"Don't call me Jonathan" Jace said angrily, shoving Clary against the door of her room roughly, trapping her between the wood and his body.

Clary could feel the heat radiating from his skin and the mood in the hallway shifted. Jace's golden eyes turned dark and his grip on Clary changed in intent, and intensity.

She lifted her chin defiantly, daring him. What she was daring him to do she wasn't sure, but apparently that was enough to set Jace into motion. Before she could blink, his lips were on hers. He kissed her hungrily, as if he would devour her, and she returned the kiss in kind. Somewhere in Clary's lust-addled mind, she knew that Jace was reacting to be reminded of his demon-self, and that he would regret this later. For now, though, Clary gave in to the urgency, not caring.

Clary reached a hand behind her and opened the door to her bedroom. She and Jace nearly fell into the small room, as their kissing had not decreased in its fervor. She heard the door being kicked closed behind them. Once inside, Jace maneuvered them to her bed and suddenly she was beneath him, reveling in the weight of his body on hers. Hands roamed - hers and his - mostly randomly, trying to feel as much as skin as possible as quickly as they could. She felt his hands everywhere at once, and the heat of them caused her body to quake. His lips moved from her mouth to her neck and the new sensations were enough to cause Clary to moan loudly in his ear, her back arching.

The noise must have been enough to bring Jace back to himself, because as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. He raised himself off of her body and was resting on his hands, hovering above her. She felt an immediate chill, only partially because of the loss of his warmth. Slowly, Clary raised her eyes to look at him. His eyes had returned to their normal gold and his breathing became more regular. He didn't move, but simply stared at her, an expression on his face that she couldn't read.

Clary reached up to brush his cheek with the back of her hand, and Jace turned his head quickly away from her touch. Jerking himself off the bed, he went to stand at the door, back to Clary. She silently watched the rise and fall of his shoulders as he breathed. She was too scared to say anything. Not scared of him, but scared of the conversation that would follow. Even though she knew that this "incident" had been caused by her deliberately baiting him, it would do no good to tell him that. How many times had they discussed their...complicated relationship? Too many, and it never resolved anything. He would always blame Valentine for his lust toward her, his sister, and he would always ignore that she had the same feelings for him.

As painful as it was to see him hate himself, it hurt more to hear him say it. To hear him say that he was innately evil for reacting to her this way. To hear the crack in his voice as he swore to her again that he would control himself, be brotherly. To see the defeat in his eyes as he felt the weight of the perceived failure was excruciating. No, it was better for both of them if she just stayed silent.

After a few moments, Jace opened the door and slipped back out into the hallway. Clary climbed out of her bed, and straightened her clothes. A quick look in the mirror revealed that the flush in her face was fading, and her lips looked less bruised and swolen than they felt. Then, she too exited the room and stepped out into the hallway.