Changes
Title: Changes
Characters: Jace/Clary
Summary: Clary goes to tell Jace that she has decided to train as a Shadowhunter
“So, I finally did it.” Clary announced, entering Jace’s room at the Institute.
Jace looked up from the book he was reading, “Did what?”
“I talked my mom into letting me train as a Shadowhunter.” Clary eyed Jace, checking for his reaction. They had discussed her leaving High School and pursuing a life as a Shadowhunter, but Jace had never seemed to take it seriously. Probably because he thought Jocelyn would never agree to it.
He moved slowly, deliberately. Marked his place in his book, placed it on the nightstand, rose from the bed and walked over to where she stood in the doorway. His eyes on her face, but betraying nothing. Clary felt her heart begin to beat a little faster, whether from her nervousness about her decision or from his sudden proximity she wasn’t sure.
Wanting to look down, but holding her ground, Clary raised her chin defiantly. “You have anything to say about that?”
A slight, and unexpected, chuckle rose from his chest. Jace placed his fingers on her chin and directed her gaze to him. “Far be it for me to try to change your mind once it’s made up.”
Clary looked at him suspiciously, “Really? That’s it? No, you-aren’t-risking-your-life? No, no-girlfriend-of-mine-is-going-to-do-that? No, you’ll-break-your-neck-the-first-day-of-training?”
A louder, deeper chuckle this time. “Like I said, no point in trying to argue with you. Your mind is obviously made up.”
Clary almost felt hurt. She had expected him to try to talk her out of it, to show some concern for her safety and well-being. He was being almost...flippant. “Well...good. It is. You couldn’t have talked me out of it anyway.”
Jace stepped away, still smiling somewhat patronizingly, as one would to a child. Raising his hands, palms outstretched, he said, “I deserve the good boyfriend award then, for not trying. Tell me all about it.” He moved back to the bed, patting the space beside him.
Still unsure of his reaction, Clary crossed the space and sat next to him, “She argued and fought me on it, of course, but I finally won her over. She just didn’t understand why I would want to, when she had done so much to keep me out of the lifestyle in the first place...” Clary drifted off as Jace’s fingers began to caress her thigh.
Distractedly, she continued, “There are rules of course”. Silently, she thought that this was not the reaction that she had expected, but was certainly willing to go with it.
Jace murmured, staring at the bare skin of her neck, “Of course.”
Clary began to tick them off on her fingers, attempting to ignore him but finding it harder and harder to do so, “One, I can’t come live here.” Jace’s fingers trailed higher. “Two, Maryse has to give her weekly updates to make sure I’m not just making out with you all day.”
Another laugh, “Couldn’t have that.” Jace brought his face to the space between her neck and shoulders, lightly kissing the skin there.
Clary continued, voice slightly breathy, “Three, no spending the night here, ever. She wants me home by ten.”
“We’ll just have to make do with the time we’re given then”. Before she realized what was happening, Jace had turned her and pressed her body into the softness of his bed and was lying on top of her. Clary loved the contrast, the soft mattress beneath her, the hardness of Jace’s body above her. She reached up with her mouth and found the butterfly flutter of the pulse in his neck and kissed him there, grinning satisfactorily when she heard and felt his sharp intake of breath.
She reached up with her mouth, trailing kisses along his chin and jaw, loving the feeling of his skin beneath her lips. He, in turn, ran his hands up and down her sides, sending bolts of sensation along her ribcage. Smoothly, she ran her lips back to his neck, and felt him beginning his own ministrations to her cheekbones, and down her face before ending at her waiting mouth.
Their kisses were always electric. To describe them as just kissing seemed too slight a word. The pull Clary felt for Jace, the way she wanted and desired him was something that defied anything she even thought she would one day feel for someone. It went beyond lust, and even love, it was an ever growing need to be as close with him as humanly possible. She once heard him quote “I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine” and felt as if that described them perfectly. She belonged to him, but he as equally belonged to her.
Clary was brought back to the moment by the feel of his hands on her bare back. Jace had lifted her shirt just a few tantalizing inches, and was massaging the small of her back while his mouth continued to work wonders on her own. Slowly, she drew her head back and looked at him.
Jace’s eyes were barely parted, his hair mussed from her fingers, a slight redness to his face, mouth open, breathing unevenly. She loved him like this, at her mercy, his sharp exterior softened by his love for her and knew that she looked much the same. He slowly opened his eyes more and grinned down at her.
As quickly as he had flipped her onto the bed, she now found her arms pinned above her head, Jace standing to the side holding them easily with one hand. His grin now with a mischievous edge.
“We really need to work on your reflexes, I could have done whatever I wanted to you and you wouldn’t have had a chance to stop me.”
Clary struggled to free herself, but finally gave in, realizing that Jace was just being Jace. “I guess we’ll have to spend lots of time together then, working on that.”
