xXxXxXxX One Day Called Fun XxXxXxXx

The Mortal Instruments Fan Fiction

Summary: How Jace and Clary spend their day.

Disclaimer: Cassandra Clare owns it all. I just owns this plot okay.

-Good Afternoon-

Xx Jace's POV xX

I opened my eyes slowly. I don't remember falling asleep at all. My body ached with tensed muscles. My hands are still around Clary like it was before we both fall asleep after our love making session this morning. I like the fact of her in my arms. It's like a declaration to the world that she is mine. I loved the feel of her steady breathing. It's just an awesome feeling to know that she is mine.

I drew my hands off her as gently as possible, caring not to wake her up because I bet that she would feel sore all over.

Our clothes were strewn across the floor. Damn, it was the messiest that my room had ever been. I picked up our clothes and threw them to the laundry basket in the bathroom. I picked up a fresh Bermuda shorts and put them on. I don't even bother to take a shower. Not that I was thinking that me and Clary would take a shower together or what.

Okay, okay you got me. I was thinking about that.

But, never mind though. I tried to be as quite as I possible as I was exiting my room but the goddamned door chooses to creak and slam. The worse part of it is that it never happened before. Luckily, Clary sleeps like a log so she did not even bother to stir in her sleep.

As I walked downstairs, the Institute is awfully quite. I was guessing that Isabelle is still asleep in her room, Alec is obviously at Magnus's, and Max had probably gone somewhere with Marys or probably was in his room. I went to the kitchen to make coffee. As I was waiting for the water to boil, I was thinking that I should make Clary some breakfast! Well, brunch actually. It is- oh, already noon. It is freaking 12 in the morning! I mean, noon. Damn. Sex could stir up everything and the best part about it stirring up everything is that you don't care.

But to think of it, there is no harm of making breakfast during the noon. There are no rules about the appropriate time to make- PANCAKES! Yes! That's it. I could make Clary some pancakes. I mean, how hard can making some pancakes be?

*15 minutes later*

"Okay here we go," I mumbled to myself as I attempted to flip my first pancakes. And.

*flips

"YES! Ummm…" I cried a shout of joy as my pancake-flipping works but I hate the way it looks. It looks so… inedible. Okay, maybe it was because this is my first attempt. Okay Jace, one more time! Do it for Clary! SECOND ATTEMPT AND ON! I announced in my head with a battle-roar like tone.

*13 failed pancakes later

"FINALLY! Oh finally I did it!" I screamed as soon as my first beautiful and palatable pancakes landed on the plate.

"Jace, what are you doing?" I turn around as soon as I heard that voice rang in my ear. There she is. Her beauty is unsurpassed. She stood before me, wearing only my black T-shirt and a confused look on her face. She looked dangerously sexy with crease of worries and confusion between her brows. Damn, I thought. I doubted that there are anything else is this world could be compared to her. She looks like an Angel now, A Very Fuckable Angel. She is my dear AVFA.

"Umm pancakes, for you" I said with a smile that I was pretty sure spelled 'childish-ness'.

"You make me pancakes?" there is a flash of i-don't-believe-this on her beautiful face.

"What does it look like to you?" I asked her back. And I saw that she was rolling her eyes at me with a stupid smile on her face and I am sure she was thinking 'so Jace'.

"Looks like it haven't works out." She said as a matter of factly. She was right.

"Come on, give me some credit, at least I got one that survived through my unskilled-in-cooking hand," I stated, annoyed, sort of maybe.

"One pancakes out off?" she asked me teasingly. Damn her.

"Umm, thirteen pancakes? Maybe,"

"Oh Jace you don't have to you know," she says coming up to me and hug me comfortingly.

"I just want to cook you breakfast,"

"Okay then, let's do it together," she suggested.

"That is a good idea. I am a sucker in the kitchen."

Xx 45 minutes later xX

"That was a good breakfast," she says. I give her a smile of approval.

"Except for the fact that it's not really breakfast" I stated monotonically.

"You mean-oh" she says as her eyes ran through the clock on the wall.

"You want to take a shower?" Did I just say that? Jace Wayland? Did you just say that?!

"Together?" she asked. Her eyebrows were raised in doubt or disbelieve, I don't know, it's in between maybe. Oh my how the Hell am I going to answer her?

Yes! Say yes to her! My inner demon argued.

"If you want to," OH MY GOD! JACE WAYLAND! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING?! SHE WAS PROBABLY SORE FROM LAST NIGHT AND EARLY THIS MORNING!

Good answer. My inner angel agreed. Damn him too. That was not a good answer!

"Umm yes-no-I mean yes-no," she stammered with her answer. Her cheeks are brushed with crimsons. I raised my eyebrow as if asking her for a solid answer. How the hell did I have the courage to even-Arggh! Fuck me. Fuck me I was dead, I saw my soul flying out of my body.

"You know that this is not an execution you know, you don't have to be scarred," I don't recognize my own voice. How could I sound so calm and soothing?! My insides stirred up with my own confusion.

"Y-yes I want to," she said, looking at me nervously with a shy smile plastered on her face. Even though, I know that her eyes was sending a mutual message to me that said 'Fuck me Jace! Please!'

