Title: Wanting, Lust, Love
Warnings: For insinuations of sexytimes
Characters: Clary, Jace
Summary: There is wanting between them, a sensuously slow burn that seethes beneath their skin and threatens to burn them both down to a cinder.
Author Notes: Wow.. It's been a very long while since I've had time to write anything. In honor of that, a (hopefully) daily drabble to get back into the swing of things. And now my A/N's done, see you down below...
Disclaimer: Cassandra Clare owns all things all things Mortal Instruments, I just like playing in her sandbox every now and then.
There is wanting between them, a sensuously slow burn that seethes beneath their skin and threatens to burn them both down to a cinder.
It's apparent in the unfinished drawings that litter her room and the way his gaze always seems to stray to her, regardless of the situation. In the way her nails are bitten down to the quick and how both Alec and Isabelle leave the training room with more bruises than usual after sparring with him. It's in the sidelong glances they share, as well as the unabashed staring that occurs when they think no one is watching.
There is lust between them as well, a deeply passionate and explosive lust that they can't find it in themselves to control.
It's noticeable by way of the rumpled and sweat dampened sheets, the clothes strewn haphazardly across the floor. In the slight tang of sex that clings to the room and the final lingering notes of ecstasy that hang in the air. In the already purpling mark that she'll have to use an iratze to heal, the shallow red scratches down his back that he'll keep as a reminder.
But there is also love, boundless and incredible emotion that binds their beings together.
It's clear in the way his arms form a protective cradle around her body and the way her hand rests across his heart. It's in the way he pulls her closer to him while sleep, determined to protect her from all harm. In the tangle of tanned and pale legs and the matching of exhaled breaths as they fall into peaceful oblivion.
It's in the way Jace died for Clary, and how she brought him back.
And there we are... Review and stoke my currently non-existent writer's ego?