A.N.: I do not own the characters of the Mortal Instruments(Cassandra Clare). There is definitely going to be some Lemon chapters within this story, some more explicit than others.

Chapter 1: Done Date

"I just thought you would want to know before he shows up at the breakfast table," Isabelle said, carefully looking at Clary through her reflection on her vanity.

Clary sat with her legs crossed, silent on Izzy's soft bed, staring off out the window as the sun was beginning to set in New York, giving the room a golden glow. Gold had become one of her least-liked colors as it brought about more pain than she was prepared to feel. She had gotten so good at hiding her feelings from everyone, keeping a cold demeanor. Izzy, however, had been the one person at the Institute that could see through her façade.

The two girls had become very close since they were left behind at the Institute. They trained and studied for hours on end, relying on each other to bear the brunt of the pain and loneliness the other felt. Jace had left Clary behind, broken, and confused. Simon had left Isabelle to travel to seek out other daylighters to find out more about what that means for his life.

"Clary?..."

She snapped her head up to return Izzy's concerned gaze, her red curls bouncing down her back. "Thanks for the warning Iz, but I hardly have the motivation to think about him anymore. I put those feelings to bed a long time ago, all I have left for him is indifference. Jace Herondale is just another co-worker now" she shrugged her shoulders slightly and tipped her head to the side, giving her most believable 'I-don't-care' expression.

"Uh-huh," Izzy said, less than convinced as she returned to her process of applying the perfect pout with her favorite burnt-berry colored lipstick. "Well, Jace and Alec will be back tomorrow night. I hope they will be up for a hunt, we have finally gotten a location on those demons that have been killing mundanes and taking their eyes" Izzy said with a shiver at the thought.

"I have never known Jace to turn down a hunt.." Clary trailed off, returning to her own thoughts and the sunset out the window. Though I'm not sure I ever knew him at all...

"Awesome," Izzy popped her lips and jumped up to look at Clary, "we can debut the new-and-improved Clary to the boys."

Jace had left a year ago to Idris to help train a new wave of 'gifted' shadow hunters, taking his trusted parabatai along to help. Clary vowed to never look back on that day again...

-1 year ago-

Clary and Jace had been dating for 6 months now. He was the strong protector, and she was his heart. Living only 2 doors away at the Institute, they spent every moment they could together, every day. She was still not very far into her training, but she was improving steadily, she no longer squealed and cringed when someone lunged at her. She tried so hard everyday to make her man proud. She never felt she was good enough to be with him, she wasn't anything special. She was self-conscious, unsure of her body, unsure of her abilities of a shadowhunter, to name a few. Why a golden-god would ever want to be with her was beyond reason in her mind. But here he was, holding her hand, walking through the hall of the Institute after the most wonderful evening together, being a normal couple eating dinner at Taki's and going to the movies.

"I just don't get it," Jace said frowning, "Why did she choose the nerdy guy? I mean, he didn't have anything going for him, he was short and pudgy, and did nothing but play video games, and she was a smokin' hot beauty queen-type. It doesn't make any sense!" He raised his hands to the sky looking down at his girlfriend for clarity.

Clary let out a snicker. "It's because he saw her true-self, what was beneath all of the superficial bull. I think he was sweet." she blushed.

"Well, I would have picked the ripped jock," Jace side-eyed Clary.

"Shocker," Clary mumbled.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jace asked, a slightly shocked look crossing his face, with a glint of amusement in his eyes.

"Well of course you would pick someone just like yourself. He was a gorgeous, self-centered ass, and well " Clary's hand motioned in Jace's direction, a subtle smirk easing its way across her lips.

"Um-yeah, why wouldn't you pick perfection!" he gleamed back at her. "You sure did." He winked at her.

With a sigh, she turned towards him standing up onto her tippy-toes to place a soft, loving kiss on his lips. "I sure did."
She pulled away, looking up into her loving boyfriends eyes, "I had a nice night."

Jace ran his tongue across his lips, tasting her bubblegum lip gloss. "You know it doesn't have to end yet." His voice husky, his eyes smoldering.
Clary's breath hitched, "Well what did you have in mind?"

Jace closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting them on her lower back. He leaned in, his cheek grazing her cheek, whispered in her ear "Come to my room and find out." A shiver crept down her spine as his breath tickled her ear. She let out a gentle sigh. Being this close to him, having him touch her so gently, with so much need, drove her crazy and lit a fire deep inside her like no other boy had before. She pulled away from him slightly in order to give an answer, when she did her body jolted back towards Jace's, and she gave in to the overwhelming need to kiss him again. Their lips met and the flame grew into a sudden inferno. In an instant, they became a knot of lips, and limbs, and love, entangled and joined together by passion for one another.

Jace was the one to finally break apart their kiss, "I'll take that as a yes!" he said huskily, looking down into her bright green eyes, hunger burning through his body. He took her hand again and they continued down the hall towards his room. Clary, suddenly felt another knot in her stomach. Was she about to do this? Was she finally going to give herself to him? Would she be any good? Would he still love her if she wasn't? Without a second thought, she wiped away all of those thoughts because she knew deep down that she was his world and he was hers. I really need to work on my self-confidence... and give Jace more credit, she thought to herself, shaking her head slightly.