I smiled at her and took her fragile hands into mine and lead her to our bedroom. Ours, those words sounded so foreign to me yet I would appreciate it as long as it means the both of us.

Xx Clary POV xX

We stepped in to the bathroom. My heart beat as fast as Hell. I was nervous but God knows how bad I yearned for him. I could and would never get enough of him. It was impossible. His body was so buff, he smelled like morning, his eyes was sparkling the most potent gold ever and he spelled 'irresistibly sexy'.

I stood on his shoulder-level and I felt his eyes on me, admiring me anew. I felt his hands on the hem of his shirt that I was wearing. My brain registered it as he was about to take off the goddamned piece of fabric that stood between me and him but his hands just stayed there. I looked up to him. His eyes looked into me as if asking my permission. I gave him a slight nod and he lifted the T-shirt off me and I stood there in front of him, naked. I heard him making a low moaning at the back of his throat. I didn't bother on his shirt since he weren't wearing any. His hands travelled from my hips to my sides. He caressed my breast slowly making me moan softly. I liked the way his slight pressure from his hands and warmth that his hands radiated to my chest.

"Clary, you are so perfect, I swore in the name of Angel that you are so beautiful and perfect," his voice was dripped with humbleness you would never thought you would hear from Jace Wayland. He makes me feel like I never know, so alien and beautiful.

"Jace-"

"Hush baby, don't doubt it" he cut me off and he kissed me softly on my lips. His tongue fondled mine so lovingly and his lips caressed mine. It wasn't long before our kiss became more fervent. He bit my lips erotically, turning me on even more than I was. I felt a pool of moisture between my legs; prove of what he does to me. This boy will be the death of me I swore.

He was about to move on to my neck but I stopped him.

"Let me please you Jace," I begged as I did earlier this morning. I really do want to please him.

"No, it's my turn," he argued softly to kiss my neck and sucked the skin there softly before biting my skin softly, marking his mark. I moaned his name as he does.

He turned on the shower and we continued kissing under the pouring water. Damn, this reminded me of the kissing-in-the-rain kiss from The Notebook. Damn you Jace.

I loved the way his hands were wrapped around my back, pressing my naked body toward his bare body. His shorts were soaked. He pinned me to the bathroom wall. He grinded his body toward mine and I could feel his erection pressing to my centre through his shorts. Oh God the way he feels on me is amazing but I wanted him inside me, NOW.

"Take off your shorts Jace," I told him to and he took off his shorts. As soon as he does I wrapped my legs around his waist.

His naked body was pressed toward mine and the pleasure was almost unbearable and he hasn't even been inside me yet. Both of us are insatiable toward each other. We just can't take our hands off each other, even the way we are looking at each other were like we are having sex as described by Maia.

"I want you Clary, God I want you Clary," Jace moaned breathlessly.

"Take me again Jace, take me please!" I pleaded and he entered me slowly still as if he were afraid that he would hurt me.

"Jace please faster, faster Jace," I pleaded to him.

"I don't want to hurt you," he groaned, holding back everything he got.

"I am not in pain, please Jace; give me your all,"

"Are you sure Clary?"

"Yes Jace, yes please take me how you want me!"

And with that he started to move faster in and out of me causing explosions of pleasure. He moved so swiftly inside me without hassle as if he was meant to do so in his life. In fact, I do think he was meant to do so. The feeling is so heavenly and beautiful. I liked how he felt inside me. He makes me feel complete and full and this feeling that he brought me is incomparable, the kind of feelings that only Jace Wayland can make me feel.

His weight was supported by his elbow. Even though, his body still brushed mine and I liked that spark of fireworks I felt every single time his body brushed mine as he moved inside and out of me. Even the trickle of water from the shower couldn't put out the fire between us. His bed rocked with our movement, the air around us was filled with the sound of us moaning and humidity that were caused by our breathing. The glass door of the bathroom is fogged from the heat.

Not long then his breathing was ragged and I knew that he was close to the climax and I could feel that I was near to my point of ecstasy. My lips were chanting his name breathlessly. His pace increased suddenly for a few thrust before he stilled and I felt his explosions inside me and he moaned my name out loud. For a moment I was scared that the Lightwoods could hear us. Soon as he did, I came as well, screaming his name to my release. As I do, I almost swore in the name of the Angel that I saw fireworks at the back of my eyelid.

We stayed in our position to ease up our breathing. I straightened my legs and my legs felt like it was made of jelly as the pang of orgasm was still there.

Then Jace took my face in his hands and kissed me passionately as if to say thank you. The kiss was passionate but it contained pure and uncountable love he felt for me.

"I love you Clarissa Fray," he whispered to my ear.

"I love you too Jace Wayland," I felt his smile at the crook of my neck as he buried his face there.

-The end of Good Afternoon-

A/N there you go! I hope you guys like this one. I am working on Good Evening so look out for it. By the way guys, please review my story please! I need some motivation and I could accept any comments, bad or good to help me improve my writing. Thank you for spending you time to read this and by the way, don't forget to check out my MagnusXAlec fanfic on this link Warning: Sex scene between Malec. So, you have been warned.