Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait for this chapter, its been a very hectic few weeks (I've had board exams and such), but I finally managed to get some time to write!

This is the first time I've written something like this so hope you guys enjoy. Many thanks to Cate (emmacrrstairs on tumblr) for beta-ing.

Enjoy!

Emma wasn't sure what she dreamed of last night, but it made her feel hopeful. She wanted to stay in the peaceful world her mind had created, but then she felt something – no someone— stirring under her. Opening her eyes, she saw the boy who had been in her dream, but unlike in her dream, he was sleeping peacefully, albeit from the occasional snore. The sight of Julian under her caused all that had happened last night to come rushing at her along with a jolt of warmth that made her happy she chose to open her eyes.

She had seen his face many times; how could she not when she had spent the past 17 years looking at him? But she'd never had a chance to actually see him, especially while he was sleeping. There was no way of describing his expression other than peaceful. She tried to imagine a scene where he would always be peaceful and happy, where they both would be able share in that happiness. Perhaps their time would come soon.

Her eyes roamed his face. The crease that usually made home on his forehead was gone, replaced with what looked like the softest piece of skin she had ever seen. It had felt soft too...Emma didn't even realize that her fingers were trailing the places where her eyes had been exploring.

She froze in place, fearful that her moment would be broken by him waking up to her touch, but fortunately he made no sign of moving. She didn't know what came over her, but her fingers trailed down the bridge of his nose tracing down his cheek. His skin was smooth and yet rough at the same time. It was kind of like him – he had his tough side, there when someone was in danger, but he was also gentle and caring. She wondered if this mixture was what had made her fall in love with him.

Emma paused at his lips; they had been just as soft against her fingertips as on her lips last night and it took everything she had in her to not lean down and steal a kiss. Before she could continue her exploration hiis hand had captured hers, holding it by his lips, startling her. She thought she would be scolded for her actions, but instead she was pleasantly surprised.

"Good Morning, beautiful," he whispered, placing a gentle kiss on her fingertips and bringing her hand down to rest on his chest, where his heart would be.

She shivered at the contact. "Hi," she replied shyly, bringing her eyes up to meet his. His green eyes had never been brighter, filled with at she thought was hope. It was a nice contrast to the usual gloom that she saw him trying to hide every day. He did a good job of it too, but she was always able to look past the façade.

"You're awfully happy this morning, Jules."

A smile that was reflected in his eyes formed on his face. "Of course. Why wouldn't I be happy?" He said glancing down at their still joined hands.

There it was again, that uncontrollable feeling she had to lean in and taste his lips. Had this been a different world, she would've given into her desires, butthey couldn't, especially not when they were in the training room surrounded by his family. As soon as she moved away from him the smile left his face.

"Jules you know we can't, especially not here." Her voice full of longing.

"I know, Em," he said with a sad smile, gently brushing his fingers against her cheek, "doesn't mean I can't have a few moments of joy in the morning."

"Good morning everyone !" Uncle Arthur's voice reverberated throughout the small training room.

The rest of the day seemed to pass in a haze for Emma. To say that she had been off her game would have been an understatement. She was knocked down every time she was sparing, she had missed nearly all of her knife throws, and on top of that she now had three new bruises to take care of.

Her mind was in all the wrong places; instead of focusing on what was in front of her, she kept replaying what happened last night. How warm his body had been against hers, how their lips found a steady rhythm to dance to, and most importantly how she couldn't wait to do it again. That was what terrified and excited Emma the most.

She knew that Jules was attractive and she had often caught herself staring at him, but she had never experienced this type of desire towards him before. Sure, she had thought about kissing him, but she had never given much thought to anything else. What was the point of imagining scenarios in her head that would never happen? It would only make things worse.

But now that she had tasted him on her lips, it was a different story. She wanted to be locked away in a room with him and trace every inch of his body with her fingertips. Maybe she would even be able to illicit the same sound that had escaped his lips when their bodies crashed together last night. If she was honest that was what she had spent the better part of the morning thinking about. How could the mere memory of a sound cause her to basically unravel at the seams?

She knew she wasn't alone though, because he was just as lost as she was. It was embarrassing how much they were sucking, for lack of a better word. While she was off in a haze of thoughts, he could not get his eyes off of her face. She heard Arthur (she still hadn't gotten used to calling him Uncle) yelling at him to focus and the thought made her giddy for some reason.

At dinner, Arthur seemed to have had enough of their distracted nature.

"Listen you two," he started scornfully, still chewing his pot roast. "I don't know what has gotten into you, but you need to snap out of it. Do you not understand how important all this training is?"

"We do Arth...Uncle," Emma started. "It's just been kind of tough, especially since we've been doing the same things for days now. And the past several weeks haven't been the easiest, you know?" She finished, looking down at her half-eaten pile of mashed potatoes.

Not only had it been the anniversary of her parent's death but it had also been when their family was torn – when Mark was taken and Julian's parents Turned.

