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Edit - Thanks to everyone who pointed out that the third chapter had stuffed up, hopefully this update will work properly.

My dream was abruptly interrupted at the banging on the hotel door. I groaned loudly and flung a pillow over my face, hoping that it would drown out the persistent banging. It didn't. Apparently Jace felt the same way because I heard his grunt and muffled "I'm bloody coming you inconsiderate bastards," before the door swung open. I didn't even get a chance to guess who was there as there was suddenly a person jumping onto the double bed, lying on top off me and ripping the pillow off with practiced ease.

"Good morning Mrs. Herondale!" Isabelle squealed in my ear, sitting up in excitement and bouncing the bed up and down.

"Izzy! It's seven am what the hell are you doing up?" I had not had enough sleep to deal with her hyper-active morning personality.

"It's time to face the day sweetcheeks! And speaking of sweetcheeks, have you seen your husband's ass? Holy crap that man is fine."

I blushed, seriously hoping Jace hadn't heard that – though, knowing the size of the small hotel room we shared and that Izzy left the door open, I knew he had.

"Shutup Iz," I whispered furiously, shoving her off my frame she had been sitting on. She spooned up behind me, propping her head on one hand.

"So, how was the wedding night?" She asked cheekily with a waggle of her eyebrows.

"Rather pleasant if I do say so myself. I can't turn down a good game of scrabble," Jace answered as he walked through my room to the bathroom. "Morning Clary," he added with a wink. I looked up at him and froze, mouth gaping like a fish. He was walking casually in only boxers, a towel slung over his shoulder. My early assessment was correct. Hot. Damn. He appeared to be going for an 'Adonis' look and he completely pulled it off. His muscles were all smooth and defined, not an ounce of fat to be seen. And trust me I looked. I continued looking, my lips slightly parted as he closed the bathroom door and I heard the sound of water turn on.

My mouth stayed open.

"Clary, please, for the love of all that is holy tell me 'playing scrabble' is code for something much, much more fun."

I shook my head sheepishly, gesturing to the corner of the room where Scrabble was sticking out of my open suitcase.

"Oh my god." Izzy flopped back onto her back with a strangled moan. "Oh my god, my best friend is an absolute – Clary! Did you even see his ass? His abs? His smile, his eyes, his hair that falls perfectly around his face, those beautiful, defined –"

"Izzy snap out of it! You're literally married to Simon."

"Oh, yeah. Right. I know. But come on! You had the chance of a lifetime to finally experience the joys of sexual pleasure, and you play scrabble. Scrabble."

"Yeah, I know what the game's called you don't need to repeat it. And I just met the man, I'm not going to jump straight into bed with him!"

"Why not? People do it all the time. Please tell me you at least kissed, played an interesting if not slightly dirty game…"

I shook my head. "The producers said to bring something you enjoy and can share…he asked what I brought and we kinda just played it."

"Did you at least both sleep in here?"

I averted my gaze from the disappointment I could feel radiating off of my best friend.

"You are literally impossible Clary, impossible."

"Shower's free," Jace commented casually, walking out (thankfully fully dressed) with a cloud of steam billowing out behind him.

I ignored Isabelle who was still pouting and gathered my clothes and toiletries from my suitcase, escaping into the bathroom with a relieved sigh.

The two days quarantined to the hotel passed rather quickly. Jace and I were slowly getting to know each other, as well as the other couples who were here. Apart from Izzy and Simon there were Maia and Jordan, Kaelie and Aline, Magnus and Sebastian, Emma and Julian, Gabriel and Cecily and then Gideon and Sophie joined earlier this evening. I had actually met a few of the people prior to the days we spent at the hotel – I blame the producers and their decision to choose all under thirties from the same county.

Jace knocked on the door to the bedroom, "You almost ready Clary? We're supposed to be leaving nowish."

It was like nine thirty, and we'd just finished the tedious formal dinner that had been required of us where we were to meet everyone 'officially' on camera. The best part of the evening was watching Simon and Isabelle pretend they only had about three days of history, not the years of history they actually had. It was a tedious line for my limited acting skills as well, and I saw that Jace was trying very hard to pretend he wasn't protective over his cousin Cecily, as per Wills orders.

"Alright, I think I'm ready," I announced with a flourish and flung the door open. "How do I look?"

Jace did a once over and swallowed heavily. "Beautiful," he murmured, moving closer slowly until I could see the flecks of gold in his eyes, feel the warmth of his breath. "Just one thing," he murmured again in the trance like state we were in.

I held my breath as he leaned in closer, his hand sliding around to cup the back of my neck. My breath hitched, but it was a surprise when his other hand joined the first one in my hair, and carefully pulled apart the bun I had constructed. My hair spilled over my shoulders and around my back in smooth waves, and I leaned into the hand Jace was pulling through my curls.

