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Chapter 2

When Jace opened his eyes for the second time that morning his first thought was to kiss Clary awake and perhaps repeat their little activity. His second thought was a single word. "shit" Clary would be mortified if she saw state of Jace's bed. Hastily, he tried to come up with a plan, but anything he could think of would wake the dreaming red head.

It didn't bother him, the blood, but he knew Clary would want to run away and hide, feel guilty for dirtying Jace's crisp sheets. Personally, he was more worried about how he'd wash them, and how to hide the bloodied fabrics from his prying siblings. Clary started to slur in his arms.

"hey, goodmorning," he whispered with a peck on her nose "I love you" a second kiss for her lips.
She smiled against his crocked mouth "goodmorning" she didn't really know what to say, she didn't know the protocol, however she did know that saying "thanks" probably wouldn't sit too well, and coming up with a sexy line would sound foreign in her voice. So she just smiled, sleep still filling her mind as she trailed a finger down Jace's chest, admitted her love for him and haltered when she saw the blood.

"don't panic, it's fine" Jace tried to calm her. She looked away, shy and guilty. "I..." she couldn't speak, for she could not stand the embarrassment.
"hey" Jace called her attention "I'd be more annoyed if there wasn't any blood" he assured her, a light laugh to his voice. "so you are annoyed"
"No, no, I'm not annoyed at you. I'm just annoyed that I have to pass everyone's rooms to get the the laundry" he suppressed a laugh and kissed her forehead.
"oh" she replied meekly "I'll help..." she began to peel herself from the bed and gathered the sheets hastily. She paused when she realised that Jace was just looking at her, frozen in his position in the bed. Then she realised she looked like she was about to cry. Or maybe it was her nakedness. Or the fact that blood was stained down the insides of her thighs...

It was a combination of all three that kept Jace's eyes on Clary's body. He wanted to take her and devour her again, but didn't want to take advantage. "Go take a shower, I'll clean this up, don't worry" he took the sheets from her slightly shaking hands, dumped them in a pile on the floor, pulled on his boxers and directed her to his pristine bathroom. Leaving her with a lingering kiss and a running shower he stalked off to the washing machine, his goal, to slip into the shower with Clary as soon as the drum started spinning the messy sheets, soaking them in water.