Directly following the fireworks in Idris. Jace and Clary mostly fluff story, also some action.

As Clary slipped her hand into Jace's as the crowd began to disperse. Jace leaned in to Clary's ear and whispered, "Are you coming to the Penhallow's with me?"

She slid her arms around his waist and looked up to his eyes, beautiful golden eyes, "Jace, you know I should go back to Amatis' but..." she glanced back at Luke and her mother, "then again I think they may be preoccupied tonight."

Jace leaned in pressed his lips gently to hers and drew back, "Great, let's go." He pulled her towards the Penhallow's and they walked slowly hand in hand. From the moment she found out they were not brother and sister all she wanted to do was hold his hand in the street and show everyone he was hers. They reached the Penhallow's door and hesitated before following Jace inside. They walked up to his bedroom and when they reached his door she stopped.

"Clary..." Jace began, "we don't have to do anything, that's not what this is about for me, I just want to hold you." He smiled and pulled her in close and slid in his room.

She smiled and hugged him tight, "I never want to lose you again."

He kissed her fiery red hair and pulled her towards the bed. "I can't sleep in this Jace," she said pointing down at her dress. He walked over to his suitcase and pulled out a t-shirt and handed it to her.

She glanced up at him and grabbed the front of his shirt, "I want this one." She grinned and slid her hands under the hem of his shirt and began to lift it up. He lifted the shirt above his head and handed it to her. Clary walked over to the bathroom and shut the down behind her. She slid out of the dress she found in Amatis' trunk and into Jace's t-shirt. It smelt just like him. If she could wear his t-shirts forever she would. She opened the bathroom door and saw Jace standing by the window in lounge pants and no shirt.

She slid her hands around his waist from the back and kissed up his back until he turned around to face her and his lips met hers. He slipped one hand under her legs and carried her carefully to the bed making sure that their lips never parted. Their lips parted and she smiled. She slipped under the sheet and he laid down next to her. She set her head on his chest and drifted off to sleep.

He stared at her in his arms for what seems like seconds until he saw the sunlight entering through the window. He kissed her head ever so lightly that he did not wake her and then he closed his eyed with Clary in his arms.

Clary awoke before Jace not long after he had finally fallen asleep. She pulled the sheet up around her shoulders and sat up and looked at him. His perfect cheek bones and perfect jaw line. The golden curls shaping around his face. She smiled to herself and stood at the edge of the bed. Turned around and headed for the bathroom. She clicked the door shut quietly behind her. Clary stripped of her undergarments and Jace's t-shirt that smelt more like her than him now. She turned the knobs and stepped into the shower.

"Clary!" she heard Jace almost shout. "Clary!" he shouted again. Reluctantly she stepped out of the shower and back into his t-shirt and opened the bathroom door to see him pacing back and fourth around his room.

"I'm right here," she said stepping out of the bathroom left he wet curls soak his t-shirt. He wrapped his arms around her so fast she didn't even realize what was going on until she was in his embrace. "Jace, nothing happened. I had a shower, that's it. That's all. There is nothing after either of us anymore, you don't have to be so worried," she exclaimed realizing she would have done the same thing he just did.

He dropped his gaze down to hers and smiled, "That's right, there's nothing after us anymore."

They did not break their gaze until Isabelle burst in and screamed, "Jace! They can't find Clary-" she stopped her sentence right there when she realized Clary was with Jace the whole time. She turned and stuck her head out the door and yelled, "It's okay Jocelyn! She spent the night with Jace!"

Clary heard footsteps stomping loudly up the stairs. Jocelyn burst past Isabelle and Clary stepped away from Jace. What was her mother going to say? She was standing in Jace's room with his t-shirt on after spending the night. She grinned guiltily at her mother.

"CLARISSA FRAY! YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO RUN OFF WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND FOR THE NIGHT WITHOUT TELLING ANYONE AFTER EVERYTHING THAT HAS HAPPENED!" her mother yelled.

"Mom, calm down, I'm fine. I know I should have told you where I was but I thought you would figure it out, sorry" Clary said sliding her hand into Jace's.

"Okay, okay." Jocelyn said calming down. "I was just worried. Anyways, we leave to head back to New York tomorrow and you will be staying with Luke and I at the bookstore."

"Mom, I've been meaning to talk to you about that," Clary looked to the floor and continued, "I would like to stay at the Institute so I can train."

Her mother looked from Jace to Clary and back to Jace. "Fine," she said to Clary but still looking Jace in the eyes. "but, you have a room far away from Jace and I will pick it."

Maryse stepped into the room and cleared her throat, "Actually, we will be having some extra guests at the Institute for a while and the only room we have left is the one next to Jace's, and well they share the bathroom in between."

Clary tried to keep her face neutral as Maryse explained to Jocelyn there will be no funny business and nothing will happen. Jace saw through her poker face and squeezed her hand and she squeezed back. Jace leaned in, "You know, I'm not the only one who can see through that perfect child role you're trying to play right now." Clary glanced up at him as her cheeks went crimson.

