Omg! I know! I'm soooo sorry that it took me ages to upload this. But I've literally been blocked for over a month. I won't go into details, but I was unable to write due to extenuating circumstances in my life. It has been a constant internal struggle for me. And I've felt absolutely horrible for making you wait for this.

But, I hope this chapter makes up for the long wait. :)

I have to thank my awesome beta, rippingbutterflywings, for cleaning this up so quickly for me & for being one of my biggest fans. You always have my back, chica! Love you!

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Warning: Rated M for language and sexual themes.

Disclaimer: Cassandra Clare owns all of The Mortal Instruments characters. I only own this story idea, so please do not steal/copy/infringe...etc...etc...my ideas. Thank you.

Chapter Eleven

There's people, people going out of their mind

Right into each other arms

But I only want to be with you, with you

There are people, people getting out of their cars,

Driven by their beating hearts.

But I only want to be with you, with you.

I want you; I want you to define me. Define me.

(Driven By Their Beating Hearts – A Silent Film)

Clary moaned as Jace continued his assault on her neck and collarbone.

He had woken her up to warm, sensual kisses all over her shoulder, neck, and upper back. She fought against the urges he was inducing for about ten minutes, but his persistence had finally won her over.

Not that she was complaining.

She peered through her lashes and spotted his wild mop of golden curls ghosting around her freckles, leaving behind the sensation of butterfly wings dancing across her skin.

"Baby," her tired voice croaked. Her voice always showed more wear towards the end of their tour.

"Hmm?" Jace hummed against her skin, producing a delightful vibration that buzzed throughout her.

"What are you doing?" A smile graced her lips as her eyes fell closed.

He licked from her collarbone up to her ear and she moaned again. Her breath sped up, causing her chest to rise and fall sporadically. Goosebumps erupted all over her body from the cool air making contact with her now moist flesh.

"I'm trying to get my girlfriend to make out with me," he replied, nonchalantly between kisses.

She giggled breathily. "Doesn't that involve the use of my mouth, too?"

"Eventually," he replied as his face disappeared behind her back once more.

He pulled the collar of her oversized t-shirt down and placed small kisses between her shoulder blades. Her body shivered involuntarily.

"Jace," she breathed.

"Yes?" he whispered, his lips barely touching her ear.

She turned her face and her lips brushed his. "Kiss me."

Jace smiled devilishly. Their lips connected, and a frenzy overtook them almost immediately. He rolled her onto her back, placing his body atop hers. He maneuvered his lower half between her legs and braced himself above her, using his forearms. His hands found purchase in her unruly curls, which seemed to be one of his favorite things to do.

Clary wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind his back, and pulling his hips into her own. The sudden contact and friction elicited yet another moan from her and a low growl from Jace.

"Fuck," he groaned as he rolled his hips against her.

Her breath caught in her throat and she lifted her hips into him on instinct.

Another low growl rumbled deep within Jace's chest as his kisses became more feral and animalistic. Clary loved when he let his guard down with her and allowed his natural instinct to slip through. She squeezed her thighs against his hips and dug her nails into the flesh of his bare back. Jace pulled back abruptly; the look in his amber eyes was wild. His breathing was labored and ragged. He reached forward, swiftly, and grabbed ahold of the hem of her – his – t-shirt.

"Is it alright if I…" he began breathlessly.

"Yes," Clary nodded, not waiting for the rest of his question. "Please, take it off."

A muscle in Jace's jaw twitched, and then he was pulling the shirt over her head in one quick movement. Her fiery, red curls flamed around her head in an explosion of color, and then dropped to pillow beneath her. Soft lips attacked hers once more while his calloused hands roamed her exposed body. He gently squeezed her breasts and another moan rolled off her tongue. One of his hands slid down her ribs, to her hip, and then to her thigh where he grabbed ahold of it and pulled her roughly against him, using her leg as leverage so he could grind into her once more.

