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A/N: Here is chapter 2! I have decided to continue this story, and I will update as often as possible! Please review for what you'd like to see happen and I will try make it :)

The next few days were long for Jem and I. We were too busy preparing for our trip to New York, that we had barely talked about anything but the situation of Valentine's son, Jonathan, who now goes by Sebastian, according to Jem. Since the day we reunited, all I had wanted to do was talk to him about us, and comfort him as I could still see he was troubled, but he hadn't seem very interested in that and kept the conversations casual. Jem and I had barely spent any intimate time together, only a few kisses before we went to sleep. There was only one bed in my apartment, and even though Jem valiantly said he'd sleep on the couch, we ended up sharing the bed. It was our first night together. It was late and I was restless at the thought of him in the other room, sleeping by himself on a small couch. I was about to get up to ask him to come sleep in the bed with me, when I heard his footsteps and the opening of the bedroom door. He told me he couldn't take his mind off me, and needed to see me immediately. I told him the same, as it was true for me too, and told him to come lay down next to me. Without hesitation, he did.

I respected that he had spent so many years without any proper human contact, that he might be nervous or self-conscious, but it was only me. His Tessa. No matter what he did, I would always love him just the same.
I was in my bedroom the night before we were to leave for New York; I was re-reading The Hobbit, which was one of my favourite books, when I started to hear a soft melody from the balcony. I set my book down and listened intently to the music that travelled into my room. It was quiet and smooth at first, then the instrument, which I recognised as a violin, got louder and rougher until the music suddenly broke off.
I got up from my bed, and headed to the balcony to investigate. I opened the glass doors and walked out into the cold night air. Leaning over the railing, with his violin and his bow, was Jem. His dark hair was lit with the moon's shine and he was wearing the sweatpants I had recently brought him, and a dark t-shirt. He hadn't turned when I came outside, and stood very still.

"Jem?" I walked towards him and stood beside him at the railing. He was staring at the moon, and didn't seem to blink when I said his name. "What you were playing was so beautiful, Jem, why'd you stop?"

He looked sideways at me and slightly smiled.

"I needed my muse," he smirked, "and now she's here." This definitely brought colour to my cheeks.

"I'm an inspiration for your music?" I stepped closer to him so my hand brushed his violin, and our arms rested against each other. He lifted his violin to his chin, and faced the moon again and started to play it. He moved his bow so carefully across the strings, and played a melody of sweet notes that wrapped me in their caress. I rested my head on his shoulder while he played and closed my eyes. I breathed in his scent of spices and moonlight and wrapped my arms around his torso. He continued to play such beautiful notes. My heart was beating faster and faster when I recognised what it was. He was playing my song.

When he stopped playing and put his violin and bow down, I still held onto his torso and kept my eyes shut. I felt his arms snake around me and I opened my eyes in response. He was looking down at me.

"You are the music in me, Tessa, as odd as that sounds."

I grinned, but my grin soon disappeared. Should I ask him about us? Where we stand? He sensed my disturbance and slightly pulled back.

"Do you have something you'd like to say?" He asked quietly. I nodded.

"Jem, do you want to have a relationship? Like a real one? Or are we just going to stay friends? I will understand if you want to just be friends after everything, and I am immortal so you might not want to have to deal with that, and I know I remind you of Will and I know that must be so hard but I just need to know if you want to continue," my mind was racing and I couldn't stop my words. "I know you still love me, and I love you also, but I know it can be hard when I'm a reminder of the life you once had, or could have had."

I closed my mouth and shut my eyes tightly, not wanting to see his expression.

I heard a sigh. "Tessa... open your eyes."

I obeyed. He was facing me and smiling.

"All I want is you, I don't care if we're married or just friends or whatever else," he took my hand and lead me back into the bedroom, closing the balcony door and placing his violin away, but his hand never left mine. We sat down on the bed together and he gently squeezed my hand.

"Whatever you want us to be, we can. Don't worry about being immortal, that won't change my mind, because I know what we have is as true as anything, since it has lasted for so long. As for Will," he inhaled, "like you said before, we'll learn to bear it together. As long as I'm with you, it'll be ok."
He exhaled then leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead before moving away from me and laying his head down on the pillow. I felt a twinge in my heart at the sound of Will's name.

"We have to get rest for our trip tomorrow, so I propose we sleep now, Tessa. Magnus would kill us if we kept him waiting by the portal."

I nodded and giggled in agreement, before moving to the other side of the bed and rested my face inches from his. He switched off the lights, so we were looking at each other in almost complete darkness. I could still make out the sharp edges of his cheekbones and his dark eyes. I had an urge to touch his face, so I did, and laid my palm on his jaw. He responded by loosely wrapping his arm around my waist.

"You are very beautiful," he breathed.

"You cannot talk, James," I replied before catching his lips with mine. We stayed there for a second, our lips pressed together, before he pulled me closer by my hips and our kiss deepened. I knotted my hands in his shirt, and he clumsily knocked our knees together, but I didn't care. Nothing could ruin being that close to him. After what felt like forever, we gently pulled our lips apart but stayed entwined in each other's bodies. Soon, his breath evened out and he was asleep. I smiled before closing my own eyes. Tomorrow I would be going to New York, my home, to meet the last Herondale.