Hey guys, so this is my very first Clace fanfic, hurray, finally got my head down and wrote it! I don't know if I should continue this, please let me know what you think. Thank you to those of you who have read this, also, I don't own any of these characters etc, they belong to Sassy Cassie, otherwise known as Cassandra Clare. Read and Review please guys, thanks so much.

-ClaryFrayMockingjay xx

I walked through the musty corridors of the Institute; silently admiring the oak finish doors that I passed, not stopping until I had reached the huge library.

The cold sun shone through the sleek glass windows revealing the dust that danced freely in the air. I thought for sure that I was the only one here; the others had surely been permitted to attend the official annual Clave meeting, unlike me, I thought bitterly.

I slipped off my dark hooded coat. My denim hot pants left most of my thigh bare and I was wearing a tank top that clung to the curves of my torso, revealing my beloved Runes. My fiery, long hair hung around my shoulders in unruly waves today, rather than curls.

The weather had changed dramatically, earlier this morning it had been fairly warm, now; however, there was a chill in the air.

I strode over to the newly installed fireplace and after a while of fiddling, I managed to get it on, rubbing my hands together, I let the heat warm me all over.

"You here alone, Fray?" I heard a silky voice say from behind me. I whipped my head around to see him. Him. The boy who haunted my dreams, my every waking thought. His soft golden locks, his embracing golden eyes, his chiselled jaw line, and his muscled body deliciously inked with Runes that just made him even more beautiful.

"Jace," I said "I didn't know you'd be here"

There was a thin layer of water on his body and his hair was dripping slightly, all he was wearing was a towel, tied loosely around his hips, leaving his torso and hipline completely bare. I forced myself not to stare.

"Where else would I be?" he asked with his characteristic smirk "I do live here"

"I don't know, I just assumed you'd be with Alec and Izzy at the annual Clave meeting" I replied "I guess I should have known they wouldn't let you go though" I added

His eyes flicked from my face, down my body and then rested on my own again. "It's a little cold out to be wearing that, don't you think?" He said gesturing to my uncharacteristically skimpy clothes and the fireplace behind me.

"It looks to me that you should be more worried about yourself than about me." I said pointedly

He seemed to only just realise how little he was wearing. He turned to leave the room without a backward glance.

I heard a noise downstairs and naturally, I went down to investigate. What I was expecting to find was Church being the useless cat he is, what I actually found however sent my senses reeling. Clary. She was wearing a painfully sexy little outfit and her beautiful copper hair cascaded around her face and spilled elegantly onto her shoulders. Those gorgeous green eyes stared at me, making me want to grab her and do unthinkable things to her flawless body.

I was back in my room; I'd had to leave, if I had stayed any longer then I wouldn't have been the only one half naked.

I changed into a fitted black t-shirt and grey sweat pants. Fighting gear.

By the time I entered the Training Room, she was already in a sweat, punching and kicking at several dummies, a thin layer of perspiration adding a sexy sheen to her skin.

She turned at my entrance, "Jace" she said, her eyes pleading. My heart quickened, I loved the way she said my name. She walked towards me, only stopping when we were less than a forearms length apart. "Will you train with me?" she asked her green eyes wide.

I hesitated "I don't know Fray, I don't want to hurt you" I said, it came out smugger than I'd meant it to.

Her face scrunched up in anger adorably "Oh yeah? We'll see who hurts who" she said and before I could make sense of what she'd said, she lunged at me. I narrowly dodged, my fighting instincts kicked in immediately, we sparred intensively, both on the defence, not wanting to really hurt one another. I was curious though, as to what she could do, so I tried my luck with offence, she responded to my blows with various fighting styles, we went on like that until our breathing began to get laboured. I lunged for her again; she ducked, grabbing my arm, which resulted in the two of us falling to the ground, her small body beneath mine. She groaned softly, sending my hormones into a frenzy.

I felt myself lose balance and latched onto Jace's arm for support; we both crashed to the floor, Jace's weight on top of me. I groaned from the slight disorientation I'd gained from hitting the floor and felt Jace's breathing hitch. He pushed himself up so that he was leaning on his elbows, his face was inches above mine. I looked into his eyes, what I saw shocked me right to the core. Desire, want, need and deeper than all of those, genuine care for me. I suddenly felt a need to be closer to him, to engulf myself in his warmth. The word escaped my lips before I had fully comprehended the thought. "Jace" I said, it was barely a whisper, but even I could hear the emotions it carried; the same emotions I could see in his eyes. Within a short second, I saw his face slacken as the realisation crept in and then, his mouth was attacking mine. His lips were soft, he licked my lower lip with his tongue, asking for entrance, I opened my mouth willingly, pushing my tongue against his. His hands were on the small of my back, he'd put them there in an attempt to break my fall. I ran my hands up his arms and let them settle in his hair, pushing his face closer to mine, making him deepen the kiss; surprising myself, I nipped at his lower lip, making him groan into my mouth. He pulled away and brought his face down to my jaw line, kissing and nipping his way to the sensitive spot behind my ear, I moaned quietly and felt him smile against my skin, "Clary" he moaned as he began kissing my collarbone and I tugged at his silky hair appreciatively. His mouth found the soft swell of my breasts, I sighed in pleasure when his teeth grazed my skin. Urged on by the small noises I was making, he began to suck at the swell of my breasts, sending a jolt of pleasure through my abdomen and in between my legs. Not fully understanding my effect on him and what I was doing, I ground my hips into his; eliciting deep groans from him. I spread my knees apart so that he could fit in between me, and continued grinding into him mercilessly, suddenly feeling his hardened manhood pressed between my thighs, over my cotton shorts.

"Clary" he moaned in between sucks, "Clary," suck "Don't," bite "Stop." Nibble.