Shadowhunters: Clace Fluff

Chapter 1: With You

"Jace!" I giggle. Jace slid his way in between my legs, facing me, smiling. "Mom and Luke could be home any minute!" I smile, but I know he's made up his mind. He crawls his way to my head, and leans down and kisses me.

We were at Luke's library- house, that we are selling and moving out of for an apartment, but for right now, the boxes and the dusty shelves of books are where we stay. Mom and Luke were out getting groceries for dinner when Jace came in, and told me he missed me, and he hasn't seen me all day. I had laughed at him, and told him to come sit by me. Now here we are.

"Hmm..." He says to my lips. "Should I keep kissing my girlfriend or make her mom think I'm responsible..."

"If my mom thinks you are responsible then we can make out when it's just us more often." I say, trying to sway him, but his lips were traveling my face, kissing anything he wanted. I really didn't want him to stop, but just thinking of the embarrassment makes me blush.

"But we are alone now..." He says. I sigh as he kisses me, softly. There is no stopping him.

"Fine but if mom and Luke walk in while you have your hands in my shirt it is your fault." I shrug.

He looks at me, and smiles, a small, sly smile. "Who said I'm going to have my hands in your shirt? I could just take your shirt off..."

"Jaaaace!" I pout. He smiles at me.

"Oh, that would be embarrassing for your parents to walk in on..." He says, lifting his head a bit more.

"Definitely." I agree, and we both start to chuckle.

He presses his soft lips to mine. He parts my mouth with his tongue, and my hands wrap around his waist. He puts his hands in my hair, twirling one of my curls with his finger.

"I know Luke, but- Clary!!" A voice comes from the doorway. Mom!

We pull away, swiftly, untangling. Luke was trying to conceal the smile and looked at me with a tiny grin, knowing he couldn't help it. Luke had told me I definitely didn't have to call him "dad", but I could if I wanted to.

Mom, on the other hand, looked stern, and serious. Jace had his hand in mine, I guess it got there somehow.

"Couldn't you have gone to to your room?!" Mom said to me. I blushed fiercely.

"We weren't doing anything, it was just a kiss..." I say. Mom started towards the kitchen.

"Sure." She gives me a spectacle look. "I'm going to make dinner. Jace, you can stay for dinner if you'd like." She looks at Jace, a smile. I knew she didn't blame Jace. She was warming up to Jace.

When she was in the kitchen, Luke burst out laughing, a hand on his hip. I laugh too, still blushing, and Jace starts to as well. He squeezes my hand as if to say, "scary". I laugh harder.

***

"Thank you... Mrs...?" Jace said, looking for the right thing to say, I could tell.

"It's Garroway, but you can just call me Jocelyn." Mom said. Jace nodded. "And anytime." She smiled.

Soon, we all stop eating and go around the small house. I smile, and take Jace up to my room. He smiles and comes with me.

I collapse on my bed, and he lays beside me, putting a hand on my thigh. I lay my head on his chest.

His phone was vibrating in his pocket, I could feel it. I take it from his pocket, and he shrugs, trusting me. I look at it.

"Its Izzy. She wants to know when you're going back to the Institute." I tell him. He looks at me, seeing the phones screen.

"It's up to you." He smiled. "I could go back now-"

"No!" I say. "Stay here!"

"I'll see you tomorrow when you're training." He smiles, and kisses atop my head.

"Noooooo. Please stay!" I beg, looking at him. I look into his eyes, pleading.

"I want to." He says. "But what will your mom say?"

I hop up and lock the door. "What mom?" I ask. He laughs, and I go back to my place on his chest, and I text Izzy:

I'll be back in the morning.

i kno its u txtin Clary. Jace nvr txts in full words

I can't say your wrong.

Have fun 2nite! 😉

I blush, and Jace looks at me, chuckling. "And what would we be doing? Sleeping?" He says with a grin. I flip my body, so that I'm on top of him.

"I would say that, but I'd be lying. Unless of course, you'd object?" I whisper in his ear, no longer blushing, and when I was done talking, I nipped his ear.

"Have I ever objected?" He whispered.

I pull off his shirt, slowly. "No. Can we try to be quiet?" I say, and kiss him. A firery, passionate, hard and slow kiss. His hands traveled my body. I pulled his jean shorts off, tracing just above his underwear line with my finger. He slid my pants off with grace.

"Now I have my hands in your shirt." He whispered to me, and snuck his hands to the tops of my breasts through my shirt and the top of my bra.

"Jace!" I moan quietly.