#clydia

Lydia had never kissed anyone out of sheer disinterest. When she had met Alexander, she assumed it would be the time to change that. She was to be married in less than a fortnight and her lips had yet to feel the soft glide of another’s. She had known that consummating was for the wedding night but she really hoped to at least kiss the man before spending the rest of her life with him. She thought that if they kissed, she would finally feel whole. Maybe even like it. 

When she looked at Alexander, she didn’t want to kiss him. Yes, she knew he was aesthetically pleasing to look at. Anyone with eyes could see that his eyes were dreamy and his smile lit up any room he walked into, but her eyes had never lingered like they did with Clary. 

Because Clary was marvelous in every way that Lydia wasn’t. She didn’t care what others thought about her, of her status or her looks. Half the time, she walked around with charcoal dusting her cheeks and leftover paint underneath her fingernails. She had no money or stature of her own, but held herself with the confidence of a lady. She spoke too much and too loudly or not at all and never at the appropriate times. Lydia envied her. 

As Lydia watched her, her fingers twiddling in her lap and her teeth nipping at the lips Lydia couldn’t bear to look away from, she felt an overwhelming urge to kiss her. Every part of her body wanted to surge forward and push Clary into the bushes behind them, but she had waited for a moment like that for entirely too long to ruin it. She reached her delicate hand up and pushed a fallen strand of Clary’s hair off of her cheek and tucked it behind her ear. 

“Thank you,” Clary said softly. Lydia nodded and let a small giggle bubble past her lips when she glanced down at Clary’s face. She ran her thumb over the small speck of black that rested high on her cheekbone. She let the rest of her fingers rest against Clary’s jaw as her thumb brushed across her lips. 

“I dreamed about lips like yours,” Lydia thought out loud. She heard Clary’s intake of breath and her eyes darted upwards. When Lydia saw no hesitation or fear in Clary’s eyes, she inhaled slowly. She could smell the flowers surrounding them but nothing beat the scent of Clary. It overwhelmed Lydia and had her mind spinning in the greatest of ways. It was just enough to have her confidence soaring as she placed her lips on Clary’s. 

Lydia had witnessed a kiss or two in her lifetime. She had seen couples seal their marriages in a kiss and bid goodbye with a kiss, she had even seen her parents kiss each other goodnight when she was a child. But to feel a kiss was considerably different. And so considerably better. 

The first thing Lydia noted were how soft Clary’s lips were on hers. They seemed to move like silk against her own, the brush of her tongue causing a chill to creep down Lydia’s spine. Clary tasted like the freshest of strawberries picked directly from the patch and Lydia found herself craving more with every passing moment. The hand on Clary’s jaw wandered back to her hair, her fingers filtering through it until she had a solid grip on the back of Clary’s head. She squeezed her fingers tight and pulled Clary closer to her. She needed to feel Clary against her. 

Clary’s small gasps and pants were something Lydia had never expected, but wanted to hear more of. She let her unoccupied hand run down Clary’s neck and over her breasts that were pushed up by her too tight corset. Lydia had never hated the layers of clothing women were mandated to wear until that moment. Her hand glided down to Clary’s waist and looped around to her back. She wanted to pull Clary closed but from their sitting positions, she couldn’t. She let out a frustrated huff and pulled away from the kiss when a breathless giggle seeped through Clary’s lips. 

“You’re cute when you’re angry,” Clary commented as she tilted her head. Lydia watched closely as Clary bit down on her lip and felt her heartbeat skip at their wetness. It was her mouth on Clary’s that caused it and it was just too much. Lydia stood up quickly and took a few steps toward the mansion. When she realized Clary wasn’t following her, she stomped back and raised her eyebrows at the confused expression on Clary’s face.