~ Hi guys! So I'm new to this site, but not new to fanfiction. All of the characters are NOT MINE. All the character rights go to Cassandra Clare (the original author). I just put a twist on my own storyline with the characters! I used to be on Wattpadd, but I like this site better, so I'm transferring my story to here. Hope you enjoy and there will be more than this one part... It isn't a one shot! This particular one isn't too sexual, it's mostly romance. Enjoy! - SeductiveLove101 ~

Chapter 1

She was caught up in his beauty. Clary couldn't take her eyes off his muscular body fighting against that giant demon. Clary tried to focus as much as possible, but she couldn't help, but notice his body. The way his body swiftly moved with blade in hand, was so natural. The blade looked like it was a part of him.

His golden locks swished as he took each step. He moved, sliding side to side, fighting off demon by demon. He slashed through each of them as if it were no challenge. Jace was one of the best shadowhunters and he had no issue fighting off a simple group like this. However, Clary was fairly new to fighting, even though she had training.

Too awestruck by his looks, she didn't even notice a demon rushing toward her. Panic flashed in her eyes, and she was too in shock to react. Thinking she was a goner, Jace stepped in front of her and stabbed the demon straight in the chest. It squirmed on the ground and then died off. Clary stared at Jace and he spun around giving her a dirty look. She could tell he was mad. It wasn't because he had to fight the demon, it was because she wasn't careful enough. If she got hurt, he would never forgive himself.

He stepped away going off to fight another, and Clary felt a sudden rush of energy. A demon came at full speed toward her, and this time she was ready. She held up her blade ready to slash through anything that came at her. Jace wasn't paying attention so she knew she had to get this one. It jumped up when it reached her, but Clary reacted just in time, and sliced through the demon. It fell to the floor, repeating the process of the one Jace had killed. Clary turned, ready for another demon to come at her, but nothing was there.

She looked around and saw everyone panting. All the demons were killed. Suddenly, a flash of guilt came across her. Through the whole time they were there, she killed off only a few of the revolting creatures. Jace was going to be so mad, she thought.

She wasn't wrong, "What the hell Clary!" Jace said walking toward her.

"I'm so-" she began, but he cut her off.

"Don't even. If you were dead it would be too late to apologize. You shouldn't even have come," he said storming past her.

He was being a little harsh and Clary looked down. She could feel Alec and Isabelle giving her an apologetic look. Everyone there knew Jace was right, but he was a little harsh about it. Isabelle walked over and gave her a slight rub on the back. Alec joined Isabelle by her side, and Isabelle slightly pushed Clary toward so they could walk back to the Institute.

Back at the Institute, she stepped out of the elevator and looked around to see a sign of Jace waiting for them, but he hadn't been there. He got a head start ahead of them, and didn't waste time to avoid them. Jace was finally hers, and this wasn't their first fight. Eventually, he would get over it, or would he?

"Hey, come to my room with me. We can talk," Isabelle said smiling.

Clary managed a slight smile, "Alright".

Isabelle led her up to her room, and Clary walked into her disaster area room. The place had clothing all over the floor. Her dresses were scattered everywhere and her boots of all sizes were piled in a corner. Yes, she had a dresser, and a closet, but Isabelle apparently thought the floor was a better place for clothes.

"Soooo, how you and Jace been?" Isabelle started.

Clary tried to forget the fight they had, "Eh," she shrugged then joined Isabelle on the bed.

"Just 'Eh'?" She replied raising an eyebrow.

"Well... I don't know. I love him but-"

"Don't say he doesn't love you. He's clearly crazy over you, Clary!" Isabelle said and gave her shoulder a playful push.

"Well, let's push my love drama aside, how are you and Simon?"

"Great, actually, I have a date with him literally in a half hour! I need to get changed and ready!" Isabelle said and sprinted off the bed and began to dig for a dress.

"Oh, well that's good," she replied smiling. She was glad her two best friends finally got together. Her and Isabelle had grown very close over the past six months. They were closer than bark on a tree. Isabelle knew everything about her.

Isabelle paused and looked at Clary. After a moment of silence she said, "Go talk to Jace. You know you want to".

Clary shrugged and headed towards the door, "Have fun on your date," and she left after a wink. She honestly didn't want to go talk to him. He seemed mad and going to his room would only make things worse. They would start fighting, Clary would leave crying of guilt, and Jace would slam his door later feeling sorry.

Although, it was a horrible idea, she went to go talk to him anyways. She walked up a single flight of stairs and headed toward his door. She prayed that he wasn't in his room. She held her fist up at the door, ready to knock, and closed her eyes. She knocked twice and got no answer.

She sighed with relief and turned to begin walking to her room, when the door opened. She cursed under her breath and turned around, "Hi," was all she could manage.