"I understand that, don't you think I grieved for my brother? We all lost something that day," he choked up at the mention of Andrew, but quickly recovered. "However, we can't live in the past, we have to move forward. Remember them yes, but don't let the memories stop you from doing your duties!"

How could she just throw all her feelings under a rug, especially when what had happened to her parents had been anything but normal? Just as she was about to reply, Jules stepped in. She was thankful he had because she wouldn't have been as kind in replying.

"You are right Uncle, we'll do our best to move on and refocus ourselves tomorrow. Right Emma?" Jules replied respectfully.

"Yea, sure. We'll be better tomorrow." She said flatly, getting up from the table. "Thanks for dinner, I'm going to bed. I'm tired."

All she got in response was a sigh from Jules, a huff from Arthur, and a round of "bye's" and "good night" from the rest of the kids.

She was sitting near the mirror in her room, brushing her hair when she heard a knock at the door. Without even asking who it was (because there really could only be one person it could've been), she told him to enter. Through the mirror she could see his reflection as he made his way into her room, locking the door behind him.

One minute he was closing the door and the next she was being brought up from her chair and being kissed with a passion and vigor she had never imagined. Try as she could, she could not match the speed with which his lips had been kissing her; he seemed to be rushing as if he might never get a chance to kiss her again. She felt his hands roam all around her body with a speed that made it seem like his hands were everywhere all at once.

They broke away mere seconds after, both trying to catch their breath.

"I've wanted to do that all day and not being able to touch you has been torturous," he said hungrily, leaning his forehead against hers, still breathing heavy. "I have no idea how or why I waited till last night to kiss you."

"I have no idea why you waited so long either." She whispered back with a smile. "You're shaking, you know?" She teased him.

"So are you," he retorted back, kissing her gently on her nose.

She had to giggle at his action. She wasn't sure she would ever get used to him acting so...boyfriend-y, if that's what he was. It wasn't a strong enough word to describe what he had been though, and she wasn't sure there ever would be.

At that moment though, the only word that she could think of was drug, because now that she had seen what his lips had to offer, she could not get enough. She dove in, capturing his lips.

She felt him start to pick up pace again, but she wasn't having it this time, capturing his lip between her teeth and biting lightly as if telling him to slow down. There would be plenty of time for heavy make out sessions, she was sure of it, but for some reason, she wanted to feel and remember every second of it. He seemed to understand because he slowed his movements.

Though their lips danced slowly, it did nothing to displace the electricity that was flowing through their bodies, causing her to get weak at the knees.

He seemed to feel her losing her balance and wrapped his arms around her waist. She wasn't sure if it was because of him or because of how long they had repressed their feelings for each other, but her body had reacted of its own accord – wrapping her legs around his torso, her hands around his neck, and began kissing him with the same way he had just a few minutes prior. She swore she could feel him smiling.

Each time their lips touched, it felt as if a coil was wrapping inside of her, with no way of being released.

She knew that they should stop before things went too far too soon, but what was the harm? The door was locked, they had said their goodnights, and they were as good as forgotten in the waiting all day (and for nearly 17 years) he was hers and she wasn't going to let any moment go to waste.

Emma wasn't sure what gave her the idea – it was probably a combination of memories from last night and the feel of something hard against her midsection – but she brought her hips to meet his. As soon as their bodies met, he pulled back from the kiss, gasping for air. She could see a new type of fire and emotion in his eyes. Before he had a chance to say anything, she moved back to his lips, using her tongue to trace the outline of his lips. He responded in earnest, opening his mouth to her, allowing their tongues to meet for the third time. Whatever he was thinking of when he pulled away was washed away by the mingling of their breaths.

The second time she moved her hips, he didn't move away, but instead pulled her against him. This time when their bodies met, she felt as if she was being dumped into cold water, causing a slight moan to be released from her throat.

She could feel that he was having a hard time holding on to her because she felt him moving backwards towards her bed. Julian must have misjudged the distance because he was soon falling backwards against the bed with Emma on top of him.

She enjoyed the new position as it allowed her to move her hips at a faster pace against him. Emma wasn't sure if the coil was continuing to wrap or if it was starting to unravel, but whatever was happening she didn't want it to stop.

He had other ideas. Breaking their kiss, he gently rolled them both over, so he was now on top. His voice was strained and husky, as if he had just been woken out of a deep sleep. "Emma..." It was a warning tone, she knew."Emma we shouldn't."

He might have tried to sound certain, but it didn't translate into his eyes. She knew he was enjoying this as much as she was, and wanted it to continue. He was simply being the responsible one as always. But she was tired of responsible.

"Blackthorn," she began, her voice commanding."Shut up, and move."

She could see his green eyes calculating again, considering exactly what she was asking of him. He laid there against her for so long, that she thought he would roll off, but instead he did as he was told. He developed a steady rhythm, moving his hips against hers, each thrust coming harder and stronger than the last. This time, when he said her name, it wasn't because of warning, but because of pleasure. He moved his lips towards her neck, gently sucking at the skin there.

