Clary stood in the shower, letting the warm water droplets cover her body, sending ripples of warm sensation through her with each touch. She tilted her head back and squoze her eyes shut, running her hands through her red fiery curls, rinsing out the conditioner. She rung all of the water from her hair before stepping out onto the ice-cold marble floor of her bathroom and grabbing a towel from the towel rack, wrapping it around her tightly. She stepped through the door, into her bedroom and rapidly made her way across the cold wooden floor towards the mahogany drawers. She pulled open the top drawer and took out black cotton underwear and a matching plain black bra. As she stepped into the underwear, a knock came at the front-door. Her mom and Luke were away on a business trip to Idris, Luke being a big part of the council as one of the representers of the Werewolves, so she was home alone for a few days. Clary quickly slid on her bra, hooking it in the back and grabbed her fluffy cream coloured dressing gown, slipping into it and tying it around her waist tightly. She hurried out of her room and towards the front door, fumbling with the keys until she found the right one. She finally found it and shoved it into the lock, twisting it until the door clicked open. She opened it slightly and peered through. On her front porch stood Jace, his bold features outlined by the sun shining brightly behind him. His golden hair shone lightly, his bright, golden eyes wide and focused on her. Clary opened the door wider and stepped aside, gesturing for Jace to come in. He stepped inside and Clary closed the door behind him.

She turned to face him, a slight smile playing across her mouth. "I was just getting ready."

He took a step forward. "I can wait. Where's your mom and Luke?"

"They got called to Idris early this morning, they'll be away for a few days."

"Does this mean you can finally stay over at the Institute?"

Clary shrugged. "I don't want to risk it."

"I don't want to leave you in your house alone."

"Jace, I'll be fine."

"No, I won't let you stay here alone. I won't know whether you're safe or not."

Clary punched him lightly in his arm jokingly. "You're so frustrating."

He cocked an eyebrow. "So you'll stay at the Institute?"

Clary sighed deeply. "Fine."

He smiled cheekily at her as he stepped forward and cupped her face, crashing his lips with hers. She tugged on his bottom lip with her teeth, causing him to make a low moaning sound in his throat. His hands slid down past her shoulders, over her back and rested at the small of her back, pressing them both together. They both pulled away, breathless.

Clary went onto her tiptoes and stretched up to kiss him on the cheek lightly. "I need to get ready for training."

He took hold of a strand of her curly red hair, a grin spreading across his face. "Clarissa, have you had a shower?"

She nodded, confused.

He hooked a finger over the collar of the dressing gown and peered inside. "Clarissa Fray, are you in your underwear under there?" He said, still grinning.

Clary smacked his hand that was hooked onto her dressing gown so it dropped to his side. She smiled up at him. "Now now, Jace Lightwood, behave."

He winked at her as she walked off to her bedroom to get dressed. She returned wearing some ugly navy-blue jogging pants, a baggy white cotton crop top, her black bra showing through it slightly and some dark blue converse. She had a loose, dark navy-blue cotton jacket on over it, unzipped. Jace was leaned back in a chair at the small dining room table, his feet perched on the table. At the sight of Clary, he dropped his feet and stood up, lips parted slightly.

"I know, I know, I look disgusting. But I highly doubt it that I'd be comfortable in some jeans whilst training." She was now stood in front of him, staring up into his golden eyes. He wrapped his arms around Clary, his warm hands sliding across the bare skin of her waist. He pulled her towards him, so they pressed together perfectly.

"I don't think you look disgusting, you always look beautiful to me," He whispered.

"I find that hard to believe."

"And this look is kinda sexy."

She brushed her lips across his lightly. "Stop getting distracted, come on, lets go to training."

He nodded eagerly and took her hands in his, leading her out of the front door.