Disclaimer: I don't own the Mortal Instruments characters, the beautiful Cassandra Clare does.

Let's go shopping

'But I look sexy in black…" Jace whined. Jace and I were sat in a McAlister's, holding hands across the table. I, as a concerned loving girlfriend, was trying to tell him that he needed more colors in his closet than black. "Well I guess I look sexy in anything, but black looks the best." Jace grinned at me.

I squeezed his hands, "Jace, I know but you need more color."

Jace let go of my hands, crossing his arms across his chest, "Shadowhunters work at night, Clary. I cannot be running around in a new white polo in the middle of the night trying to catch a demon." He mumbled.

"You can still wear black at night; I am more talking about in the daytime." I shrugged.

"I am not wearing all black today." Jace replied, motioning to his outfit. He was right, I thought, Jace was wearing a grey blank shirt with black jeans and a black leather jacket. I rolled my eyes.

"Grey is a mixture between white and black," I told him, "Therefore you are wearing all black."

"I thought you loved me because of my looks not because of what I wear." Jace looked out the window, moodily.

"Jace," I smiled at his grumping face, "I didn't fall in love with you because of your looks."

Jace looked back at me smiling brightly, "But do you admit that I am stunningly attractive?"

I laughed once rolling my eyes again, "Yes, Jace, you are stunningly attractive… but you still need more colors in your outfits."

Jace sighed and was about to say something, but the waiter came by and handed us our food, smiling at me before he walked away. I hope Jace didn't see that, I thought, but when Jace grabbed my hand again, I could tell he did.

"The nerve of that guy…" Jace whispered, squeezing my hand in his.

What about all those girls on the train, the girl at the Italian restaurant, and all the girls after that? I wanted to say, but I kept silent drinking some of my water.

We ate our soup quietly; we didn't talk again until we were both done still sitting at the booth.

"Are you mad at me?" Jace asked suddenly, I looked up alarmed.

"What?"

"You aren't talking, but I could tell you were thinking because you always narrow your eyes slightly when you think," Jace observed, "And as adorable as that is, I couldn't help but think that you are mad at me. Is it because of this whole black outfit problem?"

"You noticed that about me?" I asked blushing slightly.

"I notice everything about you, Clary." Jace shrugged, looking into my green eyes with his golden ones. "Are you mad at me? Please tell me what I did."

"Jace," I smiled, "I am not mad at you."

Jace smiled a smile only I got to see, "Are you sure?" He asked, leaning across the table.

"Yes." I started to lean over as well, but the waiter came back. The man didn't say anything; he simply placed a note on the table, pushing it so it was under my fingers in my free hand. The man then winked flirtatiously before walking back through the 'Employees only' room. Jace and I were about an inch away from each other.

Jace took the note out from under my fingers, opened it up, and glared at the door the waiter had gone through. "I'll be right back." He started to get up from the table.

"Don't." I whispered, reaching over the table and placing one hand on his chest.

Jace looked back at me incredulously, "Clary-"He started.

"Jace, don't… please." I whispered desperately not wanting him to hurt the waiter.

He leaned back in his chair, giving up, and crossing his arms over his chest with a defeated sigh. He was staring out the window angrily.

"Jace, did that hurt your ego." I tried to joke with him. Jace looked back at me looking hurt.

"Clary," He gasped amazed, "You think that is all I care about?"

I was too stunned to reply; partly because the sun had hit his face just right and he was practically glowing and partly because I thought he was about to be loving and polite.

"Clary," Jace whispered again when I didn't reply, "I love you." He grabbed my hands and squeezed them tight, "That man gave you his phone number… I am so close to going in there and killing him but that son of a bitch is lucky that you are here to stop me." He looked towards the door again; his jaw clenching.

I got up, never letting go of his hands, and came to sit beside him in the booth. I let go of one of his hands and cupped his face gently. "I love you too." I whispered, stroking his face.

Jace sighed leaning into my touch, "I am so happy that you are here… that you are you." I smiled and was about to reply when Jace opened up his eyes and leaned forward, capturing my lips with his.

We kissed slowly… gently… loving, Jace let go of my hand and encircled my waist his other hand came to rest behind my neck, to prevent me from leaving… not that I ever really would. My hand that wasn't still cupping his cheek went up to tangle itself in his soft golden hair.

"Jace…" I whispered, parting my lips from his. Jace's lips didn't leave my skin, he simply moved them to kiss and suck on my neck.

"I love you." Jace replied into my neck. "I would do anything for you, Clary. Anything." He kissed his way back up to my lips, taking them again. I don't know how long we kissed, trapped in a loving embrace.

Later rather than sooner, I pulled back grinning mischievously.

"What?" Jace asked, smiling as well.

"Shopping." I whispered.

Jace groaned, "Why?" He whined.

"You just said, 'I would do anything for you, Clary.'" I replied easily.

"And?" Jace asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Shopping is anything." I pointed out.

Jace looked down at his clothes and then back at me, "Why do you do this to me?" He whispered, staring back up at me.

I leaned forward, kissing the sides of his mouth, "Because I love you and I want you to look more attractive."

Jace was smirking when I pulled back to look at him, "Well when you put it that way…" He whispered pulling out his wallet and placing some money on the table. "Let's go shopping."

I grinned leaning forward to kiss him lightly on the mouth, "Let's go shopping." I grabbed his hand, pulling him up, grabbing the note, and walked towards the door; ripping up the note and throwing it in the trash can as we walked out the door.

A/N: Thanks for reading!