Angel Wings
She looked at the beautiful objects she held in her slim artesian hands. They were pure white with a sort of shimmer to them, having never had dirt on them. They were breathtaking. What was even more breathtaking was the body the wings were attached to. Jace had always been beautiful to Clary, but now he looked positively stunning. The wings flowed seamlessly from the toned muscles of his back to the feather covered extension of muscle tissue in front of her. The wind whipped through her long red tresses, awakening her from her thoughts. She looked into the eyes of her beloved and saw humor and love. "Turn around," he told her softly. She turned her head to the side and gasped. She too had grown wings, but hers were the deepest shade of the night. She loved them. She excitedly flew up into the air, testing her prowess. The results were spectacular. The feel of wind in her feathers was amazing and flying felt as natural as breathing to her. She turned and saw Jace flying next to her. They smiled and flew towards whatever adventure was in store for them this time.
