Merry Christmas everyone! Heres a Clace fic for Hailey Doufus and others. (Note: This is part 3 of a 3-part TMI series. Its not required that you read the first 2 parts, but I recommend you do. :P) ~Baron Hotschaft Von Hugenstein ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was Christmas evening, and the sky had already begun its descent into nighttime darkness. Clary, swaddled in a coat, gloves, and new woolly hat from Luke, tugged on Jace’s arm as she wove through the holiday crowd madness that was downtown Manhattan. “Come on, you big slowpoke, or I’m leaving you behind!” she laughed. Jace jogged a little and began to match pace with her. “Okay, I’m here. Can you please get my hand out of your death grip?” She rolled her eyes, smiling, and loosened her grip. She could feel his thumb tracing circles on her hand through her glove, and it made her feel warmer than her jacket could. “Is it always this crowded on Christmas?” Jace asked, repulsed as an obese family shoved him aside. “You’d think all these mundanes would be home with their families.” “They probably were this morning. Now they’re out sightseeing, like us.” After Isabelle’s pancake/gift-opening breakfast and visiting Alec and Magnus when they eventually got there (with Alec sporting a few neck bruises and Magnus wearing a somewhat revealing Santa costume, neither of which Clary wanted to know the story behind), she’d invited Jace out for a little one-on-one time at Rockefeller Center. Clary, an old pro at avoiding New York crowds, ducked at the last second as a man with an oblong package passed her by, nearly taking her head off. “Hey, watch it!” Jace barked at the disgruntled Package Man. “You almost took my girlfriend’s head off!” The man shouted something in garbled French. Jace shouted back in the same language. The very offended man scoffed and turned away. “What did you call him?” Clary asked with some trepidation. Jace smirked. “Something one probably shouldn’t say on a saintly day like Christmas.” “Oh, Lord.” She pulled him closer to her, hooking her arm around his, and helped him to maneuver the thick crowd. They reached Rockefeller Center, where the historically giant-ass tree was erected and gleaming. An impenetrable crowd had gathered around it—tourists, Clary guessed—and were currently snapping a-thousand-and-one pictures of the leafy monument. Jace squinted up at it. “That thing can’t be real,” he said decisively. “You’ve seen the Rockefeller tree before. Of course it’s real. It smells piney.” “So what? I smell like lilacs and happiness, but that doesn’t mean that I am lilacs and happiness.” Clary leaned in and caught a whiff of Jace’s neck. He extended his chin like a swan so she could get the full effect, and she blushed. “Actually, you just smell like Axe.” “No, you’re smelling cologne. My true odor is happiness. I’m hiding it with Axe so that other women don’t start throwing themselves at my feet.” “Oh, what a shame that would be.” “I admit that I miss it, but—” The rest of his sentence was lost by Clary punching him in the shoulder. He laughed, wincing. “All right, I’m sorry.” “Can’t we go one day where you don’t reference how astoundingly good-looking you are?” Clary asked, focusing on Jace rather than the Rockefeller tree. He was more radiant, anyway; snowflakes and light from the lampposts caught in his golden curls, making him look like a fallen Christmas angel. “Possibly,” he replied smoothly, “but I’d have to be either unconscious or dead for that to happen.” Clary laughed. “Merry Christmas, Jace.” She stood up on her tiptoes and was still only able to reach his jaw, so she kissed that. His skin was cold and scratchy from the wind and not shaving that morning. “Aww,” he let slip under his breath, and Clary’s stomach flipped that she’d gotten a reaction from him. He turned her to face him, his eyes finding hers under her orange locks and dorky ear flapper hat. “Merry Christmas, Clary.” His kiss found her lips, bending low to reach her tiny height. Clary helped as best as she could, hooking her arms around his neck and lifting herself up to him. The couple kissed slowly, relishing in the snow and the Rockefeller Center and the warmth of each other in the last few hours of Christmas Day.
Posted on: Thu, 25 Dec 2014 16:30:00 +0000
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