5

"Look, I don't know who you are or why you want me to come with you but the peanut butter fairies aren't gonna be pleased," I managed to choke out.

"Well it only rains on Tuesday, right?" this mysterious Will chuckled.

"Go see Magnus! He has the marshmallows you're looking for!" I sprang out of the sheets, shoved the girl who looks eerily like Isabelle out the window, and raced down the stairs.

Draco was standing there, his silver-golden locks glistening like pixie nectar in the morning rays. A crisp scent of potato salad drifted from his ripe neck.

"Um… bathing in mayonnaise recently?" I stammered nervously.

"No, but about earlier—anyway I'm sorry. I appreciate you going to Magnus about the sprinkles but there are more important matters at hand," He pulled out a shimmering spatula.

"This isn't about your baking addiction is it?"

"Only if the oven is you," he said, his voice rolling with desire. He stepped forward closing the space between us, and gently caressing my cheek with the utensil.

I shuddered. "I—I'm sorry too, but with Jace in Mexico I'm not sure…" I trailed off.

"Being sure is for people who aren't marshmallows. I'd eat that marshmallow, Clary. I'd eat that marshmallow so hard."

Before he could say anything else I pressed my lips hard on his. Let me just tell you they were more glorious than even the plumpest anteater. Like rubbing my own against peanut butter that had softened in the sun just a bit too long. "I'm not sure—," he groaned, but I was pulling the green tie from 'round his neck like it was a snake as I bit his neck with my own fangs.

"Being unsure is for the people who are marshmallows." I looked at him seductively through my placenta colored lashes.

"If my udders were supplied with milk, if you know what I mean," he garbled and pulled me up to him. I shucked the shirt from him like the husk of a juicy ear of corn. I reached into my back pocked and pulled out my hand, slick with nutella. I ran my tongue along his collar bone and smeared the chocolate across his chest.

He, who was grinding his hips hard on mine, ripped away, looking disgusted in the vilest way. He fell back on the floor and scrambled away hastily, "Wha—you're cheating?! With other spreads?"

"I—I just had it on hand! It wasn't," he cut me off.

"What were you thinking?"

"I don't know, what was she thinking?" A lazy voice lulled from the doorway. Only I could hear that it was spiked with rage.

The golden halo cast by the morning sun was unmistakable, "Jace…"

"Oh snap," said Alec, from behind him.