A/N: Another oneshot. Oh dear, writing these is a disease. Implied JaceClary at the end. No "City Of Ashes" spoilers. Read and review? Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments or any of the characters.

Better In Black

He looked better in black, and she knew it.

It was nearing nine o'clock and Isabelle had insisted on picking out his clothes for Magnus' party. He didn't even see the need to get dressed in fancy clothes, considering they were heading over for a business inquiry, not to actually have fun and party with the Downworlders until dawn.

If going to a Downworlder party wasn't bad enough in the first place, the fact that Isabelle was trying to make him wear a color other than black out in public was annoying the hell out of him.

"Isabelle, I refuse to go out in green."

"Why? It goes so good with your eyes." Isabelle responded, holding a green silky button-up in front of him.

"I'd probably agree with you if my eyes were green." Jace replied sardonically. "Which they aren't."

"But green goes good with gold!" Isabelle exclaimed, setting the shirt on his bed before moving her fingers to the hemline of his t-shirt.

"Hey! I can dress myself, you know!" Jace said as she worked the shirt up his body, making it hard for her to remove by folding his arms tightly across his chest.

"Obviously not! If I let you dress yourself, you'll end up leaving this place all dressed in black."

"But you're in black!" Jace protested.

"That's because it goes with my hair."

"Look, Isabelle, I'm not wearing that shirt, and that's final. Why don't you go and help Clary get dressed? I'm sure she could use your help more than I can."

"Oh! I forgot all about her! I'll have to find her something to wear!" Isabelle exclaimed as she dropped Jace's shirt, letting it slide back down his lean frame, before rushing towards the door. "When we're done, we'll meet you, Alec, and Simon at the bottom of the stairs!" She called over her shoulder as she bolted through the doorway.

Grinning, Jace closed the door behind her and pulled his shirt off over his head. Making a beeline for the closet, he pulled out a silk button-up, identical to the one Isabelle had been attempting to force him into, in black.

"Now this is much more my style." Jace muttered under his breath as he began the dressing process.

One hour later: The bottom of the stairs.

Much to his surprise, Isabelle had put Clary all in black. How she had gotten to dress in his premium color choice, he didn't know, but Isabelle had been right in doing so. Clary looked absolutely stunning in what he recognized as one of Isabelle's long shirts. It was like a dress one the petite redhead, but it looked fine. Black fishnet tights hugged tightly to the creamy legs he didn't know she had, while a pair of Isabelle's chucky heeled boots covered her feet. Her hair was piled on top of her head, held tightly in place by a bunch of sparkling pins.

He looked good in black, he decided, but she looked better.