Hey guys. I know it's been a while since I've updated last, but I've been working on my novel, and school's been really tough this year, so I've had to put writing on the back burner for a while.
There's a new project I've been working on, but it's not going to be ready for a while. I wouldn't hold my breath for it, but I'm very excited about finishing and posting it, and I hope you guys will be as well.
However, this is just a one-shot. Cute, fluffy stuff awaits you.
As always, Cassandra Clare owns the characters.
Thanks for reading, and enjoy.
"There's only one bed," I muttered, scratching the back of my head. I glanced at Jace, and saw that he wore the same expression I did.
Jace is my best friend. We've never been anything else, although I'm sure there have been times when one of us has liked the other, but we've never actually done anything about it. I think both of us are a little afraid of what would happen, honestly, so nothings ever happened.
Jace winced. "I'll—I'll sleep on the floor," he said.
I rolled my eyes. "Don't be dumb. It's not like we haven't shared a bed before," I pointed out.
"That was different, Clary! We were two!" Jace exclaimed.
I laughed. "Okay, and now we're eighteen, and best friends. Your point?"
Jace sighed. "Are you sure about this?"
"Jace," I scoffed. "It's not that big of a deal."
Jace smiled, glancing at me with a mischievous look in his eyes. "No," I said, "I know what you're about to do—" I yelped as Jace picked me up, slinging me over his shoulder. I pounded my fists on his back playfully.
"The thing is, little red, that you don't really get a say in the matter," Jace said, as he threw me on the bed. I laughed as the bed bounced minimally. Jace flopped down next to me, cuddling a pillow. I ran my hand through his golden curls and they wrapped themselves around my thin fingers.
Jace smiled and I shifted farther down the bed, laying my head on a pillow. I began to close my eyes, looking at Jace. His eyes were halfway closed, and he was staring at me. I smiled, tiredly. "What?"
Jace shook his head slightly. "Nothing," he said and closed his eyes. I shrugged it off, and closed my eyes.
Thunder roared and the lightning flashed outside the building. I gasped, flying into an upright position, breathing hard. Sweat made my tank top cling to my body, and I looked around desperately.
Jace groaned slightly and pushed himself up on his elbows. "Hey, you okay?" His voice was deep from sleep, and made my heart jump a little. I ran a hand down my face, pushing my hair out of my eyes. "I'm fine," I muttered. "Just a bad dream."
Jace scooted closer, pulling me down to the bed. "I know better than that, Clare." He pulled me closer to him. My head was on his chest and I could hear his heart beating. His arm wrapped around my shoulder. I held my breath and put a hand on his chest, feeling the fabric of his shirt under my fingertips.
"You're okay," he murmured in my ear. His breath dusted over my cheek.
I turned my head up. His golden eyes were wide open, and he stared into my green ones with a look that he'd never used on me before. I gazed back at him, and before I knew it, he pulled me closer to him and our lips were touching.
Everything disappeared and our lips were moving, not in sync, but in a perfect imperfectness. It was messy, and it couldn't have been more perfect.
He rolled us over, supporting himself over me, but never breaking a single part of our contact. His hips grinded against mine, and I arched my back as we kissed. I wrapped my knees around his hips. He groaned into my mouth. His hand trailed down my body, pushing my tank top. I sat up, and he pulled it off, unclasping my bra at the same time.
We laid back down, and his hands ran up and down my body, lighting every nerve on fire. I tugged on his t-shirt, and he tore it off over his head. My fingers ravaged his chest, memorizing every muscle, every scar, everything that made him who he was. We couldn't breathe, but we couldn't stop. This was how it was supposed to be.
Our pants were off, and soon, Jace paused, forcing his lips away from mine. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice low.
I nodded, and pulled him back down to me. With a quick and sudden movement, he was inside me. I gasped along to his movements, and soon, it was over.
We lay next to each other, naked, laughing like idiots. Jace lay on his back while I laid on his chest. His hand was in my hair, wild and red as it was, I knew he thought I was beautiful.
He grinned, looking down at me. "Is this a good time to tell you that I've been in love with you since the ninth grade?"
I laughed. "That's pitiful. I've been in love with you since the eighth," I said.
He smiled and kissed me again. This kiss wasn't like the rest of them we'd shared that night, however. This one was soft, gentle. That was the way it was supposed to be. This is our forever. This is perfect.
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