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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Mortal_Instruments_Series_-_Cassandra_Clare
  Relationship:
      Luke_Garroway/Clary_Fray
  Character:
      Luke_Garroway, Clary_Fray
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, protective_father_figures, Age
      Difference, Bookstores, Universe_Alteration, Gratuitous_Smut, First_Time,
      Loss_of_Virginity
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-09-22 Words: 3107
****** Not Your Little Girl (Anymore) ******
by an_odd_ducky
Summary
     I wanted Luke taking Clary up against a bookcase in his shop. So
     that's what I wrote. With feelings.
Notes
     Disclaimer: The legal age of consent in the state of New York is 17
     years old. For the purposes of this and all Claymark fanfics I write
     and fanart I make, no sexual acts were performed between Clary and
     Luke prior to Clary's 17th birthday.
     Additional Disclaimer: I haven't actually read the books; I'm only
     partway through City of Bones. So if you find any glaring
     discrepancies in this fic, we're just going to pretend they were
     intentional, ok? *cracks knuckles* Nah, I'm just kidding. Seriously,
     though - I've seen the movie and read about a quarter of the way
     through City of Bones, so there's probably a lot wrong with this fic.
     I just really, REALLY have the hots for Claymark as a ship.
See the end of the work for more notes
The bell on the door jingled, and Luke did a double-take.
"Clary." It was meant to be a warning, and he could have pulled it off, if his
voice hadn't suddenly cracked. Hastily coughing to cover it up, he yanked off
his glasses and stepped out from behind the counter.
"You okay there, chief?" she teased, patting his back as he sputtered.
"What are you wearing?" he asked instead, taking a step back to put some
distance between them.
"Do you like it?" she asked, turning a circle. "I’m trying out a new look."
Luke swallowed hard; seeing those tight black shorts from the back was even
worse than seeing them from the front. Clary's legs were almost completely
bare, covered only by the calf-high boots and crisscrossed with a pair of
fishnet stockings that didn't even reach the bottom of her shorts. Luke wasn't
sure when Clary had started to fill out, but he saw now that puberty had
finally begun to shape her body into graceful curves - curves that her lacy
tank top and fitted leather jacket did nothing to hide.
"You have to change," he demanded, and damn it if his voice didn't crack again.
"What?! Why?" Clary asked, glaring at him sharply.
"Why?! Look at yourself, Clary! You're barely covered. Does your mother know
you're dressed like that?!"
"Mom's gone for the weekend; she left this morning before I went to school and
won't be back until Monday." Clary shuffled her feet nervously. "That's why I'm
here, actually....Look, it's just really quiet at the house, ok? I went home
after school to study but it's too quiet. So I came here. You're gonna close
the shop soon, anyway, right? So it's not like anyone will see me. I'll just
stay over here in the corner and do my homework." She looked up at him with
wide eyes. "Please, Luke?"
Luke ran a hand through his curls, thinking fast. "Fine," he sighed. "Go do
your homework, and then I'll walk you home when you're finished. But Clary," he
added warningly, "If I catch you out dressed like this again, I will tell your
mother. You know better than this."
Clary nodded at the floor guiltily, quietly accepting the reprimand. She hated
being treated like a child, but her plan had obviously worked. Luke's eyes on
her body made her skin tingle as she turned away.
Luke went about closing his shop, despite it being half an hour early. Clary
settled into an armchair with her textbooks and tried to focus on her chemistry
homework, but after twenty minutes had passed and she still hadn't written a
single answer down, she huffed out a sigh and gave up trying.
Her feet were planted on the chair, her textbook propped open on her knees,
offering her the perfect cover to covertly spy on Luke as he sat behind the
counter paying bills. He glanced up at her from time to time, almost nervously,
and Clary smirked behind her book, getting an idea. Casually, she pretended to
stretch, shifting her position and opening her legs wide. She waited quietly,
pretending to scribble notes in the margins of her notebook until Luke glanced
over at her again and his eyes widened. He quickly covered his choked noise
with a string of coughing, and Clary thought she saw him shift uncomfortably in
his seat.
