The PinUp Coffee Shop

Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Moment We've Been Waiting For

***Mature Content Ahead!!!***

Clary was breathing heavily. Tonight, she was doing it. She, Magnus, and Isabelle figured out which outfit to wear for Jace the previous night, and they had helped her figure out the details of what she was wearing and makeup she would have on.

She had taken Jonny home that night, after Isabelle convinced Jace to stay at the Institute so she could go through her wardrobe without him hovering and seeing all of the stuff she bought. She had washed it and gotten it all put away that night as she couldn't sleep all that well.

Now the pressure was really on though. Jace was coming over for lunch and dinner that night, and he was going to stay the night. She had gone over the day with Isabelle and Magnus and they both told her that she had to start preparing the minute she got up that morning. They planned the day out, making sure they had all of their I's, dotted and their T's crossed. She would be wearing a flimsier silk nightgown than she usually did, when he arrived for breakfast. She would be making pancakes and bacon, his favorite kind of breakfast. And from then on, they would eat, all while she tried not to look at him too much. The last thing they wanted was for him to figure it out and find a reason to hesitate or back out. They all thought that he wanted her, but they were worried that he would feel like he was pressuring her. That's how they came to this decision.

Because they didn't know how the whole day was planned though, they helped her come up with a checklist of things to do and not to do. For example: Do touch him lightly, like a brush of fingers. Do not make out, let his desire build. Kissing okay, but no full-frontal Frenching. She had to laugh at the memory. She didn't like the idea, but she was starting to feel like she was just going to jump him in the middle of the supermarket. Starvation was the only way that she could describe the sensation. So, she listened.

She had to subtly make him want her. Start off easy, clothing. Something that wasn't too different from her usual choices, just a bit tighter and more enticing. That was how they chose a pair of dark blue high-rise jeans that hugged her thighs and butt more than she was used to, and an emerald green sweater that clung to her body in just the right way and tucked into her jeans. It wasn't suffocating nor itchy, she actually really liked the look. And she completed it a pair of black booties that Isabelle didn't have to try too hard to talk her into. She left her hair down, letting it cascade down her back in red rivulets. She had noticed that the older she got and the less stress she was feeling about trying to make herself look better and let herself free, her curls seemed to spiral out a bit more than curling like a wildfire. Her makeup she kept to a minimum. A bit of eyeshadow, some mascara, and a peach lip gloss that she knew Jace loved to kiss off of her. He loved it when she didn't wear a lot of makeup, he always told her how beautiful she was without it. Coating her skin with her Mango Nectar and Hibiscus lotion, since Jace loved mangos, and dash of her Pomegranate perfume to add a bit of subtlety to her scent, she was ready for the rest of the day of seduction.

Jace took her and Jonny out to the park where the snow that fell the night before, decorated the trees and flooded the ground. They spent their afternoon making snowmen and snow angels, and one small snowball fight between the couple. Jonny of course cheering for his mother. Jace in retaliation picked the little boy up high in the air, making him squeal in delight, before burying him in a pile of snow. Clary laughed at them as Jonny flung the snow up in the air, making it snow some more.

As the chill set in, creeping into their bones, they left to go back to the house and warm up with hot chocolate and eat some chicken soup with a Christmas movie by the fireplace. Jonny fell asleep with his blanket and giraffe and his head in his mother's lap. He had a small chocolate mustache from his warm drink and his chicken soup bowl empty. Clary was laying on the floor by the fireplace, leaning up against Jace's chest, his arms wrapped around her as he too leaned up against a stack of pillows. They also had a black and red checkered blanket draped over them, warming every part of them.