Morning light woke Jace Wayland from his slumber. It was Sunday, why couldn't there be a sunless Sunday? Nobody wanted to wake on a Sunday anyway. Feeling his sudden agitation with the sun, he began to turn away from the sun in his bed, only to find that he was locked on place. Jace felt warmth against him and his eyes popped open. They flickered to the arm flopped carelessly over his chest. Freckles were emblazoned into the arm. His eyes traveled down to where a pale, slim- freckled leg was tightly wrapped around his waist. This leg was connected to the ever-wonderful Clary Fray. Jace smirked at the position but soon his smirk transformed into a loving smile as he noticed the angelic sleep-face Clary had. He swiped a red curl from her face. She purred softly and pressed her face into Jace's neck. He chuckled. This startled her awake.
"Wha-?" She asked in a sleepy tone.
"Comfortable?" Jace asked his smirk widening.
"Actually, yes." She yawned and nestled further into his neck.
"We're…. cuddling." Jace stated. Clary nodded into his neck.
"But we d-…" Clary cut Jace off, "Oh no you don't! Don't get me started on last Saturday." Jace froze and his eyes narrowed at Clary.
"You wouldn't!"
"Oh I would." It was Clary's turn to smirk.
"Well you seemed to enjoy it." He tried to turn back on her.
She laughed, "Not as much as you did."
Jace scoffed, "Now look who's full of themselves."
"Hey, you're the one who initiated it."
"Well when you choose to only wear one of my t-shirts and climb into my bed, what do you expect me to do?" Jace cocked an eyebrow.
"I actually expected you to do much more than you did." Clary sighed but looked at Jace with a devilish smile.
"You are your dirty mind Fray." He shook his head.
"Just admit it, you love cuddling."
*Six Days Earlier*
Clary Fray awoke early on a Saturday morning quite confused. A warm body was pressed tightly to her. Now, either a demon had captured her in the middle of the night and was now holding her captive or Jace Wayland was spooning her. It couldn't possibly be the ladder. Jace? Cuddling? Ha! She turned her head slightly to clear all suspicions. A beautiful angled face rested in between her neck and shoulder. His muscled arm clutched Clary against himself. His legs tangled with hers. Jace was spooning her. It wasn't as if they hadn't cuddled before. But Clary was almost always the one to initiate it. Jace just didn't. He didn't see the purpose in it. Clary had tried to explain to him that is was simply a comforting gesture. But this only made Jace ask more questions and it ended in frustration between both parties. But now, she could rub it in! Jace, Shadow-Hunter extraordinaire, was cuddling her. She laughed at the irony, the sudden sound woke Jace. He groaned and snuggled closer. His eyes snapped open in realization as to what he was doing. Jace would never hear the end of this.
"You are to tell no one of this." Jace whispered into Clary's red locks. Clary smiled deviously.
For the next week, the Lightwoods, Simon and Magnus didn't let Jace hear the end of it.