I promise I do not own Mortal Instruments. No matter how much I plead and pray, Cassie refuses to give it to me!
Clary was utterly bored.
Isabelle was at Simon's apartment, doing who knows what. Actually, she knew exactly what those two were doing, and the mental images that had just appeared in her brain scared her.
Alec was with Magnus at their apartment. Clary knew what the High Warlock of Brooklyn and the Shadowhunter were doing to occupy themselves also. Those images didn't settle her stomache. Not at all.
Maryse and Robert had long since left the Institute for Idris, and Clary knew that there was no point in calling them up.
So that was why Clary was sitting in the parler area, twirling the ring around her fourth finger, staring at Church. The Shadowhunters' cat was rolling around on the floor, trying desperatly to lick a certain spot on his back end.
She smiled at his silliness, but couldn't stop herself from looking down at her cell phone. Jace was out on a small errand. as the new head of the New York Institute, he did have a few duties to uphold. He had told his fiancee that he would call text her when he finished.
Sure enough, as she unlocked the screen, there was Jace's message. He was on his way home, as of ten minutes ago, when he had sent it.
Clary stood up hastily, fixing her hair and sliding her ring back into place on her finger. Just in time, because Jace burst in the door.
"Clary, let's get drunk." He wound his arms around her waist. Jace smelled like his normal cologne, mixed with the scent of blood and sweat. It was a scent that could only, and would only, ever be Jace.
"Um, why should we get drunk?" Clary asked as her arms made their way around his neck.
"Why not?" He smiled before his lips met hers.
~Let's just pretend there is a really cool line break right here~
Clary was giggleing like a madman.
"Stop! We need to be good adults!" She said before brusting into another fit of giggles. Some time in the past hour, Clary had drank about two beers, lost her left shoe, taken of the tight top she had been wearing, and made a bowl of Cheerios. Jace, who could hold his liquor, was watching her, shaking his head and laughing at his fiancee.
"Clary, come over here. You are drunk. Sit down." She turned and looked at him very seductivly.
"Whatever you say, Mr. Officer." Again, Clary brust out into giggles as she ran over and plopped herself on Jace's lap. He kissed her, and they stood like that for a few minutes, finally needing to come up for air.
"Damn. This was a terrible idea." Jace said. Clary had stopped giggleing. She was actually looking kind of serious. Or as serious as a drunk Clary Fray-Soon-to-be-Herondale could be.
"Jace, I have something I need to tell you." Damn it. Jace thought. Please let it be good. Please let it be good.
That was when she said it. 3 words. 8 letters. Easy to say. Hard to prove.
"Jace, I'm a zebra." Jace was having a hard time controlling his urge to brust out in laughter.
"Ok Clary. You make a very hot, drunk zebra." A few laughs escaped between words.
Their fun only lasted about 20 more minutes, because Clary had to run to bathroom for the reappearance of her liquor. Jace carried his fiancee to their bedroom and laid her down, kissed her forehead, and shut off all the lights. As he climbed into bed, she whisperedd in his ear.
"I love you Jace."
"I love you too, Clary." He kissed the top of her head and held her until they both fell asleep.
Awwww! Cute endding, right? Please reveiw with comments, or critisim. Please be nice though. Mean reveiws hurt my feelings. :-(
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Thank you too everyone who read and reveiwed.
~Guin
P.S. I'm back baby!