A/N: Im writing this series to fill in for the lack of Jessa. It takes place during their honeymoon! Purely Jessa until the later chapters which will include Malec and other ships. I'm really excited for this project! I hope Jessa fans enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters. Cassandra clare owns everything except the plot.
Tessa frowned at the mud splattered on her shoes. A lock of her hair was whisked away from the others by a gust of wind and fell right above her mouth. She spluttered and kicked some grass to get the dirt off of her right shoe. She heard a laugh come from her right as someone approached. She glanced up to see Jem, looking windblown, with a grin plastered on his face and a picnic basket in his right hand. She scowled.
"Don't laugh at me, Carstairs. It was your idea to come here." She scolded. He put his hands up in mock defeat.
"No need to be harsh; besides, isn't it beautiful?" Jem said, setting down the basket. He pushed her scarf out of the way lightly to kiss her cheek and wrap his arms around her waist.
She had to admit he was right. The hills rolled on for what seemed like miles ahead of them. Though it was cloudy, the countryside was still brightly lit. Fields and meadows varied from different shades of green and gold, rippling like waves when the wind touched them. Tessa put her hands on top of his that were resting on her left hip. His head was resting on her shoulder gently as he stared off thoughtfully at the seemingly eternal length of the land.
"Why here?" Tessa inquired, though she guessed the answer.
Jem's dark hair brushed against her ear. She could feel his wedding ring, cold against his warm fingers.
"It reminds me of Will." He said truthfully. "I know we could have gone anywhere but I wanted to visit Wales first. It seemed right. It feels like I'm finally paying my respects after all my years as a Silent Brother. I never did get to mourn his passing properly." He fell quiet, his voice was desolate. Tessa, though it was long ago, was reminded of Will's final days. She looked across the hills, silently thanking Will for everything he'd done for her.
Jem drew away from her, taking her hands as if they were about to waltz. His eyes were crinkling with happiness, matching his smile.
"This trip is about us. This is a happy occasion! Will would smack me upside the head if he thought we were mourning on our honeymoon!" He moved back, keeping her at arms length before moving back in and spinning her. Tessa laughed, silently agreeing. Too much of her life was spent in grief. She had Jem at her side and that was all that mattered.
Jem held her hand like it was fragile porcelain. He always treated her as such. Like something so perfect that it couldn't possibly be real. Something he had to be careful not to break.
She grabbed his hands firmly, stopping their dance for a moment. His expression changed to one of confusion before she reached up, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. He staggered back a step, but returned the kiss just as forcefully with his hands on her lower back. She was strong, she wasn't going to shatter. With every kiss he seemed to understand a bit more. Their kisses lingered, even as she met his dark eyes with her's.
"I love you." She whispered, speaking to him and only him, afraid that if she spoke louder the hills might hear it too.
"And I, you, my darling Tessa." Jem replied, bringing his hand around to affectionately touch the jade pendant at her throat.
Tessa kissed him one last time and pulled away, saying, "I'd rather not go back to the motel just yet. We still have much to explore."
Jem's eyes were shone with delight.
"Wales awaits us." He agreed.
A ray of sunlight peaked through the clouds, illuminating one of the far away fields in glittering sunlight.
"It seems heaven itself has picked a perfect place for our romantic picnic." Jem says pointing to the meadow haloed in glowing daylight.
"Well, come on then!" Tessa pestered, making a summoning gesture with her hands. She laughed as she walked towards it, down the spiraling path. Jem picked up the picnic basket and followed her down the path. Her crimson scarf was the only bright color to be seen for miles.
Tessa kept pointing out the scenery but his eyes never left her. They were drinking in her appearance at every opportunity. Her hair was up in a messy ponytail with small strands falling in her eyes. She had on a sweater and dark skinny jeans. She was more beautiful than the white wild flowers or shimmering sunlight.
After centuries of waiting, they were finally together.
A/N: please review! More chapters to come!