City Of Clace

City Of Clace Chapter 11

The next morning Clary woke up in Jace's bed, but Jace wasn't there. She quietly got up and went into the bathroom to see if he was showering. He wasn't. She decided to go to Izzy's room.

"Come in!"Izzy called through the door.

Clary walked in and found Izzy sitting on the bed next to none other than Jace.

"Jace? What are you doing here?!"Clary exclaimed.

He sheepishly turned his face down and said, "um... asking Izzy for help with something. "

"With what? "

"Oh, nothing important. "

But Clary knew it WAS important or else Jace would have just told her. She would ask Izzy later, when they were alone. She walked away, wondering, and ran, literally, into Alec.

"Sorry."He muttered and ran off.

"Someone's in a hurry. "Clary whispered to herself.

"What was that? "A voice asked from behind her.

Clary swung around, ready to punch whoever it was.

"Woa there, no need to get violent. "Jace said.

Clary hadn't realized he had followed her into the hall.

"So, what were you asking Izzy? "Clary questioned yet again.

"If you really must know, "he sighed,"i was asking for tips about how to make a romantic date. For you. Not Izzy. That would be weird. "

"Really? "Clary asked, surprised. Jace was not the type to ask for help. Especially from Izzy. "For me? "

"Yes. "He replied, walking up to Clary and wrapping his arms around her waist.

Clary went on her tip toes and pressed her lips to his softly, like they had all the time in the world. Jace's hands began to creep up the back of Clary's shirt, but she didn't care. She liked it. It felt good.

"Oh, for the Angel's sake, get a room! "Izzy screeched, covering her eyes at the sight of Jace and Clary making out.

So that's exactly what they did. The two walked the short distance to Jace's room and slammed the door shut. Jace pushed Clary up against the wall and began kissing her collarbone, then her jawline, then finally her mouth. She kissed back roughly, wrapping Jace's shirt around her hands and pulling him closer. He moved his hands to her neck and brought her head even closer to his, if that was even possible. Soon enough, Jace's sorry was strewn across the floor. Clary's hand ran up and down his back, feeling all his strong muscles sticking out. She slid her hand to his stomach and slowly bright them down to the waist of his jeans. Before Clary could do anything, Jace had ripped her shirt off and was moving for her pants. She helped him and then removed his pants. Let's just say they both had fun that day.