Hey guys! This is my first attempt to write Mortal Instruments Fanfic. This is really amazing.

Note:- Cassandra Clare rightfully owns the MI characters not me...

I cover my eyes with my hands as the strong sunlight blinds me. I groan out loudly and sit up, rubbing my eyes. Instinctively, I search the bed for Jace. He is not here but there is a paper neatly folded on the ruffled covers. I grab it and read,

I have some errands to run. I will return to you as quickly as possible.

Love,

Your Jace.

I roll my eyes at his cheesiness. I get up to take a shower. I stumble on my way to the bathroom. Wow, I really am messing up with my equilibrium. I quickly take a hot shower and change into a pair of sweats and a plain grey T-shirt. I notice that my hair has grown almost to my waist. I shrug it off and run downstairs. The mansion is lighted with a tinted blue and it soothes my eyes. I go to a room situated in a corner of the mansion. It's been two weeks since we came here but I didn't get the time to utilize Jace's gift. As I enter the room, I see a canvas balancing itself beside a table full of paints and brushes. Jace set this room up as a wedding gift. I tie my hair into knot as I sit before the canvas. I pick up a thick brush and slightly place on the place. The paper feels very delicate under my fingertips and images flash through my mind. I close my eyes as I start to focus on a particular one. I open my eyes, dump the brush in a color and start to bring the image in my mind on the paper. Time passes by but I still stoke the paper with heavy colors. I push my hair strands back as I take a look at my art.

I smile at my work and leave it to dry. Meanwhile, I go to the kitchen and start to make some coffee. I feel a peck on my neck and I lean into it,smiling.

"Sorry if I am late, honey." Jace whispers in my ear as he encircles me with his arms.

"Where were you?" I turn to face him. His hair is ruffled and his gold eyes stare hungrily down at me. I place my hand on his heart and feel it drumming inside his body. I grin.

"I had to ask the Clave to assign us to the New York Institute."

"And what did they say?" I ask eagerly.

"They agreed as Maryse and Robert are coming down to live in Idris." He leans in to kiss me. I stretch on my toes so that he doesn't have to bend badly. We kiss with passion and strength. He slowly trails his lips across my jaw to my collarbone. I twist my fingers in his hair, not wanting to let go. His hands graze at my shoulders slowly but suddenly, he stiffens. I look at him, confused. His eyes seem to focus on a spot on my neck. I follow his gaze until I see it. A big, ugly Hickey. I groan out loudly as Jace bursts into laughter. I smack his arm lightly but he doesn't show any sign of ending his laughter.

"This is all your fault!" I accuse him. I touch the hickey with my fingertips. It feels very sore and surely hurts a bit.

"You should've complained this yesterday night!" He says, containing his laughter. I scowl at him but something clicks in my brain.

"I painted this morning!" I say. At this, Jace raises his eye at me.

"You did?" I nod back at him while he continues, "Well it is a good thing that you've done something apart from..."

I didn't let him finish the sentence but I grab his hands and pull him. I pull him into the room and run to my canvas alone. With a proud smile on my face, I turn the canvas to him. He gasps as he takes in the painting. I knew that he will react this way. His gold eyes dart from me to the painting.

"Did you just paint me and my siblings?" he asks, dazed. I place the canvas on its stand, taking a good look at it. The heavy colors really helped a lot to focus on Jace, Alec, Isabelle and Max. I just painted their faces together and erased the white spaces using the heavy colors.

"I wanted to give you a proper wedding gift. It was the only thing I could think of." I shrug. Jace takes a step forward and runs his fingers on Max's face. His fingers trail over his face for a long moment.

"Thank you." he whispers.

"I love you too!" I smile at him.