I DO NOT IN ANYWAY OWN THE INFERNAL DEVICES SERIES. THIS IS SIMPLY A FANFICTION USING CHARACTERS (NOT MINE) FROM CASSANDRA CLARE'S BOOKS.
And if the Thames that ran beside them, sure and silver in the afternoon light, recalled a night long ago when the moon shone as brightly as a shilling on this same boy and girl, or if the stones of Blackfriars knew the tread of their feet and thought to themselves: At last, the wheel comes full circle, they kept their silence.
Tessa felt the warm tears trickle down her face, tasted the salt in her mouth as well as Jem's. He drew away slowly, and cupped Tessa's cheek where the tears lay upon it, and silently kissed them. Tessa laid her head against his chest and he stroked her back, whispering,
"I know, I know."
It had been so long since she had felt this warmth and contentment, and felt as if she made a difference in the world. There was a slight hesitation as he stroked her back, and she lifted her head up. His eyes were closed, fine lashes capturing small droplets of water, but sensing her gaze, he opened his gold-flecked eyes, and Tessa stared into them. They held a profound sorrow that she felt in herself, but looking into them she saw a deep understanding only Jem possessed, gained by years of watching, and a window into a new opportunity, optimism, and a new life. She blinked her eyes and smiled at Jem. She linked her hand in his and they turned towards the steps leading back up to the street.
...
Tessa's apartment was small but light and airy. It was in fact within walking distance of the Institute, but Tessa had decided not to mention that to Jem just yet. She knew there was no threat of him recognising the way, all of the buildings had been completely modernised in the last 80 years.
She stared nervously at Jem's expression as she unlocked the door and swung it wide, exposing her apartment. Living by herself she had had a lot of time to make it feel homey and to fit her personality. It was happy and joyful in an elegant way. Antique artworks hung on the walls, as well as a mix of old and modern furniture scattered around the apartment. Jem's eyes widened and his mouth opened marginally as he slowly wandered in and stared out of the great glass doors at the bustling London street.
"Wow," he whispered. "This, this is amazing."
"Do you think?" Tessa asked shyly.
"Yes, it is wonderful!" Jem quite quickly rushed over to a stool in front of the bench and then touched it lightly, as if fearing it might break at his touch. He then walked over to the lounge and sat down, feeling the fabric. Tessa opened the latch on the glass doors and slid them open, letting all of the sound come in. Jem stood up and moved to stand next to her on the balcony. His hands gripped the metal bar, and he breathed in the fresh air.
"I have not experienced such sights, smells, tastes or textures for so long. It is good to be able to feel again."
"Well do not fear for your senses yet Jem!" Tessa smiled. "Soon you will be regretting that you can feel the cold and the wet, when I take you into the deepest and darkest parts of the Amazonian rainforest."
Jem laughed. "Well I can see you have an idea of what you want to do. No dallying, straight into the frying pan, and if it doesn't work out, I can deal with the fire."
Tessa grabbed his hand on the railing. "Enough teasing," she whined playfully. "I'll show you the rest of the apartment."