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City of Awakening	By : DeliciousIris Category: M through R > Mortal Instruments (series) > Mortal Instruments (series) Views: 13771 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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DISCLAIMER: Cassandra Clare owns anything related to The Mortal Instruments, all hail the queen!!
P.S. This is my first attempt at writing fan fiction. Please note that I’m not even half way through the TMI series so I apologize if my Character Voices are not there yet. I also apologize for any errors in the TMI “verbiage”. Please review!! I plan to write more, and it will… get…. really… good! Let me know what you think!
Clary’s POV
I was falling in between the lucid stage of sleep and drifting closer and closer to reality, that part of a dream where you are trying, so badly, to remain in the dream but you can’t help being pulled into a state of consciousness. As badly as I tried, my brain defied me as I became frustratingly awake. Accepting the reality that the dream was over, I slowly opened my eyes and rubbed the sleep from my eyes.
“Dammit”- I cursed out loud and felt painstakingly awake, despite opening my eyes just a moment ago. My body felt alive, like millions of matches had been lit at once and then quickly blown out. I could feel my heart beat still rapidly beating and could feel the light sheen of sweat that had formed across my body. With my arms at my side, I pushed myself up so my back was resting lightly against the cool wood of my headboard and closed my eyes again- not wanting to let go of the sensual fragments of my dream that were lingering freshly in my mind. His hands had been everywhere. His hot breath moving across my bare skin, setting each nerve on fire, kissing places I had never thought for a man to kiss. Heat forming within my stomach and fluidly flowing throughout my body. His heavy, dark with lust, eyes greedily raking over my body. The dream had been wonderfully erotic, and a hot flush was spreading across my body again. My body had seemed to be frequently betraying me lately and, unfortunately, I felt like a hormone crazed maniac.
The star of my dream was my gorgeous boyfriend, Jace. Although we seemed to be constantly together, training and living in the Institute, our physical relationship didn’t even hold a candle to my dream. Sure, we have gotten hot and heavy on several occasions, kissing until my lips were swollen and we were both aching for more. We probably would’ve progressed but it seems that bad luck followed me everywhere and we were always interrupted or there were circumstances that prevented us from going any further, like my damn period for one thing.
Jace and I were Shadowhunters, and I was in training. I am being trained in weaponry, battle, and how to fight the good fight- against demons and other evil downworlders. I was pulled into this world with a vengeance when I discovered that there was an entire society where all the mythical creatures I used to read about in novels actually existed and, unbeknownst to me, I had been born with the blood of The Clave running in my veins. Jace had undergone training for years, as well as Isabelle and Alec- who also resided in the Institute currently. Alec and Isabelle were siblings and Jace had been raised by their parents for several years so it was a close-knit group of individuals. Therefore, they were not in charge of my training.
Training was getting interesting as well… it seemed to not be working my favor because my super-sensitive nerves would always go on overdrive when we were training and Jace’s hand would accidently graze against the side of my breast… or Jace, standing behind me, would cover my hands with his confident and knowledgeable palms and bring my arm in front of me to practice the outline of runes. I would feel his close proximity, the feeling of his breath against the side of my neck. Sometimes Jace would partner with me during sparing sessions; which seemed to be much more of a form of foreplay and would leave me aching with my face flush. Jace, of course, always seemed put together- like I had no effect on him during these sessions. Then again he was much more experienced than I so surely he was not as susceptible to these types of unintended seduction?
Regardless, I was about to reach my breaking point. There is only so much kissing a girl can take before I end up ripping his clothes off in the midst of a training session and having my way with him right then and there- regardless of whom may be watching. He had a way about him that made me feel completely willing to get on my knees and do whatever he wanted me to… and more.