It wasn't very often that she saw Luke flustered, and Clary found that she
quite liked being the cause of it. She let Luke get back to his business for a
few minutes before she pushed herself up and stripped off her jacket.
"It's a bit warm in here, don't you think?" she asked, tossing her jacket over
the back of her chair.
"The thermostat's set to seventy-two," he answered as she turned her back to
him, and Clary couldn't help but smirk at the barely-concealed panic in his
tone.
"Is it? It must be the sun coming in through this window, then." Luke didn't
bother arguing that it was already dusk outside.
Clary bent over, ass in the air, and grabbed a different textbook out of her
bag from where it sat on the floor, and she could swear she heard a muffled
moan from Luke's direction.
A chair skidded across the floor suddenly, and Clary looked back to see Luke
standing, fists clenched and breathing heavily. "That's it's," he said through
gritted teeth. "You're changing. I think I've got something you can wear." He
walked quickly to her and took hold of her arm, pulling her with him as he
headed for the back staircase to his apartment.
"What?!" Clary gasped, wrenching her arm away from him and taking a step back.
"Luke, what is the matter with you?" she demanded, glaring at him.
"You have to change, Clary," he said, deliberately averting his eyes. "You
just--you need to change, or go home; those are your options."
"Why?!" she gestured to her body. "What is wrong with this?"
"Because!" he shouted, and then caught himself when he saw her flinch.
Breathing heavily, he leaned back on a bookcase and stared at the ceiling.
"Because it's driving me crazy, Clary, and I can't--I can't deal with this."
"It drives you crazy how?" Clary asked, her mouth suddenly very dry.
"God, Clary," he choked out, dragging his hands over his face. "You're
seventeen. Y-You're seventeen years old; I shouldn't be--"
He broke off and turned toward the stairs, but Clary grabbed his arm to stop
him. Before she knew it, he pushed her up against the bookshelf and towered
over her, hands clenching the shelf on either side of her head. His eyes were
hard and wild. "Don't," he begged.
They were so close, so very, very close, and Clary could count the number of
grey hairs in Luke's beard, could feel the warmth of his body. Heart pounding
in her chest, she lifted her chin and leaned forward, lips ghosting over his as
she looked at him, wide-eyed. "Please," she whispered, and kissed him lightly.
She pulled back, and for a moment, Luke stood with his eyes closed, chest
heaving. "Clary," he said, and she knew then that it was over; that she had
made a mistake. But then his lips were on hers again, and this time it was not
light, it was not quick, and it certainly was not chaste. Clary moaned into his
mouth and let him crowd her closer to the bookcase.
When Clary broke their kiss to catch her breath, she realized distantly that
she was writhing against Luke as he rocked against her, the hard bulge of his
cock pressed to her thigh.
"Luke!" she gasped. "Please, Luke, please!"
Luke pulled away from where he was busy sucking a bruise at the base of her
neck and looked her in the eye, her face held in his hands. "Clary, if you
don't want this then you have to tell me now. Tell me right now while we can
still go back."
"I do - I want - I want - Fuck me, Luke, please fuck me," Clary stumbled over
her words, blushing darkly as she did. "I want it."
Luke claimed her mouth again and she tried desperately to keep up. She felt his
hands on the button of her shorts, popping them open and shoving them down with
her panties and she felt her face blush again as she stood so exposed. But Luke
continued to kiss her, and his hand slipped between her legs to pet her, and
she widened her stance automatically as her breathing got quicker and quicker.
Luke's callused fingers slipped between her lips, sliding forward through her
wetness until they found her clit and the sensation made her jerk. Luke worked
his fingers in slow circles around her clit until Clary broke away from his
kiss, panting, her eyes tight shut as she enjoyed the touch.
Luke pulled his fingers away and she whimpered, but then he was pulling her top
up and over her head, was sliding his hands over her stomach and around to
unclasp her bra and toss it aside. He pushed a thigh between Clary's and his
lips returned to her neck while his hands came up to hold her breasts. His
thumb and forefinger pinched her nipples, rolling them until they hardened, and
Clary could only cry out as she pushed into the touch and ground herself
against his leg.
