A/N: My wonderful beta rumpelstiltskinwantsmysanity convinced me that some people read author's notes, so in addition to thanking her for reading over all the smut my goldfish brain comes up with, you can thank her for this tidbit/advice before you read:
I listen to music when I write and a lot of times I name my chapters after the song that motivated me.
1st chapter: Love In An Elevator - Aerosmith
2nd chapter: That's How Strong My Love Is - Otis Redding
It was another crappy day in New York. The snow had morphed to freezing rain, washing away any illusion of beauty the that the fluffy white coating had previously provided. While Jace didn't mind the city returning to its usual gray hues, Clary and he had been in the library for several hours now. And though she was still happily sketching away on the small couch across from him, Jace had finished his book twenty minutes ago and was getting increasingly restless.
He texted Alec to see if he would be back from Magnus's anytime soon, but it appeared that Alec was no more eager to go out this in is weather than Jace was. He supposed he could train by himself.
Jace glanced back over at his girlfriend, watching as her hand glided smoothly back and forth across the page, her features tinted with contentment. She looked rather cozy with a fleece blanket covering her legs and her sketch pad resting on her knees. Much comfier than Jace was in his arm chair - certainly much comfier than he would be in the cold training room by himself.
With that determination in mind, he walked over to her. "Hey," he said and pulled at Clary's sleeve. This of course caused Clary's pencil to scratch across the page slightly, which earned him an eye roll before she tilted her head back to look up at him expectantly.
Now that he had successfully drawn her attention away from her sketchpad, Jace nimbly snatched it away, placing it on the nearby table and swiftly settling onto the couch next to her, practically sitting on her feet.
"No," Clary said warningly, and tried to escape Jace's fingers, but Jace was faster, of course he was. "No, no," Clary continued breathlessly, voice cracking from laughter. "I wasn't done with that sketch, and tickling is not-" She paused, gasping for air when Jace pressed his fingers right into those two spots on her sides that he had found several months ago, much to her chagrin.. "Unfair," she pressed out from between her teeth, her flailing legs kicking the blanket to the floor; Jace simply slipped his fingers underneath her sweater, disregarding her complaints.
"I like unfair," Jace growled out, pushing her sweater up until it was bunched just below her bra line. "I love unfair. Unfair is my middle name." He moved his hands up, fingers ghosting over the lacy fabric , between the valley of her breasts and then pulled back as Clary swatted his hands away.
"I think you have enough names, Asshat," Clary gritted out, causing Jace to let out an unexpected laugh of his own, "Now go back to your own chair." Jace considered her for a moment before leaning down to plant a kiss on the side of her mouth, because despite the angry words, there was a softness to her tone and her posture. Jace was sure she was fighting a grin as she bit her lip.
Clary made a soft noise of acquiescence and Jace pulled away to look at her again, taking a moment to admire her flushed cheeks and the loving look in her eyes, before leaning down to capture her lips in a proper kiss. Jace kept the kisses soft and sweet for several minutes, content to carry on this way, but then Clary wound her fingers into his hair and tugged slightly, sending tingles down his spine that made him want to press into her as closely as possible. And then maybe a little more still. Clary shifted underneath Jace, and he followed the movement, wrapping his arms around her and turning them until he was lying underneath her.
Clary pulled away for a moment, smiling passionately down at him as she tenderly brushed a lock of hair out of his eyes. Jace's breath caught, his heart squeezing in that familiar way it did whenever she looked at him like that, like he was the center of her universe . "Come here," he murmured, reaching up to gently pull her back down to him. He gently licked at her bottom lip and then sweetly into her mouth as she parted her lips for him; he was trying his best to show her again how much love she made him feel, all the speeches and "I love you"'s never quite feeling like enough to convey the depth of this.
One of Jace's hands remained gently cradling Clary's face as the other traveled down her backside, reaching just below her butt to squeeze and knead there. Clary hummed happily at this and rolled her hips against his once, twice, until he was arching his own up in time. Jace's jeans were getting uncomfortably tight at a rapid rate, but he was too caught up in the small gasps that Clary released when he pressed up just right, her fingers twining themselves into the material of his shirt, pushing it up to past his chiseled stomacht. He let out a gasp of his own when she ran her fingers up his chest and lightly over his nipples, repeating the action once more to then gently scrape down his abs with her nails, his gasp turning into a throaty moan.
Clary took this as encouragement to pull his shirt all the way off, which forced Jace to sit up momentarily, shifting their position slightly so that her core ground more directly into him, a seedy moan slipping free of her lips. Jace flattened his hands against the small of her back, pulling her to him, and the kisses took on a more urgent tone as she pressed her hands against his shoulders, raked her fingers down his back.
Jace was lost to the sensation of their rolling hips and her small hands gripping at him; he slowly drew her shirt up, unable to resist teasing her by very lightly pressing into those two spots on her sides, causing her to giggle into the kiss. She bit his lip lightly in retaliation and Jace went to pull her shirt over her shoulders, but quickly released it, letting it fall back into place when a loud bang sounded to their right. Clary tried to slide off him, but Jace quickly moved his hands to her hips, gripping her tightly to him, unready to lose the feeling of her small, warm body right where he knew it belonged: with him.
He allowed her to break their kiss and they turned their heads together to look toward the offending noise.
Jace exhaled harshly, frustrated, as he took in a rather red-faced Isabelle standing among a pile of books scattered around the floor. She flipped her dark hair over her shoulder, placing her hands on her hips as she narrowed her gaze at the couple. "You know you BOTH have bedrooms here, right?"
Jace glared back as his girlfriend finally managed to break his hold and move off her his lap. "Great timing as usual, Iz. What are you even doing in the library?"
The dark-haired girl gestured to the books that lay at her feet, "Don't blame me, I'm getting books like a normal person." She shifted her gaze to Clary. "Isn't the rule of mundane libraries that you must be quiet? I don't think all of that moaning qualifies."
Clary had been looking down at her hands, but at this she snapped her gaze up to meet Isabelle's sharply. "If the moaning was really that loud, why would you come over here? You know there's plenty of free porn on the internet if that's what you're into."
Jace smiled widely, not expecting Clary to anything other than blush and accept Isabelle's lecture. He pulled her to him, smacking a loud kiss against her lips, which caused Isabelle to huff and stalk off, leaving the books on the floor as she yelled back, "I'll be back in 5 minutes for those books. EVERYONE better be fully clothed and sitting separately by then!"
Jace looked at Clary, "So we have about 4 minutes, 30 seconds to do this?" he asked as he captured her lips once more.
A/N: That's it for this one! There's probably going to be 3 more chapters of this mischief and then one more conclusion chapter (unless some of you have suggestions/requests for a particular place for Clace to get interrupted lol)
If you couldn't tell from the writing and the song choice, I was feeling a bit more sentimental when I wrote this last night. If you have a moment to leave a review, it's always greatly appreciated! :)
Disclaimer: I don't have any ownership/claim over the TMI characters or their universe, nor do I have a claim over any pop culture references made within this story.