So as a sort of brain release from Don't Double Date, I thought I'd relax with some mortal instruments gibberish.

Review, favourite, follow and enjoy!

-L

A cough, once, was enough to cause Clary to turn. Her hair spun out behind her, and for a brief moment it was a luscious red fan, spraying out from her head and catching in the bright sunlight that filtered through the leaves in central park

Jace caught his breath. He was sure that she had become even more beautiful since he last saw her, and when her face lit up at the sight of him, he almost melted on the spot. He'd been visiting Idris with the Lightwoods, and Clary had been unable to come, as she was helping Magnus redecorate, insistent that he mustn't use magic.

Evidence of her painting was splattered across her cheeks, neon green, pale blue and purple flecks blended with her freckles, causing her eyes to look even brighter. Unable to speak in fear of crying with joy, Jace merely held out his arms, into which she ran with a squeak.

"It's only been a week," he murmured into her hair jokingly, and in response she gripped him harder

"A week too long, she muttered, barely loud enough for him to hear. He chuckled softly, and stroked her bright hair.

"I love you," he whispered. "So much it hurts"

"Love you more," Clary giggled, and pulled back to look up at him, her face stretched into a wide grin.

He gasped sarcastically.

"Impossible!" he retorted, and reached for her, but she darted off, giggling loudly. She looked glorious, her hair shining like polished copper in the late summer sun, and Jace raced after her.

"Oh my, you're too fast for me," he gasped, sarcasm dripping from his voice as he propped himself against a tree and panted exaggeratedly. Clary stepped forward hesitantly, and Jace lunged for her, grabbing her round the waist and spinning her round so she was bent over his arms, screaming in delight. He tossed her over his shoulder, and she grabbed a fistful of his t-shirt.

"Jaaace." she whined, but was still giggling. He sat down at the base of a nearby tree, and Clary wiggled so she was sitting on his lap. She looked up at him lovingly, and ran her hand over his tousled hair and down his cheek until it reached his neck, where her nails-caked with paint-scratched at his collar bone gently. He shut his eyes, and she took the opportunity to admire him. He'd gained a musky tan whilst he was away, and his skin glowed and she leant forward and kissed the tip of his nose.

"I missed you," she whispered against his skin, and his mouth turned up at the corner in a grin that caused her heart to flutter.