Clace (Liberty High School) (Completed)

40. The Project

Author's Note: I know the image above doesn't have anything really to do with the story, but I think it's funny. This is the big 4-0!

Jace

"Red, I didn't mean to hurt you. I....I thought we were playing," I respond and look away in shame. How did you not know that she wasn't playing! You idiot!

"I...I thought we were playing too, but then you asked about checkers. I figured you were being serious and I had just misinterpreted the entire conversation. That I wasn't attractive enough," Red replies. Okay, this is just getting....ugh! How many times will I have one explain? "As many as it takes!" A voice shouts in my head. I guess we're going to have to do another project.

"Red, I want to do another project. This one will be a little different. What do you say?" I ask hopeful.

"Jace, I...I trust you," Red replies.

"Okay, I'm going to keep my hands on either side of you. You're going to be in control. I'm going to kiss you, and tell you how beautiful you are. We're going to do whatever you want. I'll admit I'm a little nervous, but I'll be fine. This is about making you feel like you're as beautiful as you are," I explain.

"O...okay," Red replies.

"Okay, I'm going to wait for your permission," I say. She nods, but that won't work. "I need you to have a voice in this. I need you to speak with me for this to work. I...I know it might be difficult because of...v" Red tenses. How does she usually refer to Valentine? Think damn it! "Him. Just please try. This is all in your control. Just tell me what you want me to do."

"Jace, you said were supposed to be honest," Red whispers.

"Yes, I always want you to feel like you can talk to me honestly. What's wrong?" I ask. Did you seriously already mess this up?

"Jace, I...I'm nervous. I have been since I woke up. I know this isn't exactly the best time, but we need to talk," Red manages. Her cheeks radiate heat, and she bites her lip.

"Okay, what's going on?" I ask as I get off of her and she sits up. I want her to know I take this seriously.

"W...what if some day you wake up and realize I'm not beautiful? What if I end up giving you my heart, and then you find someone else better than me to be with?" Red let's it all out. "What if someone finds out about us and tells you to dump me or you won't be popular anymore? What if my dad....He finds us? If he knew I had you, he'd take you away? You're everything he told me I'd never have because I don't deserve it and I'm nothing." Tears fall down her face, and I scoot closer to her. She falls into my chest. I get her in the blankets and make sure she's comfortable.

"Okay, let's just take a deep breath. First, there is absolutely no way I'll ever think your not beautiful. It's not just your outside appearance that has me so caught up in you. It's all of your kindness, patience, passion, and strength. There's nothing you could do to change the things that make you beautiful. Second, there is NO ONE else I'd want to be with ever. You are my one and only. The person I am when you're around, it's my best me. Third, I don't care if the president himself told me to dump you, I wouldn't. Fourth, Valentine has no idea where you are. Plus, I'd never let him take me away from you. Your...He doesn't know anything about you, what you deserve, or how much you are worth," I whisper in her ear. "Now, if you'd like, we can get to making out or we can just lay here, whatever you want."

"Thank you for your kind words. It really means a lot to me when you tell me those things. However....I think it's time to stop talking for a while." Please tell me we're going to make out. Please please please. Instead of answering me, she pushed me onto my back with surprising force and got on top of me. Angel! She can't do that! She's going to feel it! Crap crap crap! What do I do?

"Red...oh..I...you...ah," I try, but just end up moaning. Pull it together Jace! She's going to feel it soon! Red's lips connect with mine. Her hands find my hair. I curl my hands through her hair. My tongue dances on her bitten lip. She looks at me and smiles. Okay, so maybe she isn't going to feel it! All of a sudden she blushes, and I know she knows. I find myself blushing as well. This is so not how I wanted this to go. "Red, you're so beautiful," I whisper.

She pulls at the hem of my shirt. She wants to take my shirt off. Well that's a new step! Okay, just let her do it! I arch my back, so she can lift it over my head. Her cheeks return to their red color and she giggles. Her hands explore my shirtless chest as she kisses me. I kiss her back, but I keep my hands in her hair. This is Red's thing. I'm just the lucky fella she's trusting to help her. I must get lost in thought because when I look at Red, her face has this annoyed look.

"Jace, are you even enjoying this?" Red asks.

"Of course I am, Red. I told you earlier, I want this to be about you. I don't want to touch you anywhere you won't like," I explain.

"Jace, if your not enjoying this, we can stop. The...the only thing I wouldn't like you doing to me, is holding my arms down. I have to feel like I can defend myself, not that I'd ever have to...it's just...complicated. I wish I could explain it better," Red cries.

"Hey, hey don't cry. It's okay. I understand, trust me. I won't EVER hold your arms down. And...I am definitely enjoying this," I assure her. She smiles and I flip her over.

Lingering over her, she finally concedes. "Jace, please just kiss me."

I can't help but smile at my accomplishment. I slowly inch my lips closer to hers, until they connect.

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I do not own any of the Mortal Instruments books, materials, etc. All credit belongs to Cassandra Clare.

Author's Note:
This is my first fanfic. I hope you guys like it! Please leave comments, votes, and feedback. I'm going to update, when I'm done and it'll be random.

Originally posted: 2/9/18