Clarissa Fray, after five weeks of waiting, had her life back. It came in a blond egotistic package, also known as Jace Herondale. Clary shakes her head, and with a huge grin she opens the door to Jace's room. As soon as she opens the door she regrets it. "Uh Jace? What… what are you doing?"
"Waiting for you of course." He answers in a sexy voice. Clary turned her gaze away, a dark red blush creeping onto her face. "Please put some clothes on Jace."
She heard a rustle and then his response, "But why? I thought you… would enjoy looking at my angel like body when you returned from a stressful day of demon hunting."
Clary looks back at him, he's standing now. Her eyes waver as she keeps her eyes trained on his face and not elsewhere. She blushes an even deeper scarlet, "BY THE ANGEL JACE, PUT ON SOME CLOTHES!"
Jace looks startled, "Doesn't my body appeal to you as it does to me?"
"Uh, I guess, but… Shut up! Go put on some clothes."
Jace rolls his eyes and groans, "But I don't wannnaaaaa." He whines, "It's comfortable."
Clary face palms, "Jace put some clothes on if anyone walks in you're going to scar them for life."
Jace poses, "Scar them? I think I heard you wrong, I think you meant to say honor them with my glorious body, let them come!" He winks.
As if on cue Alec enters the room, he's staring down at a book, "Hey Jace have you seen my st-" He looks up and freezes in place.
Alec spins around and starts sputtering apologies, Clary throws her arms in the air and says, "I'm done. The apocalypse is starting, pigs are learning how to fly, and I think I just became a monkey's aunt."
Jace grins, "I'd think we'd have lovely offspring, even if they are of a different species." Clary face palms yet again. "I think I should put some clothes on now?" Jace says
"No shit Sherlock. Congrats you passed the third grade." Clary mutters darkly.
Isabelle comes into the room, "Jace can I-", Isabelle pales incredibly. "Ahh, uh, eh, meh…" She spins on her heel and runs.
"Well that went splendid, anyone else care to walk in and-" Clary breaks off as Isabelle runs back, dodges around Clary, grips her brother's arm, and hurries out of the room, Alec still sputtering apologies. There is a silence, then Jace breaks out into full out humorous laughter.
The End!
Hahah I hope you all enjoyed this! R&R please!
I can't say that I wrote this by myself cx I had a little help from my friend Hannah x)
Most of the Jace lines are from her, she inspired me to write this, she introduced me to Nostalia Critic, and well some how I was inspired to create this work of art cx
Thank you Hannah, and here you go here's your credit cx
Also: Disclamer, The Mortal Instruments is written by Cassandra Clare not me! cx