On that note, my thoughts returned to my dream. The sensation of his fingertips trailing slowly from my chin, down the center of my neck to my collarbone and down in-between my chest... Even thinking about it produced goose bumps all over my body and a tugging, hot sensation in my belly. In my revelry, I didn’t notice that my own hand had followed that same path. Down my chin, between my breasts on top of my white tank top... Only now, I didn’t want my hands to stop. I closed my eyes and imagined that it was Jace’s hands on my body. Moving down to my stomach and pushing the light weight of my sheet down, with the assistance of my legs, to hang off the end of my bed. I had on black cotton bikini panties and when my hand rested on top of them, I could feel my sex almost pulsing and hot. I needed to touch myself…. Actually, I needed Jace too- so I pretended he was. And slipped my left hand inside my panties and began to lightly stoke myself. All the while, imaging it was Jace’s strong, capable hands enjoying the innocence of my body.
Jace’s POV
“I don’t care what you ignorant fools think these muffins taste great!” Isabelle declared.
“These are horrid, as usual. I appreciate your attempt but there were no culinary breakthroughs today” I expressed with a knowing glance towards Alec, “I’m going to wake up Clary, then we should go down to Melvin’s and get some real breakfast.”
“Whatever.” Isabelle retorted as I hastily threw the disgusting muffin into the trash and headed out of the kitchen towards the wing where Clary’s room was. I turned down a dark hallway heading East. My room was on the West wing. Isabelle and Alec’s parents made me change rooms after Clary permanently moved in; an attempt to keep young lovers apart is my guess. Although you can’t really call us lovers, yet- someday Clary would be my mate, indeed. My life partner and other half, I loved her and respected her… as well as the attempts by my make-shift parents for us to behave ourselves. Although lately I could barely look at Clary without getting half hard, not to mention, these torturous training sessions that gave me plenty of opportunities to touch her and admire her lean, slim body.
I turned down again into a much better lighted hallway and got to her room- her door was partially open, with light from her brightly windowed room flowing out of the doorway. As I turned to enter her room, I was stopped in my tracks outside her doorway when I saw the mirror facing the doorway- the mirror hung strategic over an antique vanity that was placed directly across from her bed. I stared, shocked at what I saw.
Clary’s curly red locks flowed on her pillow where her eyes were closed, her pink lips open slightly. Sensual whimpering noises escaped between her beautiful lips. She was wearing a thin white tank top that clung softly to her taunt breasts; her soft peaks hard underneath her shirt. Jesus Christ. The blankets were thrown messily on the hardwood floor so I could plainly see her black panties with a sweetly placed pink bow directly in the top center. I realized I’d never seen her so undressed before and my body was already starting to react to the site. She was so incredibly sexy. It wasn’t, however, her feminine body and lack of clothing that stopped me in my tracks. It was the sight that I was actually witnessing directly in front of me in the mirror. Clary’s whimpering noises were directly related to the fact that her small hand was placed underneath her panties- she was touching herself. Dear God. The site was so erotic that I was tempted to stalk into the room, throw her hand side, rip those panties off and bury my face between her legs. The thought reverberated within my entire body, which was now fully alert to what I was watching unfold.
I retreated outside of her room and quietly leaned against the wall, all she had to do was open her eyes and glance at the mirror to see that I that had been in the doorway. Surely she would be embarrassed. I felt a magnetic pull back to the doorway, maybe it would do her good to get caught in this very personal act- I knew a few very good ways to assist her in her objective. The last thing I wanted to do was to make her feel uncomfortable though- or embarrassed at getting caught in the act. I turned and peaked through the doorway once more, feeling my chest tightening up, as well as my jeans. There she was. In all her glory, moving her hands and eliciting the most erotic sounds through her pretty little mouth. A mouth that surely was in need of my....
“Jace, please….” I heard her lowly moan. She is begging for me. I cannot turn away. I need to go in and fulfill whatever the desire that is related to that beautiful moan. I couldn’t bring myself to act on it though. In my inner turmoil, I hastily turned away- unbelievable. The site of her touching herself, my name escaping her lips, was not what I’d been expecting when I’d come to call on her. I turned away from her room, my bare feet padding quietly away, and thought about what I could do to get her to recreate that soft moaning and pleads in my presence…
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