"Oh, God!" she cried out, her eyes falling shut as she felt the pleasure wash over her in waves.

Jace explored her chest and, every so often, his tongue would flick against her sensitive skin and her hips would buck wildly into his in response, causing their moans to resound in unison – an echoing chorus of ecstasy. Her fingers were wrapped tightly in his long curls, anchoring his mouth to her flesh as she relished in the feeling of his warm, velvet tongue.

She felt his fingers hook into the delicate straps of her lace panties and her eyes opened to meet his gaze once more.

"Can I?" he asked, his voice sounding strained and gruff, and slightly apprehensive.

Clary bit her bottom lip and nodded. Jace licked his lips and swallowed.

This was unexplored territory for them; it would take their relationship to the next level. But Jace had been so patient with her – especially given her hesitancies and reservations due to her rocky past with men – and she was ready now. She wanted Jace to have all of her. No more holding back.

Her panties were removed and all that separated their skin was his boxer briefs, which contained a very swollen, very large bulge. He pushed his hips into her again, pressing his hardened member against her bare, heated center. They both groaned, and Jace danced his rough fingertips up her smooth inner thigh, stopping just a few short inches from his destination.

He looked deep into her eyes, as if he were searching for something within them. The anticipation of his next move was nearly killing her. She squirmed beneath him as her grip on his hair tightened.

"Please?" Jace barely whispered.

Clary's eyes fell shut. "Yes, please," she whispered back.

That was all the permission that he needed as two of his slender fingers slipped inside of her. Her back arched off of the bed as she drew in a sharp breath. The initial sensation was overwhelming, but Jace covered her mouth with his as their tongues danced to the rhythm of his gentle thrusts, and the sensation slowly subsided into pleasure. He was steady, and quick, and deep, and he was making her stomach twist into tortuous knots. Her hips began to meet his thrusts as she craved for him to be deeper, and harder, and faster.

"Jace!" she cried out.

"Tell me what you want, baby," he huskily murmured into her ear. "Anything you want."

"You," she gasped. "I want to touch you."

His rhythm faltered for a brief second before he moaned fuck and dropped his forehead to her pillow. Clary scraped her nails down his abdomen, causing Jace to shiver, until she felt the elastic waistband of his briefs. She briefly traced his defined V and dipped her hand into the shorts, eagerly seeking out his solid member. Once her fingers brushed it, she wrapped her hand around him and released him from the restricting cotton material.

"Holy fuck," he groaned as his head lifted and hovered above her naked chest, his tangled hair nearly shrouding his angelic features. His shoulders moved heavily with each quick breath he drew in and released. She knew he was just as close as she was. Her head was swimming in euphoric lust. Their pants and moans were synchronized and the air was hot and thick between them.

BAM!

The abrupt noise startled them both, and their gazes snapped to the door of Clary's room.

Isabelle stood at the foot of the bed, looking like a raging goddess of fury, with her arms crossed over her chest and a stern look fixed on her face.

"Isabelle!" Clary cried out at the same time that Jace yelled, "Get the fuck out!"

They were both frozen in the act, Jace covering Clary's naked body with his own barely clothed one.

"I suggest that," Isabelle began, in a firm and steady voice, not seeming to care that her best friend was lying naked under the golden god himself, "unless you want the whole fucking bus to know about your business, you keep the noises down. This place isn't that big, and these walls aren't soundproof."

Jace quickly pulled his fingers from Clary's intimate area and she groaned at the loss of them.

"I mean, I could hear you at the other end of the damn bus!" Isabelle continued, flailing her hands in the air. "You're lucky that everyone else is already downstairs eating Mag's pancakes and that there's too much noise for them to hear your loud ass moans!"

Clary tightened her grip on Jace, eliciting a low growl from him. She stifled a giggle.

Isabelle scoffed and dropped her hands to her denim clad thighs with a clap. "Ugh! Just…finish up what you were doing – quickly. You've got an appearance to make at the radio station in one hour."

