"I cannot believe you!" shouted Jace, slamming his fist into the wall behind my head, and I heard the wall crack. I knew there was a hole before I turned to look, "How could you talk to him about... us?" I felt a tear slip down my face. Crying was something that shadowhunter's rarely did, but I hadn't been a shadowhunter as long as the rest of them, and I can't help but cry when I'm mad.

"Jace. It was Simon! He has been my best friend for years. Who else was I supposed to talk-"

"Me! Clary, you were supposed to talk to me. You can talk to me about anything, and you've never been shy about it before." He took his fist from the wall, and I felt gentle fingers work their way into the hair on the back of my head, a place he knew all too well. He tugged a little, and caused things to stir inside me that I hadn't felt since our honeymoon.

He kissed me, and a shiver shot up my spine. He hadn't kissed me like this in weeks, and my body responded without hesitation. I reached up, and pulled him closer to me. His hands moved from my hair, and he picked me up with ease, pressing my back against the bedroom wall.

I let a small moan escape my lips and he chuckled. My hands roamed over his bare back, digging in right above his shoulder blades and scratching downwards. I felt him his whole body go rigid, he grabbed my shoulders and pushed my away from him.

"See, Clary? There isn't shit wrong with out sex life. Why did you have to talk to Simon?!" Jace said, turning to walk away like nothing had happened. I felt something snap inside me, and I had to get it back.

"What the fuck, Jace, really? What the fuck?" I said, stomping after him and grabbing his shoulder. I pulled his shoulder, turning him to face me. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked, pushing him hard, dead in the chest. It was like hitting a wall, but it knocked him a step back.

"Clary, do you not understand? Simon would find any reason to sneak between us, and now you've given him-"

I cut him off before he could say it, "Don't even fucking say it, Jace. Simon is not dumb enough to try that and you know it. You're just mad because you're a control freak!"

"Control freak? You want to see a control freak? I'll show you a control freak!" Jace said, grabbing me by the waist, and throwing my down on the bed, climbing on top of me. A wave of emotion slipped over me, and I wasn't sure exactly what I felt. Was this hot? Or was I scared? Jace actually sounded angry. He pushed himself down hard on top of me, pushing me down into the mattress. I tried to push myself up, but he forced himself down harder. "You don't know control freak," he whispered, "but I can show you." He sounded less angry now, but my emotions were still foggy. He sounded loving, soft, and hot, but his body language was still taut and strong.

"Jace," I whimpered, not wanting things to get out of hand.

"Shut up," He said, putting his hand over my mouth, "Do not speak. Do not make a sound, or I'll make it hurt."