Talk Dirty to Me


"Cla-ry?" Jace's golden orbs traveled over Clary's still-wet frame. Wet. Really. Fuck. The only thing separating him from her perfectly naked body was that flimsy white towel her tiny hands were clinging to.What he could have those tiny hands doing to his dic — STOP JACE! Look away. Look away.

"Clary, I was just telling Jace about a brilliant idea I had," Isabelle announced, clapping her hands together as she bounced up and down grinning wildly.

Clary's green eyes darted between Jace and Isabelle. "What brilliant idea?"

Jace continued to stare at Clary suddenly realizing that her mouth was the perfect size for his — HOLY HELL. JUST STOP! STOP THINKING. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, needing to get his shit together before he grabbed Clary and took her on the bed, the bar, or wherever the hell he could reach first.

"I was telling Jace that I made a list of guys we should set you up with," Isabelle continued, and her mischievous grin went unnoticed to Jace as his eyes flew open. What the fuck? His fevered gaze landed on the brunette immediately. "We think it'd be good for you to get out there. Experience dating. And if the date happens to end with you getting deflowered it'll be the perfect ending to a fairytale." We? Deflowered? Oh HELL NO! There will be no deflowering unless it's done by ME!

Jace was about to open his mouth to yell all sorts of profanities at Isabelle but before he had the chance Clary spoke. To him. "Jac-Dr. Wayland. You think I should date other guys in order to lose my virginity?"

Why the hell does she have to look at me like that? In nothing but a fucking towel! Jace opened his mouth but closed it. He coughed, pretending to clear his throat. "No. Absolutely not." Was that relief that he saw in her emerald eyes? No. It couldn't be. "That list," he said, pointing an accusing finger toward Isabelle, "was all her. I had nothing to do with it."

Clary smiled, causing Jace's manhood to twitch. God. There's that perfectly sized mouth again. "That's a relief. I thought you two were planning to just pawn me off to some random guy." Clary turned away from Jace and walked toward Isabelle's closet. Jace's eyes got a perfect view of the underside of her smooth, round ass due to the size of the towel. And, oh, how he wanted to reach out and touch it. Grab it. Lick it. SHIT!

"What the hell are you playing at?" Isabelle hissed. Jace reluctantly tore his eyes away from Clary's body to address his cock-blocking sister.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Jace could see the angry flames dancing in Isabelle's eyes as she glared at him. "I'm not going to let any of those dipshits take Clary's virginity. None of them are good enough for her."

"Tell me, Jace, if none of those guys are good enough, who is?" Isabelle was baiting him and he knew it.

Jace shrugged. "Hell if I know. She just deserves someone that will take care of her."

Something flashed in Isabelle's eyes as she stepped closer to him. "Like you?"

Yes. Yes. Yes. "No. I didn't say that. I'm just saying she needs the right guy." Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Isabelle closed her lips together tightly, forming a thin, red line. If Jace didn't know better he would think she was pissed with him.

Suddenly a wicked grin appeared on Isabelle's face. Jace wondered if he should run. "You know," she drawled, "It doesn't matter." Her tone implied otherwise.

Jace raised an eyebrow. "It doesn't?"

"Nope. We can find our girl a guy at the club Friday night, right?" Isabelle thought she had him. Ha!

"Yep. At the club." Isabelle glared at Jace before turning away from him. He relaxed instantly.

"Clary? You dressed yet?" Isabelle twirled her long brown hair between her fingers as she called out to the redhead.

"No. I'm still rubbing in this lotion that you ordered me to put everywhere," the other girl responded, so beautifully ignorant to her words' affect.

Jace felt a tremor run through his body as an image of a naked Clary applying lotion to her entire body popped into his head.

Isabelle squealed. "Jace. Our little girl is growing up. This is so exciting." Jace rolled his eyes as his sister continued to babble on. "Clary, I just want you to know that Jace and I are so proud of you. It's like we're your parents and you're leaving us to go out on your own."

"What?" Jace and Clary yelled in unison.

Isabelle shrugged. "Not literally. Geez that'd be gross." She shook her head as if to clear her mind of the disgusting thought. "Clary, what Jace and I are trying to say is, you're family. We're here for you. If you want me to dress you up, I'm game. And if you need to ask Jace about what to do to get a guy off, he's game. Right, Jace?"

Hell to the fuck NO! "Yeah. Sure." Out of the corner of his eye Jace noticed Clary stepping out of Isabelle's closet, the towel still wrapped around her body. Only the towel.

"Is that so?" Clary said.

Jace felt a lump forming in his throat. Clary sounded pissed. He turned his head to look at her as she approached the two of them. Dammit! She looked pissed too!

Jace tried to swallow but he couldn't. "Yep," he whispered back as he placed his hand over his throat. "Iz, can I get some water?"

"Oh for goodness sakes Jace." Isabelle stomped toward the kitchen. Jace could only hope it was to get him something to drink.

"So, Jace?" Shit. Jace's eyes moved down stopping when they landed on a very angry Clary.

"Yes?" he said with a small, small voice. Jace gave Clary a smile but she wasn't having it.

"Here's your drink." Isabelle shoved a glass of water into his hand.

Jace nodded thanks to Isabelle before pressing the glass to his lips. The cool water felt refreshing as it saturated his dry mouth. Unfortunately, when he finished the glass of water he had to face the fiery hot redhead that was still staring up at him.

"Jace?" Why was she still in a towel?

"Yes. I'm listening. I promise." Jace passed Isabelle his empty glass as she muttered something under her breath along the lines of him being a lazy ass.