With a wave of her hand and a flip of her ebony hair, Isabelle disappeared behind the door she had just intruded through minutes earlier. Clary studied Jace's face until his eyes found hers once again. Then the feverish kisses ensued once more as he thrust his fingers deep into her warmth again, not wasting another second of their time together. Their mouths stayed linked this time, ensuring that no one would hear them as they guided each other into euphoric bliss.

One hour, two showers, and three wardrobe changes later, they had finally joined the rest of their bandmates inside the radio station for their scheduled on-air press time. And it didn't seem that anyone was suspicious of them, either. Which was a huge relief to Clary.

The band was in San Francisco where Luke's record label, Wolfsbane, always hosted a celebrity baseball game for a national charity called Lilith's Children, which provided help to several children's facilities across the country.

It was important to Clary that they, as a group, support and give back to their community. So the band, along with other artists on their label and various celebrities, played a baseball game to raise funds for the charity. All contributors were invited to a private, post-game concert hosted by The Clockwork Princess. It was always a weekend of good fun with friends.

Of course, for the past three years that they'd been hosting the event, Clary had been dating Will Herondale. And, since the event was planned before their break up, they would be teammates,as per usual. She was dreading it. She hadn't seen or spoken to Will since he had randomly shown up in Brooklyn for Jem's last show. She could still remember the way he had made her feel. Weak. Defenseless. Broken.

But now she felt strong. Because she had Jace. And Jace made her feel as if she could take on the world without fear. He made her feel strong in a way that no one else had ever made her feel before. It was both unnerving and exciting. And exhilarating – it was very exhilarating.

The group exited a large, brick building that was used to broadcast a local alternative station. Their very first hit had been aired on that same station nearly six years prior. One of the DJs had heard their band playing at a bar one night, back when they used to tour in a beat-up minivan, and decided to take a gamble by playing one of their tracks on his show the following morning. The song was an instant hit, what with their sound being unlike most of the bands at that time, and The Clockwork Princess gained an immediate following. It didn't take long before their fan base had outgrown the small bar scene, thus forcing them to begin playing larger outdoor venues. Almost a year later, they were selling out arenas and amphitheaters and guest spotting on radio and television talk shows all across the country.

For the last thirty minutes, they had shared the airwaves together as a unified group, discussing everything from their charity ballgame, to Jems' absence, to the tour winding down, to talks of a highly-anticipated new album. There was no evidence of tension amongst their family as they took multiple calls and answered fan's questions. No one knew that there was a wall built up between the singer and her bassist. A wall that would essentially cause a permanent division between them.

"What time are we meeting Jem?" Isabelle asked as they all piled into their awaiting limousine. She had stayed outside the studio, texting with Simon the entire time. He was meeting up with them in San Fransisco and she was giving him the details of their rendezvous spot later that evening.

In just a little over two weeks, Simon and Isabelle would be solidifying their union to each other in the Bahamas with a small audience comprised of the band and all of their families. The ceremony would be small and intimate, but that was how Isabelle wanted it, surprisingly. And Simon – well, he would give her the moon if it were within the realm of his powers.

"He said to meet him at the restaurant at three, and it's two-forty right now," Alec responded. "So we should probably head that way."

"Is Jon meeting us there?" Sebastian asked as he reclined back into the seat.

Clary felt a sharp, yet gentle, jab in her ribs. She looked up from her phone, turned towards the offender with a glare, and was met by a very familiar and welcoming set of golden irises. Jace nodded, with a slight lift to his lips, in Sebastian's direction and she turned towards her friend, confusion lacing her features.

"Huh?" she asked.

"I said," Sebastian drawled, a playful smirk in place, "is Jon meeting us at the restaurant?"

"Oh, yeah," she answered as she shook her head to clear it. "He's on his way right now."

"Did Kaelie and Seraphina come with him?" Magnus asked.

