, leaving it next to the door as he moved them into the room.
Clary grinned against his lips as he maneuvered them into the front room. She backed up until she felt the arm of the chair against her rear and perched herself on it. She ran her hands back up his chest over his shirt and sank her fingers into his hair as she continued to kiss him. She held him close to her and moved so he could stand between her legs while they kissed.
This was different, very different. It was good - more than that. He kept his mouth closed and moved with her, standing between her legs. He left room for her hand but not much else as he kissed her. Luckily he didn’t have to worry about anyone interrupting them. His other hand began to move, going from the back of her neck, over her shoulder. His mouth moved down her neck, while his hand started with the top button of her blouse. It popped lightly, and his hand moved to the second. He wanted to ask, to make sure, to make sure he wasn’t getting slapped, but he wanted this, and she would let him know.
Clary felt his hand go to her blouse and pulled back slightly to watch his hand as he moved. She chanced a look up at him. He looked beautiful, hair ruffled, cheeks flushed and lips parted. She loved this boy, so much. She trailed the tips of her fingers down the side of his throat as he concentrated on her buttons. She hadn’t really planned this, but she wanted to stake her claim as it was. Make sure Jace knew he belonged with her and no-one else. Fascinated by the pulse beating at his throat, she leaned forward and pressed a long kiss to it.
That one look changed him. He couldn’t explain it really. It was the way she looked at him with that depth. He got lost in her eyes for a minute, but he understood, this wasn’t just the first time, it was them. It was exciting, and new and different, and there were feelings, and they were resonating louder than anything else. The kiss distracted him, but the impact remained.
The next kiss had purpose and passion, different from just intense heat. He smiled lightly, popping the third button. He stepped back for just a minute and pulled his shirt off, showing the runes that he had put on himself. Since he had been training, his chest was bigger than it had been. She had seen it, but this was a much closer look.
Clary watched him take his shirt off and admired the smooth skin there. She reached out and smoothed her hands over his chest, fingers running over the runes as she came across them. She traced them as if she were drawing them on his skin, taking care to follow every line to its conclusion. She looked up at him again. “Do you love me, Jace?” she asked quietly, eyes locked with his as she brought his wrist up to the side of her face so she could press a kiss to the inside of it.
Jace had been a scrawny kid, always rail thin. He was always athletic, but there was never a bulge of muscle. He had filled out a lot, and the workouts showed, but exposing skin was easy. Exposing the heart was another matter. At the question, he felt a shot of nerves. Of course the feelings were there, but putting them into words and making them audible was a huge step. He looked at her eyes. There were so many answers in her eyes. “Yes, I love you. I have - for almost a year.” He didn’t plan on that ending at any time soon, but he wanted to hear it from her too. “Tell me.”
Clary stared up into his eyes, unable to look away. “I love you,” she told him, suddenly breathless. She’d never imagined something like this could happen. That she’d be with someone like Jace; smart, gorgeous, sexy and most of all, he wanted her. A fact which was still pretty inconceivable to her at times. “So much,” she said fiercely, taking his face in her hands. “I don’t want to ever be away from you. I don’t ever want to be with anyone else. Just you,” she told him firmly, stroking her thumbs back and forth against his cheeks.
He really couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Putting feelings into words was scary, but it was also pretty amazing. Sure, there were people that thought he was attractive, but not one ever said they loved him. It was like hearing something and not even realizing how badly those words were needed. “I’m only yours. I promise, for as long as you want me.” He was young, but he meant it. He knew what he wanted, and he wanted her.
Clary’s breath hitched as she replied. “Always.” She pushed her fingers back into his hair again and pulled him down for a slow, deep kiss which promised him she meant everything she said. “I’ll want you always.”
“Always is a big word. I like it,” he whispered against her lips. He had never imagined an always, not in his wildest imagination. He also made a quick decision. If this was going to happen, it wasn’t going to be in the living room, or on a sofa. He was going to do this right. “Come with me,” he said, leading her towards the bedroom.