"You look beautiful with your hair down Clary," he murmured once more before carefully connecting our lips together. It was one of only three kisses over the past two days, and I relished in it. His lips tasted distinctively of peppermint and chocolate, his cologne filling my senses with an undoubtedly manly, spicy scent. He carefully parted my lips with his tongue and my own met his, while his hand trailed down my side to grip my hip firmly.

"Clace hurry up lets go!"

Unfortunately our moment was interrupted by Izzy, again, banging on the door, and I knew if we didn't head out she would break the door down to come in. I glanced back at Jace, my eyes conveying my apology for my best friend but I was met with a gaping Jace.

"Jace?"

"Did she just call us Clace? As in give us a ship name?"

I giggled, "I don't know if I should be more surprised that she gave us one or that you know what that is."

This time, for the first time of our acquaintance, Jace looked faintly embarrassed. "I was a…fanboy. All throughout high school."

I paused in my action of digging out my lipstick from my purse. "Come again?"

"Never mind, it was-"

"You were a fanboy? Not the football captain I was picturing?"

He flushed again. "I was the football captain, yes, just a self-proclaimed fanboy in my spare time."

I laughed loudly, not even trying to hide the humor I found in this situation. Maybe the powers that be, aka the producers who selected our pairing, actually knew what they were doing. Jace looked slightly put out over my reaction, and in realizing I wouldn't stop anytime soon dragged me to the door where Izzy had started banging again.

"I swear to god, if you two don't get your arses out here in – oh. You're here. Excellent, let's go."

It would have been a strange sight, sixteen fully grown adults sneaking out of a hotel like teenagers on a field trip. Successfully avoiding any hotel workers who knew the situation, and knew we weren't supposed to leave, we hurried out the doors and into the New York air. The street was lively and bustling, restaurants of various cuisines filled to the brim, desert carts selling the 'best waffles in New York' attracting their own crowds, and then the nightclubs with the early-going customers beginning the night off.

We somehow agreed without any major arguments to go to a bar down the street that was showing the Lakers game on a large TV. We pushed to the bar and with a messy clink of shot glasses, began our night with vodka.

The night ended six hours, four taxi trips, three clubs and countless drinks later, when a producer who was evidently also enjoying their last night of freedom caught me and Izzy dancing on a table together. They weren't impressed. Neither was Camille, when at four am we stumbled into our hallway where she stood arms crossed with an angry glare, dressing gown on and hair rollers in.

"What on earth were you all thinking!? Get to bed."

We were all pretty damn smashed, so moved on account of our excitement of passing out in our beds rather than her threats. I pulled the key card from my purse and on the fourth try managed to get it in the slot correctly, and then with Jaces help pushed the door open. He promptly pushed me up against said door, effectively closing it, with his lips attached to my neck.

"Baby, I need you." We had spent the better part of the last two clubs grinding against each other in the middle of the dancefloor so it was no wonder he was so horny.

"Jace, honey, just…" I trailed off as his lips found a particularly sensitive spot behind my ear and he proceeded to kiss it within an inch of my life.

When I was effectively a puddle at his feet, he returned his lips to mine and hoisted me up so my legs were wrapped around his waist, my hand finding a hold in his hair.

"Oh my god it's so soft," I groaned out nearly incoherently, tugging it various ways and running my hands through it thoroughly.

"I could tell you something that's definitely not soft, baby," he growled in my ear seductively. I'm not entirely sure if it was the words or way he spoke them, but that sentence had me dissolving into giggles. Like the uncontrollable, delirious, hiccupping kind. He dumped me on the bed with a pout, but when that only made me laugh harder he started laughing himself and laid down beside me.

We passed out soon after that.

The phone was incessant and annoying. Persistent and deafening. Head-ache inducing. Had that damn phone not gone off I would have slept for a solid twenty four hours more.

"What?" I answered grumpily, already cocooning myself back into the bed and doona. Until my actions caused the bed to move and I remembered with a start that I wasn't the only person who had slept in here. I jerked away, landing on the floor with a thud. Jace snorted at me in laughter.

"Clarissa, you and Jonathon are due down in the lobby in about an hour. From here on out you will be filmed so please," Camille's voice sounded strained and stressed, "do not look hungover. Even though you undoubtedly are. Breakfast will be delivered to your room for today."

I gave her a non-comital groan in response.

"Clarissa!" she screeched, unfortunately waking me up completely.

"Yes, I know, bye."

The line went dead and I, resigned to my state, laid on the floor.

"Clary why are you still on the floor?" Jace asked sleepily, snuggling into the fluffy comforter.

I heaved myself up onto the bed – not an easy feat given my pounding headache, and cocooned myself once again in the blankets. "I'm not anymore."

