So, here's the happiness for all you guys who couldn't wait for Will/Jem. Judging from the reviews, this is who you prefer to hear about. So, I'll tell you: Camille and Tessa will still be around, but I'll focus more on Will and Jem since that's what you guys would prefer. I live to please. And these two have a beautiful story that I'm sure you'll get sucked up in. And yes, they will show up in All's Fair in Love and Glamour later, don't worry. :)

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Chapter Song: Loosen Up by Golden ft. Sophia Shorai

"Could you move a little to the left, Miss Lightwood? That's good, yeah"

Click. Click. Click.

"Now sit a little higher for me…right. But don't lean so far forward!"

Click. Click. Click.

Will could practically feel Isabelle roll her eyes, even though she was sitting on his lap and her back was to him. But he knew she kept that million dollar smile in place throughout the ordeal. He couldn't really blame her; he didn't really know the point in having her all over him if it was his Armani pants they were trying to sell. Whatever. He still couldn't resist fucking with her.

"Careful. Wouldn't want to cover up the real beauty in the shot," he whispered in her ear, making sure to move his lips only minimally so the camera didn't pick it up.

"Oh? And what would that be? The bench?" she retorted.

"Of course not. We wouldn't fucking be here if that was the case. Which, incidentally, would make my fucking day. Sweetheart, the stars of this show are my dimples and my captivating orbs of glittering ocean blue," he said with a haughty smirk, still leaning into her ear. If the film the photographer was getting was any indication, it looked almost as if he was whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Her expression could almost be mistaken for arousal, when in fact it was pure annoyance covered up for the sake of the camera.

"Yeah. And my pussy smells like roses and red wine. Do you really actually score any dick with lines like that?" she intoned through her fake smile.

"Do you?" he retorted with a smile and a nudge of his nose on the shell of her ear. She fought not to turn around and punch him. Good material was good material, and she was getting paid, regardless.

The camera was still clicking away rapidly, the photographer congratulating them on how in tune with each other they were. This inwardly pissed both of them off, because it was really the bane of their existence. Will Herondale and Isabelle Lightwood had done six campaigns together so far. Their chemistry on camera was so good that the industry practically packaged them as a matched pair. This of course annoyed the ever-living shit out of them, because most of the time they couldn't stand each other. However, both gritted their teeth and smiled through the banter, waiting impatiently for the photographer to let them know he'd gotten all the film he needed. Thus was a day in the life of a model, it seemed.

Song for this section: Million Holes in Heaven by Amy Cook

When the session ended for the day, and Isabelle had gone back to her parents' castle, Will slid into the driver's seat of his 1961 Aston Martin DB4 GT Zagato. He wasn't a huge car fanatic, but he could definitely appreciate a fine machine, and this was the crème de la crème. It got him from point A to point B in classic style, and he looked damn good in it. Sure, it was a gas guzzler and probably broke all kinds of emissions laws, but it was always looks that counted.

He made his way to the lower part of West Hollywood, and pulled into the familiar three story garage under his ten story apartment building. He didn't live in squalor, by any means, but he wasn't as well off as Isabelle. He was still new to this, and she was a veteran, which was why she got paid almost twice what he did, even on the same shoot. However, that was the beauty of living with someone else: two paychecks equaled a better place. Even if those paychecks were both kind of…pint sized.

Will's live-in boyfriend, James—or Jem, as he preferred to be called—earned quite a bit more, but it was still on the bottom end of the Hollywood wealth spectrum. Will liked to call himself cultured, just because he'd been everywhere in the world, but he'd never hold a candle to Jem. Jem was a concert violinist from Shanghai. The two met in London when they were about 17, where Will was born and Jem had moved with his parents when he was younger. They had started out as friends, but quickly grew closer. Will was a wild child, an out and proud kind of guy with little care for social tact most of the time. Jem, on the other hand, had never been with a man—or woman, for that matter—and was, to say the least, a bit shy. At least, until he met Will. They balanced each other well. Will couldn't think of a day when he would ever get tired of seeing Jem's silvery eyes and quaint features smiling at him with so much more love than he ever deserved.

