A/N: I'm sorry it took me so long to update! I just got back to school, and I have been crazy busy. This is the first time in two weeks I've been able to just sit down.

So I changed my mind on the rating for those of you who didn't see. I agree that I was just being paranoid.

Special thanks to my beta HeronFrayWood

There is some underage drinking in this chapter, so that's a thing.

Anyways please enjoy!

Jace stood in front of the mirror, pulling at his collar. No, he shook his head, peeling the shirt over his head. That wasn't the shirt. He grabbed another and shrugged it on his shoulder. No! This had to be perfect, and this shirt wasn't perfect. His top was again thrown off, as he searched through the closet.

"You're just going to the club with Alec. Why are you stressing about your shirt?" Clary rolled onto her side, facing him.

"I'm going out without you for the first time in over a year. This night has to be amazing, and I'm going out with two gay guys. I don't want to get judged." He flipped through the hangers, wondering which color would be the best to wear.

"You know Alec, he won't care," Clary assured him, as she climbed to her feet.

"But Magnus will." He looked at his wife, who was now standing at the door opened. She rolled her eyes at him, leaning against the door frame.

"Is Magnus even going to be there?" She asked, crossing her arms.

"I don't know." He shrugged, grabbing another shirt. She looked at him like he was an idiot, and he didn't understand why. Why did it matter if he wants to look nice for Magnus? "Alec! Is Magnus going to be there tonight?" She yelled into the common area. She put her finger up, waiting for his best friend's response.

"No, his cat, Chairman Meow, is sick." Alec called back to them.

"See, you don't need to worry." She strode over to him, grabbing a shirt off the hanger. "Wear this one." She smiled, handing it to him. She grabbed hold of the hem of his jeans, pulling her to him. "Don't let some hussy grind up on you. This butt is mine." She teased, kissing the center of his chest.

"Don't worry. You have the only butt I want on me." He grinned at her, leaning down to brush his mouth against her.

"The way you said that sounds so gross." She giggled, as he drew away from her.

"It's true, though," He laughed, slipping the white button up over his shoulders. He sat on the bed, tugging on his socks.

"I love you." She straddled his hips, resting in his lap. He hummed in response, as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "You sure you don't want to stay here with me? I'll miss you so much." She pecked his lips playfully, running her hands down his chest.

"Baby." He whined quietly. Even though Jace knew she was fooling around, that didn't mean he had enough willpower to turn her down

"I'm getting off." She smiled, connecting their lips once more before someone cleared their throat in the doorway. Clary climbed off of her husband, letting her husband leave her for most of the night.

"Keep your door closed if you two are... Fraternizing." Alec glanced between the two. Jace's face turned bright red, as he scratched his neck. Clary blushed slightly, curling her legs underneath herself. He was just teasing, and, of course, Alec walked in. He knew that she would miss him. They have hardly been apart since they got married, so this was kind of a big step for them. He couldn't remember the last time that either one of them went to bed alone. "Are you ready? Let's go." Alec gestures out the door. Jace followed him into the living room, grabbing his wallet and keys.

"Hey, where are you two going?" Simon asked from the couch.

"Guy's night." Jace smiled over at his best friend, feeling his chest full with excitement. This guy's night was just what he needed. They obviously had to spend more time together because Alec felt the need to keep a new boyfriend to himself. Jace always knew that he was gay. He was one of the first people that Alec told, but he didn't know about Magnus until they had been dating about a month. They needed to reconnect, which was what tonight was about. He pursed his lips, realizing that he could be making too much of this. He couldn't help it though. He missed just chilling with his best friend.

"Oh cool, could I go?" Simon paused his movie, getting to his feet.

"No." Alec deadpanned, as he pocketed his keys and wallet.

"Why not? I'm a guy." Simon furrowed his brow, feeling left out.

"Not one of us guys." He said derisively, as he walked to the door.

"What does that mean?" Simon exclaimed, pushing his glasses back up his nose.

"This..." Alec gestured between himself and Simon. "We aren't friends. You are my best friend's wife's best friend. That does not make us friends." He sneered.

"Simon, I want to spend some time with my platonic life partner. You can come next time, ok?" Jace suggested, knowing that he might get in trouble for not standing up for his wife's friend.

"Platonic life partner?" Alec gave Jace a strange look, to which Jace responded with a happy smile. "Ok, platonic life partner, let's go." He exhaled a long breath, walking out the door, and down the stairs.

