Disclaimer: All rights to The Mortal Instruments belong solely to Cassandra Clare.
Author's Note: Sebastian is not and has not ever been Clary's brother in this particular fanfiction.
Clary's POV:
I walk to Jace's room after my shower. We had spent most of the day training. After the war and everything, everyone thought it would be best for me to focus on my training. It's been two years since then and I have improved dramatically. Simon is on his way to becoming a Shadowhunter, and Sebastian was in Australia for extended training. He was badly injured in the war so they sent him there where he could be trained exclusively. I miss him a lot and I hope he comes home soon. Skyping only does so much.
I walk into Jace's room, shut, and lock it behind me. He is standing with his back to me but turns when he hears the door. His golden eyes meet my green ones and he smiles.
"Clary whatever brings you to my room?" He says playfully.
I decide to play along. "You know the usual. To sit and talk about daggers and demons and the hundred different ways to avoid Izzy's cooking," I get a chuckle in response as he moves closer. He places his hands on my waist and pulls me close.
"Are you sure that's all you came here for?" He whispers in my ear. I smile and nod my head. "Well I think I'll have to change the plans just a little," he says. His lips touch mine in a gentle kiss. He kisses me slowly and runs his hand up my back sending tingles down my body.
He parts my lips with his and our tongues touch. Our kiss grows heated and he pulls me tighter against him. I moan against his mouth and he pushes me to the bed, climbing on top of me.
I tug on his shirt and he pulls it off, throwing it to the floor. My hands run up his muscular back and over his chest. He moans quietly against my mouth. Somehow my shirt has found it's way to the floor. I roll so that I am straddling Jace's hips. I kiss him deeply as he works the clasp of my bra. It gets tossed to the floor and he sits up, wrapping his arms around me.
His mouth latches on to my nipple and I moan loudly, fisting my hands in his hair. He growls low in his throat and I'm under him again. He tugs my miniskirt off along with his jeans. The only barrier between us now is his briefs and my lacy panties. He grinds his hips down into mine and I arch my back and moan loudly.
He runs his hands down my body and rubs me through my panties. I grind up into his hand. We are both panting and his lips find mine again. He pulls our underwear off and kisses my neck. He sucks on my pulse and works his way down my body.
"Enough foreplay, Jace" I say breathlessly. He chuckles and positions himself above me.
Later:
I lay in his arms as we catch our breath and he whispers sweet things in my ear. He murmurs about different things but I don't catch most of it.
"I love you, Clary," he says finally. I lean up and kiss him tenderly.
"I love you, too."