Destined

Chapter 19: The Wall

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~Just remember that this is a cute story, with just a tiny bit of drama to keep it interesting. There is no big plot or anything, like in my other stories. Just something light to read, without thinking much, haha

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Chapter 19: The Wall (1,0K)

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Jace's PoV

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Jace hung up his phone, feeling frustrated as ever and he angrily glared at his coffee. It had been two weeks since the little encounter with Clary's father, and two weeks that Clary had been desperately trying to avoid him. Of course, she didn't avoid it upfront, but she never answered his phone calls and her text messages looked more like telegrams than text messages.

If this was what dating girls meant, Jace didn't like it one bit. Having the pressure of watching his every move and word wasn't enough, now he had to add the threatening shadow of Valentine Morgenstern. Not that he was being paranoid, but he could swear that someone had been tailing him more than once since that disastrous Saturday morning.

Suddenly, someone sat in front of him and Jace saw yet another worry he didn't like in this 'dating-thing' situation: Clary's brother. Jonathan was looking at him with a small smirk, and even though now Jace had now green eyes boring into his golden ones, they didn't have the rightful owner.

"So, you met Dad?" Jon said with a satisfactory grin, and Jace resumed glaring at his coffee, cursing the fact that he decided to stop in this cafe between hours of work. Jonathan was someone really hard to read, and Jace could never tell if he was joking or not, nor what he was really thinking behind those green eyes of his.

"And you're chickening out. Sad, I didn't picture your golden head as a wuss, but I guess first impressions can be wrong sometimes."

"I'm chickening out?" Jace repeated with disbelief. He was the one who did everything to at least talk to Clary, or even email her, and he was the wuss? Where was the logic in there?

"That's what she thinks. Between two sessions of yelling. Maybe it's a good thing you don't hang on to her, because when she starts screaming_"

"What do you mean 'that's what she thinks'?" Jace curtly cut Jon off, not understanding how in the Hell Clary could have had this impression.

"Yeah, you know, girls. They always overanalyse the simplest thing. Like the fact that you kissed her on the forehead after Dad's intervention. She mentioned that several times. Really loudly. Like I said, her screaming..." Jonathan trailed, placing his hands around his head like a balloon.

Jace blankly stared for a few seconds and then he rolled his eyes. He should have ended up gay like Aline. At least he knew how to deal with his own gender. Now Clary was thinking that he was backing off because of her father. Just because of a kiss. Just because he wanted to be a gentleman in the situation like Aline told him to be. Well, Aline could date girls, but her advises had been pretty shitty so far. They ended up giving him nothing but frustration and misunderstanding.

"By the way, we have a big party next Saturday. I'm inviting you because knowing how stupid my sister can be, she's not going to do it. Just, if you see her before, don't tell her," Jonathan said, slipping a card with an address toward Jace before he got up and left.

Jace took the card and swiftly got up in his turn, going straight to Clary's building despite the fact that she was still probably not home. He knocked at her door for he had noticed how she didn't like when people rang, and she abruptly opened the door with a bright smile on her face that froze when she saw Jace.

He took in the fact that she wasn't expecting him, but he also took in her outfit. She had been colouring, obviously, and all shades of red and orange were on her hands. She was wearing sweatpants again and a really tight tank top, and still, this aroused Jace more than any short dress or skirt she could have been wearing.

"Aren't you supposed to be working?" Clary asked, glancing at the clock, and Jace noticed that even though they only talked once of his job, she still remembered his schedule.

"I had something more important to do."

"What is it?" She asked, her green eyes completely confused by his words.

"You," Jace said, cupping her face and kissing her passionately.

Clary gasped of surprised but didn't try to stop him in any way. If anything, she pulled him by his shirt and dragged him to her apartment while Jace's hands were all over her body. As soon as they exited the corridor, Jace lifted her up in his arms and tackled Clary against a wall, nibbling her neck and making her gasp of pleasure.

In one demanding and swift movement, he got rid of her tank top as she was unbuttoning his shirt, but as it wasn't going fast enough for both of them, Jace just ripped the buttons open and resumed passionately kissing her. He started grinding against her, making her moan in his ear and hardening him even more. As he attacked her breast, Clary's fingers fumbled to his trousers to take him in hand, and then she said with a very sultry and needy voice: "Fuck me. Fuck me hard, Jace."

And Jace complied, letting his trousers down along with hers and screwing her into the wall with as much passion as he could muster. Soon, too soon, he reached his peak, while Clary was clenching his member and milking him, and before either of them could even understand what happened, they were both panting out their orgasm.

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~ Anyway, question time:

💚So what did you think of that little intervention from Jon?

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