The coil inside her seemed to be on fire now, and she moved her hips to meet each one of his thrusts. She moved her hands to his neck and moved his face to hers so she could capture his lips. Their kiss was no longer rushed but deep and slow and full of fire, full of life.

They had used words to describe their feelings, now it was time for their bodies to do the same.

You know when you are blowing up a balloon and you get it right at its limit, but you decide to put more air into it and the balloon breaks with such a force that makes you forget about everything for a moment? That was the only way Emma could think of describing the moment when the coil inside her finally unraveled.

Never in her life had she experienced such an intense pleasurable emotion spread throughout her entire body. It started at her midsection and spread both up and down at the same time throughout her. The reverberations hit her thighs, her knees, her toes, her arms, her eyes...her everything. It had spread so far in, that she felt it in her soul. The last time she felt an emotion that had reached into her soul was when her parents had died, but this was something else.

She felt him shudder against her a few seconds after, probably feeling the same reverberations through his body.

He didn't move away and she was glad. She loved the feel of his body covering hers, engulfing her in his essence. Years of Shadowhunter training hadn't prepared either of them for this type of exhaustion.

Emma wasn't sure how long they had laid there, trying to recuperate from what had just happened.

Eventually she felt him move away and she felt suddenly cold. He wasn't going anywhere too far though, because she saw him on his side, pulling her close to him in what she could only call a semi-hug.

"Emma, that was...you are...amazing," he had a hard time getting the words out as he was still catching his breath.

They had stayed like that for what seemed like hours, but in fact was a few moments. Eventually, she pulled away from her spot against his chest to look at him. If she wasn't smiling already, she would be at the sight of the boy in front of her. There was the peacefulness and happiness she had seen on his face earlier that morning. And to think, she was the reason behind it.

The only thing she could think of responding, for her brain was still suffering from a lack of oxygen, was "I love you."

"We have to find a way to deal with this during the day." He began, tracing up and down her arm in a most sensual of ways. "I'm all up for releasing whatever this is when we are here, but I'm not sure how I'll be able to go throughout the day without touching you. I was ready to explode today, Emma. I swear Uncle Arthur was going to have my head because I was so lost in the thought of kissing you that I didn't hear him talking. I could probably kiss you all day if I could."

"I know," she giggled. "I heard him yelling at you."

Though she was happiest she had ever been, she felt a small tear escape her eye.

He didn't make a motion to remove the tear though; instead he leaned in and kissed her gently. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

"No, of course not; you did anything but hurt me, Jules," she began shyly. "I don't think I've felt this alive in a while. It's just that...why does nothing ever work the way it should Jules?"

"Because then it would be too easy, nothing that's right is ever easy." He was too smart for his own good.

What had Uncle Arthur told her earlier? She had to move on – to find a way to move on and not let what was happening distract her from the important thing.

"Okay," a new determination filled her voice, "a system, we'll develop a system."

He licked his lips in interest. "What do you have in mind, fearless leader?"

"Well, if we are doing something and I want to kiss you, I'll scratch my ear or something, and if I want to take your hand or hug you, I'll scratch my eyebrow. And you'll do the same."

"Sure, but I have a feeling everyone will be thinking that I'm infected with all the scratching I'm going to be doing." He teased.

She laughed silently, putting a hand in his hair and ruffling it. She loved this part of him, the part that could settle her worries with a simple sentence.

"We'll just have to be careful to not be overly careful, you know? If we start acting too remote, people will notice something is up."

He nodded. "So we act as we've been doing, but if it's something extra then we go with your crazy plan."

"Crazy?" she mocked being hurt. "It's not crazy, its genius."

"Suuure, you are my little crazy mastermind."

She knew he didn't doubt her, but still she felt a bit uncertain of the whole thing. Needing to reassure herself, she pulled away from his embrace to look at him fully. "We'll make this work, Jules. I promise."

"I know," his voice was full of the certainty she needed. "We have to make this work, there is no alternative. I want this, Emma, all of this. I said we're forever, and I meant it. Nothing, not even some stupid old law is going to stand in the way."

His words sent a chill through her, different from the one before. There was nothing else left to say, so she snuggled back into him, feeling his arms wrap around hers.

It didn't matter what lied ahead - what was going to happen in the morning when they would have to put on their charade again – because now, right now, everything was as it should be, and that was all that mattered. Whatever they would face, they would face together. Like he said, they were forever, and nothing would stand in the way of that.

So there you go. I felt like they probably had a lot of unresolved tension that they needed to resolve.

At this point, I'm not sure if I'll be continuing this. If some magical divine intervention strikes me, I might continue or write another one, but at this point I'm not sure.

Many thanks to everyone who's Favorited/reviewed. Stay awesome, my friends!