TMI Fic: Aftermath
Okay, my first go at writing Jace/Clary again after a good, long break. Definitely not my best - but I'm a little rusty!
Title: Aftermath
Characters: Jace/Clary
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jace and Clary talk about the big IT.
"Jace, what happened to you?" Clary looked up from her sketchpad to watch Jace amble slowly into her bedroom. As she turned in her chair to more comfortably view him, he shuffled to her bed, and, in one of the least graceful moves she'd ever seen from him, flopped backward, arms spread wide onto her mattress.
She took a moment to peruse his still form. He was a wreck, to put it mildly. His golden hair was dirty and matted, stuck out in several directions. There was grime covering every body part not already covered by clothing. His clothes, too, were ripped in several places. She could see no blood, thankfully, but the situation still required some explanation.
"Mmmph" came a muffled sound.
"Yeah, that explains plenty".
"Got into a fight."
"Noticed that, dummy. What was it?" Clary asked with a sigh of resignation.
"Mundane."
"You fought a human? What on earth for?" When she saw he would not be forthcoming, Clary slowly moved to the side of the bed and began to check his body for injuries. Carefully, she lifted the edge of his shirt, seeing only minor bumps and bruises she decided not to be all that worried about it. She moved her gaze to his face, where she saw, again, only minor injuries. Jace's eyes were closed, so she took a moment to slowly look him over. His golden eyelashes just grazed his elegant cheekbones, marred as they were at the moment. She loved how he looked when he thought no one was watching. Her gaze shifted to his mouth. She loved his mouth. The way his lips quirked into an all-knowing smirk, how they felt moving against her own. She saw his lips twitching, and looking up, saw him looking at her through heavy lidded eyes.
"See anything you like?" There. The smirk. Why did she like that again?
"Nothing at the moment. You look disgusting."
"Disgustingly handsome, I'm sure."
Clary tossed a pillow at his head, which Jace easily deflected. Even injured, his reflexes were amazingly fast. "Seriously, what happened?"
"Man insulted my woman."
Clary looked up, "Someone insulted me? Wait. Your woman?".
"Yes, my woman. I was walking down the street, and accidentally bumped into a man's shoulder. He didn't take it well, and said something...indelicate."
Clary snorted, "You mean, you weren't watching or caring where you were going, since humans mean so little to you, and then you made a sarcastic remark? To which, the man said something...indelicate?"
"That pretty much sums it up."
"Well, you deserve what you got."
Jace raised from the bed into a sitting position, laying a hand across his heart. "Excuse me, what gratitude is that? I was defending your honor!"
"Pfft. The man didn't even know me. You were probably just itching for a fight. What did he say anyway?"
"He said, and I'm paraphrasing here, since a woman's ears shouldn't hear such talk, he said if I was satisfied at home, I wouldn't be so aggressive." Jace almost appeared embarrassed.
Oh. That.
The big That. The That they didn't talk about.
It's not that Clary didn't want to have sex with Jace. She did. She just didn't know how to broach that subject. It was so strange, not to be fighting for her life, for Jace's life. Now that they had settled into a sort of "normal" relationship, things didn't seem to rushed and urgent. Sure, they kissed and hugged, showed affection, like a normal couple. To be honest, the only time things got fiery were when they fought. And they hadn't fought in weeks. Clary kind of missed it.
Jace was watching when she looked back to him. Her thoughts must have played across her face, because he was watching her intently. "What?" She said.
"Did that upset you? Like you said, I was just looking for a fight. Gotta get that aggression out somehow."
Clary was quiet for another moment. Maybe this was her opening, her chance to talk about it.
"Are you...satisfied?"
Jace sputtered, "Of course! Of course. Yeah."
"You're not! You probably wish I was like one of your old girlfriends, easy? Do you wish I put out?"
"No! Of course not, that's just stupid."
"Oh, so now I'm stupid and a prude?" This was not how Clary had intended this conversation to go. She was just so uncomfortable with this whole situation.
Jace took a deep breath. "I shouldn't have said anything. I should have just lied and said the guy insulted Church or something."
The image of Jace fighting over a cat he despised lightened Clary's mood a bit. "Jace?" She asked, "why haven't we?"
"What? Had sex?"
Clary felt a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Yes, " she squeaked, sounding more nervous than she wanted to.
Jace's smile turned predatory, "Why Clary, I didn't know you thought of such things!"
It was Clary's turn to sputter. "It's...I don't...oh screw it!" Clary buried her face in her hands, feeling the hot embarrassment on her palms.
Clary felt Jace take her hands, but she couldn't look at him. Instead, she found herself focusing on the sunset outside her window.
"Clary? Clary." Jace gently moved into her line of sight, taking her hands into his. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to."
"It's not that Jace, I do want to. I've just...never done that before."
"Clary, there's no rush. We've got all the time in the world. I love you, you know."
"I love you too, Jace."
She felt his hands, move to cup her cheeks, and felt the soft pressure of his lips on hers. Clary was amazed at how...right this felt. Being with him, loving him. It was so natural. She wondered why she had ever doubted being with him in every sense.