“I think we just might.”
Characters: Jace/Clary
Summary: Clary goes to tell Jace that she has decided to train as a Shadowhunter
“So, I finally did it.” Clary announced, entering Jace’s room at the Institute.
Jace looked up from the book he was reading, “Did what?”
“I talked my mom into letting me train as a Shadowhunter.” Clary eyed Jace, checking for his reaction. They had discussed her leaving High School and pursuing a life as a Shadowhunter, but Jace had never seemed to take it seriously. Probably because he thought Jocelyn would never agree to it.
He moved slowly, deliberately. Marked his place in his book, placed it on the nightstand, rose from the bed and walked over to where she stood in the doorway. His eyes on her face, but betraying nothing. Clary felt her heart begin to beat a little faster, whether from her nervousness about her decision or from his sudden proximity she wasn’t sure.
Wanting to look down, but holding her ground, Clary raised her chin defiantly. “You have anything to say about that?”
A slight, and unexpected, chuckle rose from his chest. Jace placed his fingers on her chin and directed her gaze to him. “Far be it for me to try to change your mind once it’s made up.”
Clary looked at him suspiciously, “Really? That’s it? No, you-aren’t-risking-your-life? No, no-girlfriend-of-mine-is-going-to-do-that? No, you’ll-break-your-neck-the-first-day-of-training?”
A louder, deeper chuckle this time. “Like I said, no point in trying to argue with you. Your mind is obviously made up.”
Clary almost felt hurt. She had expected him to try to talk her out of it, to show some concern for her safety and well-being. He was being almost...flippant. “Well...good. It is. You couldn’t have talked me out of it anyway.”
Jace stepped away, still smiling somewhat patronizingly, as one would to a child. Raising his hands, palms outstretched, he said, “I deserve the good boyfriend award then, for not trying. Tell me all about it.” He moved back to the bed, patting the space beside him.
Still unsure of his reaction, Clary crossed the space and sat next to him, “She argued and fought me on it, of course, but I finally won her over. She just didn’t understand why I would want to, when she had done so much to keep me out of the lifestyle in the first place...” Clary drifted off as Jace’s fingers began to caress her thigh.
Distractedly, she continued, “There are rules of course”. Silently, she thought that this was not the reaction that she had expected, but was certainly willing to go with it.
Jace murmured, staring at the bare skin of her neck, “Of course.”
Clary began to tick them off on her fingers, attempting to ignore him but finding it harder and harder to do so, “One, I can’t come live here.” Jace’s fingers trailed higher. “Two, Maryse has to give her weekly updates to make sure I’m not just making out with you all day.”
Another laugh, “Couldn’t have that.” Jace brought his face to the space between her neck and shoulders, lightly kissing the skin there.
Clary continued, voice slightly breathy, “Three, no spending the night here, ever. She wants me home by ten.”
“We’ll just have to make do with the time we’re given then”. Before she realized what was happening, Jace had turned her and pressed her body into the softness of his bed and was lying on top of her. Clary loved the contrast, the soft mattress beneath her, the hardness of Jace’s body above her. She reached up with her mouth and found the butterfly flutter of the pulse in his neck and kissed him there, grinning satisfactorily when she heard and felt his sharp intake of breath.
She reached up with her mouth, trailing kisses along his chin and jaw, loving the feeling of his skin beneath her lips. He, in turn, ran his hands up and down her sides, sending bolts of sensation along her ribcage. Smoothly, she ran her lips back to his neck, and felt him beginning his own ministrations to her cheekbones, and down her face before ending at her waiting mouth.
Their kisses were always electric. To describe them as just kissing seemed too slight a word. The pull Clary felt for Jace, the way she wanted and desired him was something that defied anything she even thought she would one day feel for someone. It went beyond lust, and even love, it was an ever growing need to be as close with him as humanly possible. She once heard him quote “I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine” and felt as if that described them perfectly. She belonged to him, but he as equally belonged to her.
Clary was brought back to the moment by the feel of his hands on her bare back. Jace had lifted her shirt just a few tantalizing inches, and was massaging the small of her back while his mouth continued to work wonders on her own. Slowly, she drew her head back and looked at him.
Jace’s eyes were barely parted, his hair mussed from her fingers, a slight redness to his face, mouth open, breathing unevenly. She loved him like this, at her mercy, his sharp exterior softened by his love for her and knew that she looked much the same. He slowly opened his eyes more and grinned down at her.
As quickly as he had flipped her onto the bed, she now found her arms pinned above her head, Jace standing to the side holding them easily with one hand. His grin now with a mischievous edge.
“We really need to work on your reflexes, I could have done whatever I wanted to you and you wouldn’t have had a chance to stop me.”
Clary struggled to free herself, but finally gave in, realizing that Jace was just being Jace. “I guess we’ll have to spend lots of time together then, working on that.”
“I think we just might.”