"Seeing as the three of us are 'family' and all," she started, a definite tick to her words, "I thought that maybe I could get your opinion on something." Clary wasn't looking at Isabelle. She was looking at him, her green eyes staring into his golden ones.

"Of course, Clary," Isabelle replied as she came to stand beside Jace.

"Sure, Clary. Whatever you need," Jace conceded. Having Clary in the same sentence as family just felt wrong. Not that having her in the family would be a bad thing but it would be if she were his sister or blood related. Just thinking about Clary like that left a bad taste in his mouth.

"Good." Clary's hand gripped the towel that was wrapped around her body a little tighter. Jace noticed that she closed her eyes and her chest was moving up and down at a fast rate. Is she okay? He was about to voice his concerns when Clary did the unimaginable. There is no way she just dropped her towel. No way. Jace blinked once more. Yes way! There standing in front of him was a very naked Clary. Jace felt what little breath he had in him leave his body. He quickly shot a look at Isabelle but was surprised to see she seemed absolutely fine with the fact that Clary was showing off her goods. In fact, Jace was pretty sure that by the look on his sister's face she was actually pleased with Clary. This can't be happening.

"What's your question?" How the fuck does Isabelle sound so... normal? Jace wanted to grab Isabelle and slap her but he couldn't. He couldn't move, couldn't speak. All he could do was stare, stare at the milky white perfection standing so confidently in front of him. If he lifted his hand ever so slightly he could brush her perky breast — hot damn it was the perfect size. It would be like having an appetizer before the main course. I AM SICK! I AM A SICK SICK MAN!

"Well, I was wondering..." Clary trailed off, and Jace bit down on the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood. Who am I? I am Jace Fucking Wayland, that's who. I can get whatever I want from a woman. I am the man. I can do this. I will do this.

"Just spit it out, Clary," Isabelle said. "We're here for you. Tell her Jace." Damn Isabelle and her encouraging pep talks.

"Yeah, what she said. We're here to help," he managed. Yeah! NOT. Jace could see the worry in Clary's eyes. He felt guilty instantly. "Seriously Clary. You can talk to us. I wan — we want to help you anyway we can."

Clary pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and sucked on it before letting it go with a popping noise. "Okay. Give me your honest opinion, you two. Do you think I should leave my patch of hair or shave it bald?"

OH HOLLY FUCKIN HELL! She did not just go there. Jace ran his hand through his messy curls as he tried to listen to what Isabelle was rambling on about. He heard Isabelle say the word ginger, causing his golden orbs to instantly travel down Clary's body stopping when he saw a perfectly trimmed strawberry patch. Jace had never wanted to taste the sweetness of a strawberry more in his life.

"Jace, Jaaace. Jace!" Isabelle screamed. She was glaring up at him with her hands on her hips. "What do you think? Personally, I think she should keep it. Being a ginger down there will drive the guys crazy." Jace watched as Isabelle winked at a still very naked Clary. Jace suddenly felt the room closing in on him. There was no way he was letting another guy near HIS strawberry patch!

Jace shoved his hands in his denim jeans, hoping to hide his growing problem before he dared to answer Clary's question. "Keep it."

"You really think so?" Oh, the torture! Make it stop! Please! Can't you see I've had enough!

"Yep. You have something rare Clary. Don't get rid of it." Jace knew he was no longer talking about her perfect patch of red hair, rather about something more. "I better be going. I forgot I'm meeting Alec and Magnus for lunch." Jace took once last look at Clary, who had already picked up the towel from the floor and wrapped it around herself. As much as he enjoyed gazing at her perfect body, that was not what he needed to see before he left. "Clary?" Finally the redhead turned her head up to look at him properly. Beautiful. Jace couldn't help the smile that stretched across his face as he stared into her emerald eyes. God. She was stunning. Clary was everything a man could possibly want and, man, did Jace want her. All of her.

"Jace?" Jace chuckled at the sight of Clary's face scrunched up in confusion.

"I just wanted to say that I'll see you at our next session. I'm looking forward to it." Jace felt his pants tighten once more as he watched Clary's cheeks redden. "Goodbye, Clary. Isabelle." Jace turned from the two girls and rushed out the door. Quickly pulling out his phone, Jace dialed his brother's phone number to tell him that he was going to be late for their lunch date because he had to go home first and take a very long, very cold shower.

Isabelle took once last look through the peep hole before turning back to Clary. "That was something else."

Clary groaned as she covered her face with her hands. "I want to die!"

"Why? You were amazing!" Clary felt Isabelle's hands pulling at her own. "I'm serious. That was some pretty hot shit you had going on! I'm not even like that but I have to admit, I checked out your goods more than once!"

"Oh, God,Izzy." Clary pushed Isabelle away from her as she screamed.

"What? It was hot! I can't help that you were throwing all your lady parts out there for me and Jace to see." Isabelle fell back on her bed cackling.

"This is entirely your fault Isabelle Lightwood! You turned me into this-this nasty version of myself." Clary stomped her foot on the ground. "Are you even listening to me?"

Isabelle rolled to the side and propped herself up on her elbow. "Stop acting like you didn't like it. I saw your face. You loved it."

Clary felt her face redden. "Do you think Jace liked it?"

"PL-EEEA-SE. He loved it. Now, get your tiny butt over here," the brunette said, patting the empty space on the bed next to her with her free hand. "It's time we discuss phase two of operation Clace."

Clary giggled as she jumped onto the bed next to Isabelle. "Izzy. I'm beginning to think that you're my sex therapist and not your brother."

Isabelle winked at Clary. "Much to learn you still have, my padawan. This is just the beginning."

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