This chapter takes place at the scene in MI3 at the Wayland manor house. Rated M cause a little smexy stuff tehehe...

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Chapter 1

Clary's Breath caught."You said you just wanted to be my brother from now on."

"I lied," he said."Demons lie, Clary. You know, there are some kinds of wounds you can get when you're a Shadowhunter- internal injuries from demon poison. you don't even know what's wrong with you, but you're bleeding to death slowly inside. That's what it's like being your brother."

"But Aline-"

"I had to try. And I did." His voice was lifeless. "But God knows, I don't want anyone but you. i don't even want to want anyone but you." He reached out, trailed his fingers lightly through her hair, fingertips brushing her cheek. "Now at least I know why."

Clary's voice had sunk to a whisper. "I don't want anyone but you either."

She was rewarded by the catch in his breathing. Slowly he drew himself up onto his elbows. Now he was looking down at her, and his expression had changed- there was a look on his face she'd never seen before, a sleepy, almost deadly light in his eyes. He let his fingers trail down her cheek to her lips, outlining the shape of her mouth with the tip of a finger. "You should probably," he said, "tell me not to do this."

She said nothing. She didn't want to tell him to stop. She was tired of saying no to Jace- of never letting herself feel what her whole heart wanted her to feel. Whatever the cost.

He bent down, his lips against her cheek, brushing it lightly - and still that light touch sent shivers through her nerves, shivers that made her whole body tremble. "If you want me to stop, tell me now," he whispered. When she still said nothing, he brushed his mouth against the hallow of her temple. "Or now." He traced the line of her cheekbone. "Or now." His lips were against hers. "Or-"

But she had reached up and pulled him down to her, and the rest of his word were lost against his mouth. He kissed her gently, carefully, but it wasn't gentleness she wanted, not now, not after all this time, and she knotted her fists in his shirt, pulling him harder against her.

She could feel his raged breathing. As he pushed his pelvis closer to hers, she could feel his manhood through his pants. Clary let out a little moan which made Jace break the kiss and look at her.

"Did I hurt you?" His voice was full of worry, but he was still breathing rapidly.

"No I'm fine. It felt good Jace. Keep going please."

Clary pulled Jace close to her again and started kissing him fiercely before he could retaliate. To her surprise he didn't pull away. Instead he kept kissing her. After what seemed like forever to Clary, Jace looked at her and said, "Do you really want to do this? After this there is no turning back."

"Yes I am one hundred percent sure that I want this. All I want is you Jace."

With that Jace smiled a smile that can't be explained and kissed Clary. His hands started exploring her body vigorously. Finding every dip, curve and curl in her body. When Jace couldn't take anymore of just exploring he went under her cloths. He started rubbing her breasts on top of her bra. He pinched her nipple and Clary gave a little moan/scream of pleasure. Jace, pushed on by the moan, went under Clary's bra. Rubbing her breasts, pinching and playing with her nipples.

Clary got tired with her bra being too tight so she reached behind her and undid it. She pulled her shirt and bra off in the same movement, leaving her perky little breasts bouncing.

Jace's breath caught in is throat when Clary pulled her top off. A smile played on his lips as he stared at her breasts...

Gunna do my smexy story in parts cuz i can... hehe