OoOoO

They arrived at the club, and Jace was waiting patiently in the passenger seat as Alec attempted to find a parking space. He finally found a spot a couple of blocks away, and they clamored out onto the street.

"How are things with Magnus?" Jace tucked his hands into his pockets.

"Pretty good. We are going on a date next weekend. He got us tickets to a Broadway show, which I am kind of dreading, but he said that we could go to Taki's afterwards." He shrugged his shoulders, as they made their way across the street.

"You know, oddly enough, I really enjoy those types of dates. We get to dress up, and feel like actual adults," Jace explained, before they entered the club.

"You don't feel like an adult?" Alec chuckled, as they made their way up to the VIP section of the building. The music was loud of enough to feel the beat, but quiet enough to hear each other without screaming.

"No, I feel like a toddler playing wedding," He snorted, climbing up on a bar stool.

"That sucks." He gestured for the bartender to walk over to them.

"Two beers." Jace said before Alec had the chance to order. Alec knit his eyebrows at him, giving him a questioning look. The bartender walked down to another group of people.

"Don't you want to be in law enforcement? Underage drinking is against the law." Alec murmured, putting his hand on the glass.

"He didn't card us, so we aren't doing anything wrong. I'm getting all this illegal stuff out of the way before I'm an agent." He chuckled, sipping the drink.

"You are an idiot." Alec shook his head with a smile as he drank his beer.

OoOoO

Jace was an idiot. He didn't know this at the time, obviously, because he got face smashed drunk. His words were slurred, his steps were off balance, and he was giggling like a moron. Alec wasn't much better, but at least he wasn't giggling. "No man, like seriously, Clary is j-just the greatness. Like I love her with all my chest." Jace stuttered, leaning against the bar.

"All your chest? That doesn't make sense?" Alec snorted, feeling himself swaying slightly.

"You know what I mean!" His voice was louder than anticipated, but he didn't care. "I hope Magnus fills up your chest. You seem so elated with him." He exclaimed, patting his platonic life partner's knee.

"He does fill my chest." He nodded, continuing to nurse his beer.

"That great, men, just great." Jace closed his eyes, feeling so overcome with happiness for his closest friend. He inhaled a deep breath through his nose, trying to compose himself.

"I know I haven't always been the nicest to your little hooker girl, but she's really great for you." Alec for once complimented his wife, yet he insulted her at the same time. Jace was far too gone to make the difference them.

"Don't call her hoofer." He stumbled through the words, poked Alec's chest. As a result, he almost fell out of his seat. "I love that woman. She is my life blood." He put his hand over his heart. "I want to get something that will permititly show my great fanciness for her!" He yelled, staggering to his feet.

"What can do that?" Alec squinted his eyes, trying to think hard about what he could do.

"A tattoo!" He hopped slightly, falling against the bar.

"Yeah." Alec agreed, nodding his head. "There is a place down the road. Let's go."

The two boys bumbled out of the club, knowing they needed to at least try to look sober. They don't want a cop to slap them with a public intoxication ticket, along with underage drinking. They found the place with ease, and entered immediately and with a purpose.

"I want a tattoo." He announced, putting his fist determinedly on the front counter

"Why else would you come in here?" The girl behind the counter put her feet on her desk, popping her gum at the two boys.

"Piercing?" Alec suggested hesitantly.

"Do you want a piercing?" The girl raised her eyebrows at Alec, as he wrinkled his eyebrows.

OoOoO

Jace grunted awake, inhaling a deep and sharp breath. He felt like he had been hit by train. Why did he drink so much? He was such an idiot. He realized that he was spread across the whole bed, while Clary was curled in a ball in the corner. He adjusted himself, pulling her against him. She released a sigh of relief resting her head on his shoulder.

"Ow!" He flinched, feeling pressure on his arm.

"Huh?" Clary murmured, pushing head up.

"My arm feels like super sore." He whispered, looking over at it. "Oh my gosh." His eyes widened when he saw the sight before him.

"What?" She rubbed her eyes, sleepily sitting up. "What is that?!" She exclaimed, seeing the permanent ink in his arm. Jace groaned, clapping his hands to his face. What has he thinking? He shook his head, as Clary snaked her arm around his lower arm. "You didn't get that on purpose, did you?" She murmured, kissing his neck lightly.