They reached his room, where he opened the large wooden door gesturing for Clary to enter first. She walked past him, looking up at him through her lashes with a flirtatious grin. He watched her body as she walked past him, the sultry sway of her small hips in his favorite skin-tight jeans, the secret body that was hidden beneath her loose-fitting t-shirt, if only she knew what looking at her did to him, but she is about to find out. He followed into the room behind her, locking his door before turning to Clary, his own grin crooked grin creeping across his face. She was standing in the middle of his room, slowly gazing around at the neat simplicity of it. Plain white walls, an impeccably organized rack of spotless weapons shining against one wall, dark blue drapes billowing jn the wind of his open windows, his extra boots cleaned and lined up along the floorboards beneath the windows. When her eyes reached the bed, Jace's bed, a blush crept up onto her cheeks, which did not go unnoticed by Jace as he came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, nuzzling his nose into her firey hair. Breathing in Clary, his Clary.

Turning to face him, she wrapped her arms up around his neck, running her fingers through his soft, golden hair. "So this plan of yours, what part do I play in it?" she asked coyly.

"The most important part," he smirked. "But I would rather show you than tell you." Before she could respond, he smashed his mouth onto hers, willing her to feel everything he felt for her and wanted from her. She gasped against his lips from the sudden harsh contact. He took her bottom lip gently between his teeth before he ran his tongue along her lips, begging for permission. She opened her mouth to him, taking his tongue deep into her mouth and hers into his. Never before had their kissing felt this way. So deep and feral, it caused waves of heat to crash through her body. Everywhere his hands crossed her body would begin a new wave of need. She needed to be with him, in the most intimate way possible.

Untangling his fingers from her hair, Jace reached his hands to the bottom of her red t-shirt, curling his fingers underneath the hem, and began to slowly lift it up her torso, his knuckles gently grazing her skin. She shivered from the tingling feeling, her breath trembling. She raised her hands above her head long enough for him to pull it off of her before her own hands darted for the hem of his black skin-tight shirt, tearing it up over his head as fast as she could, revealing an endless amount of rippling muscles. She ran her hands down his jaw line to his dipped collarbones that lead down to his firm, bulging pecs. She ran her finger down the center ridge of his 8-pack abs, swirled around his belly button until she reached a small trail of soft body hair that lead down to his manhood. She then reached her hands to her own jeans, but was stopped by Jace's hands over hers. "Let me," he whispered. She placed her hands onto his hard, round shoulders as he knelt down and unbuttoned her jeans, slowly running them down her legs, making every single downy-hair on her legs stand on end. Clary closed her eyes and sighed at the feel of his hands touching her sensitive skin.

She stood there in her plain cotton bikini panties and light pink cotton bra as Jace stood up, placing his hands on her waist and taking in her entire body with a undies-scorching look in his eyes. He let out a shaky breath, "Your skin is so light and perfect," he said. In a bold move, she took a hold the button to his black jeans, looking up into his eyes as she undid the button and slowly zipped down his fly. She looked down and gasped as his newly freed member straining tightly against his boxer-briefs, earning a crooked grin from Jace. He pressed his fingers on the center of her stomach and gently backed her to the edge of his bed, never breaking eye contact. She slowly sat down and he eased her onto the bed, with a hand in the small of her back, kneeling down between her knees.

"You're the most beautiful angel in the world Clary," he said so quietly, she almost didn't hear him. She reached her hands up into his hair once more, streaming her fingers through it. As she stared into his soul-piercing eyes, she knew she was ready to give herself to the only man she knew loved her more than himself. With that, she clenched a fistful of his hair between her fingers and drew his mouth down to her own, tongues swirling together with a fevered passion. She moved her hands up under his arms and over his shoulders, running them down his long, lean back until they rested on the dimples just above his underwear hem, feeling every one of his firm muscles respond to her touch.

She pressed her hips up into his to show him that she was ready, relishing in the feel of his hard member pressed against her throbbing core. He gasped and pulled up from his elbows, placing a hand on each side of her head. He was panting hard, his hair fell over his eyes, and he was looking at her in the strangest way, she couldn't quite read his expression, but it didn't fit the current situation. The space between them was agonizing. She brought her hand up and gently placed it onto his cheek. "What is it Jace?" she asked, the concern apparent in her voice. He continued to stare into her eyes, his breath still ragged, the same unreadable expression on his face.

Then he broke eye contact, looking down and away from her. "I can't do this to you," he whispered. She hadn't even processed what he said before he was out of his room with his pants in his hands heading down the hallway away from her. Clary sat there on his soft, velvety bed, arms draped across her nearly nude body, eyes wide and mouth agape, in the silence of his bedroom.

Follow Up Notes: Leave a review and let me know what you think. Be kind as this is my first multi-chapter FF-Lemon.