Slowly, in the fading light, nervous laughter turns into sighs, hurried hands turn to gentle caresses, and any pain into contented pleasure.
Title: Aftermath
Characters: Jace/Clary
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jace and Clary talk about the big IT.
"Jace, what happened to you?" Clary looked up from her sketchpad to watch Jace amble slowly into her bedroom. As she turned in her chair to more comfortably view him, he shuffled to her bed, and, in one of the least graceful moves she'd ever seen from him, flopped backward, arms spread wide onto her mattress.
She took a moment to peruse his still form. He was a wreck, to put it mildly. His golden hair was dirty and matted, stuck out in several directions. There was grime covering every body part not already covered by clothing. His clothes, too, were ripped in several places. She could see no blood, thankfully, but the situation still required some explanation.
"Mmmph" came a muffled sound.
"Yeah, that explains plenty".
"Got into a fight."
"Noticed that, dummy. What was it?" Clary asked with a sigh of resignation.
"Mundane."
"You fought a human? What on earth for?" When she saw he would not be forthcoming, Clary slowly moved to the side of the bed and began to check his body for injuries. Carefully, she lifted the edge of his shirt, seeing only minor bumps and bruises she decided not to be all that worried about it. She moved her gaze to his face, where she saw, again, only minor injuries. Jace's eyes were closed, so she took a moment to slowly look him over. His golden eyelashes just grazed his elegant cheekbones, marred as they were at the moment. She loved how he looked when he thought no one was watching. Her gaze shifted to his mouth. She loved his mouth. The way his lips quirked into an all-knowing smirk, how they felt moving against her own. She saw his lips twitching, and looking up, saw him looking at her through heavy lidded eyes.
"See anything you like?" There. The smirk. Why did she like that again?
"Nothing at the moment. You look disgusting."
"Disgustingly handsome, I'm sure."
Clary tossed a pillow at his head, which Jace easily deflected. Even injured, his reflexes were amazingly fast. "Seriously, what happened?"
"Man insulted my woman."
Clary looked up, "Someone insulted me? Wait. Your woman?".
"Yes, my woman. I was walking down the street, and accidentally bumped into a man's shoulder. He didn't take it well, and said something...indelicate."
Clary snorted, "You mean, you weren't watching or caring where you were going, since humans mean so little to you, and then you made a sarcastic remark? To which, the man said something...indelicate?"
"That pretty much sums it up."
"Well, you deserve what you got."
Jace raised from the bed into a sitting position, laying a hand across his heart. "Excuse me, what gratitude is that? I was defending your honor!"
"Pfft. The man didn't even know me. You were probably just itching for a fight. What did he say anyway?"
"He said, and I'm paraphrasing here, since a woman's ears shouldn't hear such talk, he said if I was satisfied at home, I wouldn't be so aggressive." Jace almost appeared embarrassed.
Oh. That.
The big That. The That they didn't talk about.
It's not that Clary didn't want to have sex with Jace. She did. She just didn't know how to broach that subject. It was so strange, not to be fighting for her life, for Jace's life. Now that they had settled into a sort of "normal" relationship, things didn't seem to rushed and urgent. Sure, they kissed and hugged, showed affection, like a normal couple. To be honest, the only time things got fiery were when they fought. And they hadn't fought in weeks. Clary kind of missed it.
Jace was watching when she looked back to him. Her thoughts must have played across her face, because he was watching her intently. "What?" She said.
"Did that upset you? Like you said, I was just looking for a fight. Gotta get that aggression out somehow."
Clary was quiet for another moment. Maybe this was her opening, her chance to talk about it.
"Are you...satisfied?"
Jace sputtered, "Of course! Of course. Yeah."
"You're not! You probably wish I was like one of your old girlfriends, easy? Do you wish I put out?"
"No! Of course not, that's just stupid."
"Oh, so now I'm stupid and a prude?" This was not how Clary had intended this conversation to go. She was just so uncomfortable with this whole situation.
Jace took a deep breath. "I shouldn't have said anything. I should have just lied and said the guy insulted Church or something."
The image of Jace fighting over a cat he despised lightened Clary's mood a bit. "Jace?" She asked, "why haven't we?"
"What? Had sex?"
Clary felt a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Yes, " she squeaked, sounding more nervous than she wanted to.
Jace's smile turned predatory, "Why Clary, I didn't know you thought of such things!"
It was Clary's turn to sputter. "It's...I don't...oh screw it!" Clary buried her face in her hands, feeling the hot embarrassment on her palms.
Clary felt Jace take her hands, but she couldn't look at him. Instead, she found herself focusing on the sunset outside her window.
"Clary? Clary." Jace gently moved into her line of sight, taking her hands into his. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to."
"It's not that Jace, I do want to. I've just...never done that before."
"Clary, there's no rush. We've got all the time in the world. I love you, you know."
"I love you too, Jace."
She felt his hands, move to cup her cheeks, and felt the soft pressure of his lips on hers. Clary was amazed at how...right this felt. Being with him, loving him. It was so natural. She wondered why she had ever doubted being with him in every sense.
Slowly, in the fading light, nervous laughter turns into sighs, hurried hands turn to gentle caresses, and any pain into contented pleasure.