"No. Kaelie's in Paris for a photo shoot. Amatis went along to take care of Sera."

"Oh, damn." Magnus sighed. Isabelle patted him on the head and he swatted her hand away with a scowl and a grunt. They then ensued in a conversation that Clary eliminated herself from.

She giggled to herself. It still blew her mind how much Magnus adored her niece. He just didn't strike her as a kid person. But he loved that tiny tot to pieces, and she loved him, too. It must be all the glitter. Or the child-like joy he radiated.

She felt the feather-light touch of a fingertip brush against her bare thigh, bringing her out of her reverie. From her peripheral, she saw Jace sitting next to her, watching the exchange between Magnus, Alec, and Isabelle, with a small smile gracing his perfect lips. She smiled to herself as she lowered her head, feeling the blush creeping into her cheeks, and went back to the Twitter feed on her phone.

A short while later, they pulled up to a quaint little restaurant that was assured to be a quiet place where they could meet and eat together with very little interruption. Clary walked through the dimly lit entryway and was immediately engulfed in a set of large arms, leaving her feet dangling a few inches above the hardwood floors. She inhaled deeply, breathing in the familiar scent of her brother.

"Damn, I missed you so much, little sis," he breathed into her hair as he continued to hold onto her as tightly has he could without actually hurting her.

She giggled. "I missed you too, Jon. But you're, uh…you're kinda squishing my ribs."

He shook his head, shifting her body from side-to-side like a rag doll in the process. "I don't care. I'm never letting go of you. Ever. I'll never let go, Clary…I'll never let go."

She burst into a fit of laughter at his Titanic reference, which she had made him watch with her a dozen times over the years. He would deny it if asked, but he cried at the end. Every. Time.

"Too bad, my large friend. You're going to have to," a comforting voice broke through her laughter.

Clary squealed and began squirming in her brothers arms. He sighed dramatically and placed her back on her feet. The soles of her boots had barely brushed the floor before she was propelling herself forward and into the arms of her former guitarist.

"Jem!" she shrieked as she flung her arms around his neck and clung to him tightly.

"Hey, Princess," he sighed as his arms wrapped gently, yet firmly, around her torso.

"I missed you so much," she breathed into his ear.

"I missed you too," he quietly replied back as he nuzzled closer.

She felt the familiar sting of tears prickling the backs of her eyes. She squeezed her lids shut tightly.

"As beautiful as this is," Isabelle began, "there are others of us who would like to see Jem, too. So quit being greedy, Clary."

Jem chuckled and released her, taking a moment to study her eyes, as he always used to do. Isabelle didn't allow it for too long before she butted right between them, with Simon in tow. Clary and Simon exchanged hugs and a brief synopsis of the past couple of months, and the reunion went on like that for several minutes until everyone in the room had caught up with each other and was finally seated to begin their meal together.

After all of their stories had been shared and the food and beverages had been consumed, the group decided that they wanted to continue their fun by moving the celebration to a nearby club they had heard about. Isabelle wasn't satisfied with the cutoff shorts and cropped band tee that Clary was sporting for the day's events, so she arranged for the two of them to head back to the hotel in order to "dress appropriately" while the boys stayed behind and enjoyed a few more drinks at the restaurant's bar.

Half an hour later, the limousine dropped the two girls off at the entrance to The Institute. Donned in their short, tight dresses and sexy heels, they breezed right through the front doors and into the massive, three-level club. They were met by glowing lights and loud, pulsating music as they traversed across the main level dance floor in search of their friends. Several guys attempted to stop them and even ventured to grab at their bodies as they squeezed through the overwhelming, sweaty crowd of dancers. Isabelle barked a few threats and they backed off, taking heed to her warnings of severe damage to their extremities.

"Iz!" someone shouted from across the room.

