This is the final chapter. Lots of you guys have been asking for it, and I really hope you like it, because I'm not actually particularly happy with it...Sorry :(

Jace let out an annoyed snort as he and Clary ran inside, Clary letting out a squeal as the rain sluiced through her clothes and dampened her hair, making it stick to her face and neck. It had been sunny, without a cloud in the sky, and then it seemed as though in the blink of an eye, the heavens had opened it up and the rain fell. It was warm—a summer shower—but the two of them had sprinted from the back yard to get inside Jace's house.

"Well, pretty sure the food is ruined," Jace made a face as he looked outside to where a blanket was laid out with the picnic he had meticulously prepared. Neither of them were particularly interested in fancy dates, so a lot of the time it had just been going out to the movies, or going to basketball games, or group gatherings with all of their friends. But it had been almost a year since they had met, and officially three months they had started seeing each other, and Jace had thought that something a little more romantic was in order. So he had gotten Isabelle's help, and brought a bunch of fancy foods, and a nice blanket, and set up a perfect little picnic in the back yard.

Of course it decided today would be the first day in three months to rain.

"Well," Clary let out a laugh once they got inside, tugging at her white tee-shirt, which was clinging to her wet torso. "That was unexpected." Jace was relieved that she wasn't annoyed, but then again, he really shouldn't have expected her to be. She was one of the most relaxed, go-with-the-flow kind of girls he knew.

That's why he was falling for her.

"You know," she nudged him with her elbow and shot him a smirk. "Just because the food is ruined, doesn't mean the afternoon is." Jace looked over at her, and without his permission, his eyes drifted downward over her torso. The white tee-shirt was practically see through, and he could make out the black, lacy bra she was wearing underneath. Her hair was curling around her face, rain drops were clinging to her long eyelashes, and her rosebud red lips were pursed upward in a seductive smile as one of her fingers reached out for a belt loop in his jeans.

Jace didn't need anymore of an invitation than that.

Three months, and they had barely brushed third base.

But from the heat in Clary's eyes, it appeared as though they were most definitely going all the way this afternoon.

Jace let out a groan which was so loud it vibrated his chest as they stripped off their clothes. Shirts and underwear hit the tiled ground with a slap as Jace wrapped his arms around Clary's waist and walked her backwards out of the front doorway and into the lounge. Her teeth bit down on his lip and he let out another groan that he was probably going to be embarrassed about later. He dropped her down on the couch and Clary giggled as she bounced a couple of times, wiggling her way backward so that she could rest her head against the cushion.

"God, you're beautiful," Jace whispered as he stared down at her, now only left in her black underwear and bra, which were both wet right through from the rain. He leaned forward to lick at a trickle of water that was running down her navel, toward the elastic line of her underwear, and he felt her tense underneath him.

"Shit," Clary sighed out as his tongue continued downward, laving right over her slit through the lace of her underwear. She squirmed, thrusting her hips upward, and Jace jerked aside the crotch of the underwear and burying his tongue inside her without any other preamble. "Fuck!" Clary gasped out, her fingers diving into the strands of his hair, clearly having no problems with using her strength to chase her own pleasure. He liked that. Liked that she was in this for herself as much as she was for him.

She tasted sweet and smelt fresh, and Jace changed his angle ever so slightly so that his teeth could scrape lightly at her clit and she let out a whimper, pushing herself upward, effectively herself onto his tongue. Jace's cock was so hard, pressing against the front of his briefs, leaking through the damp material. He could feel the rain water still running down his shoulders and dripping from his hair, onto her stomach and the couch.

She came, her juices filling his mouth, and her grip on his hair so tight he was surprised she didn't rip any out. Clary gasped out his name, her back arching violently upwards, and Jace continued licking at her until he felt another shudder run through her body, and there was another rush of liquid over his tongue.

"You taste so fucking good," Jace growled as he crawled up her body, dropping to his elbows and kissing her deeply. Clary could taste herself on his tongue and she rolled her hips upward.

"Bet you taste fucking good as well," she hissed back between kisses.

"Yeah, well, that can wait," Jace muttered as he slid one of his hands under her back, between her body and the couch cushions, unhooking the clasp of her bra. "Because right now, I just want to be in you." Clary's pupils seemed to dilate even more at his words and he kissed her one last time, sucking on her tongue and pressing two fingers against the hinge of her jaw, before reluctantly getting off her. "I'll be right back," he murmured. "I just need to grab a condom." Clary nodded, flinging her bra onto the ground and pushing her underwear down her things, kicking them off as they got hooked around one of her ankles. Jace came back, and he visibly swallowed as he saw her lying their naked.

"Well?" She dipped her eyes pointedly toward his briefs. "Am I the only one who's going to be naked here?" Jace rolled his eyes at her but grinned as he ducked his head to take off his briefs. He fell back between the cradle of her legs, his cock nudging at her bare, dripping sex. Clary took the condom out of his hands, ripping the packaging with her teeth and then reaching down between them.

The first touch of her nimble fingers against his cock made his body jerk, and she gave him a sly smile, one of her hands wrapping around it and giving it a few tugs before she finally rolled the prophylactic on and rolled her hips upward again with clear intent. Jace raised himself up on his hands so he could stare down at her properly—her cheeks that were rosy, her spit slick, kiss reddened mouth and down to her breasts, her nipples hard points. He took a moment just to catalogue just how perfect she looked in that moment before he pushed into her.

Wethottightperfect.

Jace had to pause once he was completely sheathed inside her, his whole body shaking as he tried to control himself from thrusting into her roughly until he came.

"Move," Clary urged him, reaching up to bite at the shell of his ear, her fingernails scratching down his back until they reached his ass, digging into the soft skin and encouraging him to move. Jace pulled backwards, feeling her walls clench around him, before pushing in again.

"You feel amazing," he said, his voice choked. He took in a couple of deep breaths and then began to properly move. Her hands didn't leave his hips, pulling him into her, lifting herself up to meet every thrust, and Jace felt the tightening in his spine far too soon. "Clary, I'm—"

"Yeah," she breathed out, sounding raspy, her head tilted back with her neck exposed. "Yeah, I know the feeling." Jace leaned forward, biting down on the skin of her throat and sucking. He kept up the assault on her neck as he thrust into her over and over again, a primal part of him glad that she was going to be marked up tomorrow. He felt her clamp down around him, and her nails bit into his soft skin. "Shit, shit, shit," she moaned out. "Ja-ace," the way she drew out his name, her breath hot against his ear, made Jace's body jerk, and the next thing he knew, he was spilling into the condom.

Jace stayed inside her tight warmth for a few moments longer, both of them breathing heavily, before he rolled off her to lay beside her on the now damp couch.

"I think that...I think that maybe we should shower," Clary commented after a couple of minutes. "I'm not sure what's sweat and what's rain water and what's cum." Jace let out a snort and then made a noise of agreement.

"Just give me a minute to recover, yeah?" Jace muttered and Clary grinned, rolling over and throwing one arm around his wast.

"Sounds like a plan," she mumbled, nestling her head into his neck, the two of them breathing together, their damp skin pressed together.

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