Aaaand another new story. Haha. I know, I'm terrible. But I just looove these three.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. Or the title, which comes from Sparks by Neon Hitch.

"There must be something better that we could be doing on a Friday afternoon," Jace Herondale sighed, stretching in the seat he was in, scrunching up his nose as he tilted his head to the side.

"There are better things that we could be doing," Clarissa Fray grinned from where she was packing up her things behind him. They were in the living room of a house that would probably be a really nice family home—three bedroom, a spacious living room and kitchen, a bathroom and an extra toilet—if it wasn't for the fact that the whole place was used to make porn movies. Pretty much everything got sanitized at least twice a day, and Clary was thankful for that, or else she would never even sit down. "And I'm about to go and do one of them."

"Hot date?" Jace joked lightly, although curiosity was showing in his eyes.

"Something like that," Clary was still grinning, but not offering any further details.

"Aw, come on, Fray," Jace stuck out his lower lip in a pout. "It's your final day with us, and you're not going to stick around and celebrate? I'm sure we could find something that would make it worth your while." As if on queue, there was a loud, breathy, and very fake moan from the laptop that Jace was playing the recently filmed video through, and she let out a laugh.

"Strangely enough, I don't actually want to stick around here any longer than I need to," Clary lifted her eyebrows as she looked around. "Anyway, we're going out later on tomorrow night..." she sighed and her nose wrinkled. "You're getting out of here soon, right? You are way to good to be stuck doing this shit for much longer."

"I just need to save up a bit more money, to make sure I've got enough to get me by if I have a dry spell at work," Jace replied, an answer that Clary knew all too well.

The two of them had met three years ago, both in their second year of college. Jace was getting a degree in videography while Clary was getting one in photography. They had a mutual friend—Isabelle Lightwood—who had introduced them at a party, and they had screwed that night in Isabelle's brothers bedroom, given Alexander Lightwood was out of town that weekend. They had actually ended up becoming pretty close, given their degrees kept in the same part of the university, and a lot of their classes were at the same time, so they had lunch together three times a week. Once they had finished, Jace had moved into Clary's home that had been left to her by Valentine Morgenstern when he had passed away the year before. They didn't really have a friends with benefits relationship, because since the first time when they had slept together, they had only been together twice since then. Jace had had a girlfriend for almost ten months, while Clary was more than happy living up the single life, working her way through both men and woman, owning her sexuality.

Jace had been introduced to Victor Aldertree by one of the girls he dated for a weeks, she was stripping nights in the weekends to help pay her way through college. Some of the other girls at the club also did porn videos, and the director, Victor, said that he needed a new camera guy. Jace had come in, done a few shots, and Victor had liked him. A few months later, Victor had asked if he knew any photographers who were looking for some easy money, to take a few shots for promotional purposes online and for some magazines he was associated with.

Clary had no qualms about it, it was easy money, only required a couple of hours work, and since Jace was there, the two of them could work together. The men and woman who starred and the videos were mostly cool as well, and Clary had become close with Kaelie Whitewillow, even going home with her a couple of times.

But it had been a year and a half now, and since graduating with their degrees, both Jace and Clary had been managing to find more work that they actually wanted in their fields of expertise. Careers in the arts were hard to come by, though, and with so many people in the same field, sometimes months could go by without a job. Jace had a job with an advertising agency, where he did work three days a week, and it was good, but until he got promoted to full time, he was going to keep working for Aldertree Firms.

Clary, on the other hand, had taken a photo that had taken the art world by storm, and she had even managed to get it featured in a prominent art gallery in New York. Jace, along with Clary's, best friend, Simon Lewis, and Isabelle had all gone to New York for the opening night, and back in the hotel that night, had been third—and most recent time—that they had slept together. She had been tipsy, and she had been so goddamn beautiful, still in complete disbelief that she actually had one of her photographs as the centre piece of an art show.

Jace had been so proud of her, and his jaw still ached the next afternoon, given how long he had spent with his mouth between her legs, making her come over and over again, wanting to show her just how proud he was.

Offers had flooded in after that for Clary, and so she had given Victor three weeks notice, and next week, she was going to be doing a fashion shoot, for a big magazine that Isabelle had been addicted to for years. The amount that she was getting paid for it was about four weeks of pay for Jace, and while maybe a lesser man would be jealous, Jace was just glad that things were starting to work out for her.

"Alright, so I'll see you tomorrow night, right?" Clary said as she slung her camera bag over her shoulder, picking up her handbag in her other hand.

"You not going to be home tonight?" Jace asked.

"Might be, but I'll be late," Clary replied with a shrug. "Or I'll just be so worn out I'll stay over at Maia's tonight," she smirked.

"Alright, I'll see you sometime tomorrow then," Jace reached up to give her a kiss on the cheek and she waved over her shoulder at him as she headed out of the house.

