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For All Eternity

Clary picked up her pace as the rain started to fall heavier. Her green shirt was drenched through and clung to her slim torso and hips. Her black converse sneakers were caked in mud and her socks were damp. Clary was on her way to the institute, to see Jace. As far as Clary was concerned, he had a lot of explaining to do.

Clary was fiddling with the golden chain around her neck when her phone vibrated in her jeans pocket. She pulled it out and looked down at the screen, saw Simon's number flashing across the caller ID, and hit the reject button. He was the last person she wanted to talk to right now.

Why did Jace have to blab to the entire world? How could he? That was their private business and no one else's!

Clary knocked heavily on the thick wooden door of the Institute and waited impatiently for someone to answer. She hoped that Jace would be the one to open it. She wanted to yell at him and tell him how insensitive he had been, without everyone overhearing. After a few moments the front door was swung open to reveal Izzy standing on the other side, her thick black hair streaming in the breeze.

"Clary! What are you doing here?" said Izzy, and from the falsely surprised tone in her voice Clary could tell that she already knew. "Did you want to chat to me or tell me anything?"

Of course, trust Simon to spread the news. Jace is so dead when I get my hands on him!

Ignoring Izzy, Clary stormed straight through the front door and up stairs. She threw open all the doors as she made her way through the corridors, getting more and more frustrated as she went.

"Jace? JACE! I know your here, Jace!" Clary called, beginning to shiver from the dampness of her clothes.

"Clary?" a low voice came from further down the hall. "What's going on? Are you okay?" It was Jace. He was standing in the threshold of the training room, wearing a pair of baggy trackpaints and a white t-shirt that seemed to accentuate his toned chest. A blue towel was flung over one of his shoulders. He had clearly been working out.

"How could you Jace?" she yelled at him. "Why would you do that to me?" Clary had begun to advance on Jace, but he backed up against the wall, an expression of plain shock on his face.

"What are you talking about?" asked Jace, completely confused.

"You know what I'm talking about! You told them. You told them even though you promised me you wouldn't!" screamed Clary. She was sure that everyone in the building could hear her but at that moment she really didn't care.

"Clary I have no idea what you're talking abou-" started Jace, but Clary cut him off mid-sentence.

"You told him. You told Simon that you proposed and that we're enga-" Jace silenced her by cupping his hand over her mouth. Clary pushed away his hand.

"Clary, I didn't! I promise you I didn't. I wouldn't do that,"Jace whispered at her.

"Don't! Don't lie to me Jace Lightwood!" yelled Clary, teeth chattering, because by now she was shivering from the cold like crazy. Jace tried to wrap the towel from his shoulder around her to keep her warm, but she swatted away his hands. Jace's face fell at this rejection.

"I didn't spill a word of it,Clary! How could you think that I would?"By now Jace's voice had risen to match Clary's. His frustration growing by the second. "I promised you I would keep it a secret until you were ready to tell people. Do you honestly think I would break a promise to you?"

" I don't know what to think any more! Can't you just imagine what people would think of teenagers getting engaged at the age of 17 and 18? I thought you understood, but obviously you don't! You just don't understand!"exclaimed Clary.

This really pushed Jace to his limit.

"Don't you dare tell me I don't understand!" he hissed. "because I do!" Jace grabbed Clay by the waist and spun her around so that her back was pressed up against the wall. He stepped closer to her and pressed his hips up against hers. He placed his hands on the wall on both sides of her head, then bent down and kissed her. His kiss was fierce. Their was a deep longing behind it, mixed with a sense of urgency. It took Clary a moment to figure out what had just happened. Did he just go from yelling at me to this? Instinctively, Clary's lips reacted by kissing him back with the same amount of passion. Her arms came up to twine around his neck, fingers locked into his gorgeous golden curls. She had to stand on her toes to get as close as she could to him, so that they were chest to chest. She could feel his beautiful golden body pressed up against the whole length of hers. His knees to her knees, his thighs to her thighs, his muscular torso pressed against hers, his strong hands clutching her waist. She couldn't quite seem to get close enough. Jace wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up so that she could wrap her legs around his waist. Jace sank to the floor and leaned back against the corridor wall, with Clary in his lap, still locked in their loving embrace. In the back of Clary's mind she recalled a time when Izzy had said that fighting to Jace, was like sex to others. So totally true.

After a few more heated moments, Jace pulled away, only to whisper into Clary's ear.

"I do understand. I understand that I am deeply, incredibly and impossibly in love with you, Clarissa Fray. I understand that you are the only person that I'd ever want to share my life with, and I'm proud of it." Clary blushed a deep scarlet as Jace's lips brushed against her earlobe.

"I love you, Jace. I do," whispered Clary as she ran her hands up the inside of his t-shirt and pulled it up over his head. She then bent her head and, slowly, grazed her lips across his chest, across the black runes tattooed over his shoulder but stopped as her lips met his scar there. The scar on his shoulder shaped like a star. The Herondale star. A deep moan rumbled from within Jace's throat. His hand ran over the sopping wet curls of Clary's red hair. With his hand, he caught hold of her chin and brought it back up so that he could see her emerald eyes, before leaning in and returning to the passionate kiss that they had shared only minutes earlier. That was when he felt it. A cool object between Clary's chest and his. He reached out and pulled at the golden chain around her neck. It held a single gold ring, adorned by a shining diamond. Her engagement ring. Slowly, he reached back around Clary's neck, undid the tiny clasp and removed the small ring. Jace then took her delicate left hand and slid the ring into place where it would, undoubtedly, stay for all eternity.