Her hands fumbled at his waistband, tugging his shirt out of its tuck. Luke
watched her with such intensity that for a moment she faltered under his gaze,
but then she swallowed, whispering, "Off," and unbuttoned his shirt as fast as
her fingers could move. He shrugged out of it, one hand settling on her hip,
grounding her as she reached for the button of his jeans. She flicked them open
quickly and helped him shimmy them down so he could step out of them, then
nervously pushed his boxer briefs down in one swift movement.
She looked down, taking in his flushed cock as it sprang free. Don't back out
now, she thought, hoping he couldn't see how suddenly nervous she was as they
stood there naked together. You've come too far to turn back. She tried to keep
her hand from shaking as she reached out and tentatively grazed her fingers
along his cock. His tiny intake of breath at that first touch encouraged her,
and she wrapped her hand around it, fumbling a few slow strokes. It felt heavy
in her hand, but the skin was velvety smooth, and a sharp twist of desperation
shot through her as realized how badly she wanted it inside her, impaling her
with hard thrusts.
She couldn't hide her trembling now as she pulled Luke closer, and she hitched
one leg up over his hips guiding his cock into place. Her pulse beat wildly in
her ears as he kissed her and slid inside, and she tensed from the mixture of
excitement and pain as he sunk deep into her. It hurt, it hurt like a bitch,
but she still wanted it, wanted it so badly that already her hips rocked to
give her friction, and she moaned as his arms wrapped around her, sliding to
grip her ass and grind in deeper. Clary's hands flew back to the bookshelf for
balance and she hopped and wrapped her other leg around Luke's waist, letting
him hold her weight and set the pace.
Clary could feel a tension coiling inside her, and she began to shake for an
entirely different reason as it wound her tighter and tighter. Luke's cock
brushed against sensitive skin with every thrust, a friction that wiped every
other thought from Clary's mind except the slick slide of it pumping into her,
sending sparks up her spine. Her arms were shaking as she clung to the
bookcase, but she only urged Luke to go faster, her thighs tightening around
his waist.
The pressure inside her was building higher, and she was surprised to realize
that the desperate, needy sounds filling the room were coming from her. Then
they shifted subtlety, and Luke’s cock hit its mark perfectly, and with a gasp,
Clary lost her grip on the bookcase. For one frightening second she thought she
was going to hit the floor, but instead she found herself wrapped tightly in
Luke's arms as he supported her easily. She threw her arms around his neck and
clung to him as their faltered pace picked up again.
"It's ok; I've got you," he told her, his arms tightening around her waist. His
fingers brushed along her back in a reassuring way, too innocently for Clary
not to notice how much it reminded her the many times he had comforted her
after a scraped knee or an encounter with a bully when she was young. But this
time, Luke wasn't protecting her. This time, his cock was thrusting up into her
with a singular purpose, and Clary's head spun as it tried to reconcile the
Luke of her childhood with the one who held her close as he fucked her now.
"I've got you," he whispered again, and she moaned and laid her head down on
his shoulder, letting him take her.
Clary's eyes fluttered closed as she panted against Luke's neck, and Luke could
feel her fingernails digging into his back as she neared her climax. Her little
moans and gasps grew louder, her hips moving with him as much as she could
without losing her grip. Clary's whole body gradually tensed and her breaths
became a whispered chant of "Luke Luke Luke," soft and slow and needy. He let
her cling to him like a lifeline and let himself go, sinking in hard and fast
and dirty, desperate to feel her come from his cock, to feel the way her body
lost control in his arms.
He brushed his lips along her ear, trailing down to kiss the joint of her jaw.
Her cries were getting faster, more desperate, a note of vulnerable confusion
in them at what was coming upon her so quickly. His arms tightened around her
almost painfully, and he just managed to gasp out, "It's ok, Clary, it's ok,"
before he felt her tighten around his cock. Clary twitched in his arms, a
strangled sob gasped into his neck as she came around him.
Her body gradually relaxed again. Warm puffs of breath hit his shoulder, and
Luke barely had the presence of mind to pull quickly out of her before he too
came, too turned on to hold it off any longer. Streaks of come hit the hardwood
floor below as his arms held her tightly against him, and his long moan was
muffled in her hair. He leaned them back against the bookcase and took a moment
to nuzzle her shoulder, kissing where it joined her neck up to her hairline.
