He hadn't expected her to be there, he'd thought she'd gone home after her long day of training with Isabelle since Isabelle had insisted she could do a better job then Jace could when it came to training Clary to become a shadow hunter. Not wanting to fight about it he'd given up rather quickly agreeing to split Clary's time equally between the two of them.
He walked to the edge of the bed and looked at Clary's sleeping form, her arms were underneath the pillow, and she was only wearing from what he could tell were her underwear and his white t-shirt. He and Clary had never done anything beyond extremely heated making out, she was always too shy to go any farther than that and he had respected her wishes to wait but sometimes she'd grind her small hips against him while they kissed making the temptation too great and he'd been forced to stop the kiss. Seeing her in nothing but her small black lace panties and his shirt pulled just above her waist line revealing a flat stomach drove him crazy.
He reached over to her and brushed a strand of her red hair away from her delicate face before removing the shirt he'd been wearing and his pants, wearing nothing but his boxers he pulled the covers aside and climbed in beside Clary.
She was facing away from him and he was still wide awake from his training so there was nothing for him to do but take in her small form. Her hips had gotten curvier and the training had done wonders for her ass, filling it out and giving it a rounder, plumper shape. His hands began to itch as he imagined running them along the soft flesh and making her moan with desire.
His gaze traveled upwards to the little dimples on her lower back that he wanted to kiss, she moaned quietly in her sleep making his member twitch slightly. Damnithe thought to himself trying to think of something else, like training, throwing knives and doing rolls, then his mind wandered to training with Clary and the way she'd smile triumphantly at him when she finally mastered something.
He stopped that thought before he went too far and started undressing her in his mind. He focused on his breathing and slicing demons in half until finally the throbbing hidden beneath his boxers became bearable and had gone almost completely. When he'd finally calmed down and decided it would be a good time to try and sleep Clary rolled over so she was now facing him, the motion had not only pulled the shirt upwards even more but pulled it taught against her breasts making him suck in a breath.
He did as he'd done from the back unable to contain himself. He started at her long slender legs that she once wrapped around his hips causing him to moan into his pillow. He looked over again his gaze sliding up her milky thighs to her abdomen and he kept going until his eyes stopped at her breasts.
Her clothes were deceiving always making them look smaller than they really were, she looked to be about a B cup when she was in her shadow hunting gear but wearing nothing but his t-shirt he could see that she was most definitely a C and he also noticed she was cold by the way her nipple were erect and gently poking through the fabric.
He lifted his eyes to her sleeping face, her long eyelashes that brushed along her cheeks and her slightly curly red hair that fell lightly around her face, that was sprinkled with freckles. His gaze rested on her full pink lips that he desperately wanted to kiss and moan against but knew he wouldn't dare for the risk he'd make her think he was forcing her into something she wasn't ready for.
Suddenly her eyes started to slowly flutter open and he was looking into her beautiful irises.
"When did you come in?" She whispered to him her voice thick with sleep. He didn't answer just continued to look at her taking in her appearance, "Jace?" she asked. Something about the way she half whispered his name from across the bed made his heart jump and his member twitch back to life. "Is something wrong?" she asked sitting up her red hair falling over her shoulder as she propped herself up on her left forearm. "No nothings wrong I just missed you today" he answered trying not to let his shaky breathing become obvious.
Clary being more awake now took in Jace, he wasn't wearing a shirt so his long, arms which were corded with muscle from years of training were resting across his tight stomach, his abs contracting with every deep breath that he took. He wasn't wearing any pants and she let her eyes wander to the bulge that had appeared in his boxers, despite everything she found herself wanting to reach out and touch him there. She remembered once she was with Simon and his friends had been talking about what it was like to have an erection and do nothing about it, she also remembered them saying that's why their hands were always down their pants.
