SET AFTER CITY OF GLASS!!!! Yay! My first fan fiction for TMI!!!!!! W00t!!!!

Clary was exhausted. She had just got done training with Robert Lightwood. Today they were focusing on using Seraph blades the proper way. Robert said Clary did an exceptional job, and should go to her room to get some rest, for tomorrow was on learning how to throw daggers. Just peachy. Clary thought. She rounded the hall from the weapons room of the Institute, going towards her room. It was a couple doors down from Jace's, as expected. They were so close, now. Every minute Clary wasn't training or in the bathroom, she was with Jace. No, that did not include sleeping. Sometimes Jace would sneak into her room and stay the night with her, but it never got farther than a make out session. Jace couldn't say he was happy about it, but he wasn't going to pressure her or anything.

Clary stepped into her room, turning the shower on immediately so the water could warm up. She shed her clothes and stepped in, washing all the sweat and hard work of today down the drain. When she was done, she wrapped in a towel and stepped out, quickly grabbing another towel for her hair. When she came back into her room holding her towel against her with one hand, and the towel on her head with another, she was gasped when she saw that Jace was sitting on her bed cross-legged, flipping through her sketch book. She had allowed him permission to look through it, considering he couldn't understand most of the drawings anyway.

He looked up when she came out and smirked. Clary rolled her eyes and took the towel away from her hair, throwing it on the bed, so she could hold the towel around her body better.

"What are you doing in here?" She asked Jace.

"Do I have to have a reason for everything I do?"

"Do you always have to answer a question with a question?"

"Why are you accusing me of doing it, when you just did?"

"Okay, Jace stop!" She said, laughing. He grinned. "What did you really need? I'm exhausted."

He shook his head. "Nothing. I just wanted to be with you."

"Okay, well you can you be with me after I get dressed?" Clary asked.

"I thought it was the other way around..." Jace said, lifting one eyebrow. Clary hit his arm and said she's be ready in a minute.

"60...50...58...." he counted. Clary shook her head as she slipped into her pajamas, and a warm pair of socks.

"30...29..." She opened the door, fake glaring at Jace.

"What? You said a minute." He responded, grabbing her waist, picking her up. She didn't struggle. Jace had done this many times now. Carrying her was a hobby for him. He sat her down on the bed next to him, but kept his arms wrapped around her. He started playing with her fingers, another habit of their relationship.

Soon after that, Jace was softly kissing her ears, making her shiver. His kisses trailed down to her shoulders and neck. Clary closed her eyes and melted into the pleasure of Jace's mouth. Eventually she'd had enough. She needed to taste him, see his face. She turned around on the bed facing him. Her legs his thighs, around his waist. Her lips attacked his. She was lost in how good it felt, to be able to have this with Jace and without it being frowned upon. With the way Jace made her feel, even if they were brother and sister, Clary didn't think she would have been to last much longer without him. Clary somewhat came back to reality to realize that she was on her back on the bed with Jace hovering over her, still kissing. Her hands explored his chest, shoulders, back, while his worked her stomach and waist. Jace gasped slightly as Clary bit his lip.

Then there was a knock on the door.

Jace growled loudly and called,

"Who the hell is it?"

"It's Maryse, telling you two to go to bed!" Mrs. Lightwood called back.

"Oh. Sorry!"

"Bed. Now." She said, then you could hear her footsteps slowly retreating. Jace bent down to begin kissing Clary again, but she turned her head and said,

"You heard her. Bedtime." Jace groaned.

"But I'm not sleepy," He whined. Clary giggled.

"Well I'm about to pass out from exhaustion. Let's go to bed."

"Come on! That was ten minutes shorter than earlier!" he said referring to their make out sessions. He liked to think of them like a game, beating the record every time.

"We had more time earlier, and I wasn't as tired as I am now."

"I could draw you a energy rune...." He suggested. Clary wasn't fazed.

"No. Now you either lay down and sleep or go in your own room."

Jace sighed and gave in. Even though they weren't kissing, spending any kind of time with Clary gave him satisfaction. He got up and quickly flicked off the lights in the room, climbing in next to Clary. He kissed her temple and whispered, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Jace."

"I love you."

"I love you more." She said with a smirk, curling up closer to him for warmth.

"I find it hard to believe that."

"Oh?"

"Yes."

"And why's that?"

"Because obviously I love you more."

"Well I asked the Angel himself to bring you back from death, which I clearly think is reason enough to prove that I love you more."

Jace had no answer to that. That was one of the things about Clary. He --who always knew what to say, never outspoken-- was speechless to some of the things Clary would say.

"Fine you win. For now." Clary giggled (she'd been doing that a lot) and sighed, letting the feeling of Jace rubbing her back, carry her to sleep.

MORNING

Clary woke up before Jace did. He must have stayed up all night long staring at me again, Clary thought. She rubbed his arm before gently trying to move it from around her waist. Key word: Trying. She lifted his arm with all of her strength, only to have it slam right down on her taking her breath away. That's definitely gonna bruise...

She took her hand, lightly patting Jace's face, attempting to wake her up so she be free. But Jace must have really been out of it because he didn't budge. She moved her hand to his shoulder, shaking him. Still nothing. Then she decided that since her punches had gotten stronger, one little one wouldn't hurt.

His arm flinched and he groaned. She starting tapping his face again, trying to get him all the way up. Eventually it worked. Too bad Jace was cranky when he woke up.

"What, Clary?" he snapped.

"Can you move your arm so I can get up? Thank you." As she stood up, fixing her clothes, Jace rolled back over on his stomach, groaning. Clary chuckled and walked into the hall, heading for the kitchen where she knew everyone would be.

Sure enough, Alec and Isabelle were sitting at the table with Robert and Maryse. Clary couldn't help but think that one of them was missing. And no, it wasn't Jace. It was Max. The poor thing only wanted to be paid attention to. Then out of no where he was dead. A lot of them had had regrets about how they'd treated him that day, but it was best to try to move on and remember happy things about him. Like for Clary, how he loved Naruto, and the many books he'd read already.

Clary greeted everyone as she walked in, taking a seat next to Alec.

"Where's Jace?" He asked, through a mouthful of pancakes.

"Sleeping. Didn't feel like getting up yet." she answered.

"That boy sure can sleep when he feels like it." Isabelle said.

"He does anything when he feels like it," Clary responded, then out of nowhere, Magnus came through the kitchen doors.

"Morning everyone!" He said, dressed in lime green leather pants, a sequinned shirt, and shoes.

Alec shot out of his chair and ran over to the warlock, wrapping his arms around him, kissing him right then and there. It still amazed Clary how careless he was now. Maryse grinned slightly, but Robert looked down at his plate.

"Maggie! What are you doing here?" Alec asked Magnus.

"Darling, I told you never to call me that in mixed company." Magnus hissed.

I smiled and said,

"Hey Maggie,"

"See? Ugh. Hello, Clarissa. Where's the Golden Boy?" he asked.

"Right here." Said Jace, as he walked inside, still looking like he hadn't slept in days. His feet were dragging, and his hair was all over the place. He slumped over to Clary, ignoring all of the other seats at the table, lifting her then sitting down, Clary now in his lap. He rested his head between her shoulder blades.

"What's wrong?" she whispered to him, twisting a little to touch his face. She could feel him shake his head and decided to bring it up later.