Clary broke into the conversation between Maryse and Jocelyn and said, "Well, I think you two can sort this out yourselves. Jace and I are going to grab some breakfast."

Jocelyn spoke before Maryse could object, "Clary, your in a t-shirt."

Clary simply suggested to go to Isabelle's room and get some clothing until she could return to Amatis'. Jace then quickly grabbed a t-shirt from his suitcase and followed Clary out of the room.

Clary knocked on Isabelle's door, waiting for her to open it. She wasn't exactly comfortable standing in the hall in a t-shirt for all the Penhallow's guests to see. Jace could sense her self-consciousness about showing off so much. He leaned against the wall next to Izzy's door.

"You know, you could just walk right down the street like that," he said with a grin implying he didn't mind her wear only a t-shirt. "Then again," he continued, "those legs are mine and I'm not sure I'm willing to share."

Clary smiled and grabbed the front of his t-shirt and pulled him in and kissed him. She pulled away when she heard Isabelle open her door and clear her throat. "Get a room," she said with a giggle.

"Isabelle, do you think I could borrow some jeans and a sweater?"

She smiled and grabbed Clary by the hand pulling her into the room and closing the door before Jace could enter so he leaned back up against the wall next to her door. Inside the room Izzy was tearing her room apart looking for something for Clary to wear but Clary was already picking up some jeans from the floor and slid them. Izzy turned around, "Clary! What are you doing?"

Clary continued to tie her tenis shoes, "What?" she exclaimed. "They're jeans Izzy, I'm going to breakfast not the red carpet."

Izzy signed and gave up, "Fine, pick whatever you want and look like plain Jane, I don't care!"

Clary smiled as she picked up a fitted long sleeve cotton shirt from the floor, "Great! I'm off."

Clary exited the room, grabbed Jace's hand, and pulled him towards the door. They made their way off the Penhallow property and towards the small town café. Jace stopped walking and pulled Clary into the dark alley in between buildings. He pushed her up against the brick wall and crashed his lips to hers. She let out a small squeal before Jace broke away. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He smiled, "I really need to thank Izzy for dressing you in those jeans."

Clary smiled and pressed her lips once again to Jace's. She pulled away and insisted they continue their way to the café. Jace reluctantly took her inside the café and led her towards the counter. He stood behind her and slipped his hands into the pockets of her jeans. She covered up her small squeal by clearing her throat. He chuckled. After getting some food they sat down at a booth in the corner.

Jace slid his hand across the table and took Clary's hand in his. "Jace, are you okay with having a room next to mine? I mean sharing a bathroom and all." I mean she was comfortable and with sharing a bathroom. I am certainly comfortable having easy access to his room.

"Clary, I could not be happier with being so close to you. I have no problems with this if you don't?"

Clary squeezed Jace's hand and she nodded, "It'll be great," she said with a grin.

They finished their meals and headed towards Amatis'. Once there, she quickly grabbed her own clothes and headed towards the bathroom but Jace caught her arm. Her spun her around to face him. "Can you do me a big favor?" He gave a cocky grin.

"What can I do for you Jace?" She asked melting in his arms. He whispered in her ear to keep Isabelle's clothes on because they made her ass look good. She felt the blood rush to her cheeks. She dropped the clothing in her hand to the floor and then slipped her arms around his neck. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"We're alone, right?" Jace asked.

Clary nodded her head and Jace slammed her back up against the wall. It was unusual for him to be so rough with Clary but he just lost control and she didn't mind. He crushed his lips against her's and she gripped the back of his t-shirt.

"Clary," he began, " if you don't stop me soon I'm not going to be able to at all."

"Jace, it's okay. I want to." She smiled at him.

"Clary, are you sure?" He said looking her right in the eyes. She nodded. She crushed her lips to his and her hands finding the hem of his t-shirt and began sliding her hands all over his chest and back.

He let out a low growl and led them both to the bed where they had slept side by side just nights before. He laid her down as gently as her could and then only when absolutely necessary broke their kiss and threw his shirt across the room. She took all her strength and rolled over so she was straddling him.

She started at his lips and slowly moved from his neck and down his chest. She arrived at his belt buckle and then she began to slid it open and she popped the button at the top of his jeans and before she got to the zipper she was flipped onto her back and him hovering over her. "Clary," he continued, "if you do not stop right now we're going to end up in one big mess because I don't have anything."

She smiled up at him and giggled. "Babe, I figured that much, don't worry. I've been on the pill since Simon and I got together."

He rolled off of her and sighed, "Clary, you totally ruined that entire moment by talking about you being on the pill because you thought you were going to do it with Simon."

"I did not! We were no where near sex, I did it as a precaution!" she almost shouted at him.

"Well that makes it so much better!" he said with anger slipping into his voice.

Clary sat up, "Babe, don't be like that. I love you, and that's all that matters." She kissed the tip of his nose and went to the bathroom to change.

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