Clary couldn’t help but feel the flutter of butterflies in her stomach. She hadn’t meant for this to happen originally, but when she’d seen him at her door something had...come over her. She gave a little shy smile as he led her to her bedroom. There were some drawings of Jace, Izzy, Alec and Simon on her bedspread and some chalks on her bedside table. She’d had a bit of a drawing frenzy earlier on and forgotten to tidy up. “Sorry,” she said, reaching to pick them up.
Jace really did love her drawings. That was that one thing that just blew his mind. He reached down to pick up one of him. They were always the most detailed, especially in his eyes, like they were the ones that she knew the best. It might not have been true exactly, but that was his impression. There were drawings of the others, but more of him. “I haven’t seen these.” His eyes moved between her and the drawing itself. She was definitely the girl for him. “You always get me, like I could walk off the page.”
“They’re just something I work on when I can’t sleep, or I’m lonely,” Clary shrugged as she picked up a couple of leafs of paper, her cheeks colouring a little at his observations. “I love drawing you. It just...comes to me, like I’ve been looking at you and studying you for years,” she ran her gaze and her fingers over one of the drawings of Jace in her hands, the corners of her lips raising in a little smile as she did.
He leaned in and kissed her again. Each and every time she drew him, his mind was just blown. She saw things in him that he didn’t even see. “If I stay the night, are you still going to draw?” he asked. He didn’t want her to stop doing that, but he did want his time with her. He took the drawings out of her hand and set them aside neatly. “We can also talk about them later.” He was anxious to get back to what they were doing.
Clary gave him a cheeky grin as she looked up at him coyly. “I’ll just have to draw you when you’re asleep then, won’t I?” she teased, feeling naughty and powerful at the same time..
He leaned down close, tongue barely touching his lip. “You can if you promise to exhaust me first.” If she was going to tease him, he was certainly going to tease her right back. He gave her a quick smirk and wrapped an arm around her lower back, pulling her against him. He was definitely interested in that idea.
Clary’s eyelids fluttered as Jace teased her with an almost kiss, gasping as he pulled her flush against him. Dropping the drawings in her hands to the floor, she slid her hands up and around his neck to pull him in for a slow, deep kiss. She turned them just slightly so his back was to her bed, and putting her hands to his shoulders and giving him a firm push so he was sat on the bed in front of her. She grinned down at him and bit her lip as she slowly moved to kneel over him.
His hands moved to her waist as she climbed on him. She had moments that were feisty, and he loved that fight in her. In the dreams, she was the same, and he was smitten. “Too bad our dream selves can’t do this. That would solve a lot of problems.” He tugged her hips gently into his, kissing her. He leaned back, giving her room to settle in.
Clary let him kiss her and hold her close. She threaded her fingers through his hair as they kissed and she pressed herself against him, groaning against his mouth. Just as things were starting to get interesting, Clary heard the front door slam.
Pulling back from him quickly, she looked at him in horror as she listened for a voice. As if on cue her mother’s shout cut through the house: “Clary!” Clary closed her eyes against the disappointment and dread. “We left your jacket in the hall,” she groaned, dropping her face to hide in the hollow of his shoulder.
It was so easy for Jace to forget that parents were still very much present for Clary. His dad was the official absentee parent, not that he cared now that he was 18. So far Clary’s mom liked him, and he wanted to keep it that way, which probably wasn’t going to happen when he was half dressed. “No, this cannot happen,” he groaned. His hand covered his face, semi-concealing the pained look.
“I’m sorry,” Clary grimaced as she sat up, trying to scrabble off his lap and start righting her clothing. “I’ll see if she’s going out again,” she pressed a quick kiss to his lips, running her hands through her hair so she didn’t look like she’d been having a serious make-out session even though she had. “But I wouldn’t hold out too much hope,” she apologised. “Our luck wouldn’t be that good,” she joked, hurrying out of the room.
“The Gods of karma kick my ass every time,” Jace mumbled, running fingers through his hair still flopped back on the bed. He gave her a weak smile, knowing that there was no way that the woman was leaving. No, he wasn’t going to be that lucky. His luck would be that Clary’s mom would be in a mood to binge watch something with Clary.
Once the door was shut, he sat up, picking up his shirt. He had to put himself together, or her mom would guess exactly what they were up to. “Next time we are staying at the institute,” he mumbled, pulling it over his head.