This is completely from Jace's POV on his first kiss with Clary!

Some of this is taken from the actual book however the thoughts are my inturprtation of it all!

I do not own any of these characters they are owned by the amazing Cassandra Clare! This is a multiple chapter thing. Sorry about the cliffhanger but ill add to it soon I promise!

Leaving the infirmary I knew how mad Hodge was at me for taking such a huge risk… but I had to do it…if I hadn't Clary would have gone on her own and she wouldn't have lived through it…and neither would have I. No, I have to stop thinking like that…it makes me weak. Oh but Clary, Clary, Clary…. Thinking of her brings a grin to his face.

Walking down the corridors of the institute he remembers that tomorrow is Clary's birthday. Damn he thinks its her birthday and her mom is gone…..possibly even…NO I wont even think it. It must be horrible spending your birthday away from home without the people you love and that love you….even tho I love her….No I must stop thinking like this! Jeez what is wrong with me? Shaking his head he trys to think of things other then the beautiful petite red head…the one that he finds himself looking forward to everyday for…the one that makes him madder then he ever thought possible… the one that breaks through his false front of cockiness….the one that…the one that….oh the ONE.

While thinking he finds himself making a b-line for her door. Well I have to do something for her.. For her birthday…..but what? Looking out one of the many windows he notices that the moon is in position that makes it close to 11pm. He runs as fast as he can towards the kitchen. I'll make a little picnic and take her up to the roof and show her the midnight flower.. That will be the perfect gift.. Plus it's the only thing I can think of. Once in the kitchen he quickly assembles some food and places it in a bag not being careful to make sure nothing gets squished.

Quickly yet quietly he makes his way back to Clary's door. Once there he pauses as he places his ear to the door… hearing nothing he fears she has fallen asleep.. He knocks lightly and gently on the door. Oh I hope she isn't asleep…..please let her be awake….oh the doorknob is turning. His heart begins to race as the anticipation of seeing her again shoots massive amounts of adrenaline throughout his entire system. He quickly places his hands behind his back to hide the bag of food he has prepared. As the door opens he sees her and his heart falters and picks up into a triple pace.

"Were you asleep?" he asks. "No" Clary said as she stepped out into the hall and closed the door behind her "why would you think that?" eyeing her petite frame in the very skimpy blue tank top and matching very short shorts "No reason" he says.

Wow but is she beautiful and yet she doesn't even know it… and in those shorts…WOW…..focus Jace…FOCUS…what is she saying?

"I've been in bed most of the day" she said. He notices shes a little jittery and this brings a devilish grin to his face. "What about you? Arent you exhausted?" she asks him. Shaking his head he says "Much like the postal service, demon hunters never sleep. Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of these stay these…." Shut up Jace he tells himself.

"You'd be in major trouble if gloom did stay you" she pointed out to him. Grinning he starts to think to notice she is clutching her arms to herself. Is she cold?…..Am I making her uncomfortable?…If she is in fact cold I could warm her if only I could reach out and wrap my arms tightly around her and presumably keep her there forever…Get ahold of yourself Jace! "What are you doing here, anyway?" Clary asked him. Damn I must be making her uncomfortable. "Here as in your bedroom or *here* as in the great spiritual question of our purpose here on this planet? If you're asking whether it's all just a cosmic coincidence or there's a greater meta-ethical purpose to life, well, that's a puzzler for the ages. I mean simple ontological reductionism is clearly a fallacious argument, but….." Jace stumbled on. "I'm going back to bed" Clary said.

Damnit Jace shut the fuck up…seriously….now you've gone and screwed it all up…why does she make me soooo uncomfortable yet I have never felt more like I'm at home then when I'm with her. Oh God…think quick Jace….think…think….shes opening the door! Quickly he slides in between her and the door making her *gasp* "I'm here" he said. "because Hodge reminded me that today is your birthday"

"Not until tomorrow" Clary said. "That's no reason to not start celebrating now" he said as he smiled at her. Wow…she looks suspicious….what did I say to make her suspicious? Eyeing him she says "you're avoiding Alec and Isabelle". *Click* the perfect excuse. Nodding he says "Both of them are trying to pick fights with me" "For the same reason?" she asks. "I couldn't tell" he says "Hodge too. Everyone wants to talk to me…..except you…I bet you don't want to talk to me." Thanks for reminding me Clary….God the shit I'm gonna have to put up with from them for the next few days if not the next few weeks…..No Jace focus this is about her birthday..wait why isn't she answering me yet?….

"No" Clary said. Wait what….No?…..she doesn't want to talk to me?….oh Clary how you crush even the strongest of hearts. "I want to eat I'm starving." she said. Ohhhh whew she is hungry…she didn't say no to talking to me. Bringing his hands around from behind his back he shows her the paper bag full of food he had prepared for them to share. He notices that throughout their conversation he had been twisting and crumpling the bag in his hands. Damn I destroyed the bag….jeez I really have to get a grip on myself….. Why does she make me soooooo…..soooooo… mundane..wait no ummm I'm no mundane…jeez I really have to get a control on myself around her. Wait she's looking for an explanation for the crumpled bag…..jeez Jace pay attention. "I sneaked some food from the kitchen when Isabelle wasn't looking."

To be continued…review me tell me how it is so far…its my first fanfic ever and if you like it I will continue!