Her Own Dark Angel

The Surrender of Clarissa

Clary was in her and Sebastian's bedroom. Yeah, but don't think like that. She and Sebastian never did anything like that. The only time they did things like that was in the Bone chandelier.
Whenever Sebastian tried to seduce her, she would remember that Jace was probably alone, heartbroken. That would get her to shove Sebastian off. This time was different, however. Sebastian seemed to never give up.
WARNING! CLABASTIAN SCENE! (If you do not ship, skip till the italics stop)
She jumped when she felt a pair of arms snake around her waist. A chin was resting on her left shoulder, eyelashes tickling her cheeckbones. She froze when a pair of lips found her neck. She and Sebastian usually stopped at this point. But it was always because Jace popped in her thoughts. Now, Jace probably stopped loving her and basically called her beautiful children, her sun moon and stars, monsters. In her emotional mess, she captured Sebastian's lips with her own.
Sebastian gasped in surprise and a hint of vulnerability. Finally Clary will accept him. He kissed her back with burning passion. His eyes were black with lust. His fingers were gently caressing Clary's hips and thighs.
Clary jumped in his arms, letting herself fall inti that black pit, the pit that she always saw when Sebastian kissed her. This time, she accepted it. After all, Jace probably hated her, and Sebastian had supported her and their children. She hoped that Jace will meet with her, though. That night, Clarissa Fairchild became Clarissa Morgenstern. Sebastian, her brother, layed her on their bed and kissed her. A lot. And she let him.
~ In the morning~
Clary blinked her eyes, wiping the crust from her eyes. It was morning. She went to get up, but a pair of strong arms were wrapped around her torso. Her bare torso. Silky pale white hair was caressing her shoulder. Which was also bare. The head that was attatched to the hair was nestled in the crook of her neck. There was a pale chest connected to the head. The chest was bare too, just to mention. Slowly, with realization dawning on her, she peeked at the face that belonged to the head. Sebastian.
So she and Sebastian actually slept with each other last night. She shook her head. Best not think about it too much. It helped relieve pent up stress. Perhaps Sebastian might forget about Jace, and his plans to kill him. That would be good.
As she was gently running her hands through her new lover's soft hair, she wondered how the hell she got into this mess. A mess indeed.
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-I