She bit her lip trying to resist the temptation and brought her eyes back to his. Jace however was not oblivious to the way Clary had taken in his lack of clothes and felt
เขาไม่ได้คาดว่าเธอจะมี เขามีความคิดเธอได้ไปบ้านของเธอวันฝึกกับ Isabelle ตั้งแต่ Isabelle ได้ยืนยันว่า เธอสามารถทำงานดีขึ้น แล้ว Jace สามารถไปฝึกอบรม Clary จะ เป็นนักล่าเงา ไม่อยากต่อสู้เกี่ยวกับเรื่องนี้เขาได้รับค่ารวดเร็วยอมแบ่งเวลาของ Clary เท่าเทียมกันระหว่างเขาทั้งสองเขาเดินไปขอบของเตียง และของ Clary นอนหลับแบบฟอร์ม แขนที่ใต้หมอน และเธอกำลังสวมใส่จากสิ่งที่เขาสามารถบอกการกางเกงในของเธอและเสื้อยืดสีขาวของเขาเท่านั้น เขาและ Clary ไม่เคยทำอะไรนอกเหนือจากการออกที่อุ่นมาก เป็นขี้อายเกินไปที่จะไปใด ๆ farther than ที่เขาได้รับการยอมรับความปรารถนาของเธอจะรอ แต่บางครั้งเธอจะบดสะโพกของเธอเล็กกับเขาขณะที่พวกเขาจูบทำสิ่งล่อใจมากเกินไป และว่าเขาหยุดจูบ เห็นเธอในไม่มีอะไรแต่เธอกางเกงในลูกไม้สีดำเล็กและเสื้อของเขาดึงเหนือเส้นเอวของเธอเผยให้เห็นท้องแบนขับรถเขาบ้าเขาเดินผ่านเธอ และแปรงสาระของผมสีแดงจากใบหน้าของเธออ่อนก่อนที่จะเอาเขาได้รับการสวมใส่เสื้อและกางเกงของเขา สวมใส่อะไรแต่นักมวยของเขาที่เขาดึงครอบคลุมกัน และปีนขึ้นไปข้าง ClaryShe was facing away from him and he was still wide awake from his training so there was nothing for him to do but take in her small form. Her hips had gotten curvier and the training had done wonders for her ass, filling it out and giving it a rounder, plumper shape. His hands began to itch as he imagined running them along the soft flesh and making her moan with desire.His gaze traveled upwards to the little dimples on her lower back that he wanted to kiss, she moaned quietly in her sleep making his member twitch slightly. Damnithe thought to himself trying to think of something else, like training, throwing knives and doing rolls, then his mind wandered to training with Clary and the way she'd smile triumphantly at him when she finally mastered something.He stopped that thought before he went too far and started undressing her in his mind. He focused on his breathing and slicing demons in half until finally the throbbing hidden beneath his boxers became bearable and had gone almost completely. When he'd finally calmed down and decided it would be a good time to try and sleep Clary rolled over so she was now facing him, the motion had not only pulled the shirt upwards even more but pulled it taught against her breasts making him suck in a breath.He did as he'd done from the back unable to contain himself. He started at her long slender legs that she once wrapped around his hips causing him to moan into his pillow. He looked over again his gaze sliding up her milky thighs to her abdomen and he kept going until his eyes stopped at her breasts.Her clothes were deceiving always making them look smaller than they really were, she looked to be about a B cup when she was in her shadow hunting gear but wearing nothing but his t-shirt he could see that she was most definitely a C and he also noticed she was cold by the way her nipple were erect and gently poking through the fabric.He lifted his eyes to her sleeping face, her long eyelashes that brushed along her cheeks and her slightly curly red hair that fell lightly around her face, that was sprinkled with freckles. His gaze rested on her full pink lips that he desperately wanted to kiss and moan against but knew he wouldn't dare for the risk he'd make her think he was forcing her into something she wasn't ready for.Suddenly her eyes started to slowly flutter open and he was looking into her beautiful irises."When did you come in?" She whispered to him her voice thick with sleep. He didn't answer just continued to look at her taking in her appearance, "Jace?" she asked. Something about the way she half whispered his name from across the bed made his heart jump and his member twitch back to life. "Is something wrong?" she asked sitting up her red hair falling over her shoulder as she propped herself up on her left forearm. "No nothings wrong I just missed you today" he answered trying not to let his shaky breathing become obvious.Clary being more awake now took in Jace, he wasn't wearing a shirt so his long, arms which were corded with muscle from years of training were resting across his tight stomach, his abs contracting with every deep breath that he took. He wasn't wearing any pants and she let her eyes wander to the bulge that had appeared in his boxers, despite everything she found herself wanting to reach out and touch him there. She remembered once she was with Simon and his friends had been talking about what it was like to have an erection and do nothing about it, she also remembered them saying that's why their hands were always down their pants.She bit her lip trying to resist the temptation and brought her eyes back to his. Jace however was not oblivious to the way Clary had taken in his lack of clothes and felt
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