"So, I would like to thank you all for coming, and I hope you enjoy your evening. I would love to give a long speech about how much I love this woman I have married, but unfortunately I don't yet know her well enough to proclaim that. I do however know that the past six hours I've spent with Clary, I've never felt anything like it before. I hope this is the start of a long, happy marriage, and that it will grow into love, as I can feel it already is."

Jace raised his glass and took a sip with a smile, encouraging everyone else to do the same. Crap, now I have to stand up.
"Uh well, Jace something you'll learn very quickly about me is that I am in no way eloquent and can't public speak proficiently to save a life. But I'll give it a try, the same as our marriage. I was obviously just yearning for love when I willingly signed up for this show," I saw Jace trying to suppress laughter and had to check myself to make sure to hold in the sarcasm, "and I hope to have found it with you. I look forward to getting to know you in the next few months and hopefully for years to come." I raised my glass, surprising myself that I was able to come up with something half decent. Everyone clapped and drank, and I was surprised to sit down to find Jace staring intently at me.
"Clary can I kiss you?" he murmured.

It was my turn to smirk, "Well I am your wife aren't I?" He laughed and leaned in to gently kiss me once more. It was slowly becoming one of my favorite activities; he was truly intoxicating. Our kiss brought about a large cheer from the guests, who were quickly getting excited for our first dance and were chanting "Dance! Dance! Dance!" boisterously. I flushed red, last time I tried to dance was my senior prom and I tripped over my dates shoes and ended up pushing him into the punch bowl.
Jace, ever the gentleman helped me up and with an arm wrapped around my waist led me to the dancefloor which had been cleared for us. He arranged my hands into the dancing position and looked at me seriously.

"Ready?"

I panicked. "Jace, wait I can't dance- like really can't dance. I will probably hurt you, and I don't want to do that so just sway gently in a circle or something? Please." Jace simply smiled and gestured for the music to start. "No Jace seriously, don't! Please!"

Before I could protest more he pulled me close to him and swept us across the floor. I was hyperventilating, only barley managing to not stumble. He merely chuckled not unkindly and looked into my eyes.

"Clary, my parents made me take dance lessons growing up. If you just look at me, it will be fine."

Heck no I couldn't look up at him, I would surely dislocate my toe then, and that would put a damper on the honeymoon. He slowed down, and lifted my hands up further by pushing his up underneath them.

"Clary." Reluctantly, my gaze shifted up to meet his with the change of pace. I was trapped in his eyes, and I didn't even realize when he started waltzing us fluently around the dancefloor, not missing a step and even making me dance somewhat proficiently. I continued to stare into his eyes, oblivious to the camera crew following us around like annoying younger siblings, and the other wedding guests crowding around to watch our blur. All too soon the music changed pace and the dancefloor was filled with other couples waltzing around.

I blinked, my eyes slipping away from Jaces and I only just realized how hard I was panting.

"Shit, Jace how did you do that?"

"Like I said dancing lessons. You don't take five years of lessons and not learn how to make up for a mediocre partner."

"Excuse me? Mediocre?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Hey, you said it yourself!" he exclaimed defensively. "I actually didn't think you were that bad."

"Not that bad? That sounds like the beginning of a healthy relationship." I stepped away from Jace at the sound of my father's voice and turned to face him.

"Daddy!"

"Hey kid," he gave me a hug and then held his hand out to Jace who promptly shook it.

"Jonathon Herondale sir. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too Jonathon, I'm Valentine Morgenstern. You better take care of my daughter."

Jace smiled politely, "Of course sir, there's nothing I would rather do."

"Good to hear young man. Clary, may I have this dance?"

"You're willing to risk it after last time?" One time when I'd danced with him we had bumped into an ice sculpture that went toppling across the dancefloor, causing everyone to slip.

Valentine laughed, "Most definitely. It's your wedding today Clare. If I may?" he held out his hand and started slowly dancing with me. I noticed in the corner of my eye Jace asking his mother to dance. She seemed nice enough, I had been introduced to her briefly during the photos.

"So, how's the hubby?" I felt myself flush. "Ohhh, you're already falling for him aren't you? I knew something was up when your speech actually made sense."

"Thankyou for the support, dad. Makes me feel all warm and bubbly inside."

He chuckled and gently pushed me into a turn, then resumed our waltzing. "That was the plan sweetie." We were silent a moment, not wanting to push our luck in not causing injury. "So, how are you feeling about Jonathon."

"Well, if we were in high school he'd be the hot new guy that everyone instantly has a crush on."

"Ah girl talk, excellent. My specialty."

We swayed around gently, ignoring my fretting mother who was on standby for damage control, just on the edge of the dancefloor.

"And I do feel like I kind of…like him."

"That's good to hear Clary, given that we are married to each other, for at least the next six weeks. I kind of like you too by the way."

I went brighter red then I had previously been as I turned to find Jace with a crooked grin on his face, the rest of the guests bowing to their partners as the song came to an end.

"Oh uhh, right. Erm…" I was saved by Camille walking past us, apparently casually, but we couldn't miss her hissed "kiss then eat cake".