Jace left the door open and walked back to his bed. He was shirtless and she couldn't help but stare at his muscular body. She ached to go over and run her hand along his back and trace the runes he had all over his body.

"I'm sorry," she muttered.

"It's dangerous for you Clary! You know that!" he said, already starting to yell. .

"I wasn't thinking! Okay? By the angel, calm down!" she yelled right back angrily.

"No! I won't! Being out there is all about thinking! Maybe you just aren't cut out for this like I thought!" he said, but then his face paused from anger, to an apologetic face.

Clary paused, mouth slightly open. She couldn't believe he said that. After all the training, she shouldn't be a shadowhunter? A tear streamed down her face, "Yeah, maybe you're right Jace Almighty. Guess I'm not as amazing as you," she said and turned toward the door.

"Wait, Clary...," he said grabbing her arm to spin her around.

She stared up at his eyes and couldn't help getting lost in them. They were golden and beautiful. His hair stopped a tad bit after his ear, and was curly. She wanted to run her hand through the curls and feel the soft texture of him. She wanted to feel him. He stared back at her in the same way.

JACE POV:

Jace looked at Clary and couldn't help but notice her red, fire hair draped over her shoulders. She looked so beautiful, no matter what lighting there was. He noticed her beauty from up close or afar. Yes, he was furious at her! But he couldn't help, but wanting to lean down and kiss her.

He loosened his grip on her arm not wanting to hurt her. "Damn, you're gorgeous," slipped out. He was just as surprised as Clary. She began to blush and he smirked, "So you think I'm amazing?"

"Oh, shut up you cocky asshole!" she replied, but didn't answer his question.

He grinned, "Ah, but Clary dear, I'm your cocky asshole," he said while brushing a lock of hair behind her ear.

She blushed and looked at him with love. He couldn't hold back much longer from feeling his lips against hers. He couldn't stay mad forever, could he? Those lips were a tease and he just wanted to kiss her and never let go. He wanted to feel her body against his. Her bare skin against his, creating their own warmth, together. He wanted her so bad, but she was so innocent and he wouldn't ruin that, not like this.

"Again, Mr. Lightwood, I'm so very sorry for not being careful out there," she said, but she had this sexy playful look on her face.

He couldn't do it, he couldn't hold back. Before he could control it or prevent it, his lips were gently brushing against hers. He cupped her cheek with his hand, and kissed her deeper. She faught back for a moment, but then let herself escape and explore his mouth. Their toungues were in a battle with each other and he pushed her up against the wall.

It got more passionate and her hands were draped around his neck. One of his hands was around her waist, and the other leaned against the wall. Close would never be close enough, and they both urged to be closer to each other. His hand slowly slid up her shirt and slid the shirt up slightly. He kissed down her neck and sucked slowly on her sensitive spots. He irked for her pleasure points and he heard her moan softly. He kissed back up her neck and slowly kissed her jawline.

Her legs ended up wrapped around him and his hand reached farther up her shirt. She didn't stop him, so he didn't stop. Her hand made it's way down to the crotch of his pants and he slid his toungue in her mouth, exploring.

He picked her up and led her to the bed. He flopped her down and they both laughed slightly. His pants were unbuttoned, thanks to Clary, and he kissed down her chest. He reached the part of her skin right above her breasts.

Right before they could get any farther, there was a knock on the door. He smiled against her skin and ignored it. Her hands were running through his hair and he sucked lightly on her skin.

he knock got louder, "I don't know what you two are doing, but Maryse wants to talk to you, Jace!" Isabelle yelled .

He sighed loudly, and Clary giggled, "Go," she said, "I need to take a shower anyways".

"UGH, fine," he said wishing their moment didn't have to end.

"By the way, am I forgiven?" she said with a playful look in her eye.

"Maybe, I'll think about it," he said smirking.

Clary stepped in the shower ready to feel the hot water droplets hit her skin. She needed a shower badly. She ran her hands along her arms. She decided just to use Jace's shower, and it smelled like him in their. The smell was so sweet and homey, she never wanted to stop smelling it. Maybe she wouldn't have to either.

She turned the shower off, and reached for her towel, but it was gone. She peered out of the shower and yelled, "Jace! Gimme my towel!"

"Come and get it," he said grinning.

"Jaaaaace!"

"Come on, don't be shy. I don't bite... too hard".

She suddenly got an idea. She took down the curtain and wrapped it around herself and walked to him, "There," and she grabbed her towel smiling, "Thank you," she said and planted a slight kiss on his lips. She didn't want that moment to end, and she wanted so many more kisses from him.

"Would have been better without the curtain," he said walking out to give her privacy.

God, he was amazing.