He turned slowly to face me and I was treated with a sleepy half smile, eyes barely awake. "I can see that. What was the call for?"

"Camille. We have to be in the lobby in an hour."

"Huh."

"Mmhmmm."

Half an hour later we were still in bed, delaying the inevitable cold air and reality. Jace had scooted over to me and was playing with the ends of my hair, gently tugging them and twirling them around his finger.

"So, last night was fun."

"You could say that."

"Oh I definitely say that. Until someone went and had a laughing fit, it could have been a very enjoyable night."

I flushed at the reminder. "Look, Jace. We haven't really discussed this yet…but…" I couldn't find a way to say what I wanted eloquently.

"You're a virgin." He stated it so plainly that I did a double take. Was I acting in a way that was obvious? Was I a bad kisser? Was my dancing a giveaway last night? "And before you start analyzing every action, I heard you and Izzy talking the other day."

"Oh." That should have been obvious. "What would have…what was going to…happen last night?"

Jace peered at me through his impossibly soft hair that had fallen slightly into his eyes. "Not sex, unless you had wanted to. But even then you were pretty drunk so I wouldn't have gone past fooling around. How far we do or don't go, is completely up to you. I don't know if you haven't because you haven't found the right guy or because you want to wait until marriage," I snorted at that, "but it's your choice and I promise I won't pressure you." He said it so seriously that I had to believe him, and in thanks leaned over to kiss his lips softly.

"Thanks Jace."

He smiled and moved his hand from my hair to lightly trail over my jaw, before placing a lingering kiss on the corner of my mouth. The sweet moment was interrupted by Izzy barging in, throwing the bedroom doors wide open, a yawning Simon behind her.

"Let's go Clace, time to face the day and seize the moment!"

"Izzy, go away." I realized that she was actually right, we had to be downstairs in twenty minutes – didn't mean I wanted to get up. She stood there with her arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently.

"Fine, fine." I muttered, stumbling out of bed and moving to find clothes from my suitcase. I noticed the tapping stopped and I looked up, only to find Izzy gaping at me in shock.

"Clarissa Morgenstern what the hell are you wearing? Has it finally happened, are you officially a woman?"

I looked down in wonder, and immediately realized what she was making a fuss about – I had only my underwear and bra on.

"Jace!" I snapped. So much for his sweet speech about me controlling the pace of our physical relationship.

"I woke up at one point and you looked super uncomfortable, all twisted up in your dress so I helped you take it off. Not an easy feat when drunk and uncoordinated if I do say so myself. Also, Izzy, I think I prefer Jary. It flows better." With that he rolled off the bed, and waltzed into the bathroom, effectively ending the conversation.

Camille's makeup was being sweated off in droopy blobs of concealer and foundation falling down her face. Her berry red lips were also looking rather dry, the smile from behind them forced. But, we were on camera thus necessitating her composure.

She showed us happily around, showing each of us our own villa complete with outdoor spa and ensuite, followed by the main lodge for eating and hanging out. The entire village was set up about 100 meters off of the beach, and I couldn't help but think this whole circus was worth it for the view alone.

"And this, newlyweds will be the kitchen you will all share and take turns cooking –" Camille's monologue was interrupted by retching sounds from Aline. Poor girl caught some horrible bug nearly the minute she stepped of the plane and couldn't control her vomiting, if the state of the sink was anything to go by. Camille wrinkled her nose and screeched "CUT!"

We all groaned, instantly letting go of our partner's hand. It was nearly unbearably hot in Fiji, and the crew claimed this tour of the villa would set our season up for failure or success. So it had to be perfect. This was the fourth time Jace and I had to look deeply into each other's eyes and smile gently at each other as we were shown the view from the balcony. It was also the fourth time that Izzy and Simon had to stage a cute splashing war poolside, and each take it was getting harder and harder for them to only splash a little bit and look carefree whilst doing so.

The producer came over, assistant beside him holding out a tropical drink with a straw and umbrella.

"Okay, so that take was good enough," his voice was gruff and largely uninterested, "just redo the kitchen and dining area then head back to the pool bar for 'welcoming party'. SADIE!"

'Sadie' appeared looking annoyed and exasperated, angrily cleaning out the sink. Our places were reset, and Camille wiped yet more sweaty makeup off of her face before smiling and putting on the show they wanted.

My hand was again clasped within Jace's, but I didn't mind too much. It was actually quite nice, aside from the sweat that had built up between our skin in the heat. Maybe this wouldn't be terrible.

A/N thanks for the reviews, they're much appreciated. Also, last chapter I asked for TV recommendations, and someone said Greys Anatomy. I kinda love and hate you - I've binge watched up to season 12, however this might have been at the expense of my year 12 exams. Anyway, thanks.

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