"No," He grumbled, dropping his hands. Clary sighed, looking at the markings along his arm. "What is it?" He looked down at her, watching her eyes glaze over at it.

"My name." She grinned faintly, running her fingers across it lightly. "With a Celtic knot looping around it." She tangled their fingers together, gazing up at her.

"Do you like it?" He questioned awkwardly, ruffling his hair with his other hand.

"I don't love it, but it could have been worse." She turned his head to face her, pecking his lips lightly. "Hold me?" She breathed, leaning against his side. He wrapped his arms around her, sinking into the pillows. "I missed you last night," She whispered, putting her arms over his. He smiled at her words, kissing her head lightly. "You are an annoying drunk person." She giggled softly, resting her eyes. Jace hummed in agreement, feeling his head thumb with a migraine.

"Sorry, I hogged the bed last night," He murmured, closing his eyes.

"I'm a small person, it's ok," She snickered, mingling both of their hands together.

"Sorry I got a tattoo," He snorted, squeezing her body lightly.

"You're just lucky it wasn't like barb wire or a different girl's name." Her laughter filled the room, warming his heart. He could feel himself succumbing to some much needed rest. "Jace?" Her voice was soft, checking to see if he was awake, but he didn't respond. He was too tired. He felt like crap. Even though his wife could bring up his spirits, he still felt like his head was spinning. She shifted out of his arms, putting her lips to his forehead.

"I love you." His voice came out as a hoarse whisper.

"I know." She ran her fingers through his hair locks, scratching his scalp tenderly before crawling out of their bed. He felt the sleep sit heavily in his head, so he let it overcome him.

OoOoO

Jace slumped out of his room, feeling so hung over he didn't know what to do with himself. Aspirin. He needed Aspirin. He opened the medicine cabinet in the kitchen, dry swallowing the pills that relieve him from the worst headache he's ever had. His arm was throbbing, which didn't make him feel any better. He opened the fridge, hoping to find some leftovers, but they had already been eaten. He sighed, grabbing cereal from the counter, as Alec shuffled out of his room. His hair was sticking in all directions, and he didn't bother to put on a shirt like he normally did. Alec reached for a bowl, picking up the cereal after Jace.

"Did you know I got a tattoo last night?" He grumbled, spooning his breakfast into his mouth.

"Aww, man, that sucks." Alec ruffled his hair, turning towards his friend. Jace's eyes widened when he saw his friends face. "What?" Alec glared at him for staring at him like that.

"You got an eyebrow piercing!" He exclaimed, maneuvering his best friends head to look in the reflection on the microwave.

"What?!" He yelled, seeing that half of his eyebrow had been shaved off and replaced with an piercing. "I can't believe they did this to us! We were obviously intoxicated. I should sue them for doing this to my face!" Alec slammed his fist on the counter, playing with it.

OoOoO

Later that day, after Alec settled down, Jace lounged in the living room, watching tv with the rest of house. Clary was in the bathroom, taking a shower to wipe all the paint away from her skin and hair. She was rather messy when it came to her paintings. He asked to join her as a joke, but all of their roommates started getting at him about their sex life being private. Technically it is private in the bathroom, but no, that's a 'public' space, which means it isn't private. He sighed, propping his arm behind his head. What were they even watching? He flinched, hearing his phone go off.

"Hello," He answered, bringing it to his ear

"Hello, this is Jace Herondale, correct?" The man over the phone asked.

"Yes, this is. How may I help you?" He looked strangely at his roommates, wondering who was calling.

"This is Hodge Starkweather from the campus police. I'm calling you to let you know that at this time we cannot hire you. You show a lot of promise in law enforcement, but a few other men, who have more experience, got hired ahead of you."

"Oh." Jace felt his heart drop because now he was unemployed. He had loans to pay off, rent that was due, and he had to refill the tank in his truck.

"I kept you in the running for a while, but at this time, we need more experienced people. Do you want me to keep your resume in the loop for the next time we are hiring?" He asked.

"Yeah, um... Thanks for considering me." He racked his hand into his locks, trying to work out how long they had before they were living paycheck to paycheck.

"Bye." The man hung up the phone, and Jace immediately got to his feet.

"What's going on?" Alec asked, but Jace didn't respond. He actually didn't even hear them. He stepped inside the bathroom, running his hand down his face.

"Are you here to take a dump this time?" Clary snorted from the shower, poking her head out to see him.