He strolled through their front door after the hike up four flights of stairs to see his own personal guardian angel seated primly on the couch, studying sheet music. His instrument lay on the coffee table and the bow rested across his knees behind the papers. He was so wrapped up in the internal melody that he didn't even notice Will until he plopped down next to him. At the sight of his boyfriend, Jem smiled warmly and carefully laid the music and the bow next to the violin. Like it was some kind of old, traditional custom, Will laid back against the arm of the couch, straightening one leg behind Jem and leaving the other resting on the floor. Without a word, Jem scooted closer, his back to Will, and leaned into his chest just as Will's arms floated around to embrace him. Jem cradled his head back into Will's shoulder, and they both let out a long sigh. This happened like clockwork, at the end of every single day when they saw each other again. It was the one steady thing in both their worlds: each other.

Will stroked his large hand up and down the length of Jem's slender arm, and laid his cheek against Jem's silvery hair. It smelled like rain and sunshine. He'd been playing out on the balcony again. "Long day?" came the soft, accented voice beneath him.

"You can say that again," Will replied. He couldn't help an eyeroll, thinking back on his trying day with Isabelle. One day, he was going to slap the arrogance right out of her. He chose not to acknowledge that she might want to do the same to him.

"I'm sure it wasn't all that bad," said Jem. "Besides, we have to pay the bills somehow."

Will hugged him tighter. "Are they putting you on alternate again?" he asked, but judging by Jem's tone he already knew the answer.

"Yes, but just for the remainder of the month. I swear, they change their minds so much, they might as well all be teenage girls instead of big fat-pocketed directors. Don't they understand that I need steady work? Hey! Isn't Magnus Bane going on tour soon? You should see if Camille will ask him if he needs a violinist…" he trailed off with a chuckle.

"Somehow, I doubt it," Will said with a small smile. He didn't laugh out loud, simply because he didn't want to obscure the beautiful sound coming from the man in his arms. Looking at and listening to Jem and Will in public, most people immediately assumed Will wore the pants in the relationship. He was louder, more outspoken, and more dominant. The fact was, however, that privately, Will would do anything Jem asked him. The smaller, more delicate of the two had his heart by puppet strings, and he didn't even know it. Will would never admit it, but he was a bigger sap than anyone he knew. He worshipped the ground Jem walked on, and that was not much of an exaggeration. He had his reasons. He didn't call Jem his guardian angel for nothing.

"We'll make it, one way or another," Will said quietly. He hugged Jem close, nuzzling his nose into the rain-scented hair. "We'll just have to forgo pay-per-view this month," he chuckled. It was only in jest, they didn't have extended cable anyway. They had agreed they'd rather live in a nicer neighborhood and sacrifice the pleasantries in favor of feeling safe, rather than go lower on rent to have things like gym memberships and HBO. They entertained themselves most of the time. Will jogged on the trails through the hills, and Jem played his sweet, haunting music on the balcony. More than once, he'd attracted passersby on the sidewalk, wondering where the beautiful melody was coming from. They'd look up and see him, seated against the wall on the cement floor, leg hanging through the rails, eyes closed and softly stroking the bow back and forth on the strings.

Just the thought had Will sighing pleasurably. Jem played his music the way he made love—soft and slow, with precise purpose. He played music for the sake of the beauty of the caress on the ears, and he made love for the beauty of the caress on the heart. One would think Will would be one for hard and fast, in and out sex, getting it over with in minutes; the truth was quite the contrary. Sometimes, they made slow love for hours, Will's body glistening with the effort of holding on. He moved his hips slowly, Jem's body beneath him entwined in the sheets like sweet restraints. When Jem sensed that his lover couldn't hold himself up anymore—and he always sensed it right at the moment that Will felt he would collapse—he would nudge him or squeeze their clasped hands, and Will would roll over, remaining buried inside, until Jem's small frame perched atop him. Watching Jem's slender, beautiful body move like a melody above him was Will's greatest pleasure and greatest torture at the same moment.

"I love you," he whispered into Jem's hair when he came back to reality. He intended to make his daydream a reality now.

"I love you, too," said Jem quietly. He knew exactly what Will's voice sounded like when he was in need of his lover. Will would never understand how Jem was so in tune with him, but he chose not to question it. Without another word, Jem rose up off the couch and took Will's hand, leading him into the bedroom.


So, how do you like these two so far? Lemme know. You gotta keep in mind, though...most of you know me. Things are never sunshine and rainbows forever. I bet you can guess there's something about Jem that you don't know yet. Please review! and Thank you for reading!