Jace's POV

She was sorry? She was sorry? She had invited Simon over to rant about our sex life, then cut me off during sex because I mentioned Simon? I can't believe her. Sometimes I wonder if she would break like a small child if I shook her. She is so fragile.

I sat down angrily on the couch. I wanted her to come in here and sit with me, talk things over and get through this, but I couldn't ask her to. What would that make me? "The boy never cried, again" Echoed in my head, as did the saying that I held close to my heart, "To love is to destroy." Simon had no business in Mine and Clary's sex life, and she knew that. Why did she insist on talking things over with him.

I heard movement from the hallway and looked over to see my wife, standing in the foyer. Her red hair was a wild tangle, and she was wearing her tank top and shorts that drove me crazy. Her cheeks were red and chapped, and she looked like she had been crying. "I'm sorry," she whispered. She was just loud enough that I could hear her, but her voice cracked, and I thought my heart was going to split in two.

"Come here," I whispered, holding out my arms. She moved slowly across the room, and sat on my lap, allowing me to enclose her in my arms. "I'm sorry," I whispered into her red hair. She nodded, and nesteled her face into the crook of my neck, in a way that made me twitch. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Jace Herondale," she whispered.

My heart skipped a beat, as it always did when she said my name.

I hadn't meant to be so rough with her earlier, and now I meant to be gentle.

I rubbed my hand up her back and into the tangle of red hair. I pulled her towards me softly, and touched my lips to hers gingerly. My free hand moved to the small of her back, pulling her closer to me. She moved away from me, but only enough to adjust herself so that she was straddling my legs. Her fingers found their way to my hair, and tangeled themselves in my hair. It was a feeling that I loved, but not as much as I had enjoyed her whipping me. That had been magical.

I grabbed at the waistband of her shorts, and tugged them off of her.

And we spent that night on the couch. Doing things we hadn't done since our wedding night, and falling in love over and over again.