Clary looked up to the second level and spotted Simon waving frantically in their direction. She nudged Isabelle, who nodded in acknowledgement, and, after stopping off at the bar for drinks, they climbed the flight of stairs that separated them from the rest of their group.

Gonna soften the blow, soften the blow, and give it up.

I saw the surprise, the look in your eyes, I gave it up.

Gonna be who I am, be who I am, and give it up.

I tried all the way. Wait for me, wait for me.

It's all better now. It's all better now.

Wait for me.

(Wait For Me – Kings of Leon)

The second that Isabelle arrived at the landing to their private floor, Simon scooped her up into his arms and their eternal suck-face session began. Those two were never good at keeping their hands to themselves, Jace had learned. Isabelle was on the freak train, and Simon was happily along for the wild ride. Jace chuckled to himself as Isabelle backed Simon against a wall, the two of them melting into the darkness of the room.

He watched silently as Clary made her way across the small dance floor, the sway of her delicate hips was enhanced by the tight material encasing them. It didn't take long before she discovered Sebastian and his two skimpily dressed companions, amongst whom he was conveniently sandwiching himself between as they rubbed their lean bodies against his. The smile on his face would almost be endearing, if Jace didn't already know why it was there and what the horny bastard was sporting as a result.

Clary took a long sip of her drink as her eyes scanned the room. She took note of her brother and Jem standing off to the side, enjoying laughs and drinks. Jordan was with them, but he didn't appear to be as into the conversation as the other two guys were. According to Clary, Jonathan and Jem had always been super close, almost like brothers. When Jonathan had travelled with the band as their equipment manager, Jem was always the one person she found her brother with when he went missing. She said that was a large part of how she had become so close to Jem herself. Jace knew she still missed him tremendously.

Movement caught her eye and Jace followed her line of sight as she spun to find Magnus and Alec on the dance floor, having a really good time. She laughed to herself at the sight, and he knew as well as she did that Magnus had to have bribed Alec in order to convince him to get on the dance floor in the first place. But they appeared to be having fun. And they were laughing. A lot. Maybe Alec was drunk, which was another rarity. Alec didn't usually cut loose that much. He was a lot of fun when he did, though.

Deciding that he'd had enough of watching his sexy siren of a girlfriend, Jace lithely made his way towards her, quietly closing the distance between them. As he slipped his hands around her waist, he felt her tense briefly before settling back into his body with a gentle hum. She was so tiny that his arms wrapped completely around her and met in the back. He hugged her closely to his chest before burying his nose in her hair and inhaling her enchanting scent. Memories from earlier that morning tugged at his mind and had to fight back the urge to take her by the hand and pull her into the nearest empty room.

Jace knew he was taking a big risk by initiating such intimate contact with her in the company of their friends, but he was too intoxicated by alcohol and Clary to really give a damn at that moment. And she didn't seem to mind either as she began swaying her hips while grasping his forearms, holding him tightly around her. She hummed along with Caleb from Kings of Leon as his voice poured from the speakers overhead, and Jace found himself mesmerized more by her lulling tone than the actual tune of the song as he swayed along with her.

He subconsciously pressed his lips to her neck and received a pleased hum from her, so he continued, leaving a wet trail all the way down to her bare shoulder. Wanting to taste more of her, Jace moved back up her neck and traced his tongue along her jawline, from her chin to her ear, where he grazed the lobe with his teeth. Clary shivered in response and released a stuttering breath. He felt her weight shift as if her legs were giving out and she needed him to support her. His hold on her tightened and he held her as close to himself as he could, all while continuing to lick and nip at her skin.

Clary released her vice-like grip on one of his arms and wrapped her arm behind his head, shoving her hand into his hair and giving the strands a firm tug. He groaned and attacked her collarbone. Her nails scratched at his scalp and he growled, the vibrations reverberating against her flesh. Her breathing picked up and became labored and heavy as her dampened chest heaved; he could feel each intake and exhale through her back.

