Clary didn't want sweet. She needed a distraction and more importantly she needed him, to feel like someone cared. She reached up and pulled him against her as the kiss grew harder and more intense. A small voice in the back of her head warned her that he was probably just using her and that he did this with a lot of girls. She pushed that thought aside and pulled him against her harder, the kiss had gone beyond soft it had turned to what she thought was passion. Jace laid her gently on the ground without breaking contact.
Clary grabbed his shirt and unbuttoned it. His hand moved down her ribs to her waist while his other arm pulled her harder against him. She had never felt anything like this before, it was amazing and felt so right. She started moving her hands across his back, fingers tracing the permanent scars left behind from a life of fighting, war and pain. He shuddered pressing harder against her and let out a quiet moan. Clary's hands moved down his ribs and to his belt buckle.
Jace felt amazing. Sure he had hooked-up with other girls before but never like this. He had always wanted them, got them, then lost interest but with Clary it was entirely different, he never wanted to let her go. Clary started playing with his belt buckle, all of a sudden she was undoing it. Jace froze.
"Clary?" Jace whispered, slightly panting.
"Mmm?" Clary replied.
"What are you doing?"
'What do you think?" she said with a giggle.
"Don't." He whispered back, Clary's face went blank. "It's not that I don't want to believe me," He smiled and stroked her face. "just you're upset and I don't want to take advantage of that." Clary looked away. "What's wrong?" Jace asked.
"I'm sorry.. I-I didn't.." She stuttered, then pushed Jace off of her and ran out of the room leaving Jace sitting there speechless.