"You are so...Fucking...Gorgeous..." Clary said between kisses, first over Maia Roberts neck, and then her shoulder. Maia let out a soft sigh as her fingers moved to Clary's hair, tangling in her long red hair which had been pulled from the braid she had had it in all day, and was falling in waves against her pale skin. Clary shifted back to Maia's neck, her tongue flicking out over the three scars which were a lighter shade of caramel than the rest of her body. Maia sighed, wiggling underneath the red head, bucking her hips up to meet her lovers.

"You want to say thank you, you'd be using that tongue a little lower," Maia joked lightly and Clary pulled back to roll her eyes at the dark haired girl, her curls splayed out over the pillow.

"I'm getting there, I'm getting there," Clary snarked back. "What—you're not into foreplay anymore?"

"It's been a long week," Maia whined, thrusting her hips up again and Clary laughed, shaking her head. She pressed her lips against Maia's, cutting short any further any conversation, while her fingers danced lightly up her inner thigh, getting closer to the middle of her legs. Clary was crouched over Maia, their breasts brushing together every few moments, and Clary's nipples were straining to be touched.

But Maia came first right now, because like she said, this was about saying thank you.

Clary bit lightly at the girl's lip, tugging at it as her fingers moved between Maia's legs, lightly running her fingers over her trimmed pubic hair. Her fingernail scratched over her slit, grazing her slit with the tip of her nail and a shudder ran through the dark haired girls body. Clary smiled against her lips, before letting her tongue slide down her chin, biting softly before attaching itself to her neck, sucking softly as she pressed her thumb gently against her clit, slowly moving in a circular motion.

"Shit," Maia cursed, her body arching upward at the soft touch. They had been rolling around on the double bed for the past half an hour, kissing, grinding against each other, sucking on one anothers neck's and breasts, and they were both ready and wanting. Maia was wound up, thinking that she was going to get an orgasm right at the start, not realizing originally that Clary planned to drag it out. "Come on—come on, Clare," she begged, pulling at her hair, thrusting her hips again to meets the other girls hand.

Clary didn't bother replying as she kissed her way down to the valley between her breasts, licking and biting her way from one breast to another, before getting lower, lipping at her stomach, dipping into her belly button before finally getting to the spot that Maia wanted her the most.

"Fuck, yes," Maia hissed as Clary flattened her tongue, the point of her tongue dipping into her hole before the wet warmth of her mouth engulfed her pussy. "Oh, shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck," Maia whined, twisting on the bed, grasping at the white sheets, twisting it in her fists. It didn't take long before she came, given how worked up she already was, but Clary didn't stop at the point. She could feel the other girls juices dripping down her chin, and soaking into the sheet below her, but she kept going. Her ears were filled with the whines and paints of Maia, and the girl was twitching and her thighs were trembling. Maia came, again and again, until she was pushing at Clary's head, trying to shove her away, but Clary just smirked and kept going, making her come until her whole body was wracked with shivers of pleasure. Her whole body was limp when Clary pulled away, resting back on her folded legs and wiping her mouth with her hand.

"You good?" Clary lifted an eyebrow at Maia, who didn't bother opening her eyes, just lifting her hand to weakly pull the fingers at her. Clary laughed, straightening out and falling on the bed beside Maia, folding one of her arms behind her head. Her own cunt was absolutely throbbing, eager for attention, but she waited patiently, letting Maia recover from her multiple orgasms.

When Maia finally seemed to regain control over her body, she rolled over, stretching out on top of Clary and giving her a few soft kisses on her mouth before she rolled back off Clary, reaching under her bed. Clary heard her rustling around under the bed, and then she lifted herself up on her knees. She had her strap on in her hand, and she quickly sorted out the straps around her waist and securing it around her upper legs. Clary spread her legs, shuffling down the bed to get closer to Maia, eager to get the phallic shaped rubber inside of her.

Maia didn't make her wait, didn't draw it out like Clary had with her, and the red head was happy, because giving Maia so much pleasure had just made her even hungrier for her own. Maia hooked her arms under her thighs, spreading them wider, tipping her backward so that her pelvis was tilted upward. Clary let out a ragged pant as the cool rubber touched her hole initially, and then Maia pushed into her, hitting all the right spots at the angle she had maneuvered into Clary.

"Holy fuck," Clary groaned, one hand going to her breast, pinching at her nipple, the other clamping down over Maia's, which was holding one of her thighs. "Oh fuck, holy hell—" Maia smirked, her hips thrusting forward again and again, filling Clary over and over. Maia kept on fucking into her, at one point moving one of her hands and strumming at Clary's clit, which sent her spiralling toward her orgasm.