When their breathing slowed to normal again, he carefully lowered her feet to
the ground, his hands sliding to rest on her hips as he looked down at her.
Clary's breath caught in her throat when she met his eyes. Luke looked at her
now like he was surprised by what he saw, with an intensity and emotion that he
never had before. Clary blushed, but instead of dropping his gaze, she rose up
on tiptoe to kiss him again and again until Luke huffed out an amused sound and
put a hand on her cheek to ease her back. But when he looked at her again, his
expression fell to one of confusion and then horror.
"Luke?" She asked worriedly.
He pulled his hand away from her face, blinking at it, and Clary saw what had
alarmed him: his fingers were stained with blood. His gaze dropped to her
thighs, where a drop of blood was making its slow way down her leg.
"I hurt you," he said, taking a step back.
"No!" Clary began. "You--"
"You're bleeding, Clary!" His face had gone paper white. "O-oh, god. What have
I done?"
Clary took a step toward him, all too aware of the distance now that Luke's
warmth wasn't pressed against her. "Luke, it's not a big deal."
"Not a big deal? I-I had sex with a seventeen-year-old! I took advantage of
you! And I wasn't even gentle about it," he said, gesturing to her legs as his
voice rose.
Clary caught his hand and held it, refusing to let go even as he tried to turn
away from her. "Luke! Listen to me!" she demanded, returning the glare that he
directed at her. "I am fine. I'm only bleeding because...well, because I've
never done...that...before." Her voice trailed off awkwardly and she felt her
face heat up as she avoided his eyes.
"You've never...you've never done what? Had sex?" His voice took on a panicked
note. "Did I just take your virginity? Did I just take your virginity up
against the cookbooks?!"
"I wasn't a total virgin," Clary grumbled. "I've done stuff with boys before.
I've just never had a guy's...you know...in me."
Luke groaned, dragging his free hand down his face. "A guy's cock? Clary,
you're just proving my point! You can't even say the damn word!"
"Fine!" Clary spat. "Cock! Cock, cock, cock!" She stomped over to her shorts
and snatched them off the floor, chanting as she went. She flopped down on an
armchair to pull them back on and immediately winced, gritting her teeth.
Luke was kneeling in front of her in an instant, gently prying her shorts away.
"I'm fine," she snapped again. "I've just never been stretched that far. To fit
your big COCK," she added, emphasizing the word.
Look stared at her blankly for a minute before slow smile crept onto his face
and he began to laugh. Clary tried to keep her frown in place, but she couldn't
help it when it slipped away - the absurdity of the situation was just too
much. She hid her face in her hands and half laughed, half sobbed, until Luke
pulled them away and kissed each palm in turn.
"Does it really bother you that I am--was a virgin?" Clary mumbled, eyes
focused intently on her lap.
Luke hooked a finger under her chin, lifting her face until she met his gaze.
"I'm proud to be your first, Clary. I just wish you had told me, so I could
have made it better for you. So you could remember it."
"I don't think I'll be forgetting it," Clary said, a blush spreading over her
cheeks again from Luke's words. Luke hummed a neutral tone and smoothed the
hair away from her face. "What now?" Clary asked, terrified of what the answer
might be.
Luke sighed. "Now we get you cleaned up and make sure you're ok. And then," he
swallowed nervously, "We figure out where to go from there."
"Come on," he said, standing up and pulling her to feet before snaking an arm
around her waist. "I'll throw some dinner together while you take a shower."
Clary wasn't sure where they stood anymore, whether this would progress further
or if they would go back to how things were before when her mother came home.
But as she fell asleep wearing one of his soft flannel shirts, her back pressed
against his solid chest and his breath tickling the hair around her ear, she
realized that that was ok. Where they went from here was an uncertainty, but
where she was in that moment was all she needed.
End Notes
     If you ship Claymark, PLEASE come find me on tumblr as an-odd-ducky.
     PLEASE. Let me know I'm not sailing this ship alone. Because right
     now there are only three of us on the ship. I'll have more Claymark
     fic. And sketches. And playlists. Come to meeeeeeeeee.
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