Hey peeps! If you guys checked out my profile page, you'd probably have noticed that I've migrated to Malaysia A TOTALLY different place from NY. Weather here's extreme all the time. From rain to sunshine, and food here is just… WHOA. I mean, I'm a Chinese and all but this is just seriously hard to adapt to.

I hope you lot forgive me for not updating.

p/s: I'm thinking of re-doing Jace's First.

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They hadn't called back.

Clary's muscles were throbbing like crazy and she bet a million bucks her face was tomato red. The blade she was holding was slipping out of her sweaty palms. Out of the many hunts she had been this had been the most frustrating of all.

There wasn't a single demon crossing her today and she seriously wanted to stab something.

No demons? Fine.

She'll just go running.

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He couldn't fucking believe it.

Jace rubbed his eyes, tired and sore from the many hours of computer. He skipped hunting for this load of shit? All these annoying complaints and meetings to sort out?

He decided to take a break with his dear friends; Mr. Coffee and Ms. Doughnut. Taki's wasn't an option since they didn't do delivery and he couldn't afford to waste any time. Most of the meetings and problems had 'urgent' stamped on it. He got up and stretched his arms. The rough material of the button down Izzy forced him to wear was bothering him slightly. He checked his watch: It didn't look like he was going to be getting out of his office soon anyway. Might as well get comfortable.

With a tired sigh, he walked over to the kitchenette to get the coffee started and fetched the sugar coated doughnuts Kelsey had so kindly dropped off after working hours. Jace unbuttoned his itchy work clothes and slipped into the extra tee shirt he always brought just in case he ever needed to go for a sudden demon hunt.

Izzy wasn't really… nice when you get the clothes she picked for you covered in grime…

He shook his shirt and a white napkin slipped out from its breast pocket. He almost dumped it into the trash can but the numbers scrawled on it in black ink caught his eyes.

Clary.

Well, he was having a break anyway…

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There was some heavy breathing from the other side of the line before "Lightwood?"

"Hello, Clary."

Pant, pant, pant. "Hey, wow, wasn't expecting your call."

"Yeah my—

He was interrupted by a series of throaty moans.

"… uhm, my timing is a little off, huh?"

She groaned before answering him. "No, it's fine really. What's up?"

Pant, pant, pant.

He shifted in his seat and dropped the doughnut back into its box.

"Nothing, nothing." He droned. "Just slightly bored."

"You? A male, bored in a company full of willing naked girls?"

Unghhh… Oooh…

Jace pushed his mug of coffee away.

"Yeah… - he cleared his throat – the president is bored…"

Ohhh… Ohhh yeah.

Jace chewed on his thumbnail. "Clary, what in the name of Raziel are you doing?"

He heard her laugh softly. "I'm getting a killer massage from Magnus. I kinda overdid my run earlier. If not for him, I'm pretty sure I won't be able to walk tomorrow."

"The High Warlock of Brooklyn, Magnus Bane, is giving you a foot massage?"

There was a muffled male voice from the other line, sounding suspiciously as if he we saying 'Hi, you bundle of joy.'

"Oh…" All the naughty images of Clary and her erotic noises whooshed out of his head.

He cleared his throat. "So, how did that job interview you told me about turned out?"

She groaned. "Pretty terrible if you ask me. They never called me back. Don't you wish the Clave could just pay us for all this hunting we do?"

"Yeah, join the club. I wish it every stinking day. The pressure is insane."

"Totally. And the worse thing is, I still need to hunt for a job."

He had no idea how or why the next words he spoke flew out of his mouth but it did anyway.

He couldn't stop himself in time.

"I could get you a job here."