Jace smirked and pulled me close to him, setting his hand lower on my waist than it had previously been.

"Jace she just said kiss, not dance again."

"I know, honeycheeks –"

"Honeycheeks?" I snorted (very elegantly) and barely refrained from laughing, "No, we'll have to work on pet names."

"Alright. What I was saying, buttercup, is that –" I let out a bark of laughter and rested my head against his chest for a moment. He chuckled gently, and with a jolt I realized I liked how I could feel the action through his chest. "I think our wedding should be on our terms yes? To some degree at least?"

"I suppose."

He kissed the top of my head gently and I will admit to swooning, before continuing our precious waltz. The rest of the guests seemed to fade away, and this time I enjoyed the gentle pressure of his hands in mine, his steps measured and precise and coaxing my feet to follow him. I took notice of the way his eyebrow quirked up when he saw me smirk at my dad getting told off by my mum for trying to sneak a spoonful of cake. I returned my gaze to Jace and sighed.

"I've never been able to do that."

Jace frowned, taking care to spin me out and around before gracefully falling back into step with the music. "Do what?"

"Raise a single eyebrow."

Jace infuriatingly raised an eyebrow, a smirk on his lips once more. "Really?"

"No," I huffed, a tinge of red covering my cheeks when he chuckled deeply once more.

"I shall teach you. On the honeymoon."

"On the honeymoon? You want to spend it teaching me how to raise an eyebrow?"

As the final chord began to play Jace spun me around once more and when his arm was snuggly against my back he dipped me down, my back arched and leg bending of its own accord. My left hand lay limply by my side while my right hand clutched Jaces arm for dear life. It was my impending doom that caught me off guard for him to gently tug me into a hug, and with his lips brushing the shell of my ear whisper "What did you have in mind for the honeymoon?"

My face flamed, hidden only through my quick thinking of burying my face into his neck under the pretence of a hug. He smelt deliciously like wood, spice and sunshine, and I could feel his laugh through his body.

"You're such a prick, Jonathon Herondale."

He only laughed harder before indulging Camille's wishes, this kiss still gentle but holding undercurrents of passion and desire. Maybe the honeymoon wouldn't be so bad.

Camille's gesturing broke us apart and we wove through the crowd to the elaborate three-tier cake, where champagne was thrust into our hands and together we cut the cake. Camille was behind the yawning camera man, making strange actions that appeared to say she wanted us to feed each other. How original. Jace rolled his eyes but never the less scooped up a mouthful on the dainty little fork and slowly brought it towards my mouth. I couldn't help the smirk on my face. Nor could I help my hand, free of my champagne glass discreetly taking a handful of cake. And smearing it onto Jace's face.

He froze, his eyes shocked in disbelief but already I could see the smile on his lips, and that was when I realized I should have moved away. A moment too late I made a dash for the exit but Jaces arm hooked around my midsection and pulled me back against his chest, his other hand loaded with the cake which he promptly smooshed into my face. A peal of laughter escaped me and before we were entirely sure what was happening we both had handfuls of cake and were flinging it at each other without abandon, our poor grandmothers who had been conversing to the side unfortunately also receiving the flying cake to their faces.

Being a compassionate person I took pity on them and hesitated in my throwing, which Jace fully took advantage of and shoved cake down my top and into my hair, before pinning my arms to my side and hugging me tightly from behind.

"Truce Clary?"

I pouted, about to retaliate when I caught sight of Camille. She looked distressed. I mean really distressed. Her eyes were wild and crazy with one sporadically twitching, and her previously pristine hair was splattered with remnants of cake. Her smile was plastered on still, but this time it was entirely forced, almost giving way to a floodgate of tears that she was undoubtedly holding back. I glanced at Jace, who had also noticed the poor woman. She was just doing her job, and we had just demonstrated our incapability of eating cake. In an attempt to salvage the incident, I picked up Jace's forgotten fork and hesitantly fed him some cake.

His lips closed around the fork and cleaned the cake off before he swallowed it, almost sensually. I could feel my cheeks heating up again.
"Mmm delicious." He fed me a piece and I realized pleasantly that it was chocolate with vanilla icing. Too bad no one else could eat any.

To finish of the shindig I threw my arms around Jaces' neck and kissed him passionately, the kind of passionately that wouldn't be out of place in a school cafeteria between the head cheerleader and football captain. His hand came up to rest against my cheek and softly stroked it, his other cupping my waist in a way that wouldn't be visible to the cameras. I kind of liked that. It made it feel more special.

"WE'RE OFF!" Camilles screeching broke us apart and she wobbled over to us – the cake marring the floor had made it exceptionally hard for her stilettos to hold her up. At her screech the stunned guests moved away from the mess we had made and began collecting their belongings, their voices slowing returning to the normal volume after all the yelling and laughter that had been present in our impromptu food fight.

She pursed her lips and looked in disdain at the mess we were, and the mess surrounding us.

"Say your goodbyes, and then I'll take you to the car."

She picked her way across the room to the exit and stood there, tapping one cake encrusted stiletto against the tile and speaking rapidly into her headset.