Images from their first encounter flashed through his mind as their bodies remained pressed together. Back then, Clary was very apprehensive and guarded while she danced with him. He remembered how badly he had wanted to taste her lips and get lost in her scent. He had been pining for his red-headed goddess for years. Despite how creepy that sounded, it wasn't in a stalker kind of way. At all. He had become enthralled with her from the very moment he heard her voice, saw her brilliant emerald eyes, became enslaved to her commanding stage presence. He knew she was everything that he had ever wanted. And no one else would ever compare.

As their bodies swayed to the seductive melodies pulsating from the speakers around them, they lost themselves to each other. They were completely consumed by the intense love that they each radiated and soon, the world slipped away and it was just him and his fiery angel.

We had a good time, I can't deny that.

You can be my sunshine every time you fly back.

'Cause there's another one you're loving

And I hate to see you go.

My Sweet Summer is gone.

(My Sweet Summer – The Dirty Heads)

He was bored.

Well, bored wasn't the exact description of how he felt, but it was close enough for him to become completely disengaged from his friends. He was tired of feeling like everything around him was shit. He was tired of being angry and anxious all the time. He was tired of not knowing whom she was with and why they deserved her more than he did.

Jordan gulped down the last of his beer and walked away from Jonathan and Jem without a word. He didn't think they would really notice anyway; they were so engaged in their conversation that he'd zoned out on them a while ago and they had yet to realize it. He walked over the private bar on their floor and took another beer from the cooler behind the counter. The servers were keeping it stocked with their preferences, but were otherwise staying out of sight unless needed.

Settling down on one of the plush chairs scattered around the dance floor, he popped open his beer and tipped it back, allowing the chilled alcohol to wash away his troubles for the night. Well, he knew it wouldn't be that easy. Nothing was ever that easy when it came to her. He couldn't get her out of his mind, no matter how hard he tried, and it was driving him insane. He just wanted to touch her, to hold her, to taste her lips and hear her contented sighs once more. But he had blown it. He had waited too long and now she was in love with someone else. And he wanted to kill the bastard.

His temper had been getting the better of him lately and he needed to control himself before he did something outrageous. On more than one occasion he'd allowed it to get out of hand, only to have one of his bandmates reel him back into reality. Who knew one person could have so much control over your emotions – and not even know it. She literally had to power to destroy him.

Jordan shook that thought from his mind and chalked it up to the alcohol that he had consumed throughout the day. He needed a distraction. He'd noticed Isabelle and Simon earlier making out in a corner across the room as if no one else was present. They had a tendency to get lost in each other when they were together. He was happy for them. He could remember a time when he felt that same way, a time when there wasn't another person in the world who mattered more than who he was with.

Magnus and Alec seemed to have that same feeling with each other. Jordan chuckled to himself when he noticed them dancing nearby. Magnus, the more confident of the two, was putting some crazy moves on Alec, and the normally sullen guy was eating it up. They were an odd couple, but they were probably also one of the most solid couples he'd ever known. Jordan smiled and it actually made him feel less hostile and more normal than he had in a long while.

Until he saw them.

The smile dropped from his face quicker than it had appeared and was replaced by shock so extreme that he actually felt his heart stop. The pounding in his ears was deafening. His entire body had gone rigid. Time stood still.

Jace and Clary were across the room from him, wrapped up in each other so tightly that he wasn't sure where one ended and the other began. They were subtly swaying to the music, but not to the beat. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly open in a look of pure pleasure as his lips traveled along her skin, tracing the delicate curvature of her throat and jaw. And the scene was so intimate, so passionate, that there was no mistaking what was so obvious.

Clary was in love with Jace.

Review! Please! Love you all! *fingers crossed* (the next chapter doesn't take quite so long to write) Oh, & if you're on Pinterest, look me up (katwood5)! I have a visuals board for this & for a Clordan one shot I'm working on titled Hands Down. You can get an insight into what the characters look like in my head. :D Thanks!