Afterwards, the two woman lay next to each other, Clary pretty sure she dozed off at one point. When she fully came to again, the light coming through the long windows was dimmer, and the sun had obviously sunk lower in the sky. Maia gave her a soft kiss on the shoulder before getting up, walking over to pick up a blouse on the ground, slipping it on, not bothering with underwear as she walked toward the kitchen. Her whole apartment was open plan, except for the bathroom in the corner, and a single wall which separated the kitchen from the lounge, although it was still open to everything else. She had a corner apartment as well, so there were long windows along two walls, flooding the place with so much light throughout the day.

Clary loved her house, her biological fathers home that he had left to her when he had passed away, but she had the occasional twinge of jealousy toward Maia for such a gorgeous place to live.

"You hungry?" Maia asked from where she was now standing in the kitchen, already filling up the water for her coffee maker.

"Nah, but I'll have one of those," Clary waved her hand in the direction of the coffee maker. Maia nodded, getting everything organized before putting the coffee on. Once she got out two cups and put them on the table, she came back over to the bed, crawling over and sitting down next to Clary.

"So..." she began. "Do I get a copy of this famous picture?" She asked with a smirk and Clary grinned.

"I'm getting one specially framed for you, babe," Clary assured her. "I told you I would. I'm just looking for the perfect frame."

"I'm going to hang it right here," Maia pointed above her bed, at the open brick wall, and Clary grinned.

"It'll look perfect there," she agreed.

The photo—the one that had shot Clary to sudden recognition in the photography world, and been a feature at a gallery, and had opened the door for her with so many different job opportunities—was of Maia. She had titled it The Beauty of Imperfection, and it had been a photo that Clary had taken after she and Maia had had sex in the middle of the afternoon. She had just come from a wedding, and she had all her equipment, although she hadn't planned on taking any photos.

But Maia had looked so beautiful, laying there, the duvet dragged off the bed and the pillows somewhere on the floor, so that she was only on the white sheet, the top white sheet pulled up to cover most of her ass. The white sheet was a contrast with her darker skin, and her black curls were a complete mess. She was half on her side, one of her legs hitched up, and the way the sheet was falling, part of one flawless ass cheek was showing. One arm was stretched above her head, and she was resting on it, and her neck was bared, showing off the three scars there.

Clary hadn't been able to stop herself from going over to get her camera and getting up on the wooden foot of the bed, taking an aerial shot of Maia.

She had cleaned the photo up a bit, smoothing out the edges, cropping it so that the mattress filled the whole screen, the white sheet was the whole backdrop, with Maia in the middle, looking absolutely fucking gorgeous despite the scars on her neck. Because of the scars on her neck.

Maia was absolutely stunning, and her scars just made her unique, and after the photograph had become so famous, she had been called by the very modelling agencies that had originally asked her to cover up the scars, telling her that they wanted her to represent them, and they had businesses calling, asking for her to be the face of their new campaigns. Clary was just glad that when her friend gave her permission to use the photo, it had helped her modelling career as well.

Which is the reason why Clary was saying 'thank you' to Maia today.

"So you're officially finished with Victor's business, right?" Maia asked as she got back off the bed to make their drinks as the coffee maker beeped.

"Yup, did my last shoot today," Clary answered, rolling onto her side to watch Maia as she moved around the kitchen. "A lesbian scene with Kaelie—and my first one was actually lesbian scene with Kaelie, so it was kind of like coming around in a full circle," she let out a laugh and Maia rolled her eyes.

"Jace was there as well, right?"

"Yeah, he was filming," Clary nodded, glancing around the apartment, wondering where her bra had gone.

"How does he feel about you leaving?" Maia asked as she came back to the bed with the two mugs of coffee in her hands.

"Well, I'm sure he'll be absolutely fine. We'll still each other everyday," Clary shrugged. "Anyway, tell me about this guy that you met the other day, you said he asked you out, right? You think you're going to take him up on it?" Maia grinned, and started talking about the underwear model she met on one of her shoots.

Okay! Let me know what you guys thought! Let me know if you liked it, if you didn't, what your favourite part was, etc etc.

Alright, now I've got so many song and movie recommendations given the gap in updating, so I'll limit it down. Movie wise, The Last Jedi and The Greatest Showman are both absolutely incredibly. Especially TGS. Holy shit, the songs and the costumes and the dances, they were all amazing. I don't even know what my favourite songs from it is...This Is Me, Rewrite The Stars, Never Enough, From Now On...I just don't know! And TV series recommendations would be The Gifted, Black Lightning and The Runaways.

Songwise, I'm Gonna Show You Crazy by Bebe Rexha, Him and I by Halsey and G-Eazy, Missing You by Blake McGrath, Never Enough from The Greatest Showman, My My My by Troye Sivan, Dynasty by MIIA and Phases by French Montana.

Let me know what your own recommendations are! I note down all your song, TV series and movies suggestions so I can get around to them when I have time!

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