My parents came over and pulled me into a warm embrace, not caring that they too were getting cake on their nice clothes.

"Have a good time sweetheart, if he steps out of line get Izzy to push back for you."

"Mum! I can take care of myself," I mumbled.

Dad chuckled, "No doubt you can clare-bear, but let Izzy judge this one and get her approval yes? She always seems to know the low down."

Mum and I shared looks of incredulousness before glancing warily at dad. "Low-down?"

He sniffed, affronted. "I'm being hip and cool."

"No, dad, no you're not. Enjoy the next six weeks kid free, maybe return to your embarrassing dad ways instead of being 'hip and cool'?"

He frowned and glanced at Jace and his parents who had joined our huddle. "Jace do you think I'm hip and cool?"

"Oh very much sir," Jace replied seriously. Ass-kisser.

Valentine smiled and gave one nod. "Yes Clary, no I do like this one. Have a good honeymoon kids, be safe!"

Jace quirked an eyebrow and glanced curiously at me. Dad, realizing what he had said and the possible implications scowled. "No, don't do that. Not until the marriage is one hundred percent legal. Do you hear me boy?"

Jace nodded again and moved to hold my hand gently, "I will treat Clarissa with the utmost respect and adoration as she deserves no less." That stunned us into silence, Jace's dad looking proud at his son's smoothness and Celine rolling her eyes.

Jocelyn broke the moment as she kissed my cheek then kissed Celine's before grabbing a hold of my dad and tugging him along. "Enjoy the show darlings! I'm taking this one home before he blurts out more unnecessary comments due to his alcohol induced mind. Stephen, Celine, it was lovely meeting you, we'll see you for dinner next week!" And they were gone.

Celine hugged Jace and then I, followed by Stephen before they too said their goodbyes and left. We made our way to Camille who was looking significantly less chirpy and a lot more disgruntled.

"Sure took your time," she muttered, not realizing that we were very much in hearing range. She began walking off, Jace and I following behind obediently albeit trying to cover laughter.

"So, as I said you will be driven to your hotel, and then in two days all the couples will be moved to one house in a currently undisclosed location. There is a camera set up above the doorway in your hotel room, so please if you…" she trailed off as we turned a corner and Tessa and Will were revealed in a compromising position. His jacket and tie was off, his shirt hanging open and Tessa's hands picking at his belt and fly while Tessa's dress was barely being held up by her shoulders, her back exposed and bra hanging open. We all stared in shock at each other. There wasn't really much to say. Will thought differently.

"You know how tradition goes – the maid of honor and best man hook up by the end of the night. We didn't want to jinx ourselves, and I am nothing if not traditional." Jace and Will shared a grin and fist bump.

Poor Tessa flushed bright red and removed her hand from Will's belt buckle, then did up her bra and crossed her arms over her chest defensively. Will looked put out, and was whispering in Tessa's ear that they should go to his room. Unfortunately, he clearly hadn't mastered the art of whispering quietly and so we all knew exactly what he wanted to do on the wall opposite the mirror. Tessa was even more flushed now. The nearby elevator ding broke the trance, and with a hurried "goodbye, enjoy the honeymoon, we're rooting for you!", me and Jace followed Camille down the hall and outside to the black car that was waiting there.

She clicked her jaw. "As I was saying, there is a camera over the door, so if you do so decide to have sex please keep it out of the sitting room and in the bathroom or bedroom. The sofa is a pullout bed if you want that option as well. Breakfast is at nine am tomorrow, and all of your bags should be ready to go before that! Any questions?"

"Where are the –"

"-condoms? Right bedside table. Anything else." Jace snickered and snaked his hand around my waist, tucking me into his side.

My blush was unavoidable. "Actually no, the other couples. Like Isabelle?"

"Oh. Well, Isabelle and Simon are in the room opposite yours at the hotel. Hodge should meet you there, and help you check in. Anything else?"

"No."

"Alright. I'll see you in eight hours bright eyes and bushy tailed for the cameras!"

Jace opened the door for me and waited till I was settled before closing it and walking around to the other side, where he slid in and laced his hand through mine which had been resting on the middle seat.

"You ready for this Clary?"

I shivered at the feel of his lips murmuring on my hand, but managed a nod. Camille banged once on the outside of the car and we were off, driving through the night.

A/N So this was fully meant to be a one-shot, but I got a surprising amount of support (thanks for the reviews and favs/follows by the way, they mean the world to me) and a few people wanting me to continue. So I decided to run with it. I have no clue how long it will be and if I do continue after this chapter – it will be completely sporadic updates. Just putting that out there. It's actually a fun story to write, and I'm finding it works wonders for holiday homework procrastination.

THANKS CHICKENS SEE YOU SOON (maybe)

On a completely unrelated note, does anyone have TV shows they could recommend? I've watched TVD, GG, PLL, shadow hunters (obvs, to be honest I think it's been a bit of a letdown, HOWEVER I loved the Seelie court kiss), Stranger things, 13 RW…? ((Please don't say Teen Wolf because I couldn't stand that show, sorry))