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The inside of Clary's eyes burned scarlet as a ray of light tickled her face. Unable to fake sleep any longer, she prised her eyes open. Her vision was blotted out by a large dark shape; as her eyes became accustomed to the light, she focused on Jace's head, leaning over her own. She reached a arm up lazily, pulling him down on top of her. "Morning" he chuckled, in between kisses. It was good to be able to kiss freely, without looking over their shoulder to see if anyone was watching, to go to sleep together, to wake up together, to drift through the weeks in each others company. Clary had moved in with Jace to a small apartment near the institute; not that they didn't like living with the Lightwoods, but they liked the privicy of having their own place.
He drew away reluctantly, dusty light illuminating his hair like a halo. Clary groaned and rolled out of bed. Her head cleared as she inspected the contents of her wardrobe. "Jace" she began in a menacing tone.
"Yep?" he turned to smile at her angelically.
"I thought I asked you to put on a wash." Her eyes narrowed.
Jace waved a hand around airily "I'm getting round to it, I've just been a bit busy".
"I asked you last week, a whole seven days ago!" Clary's voice steadily rose as she gestured at her pitifully empty wardrobe.
"Ah…"Jace had the good manners to look faintly abashed "well, you see…"
Clary shook her head "I've got nothing to wear now" she looked reproachfully at Jace.
Jace threw a black shirt at her "just wear this and I guess we'll have to stay in today and do the washing" he smirked, looking supremely unconcerned that Clary was glaring daggers at him.
She quickly changed in the bathroom, and glanced in the mirror. The black oversized shirt made her fiery hair stand out, the copper curls tumbling over her shoulders like a burning waterfall contrasting with the monochrome shirt, however, it barley reached the top of her thighs, leaving her feeling like she had walked out the house forgetting her jeans. Tugging it down self-consciously she went back to the bedroom. Jace's golden eyes took in her appearance. "I like my clothes on you" he smirked, the corners of his mouth curling up. Clary glared for a second, then burst out laughing. She staggered over to Jace and fell in to his arms.
"I look ridiculous" she grinned up at him.
"No. you don't, you look beautiful, you always look beautiful" Jace said, resting his head on Clary's head.
The harsh ring of the phone cut through the peaceful moment like a knife through butter. Jace stiffened, still holding onto Clary. "You should probibly answer that Jace..." Clary sighed regretfully. Planting a light kiss on Clary's head Jace released her and smoothly picked up the telephone.
"Hello?" Jace said.
"Jace thank God you picked up, there's been a problem at the institute..." Isabelle's voice crackled from bad signal, but the barley concealed panic was still clear underlying her calm voice.