"What?" He furrowed his brow slightly, not understanding what she meant. "No, I'm not-" He paused, remembering the other morning. "I'm not doing that." He huffed, putting his hand in her hair.

"What's wrong?" She pulled the curtain back further.

"I didn't get the job. Clary, I am unemployed. I haven't even applied anywhere else. They made it sound like I was hired for sure. Why would they do that? Starkweather said that the job was practically mine, but they gave it someone else," He stammered, feeling his mind spiral. "Rent is due next week. Our car insurance bill is in two weeks. We need to fill up the tank. What are we going to do?" He felt so panicked. He needed that job. His heart was racing in his chest, as he finally leaned against the sink. He dropped his head into his hands, trying to work out how long they could go before being completely broke, when he felt two small arms wrap around his waist. He looked down, seeing his wife, who was hugging him. "What are you doing? You're soaking wet." He held his arms away from her, feeling the warm water seep into his clothes.

"I don't care. You need me." She held him even tighter, and he gave up on fighting it. He put his arms around her, resting his cheek on her head. He released a large breath, closing his eyes. He felt the tense slowly leave his shoulders. "We are going to be fine," She whispered several minutes later.

"You don't know that," He murmured, as she drew away from him.

"Let's go to the room, and we can work this out, ok?" She cupped his cheek slightly, bringing his gaze to hers.

"Ok." He whispered, feeling so thankful for his wife. She kept him so grounded. She wrapped a towel around herself, leaving the bathroom. He followed a step behind her, as they made it to their room. He sat on the bed, playing with his fingers. She pulled on one of his large t-shirts and some underwear.

"Ok, so where should we start?" She crossed her legs underneath her, leaning against his side. She rubbed his arms soothingly, waiting for him to talk.

"Rent is next week." He murmured, looking over at her.

"We have enough for rent." She nodded, propping her chin on his shoulder.

"But there is a bunch of other stuff we need for school and the car and grocery-" He started to go on a tangent, but Clary shushed him gently. She stroked his hair lightly, taking a deep breath.

"Everything will work out, Jace. I know you are worried, but there are other jobs. I can pick up a couple more shifts at Michael's, and we can walk a couple blocks or carpool to school, and we can eat less take out." She hummed, kissing his jaw lightly. "We have enough money saved to live three months without a job. Remember we calculated that?" She assured him, ruffling her fingers through his hair. He released a large breath. "It's late. Why don't we lie down and start trying to sleep?" She suggested softly, continuing to hold onto his arm.

"Ok." He bit his lip, glancing back at the pillows.

They both crawled around, settling next to one another. They turned on their sides, facing their partner. Clary tangled her legs with his, as she mingled their fingers together. They were so close that their noses were almost touching. He savored this moment. She seemed so pure and complete. He was full of worry, and she could lay in front of him free of anxiety. It didn't feel real. He glanced down, hating that that thought crossed his mind. This was real. He had to remind himself all the time. He hated that he felt like this wasn't real, but he couldn't help it. He went from captain of the football team to husband in three seconds flat. He didn't regret it. It was just so hard sometimes.

"You're thinking too hard," She whispered, moving her hand to brush his hair back from his face. "I told you we would be fine." She hummed, leaning in to kiss him gently.

"That's not what I'm thinking about." His voice was hoarse, as he spoke.

"What were you thinking about?" She questioned, propping her head on her arm.

"Does-" He paused, not really know how to explain it to her. "Does it ever feel like we are faking it?" He asked, looking into her bright green eyes.

"What do you mean?" She spoke softly.

"Like we aren't really married. I just feel like all of this is slipping through my fingers sometimes, and I don't know what to do." He breathed, soothing his hand over her waist. He wanted to feel her under his fingers.

"I used to." She sighed. "When we lived with my mom. How could I not? We were in my childhood bedroom. I would wake up sometimes after you, and I would be worried that I dreamt the whole thing. Then I would see your clothes scattered on the ground or smell your scent in the pillows." Her fingers brushed against the nape of his neck, curling her fingers around the locks. "But not anymore." She breathed, bumping their noses together slightly.

"I want it to feel real all the time." He took a shaky breath, closing his eyes.

"It is real all the time." She mused, holding his cheek. He sighed, wanting to feel closer to her. He wanted to feel her against every fiber of his being.

"I need you." He begged almost silently. She put her lips lightly to his, burying her nails into his locks. He brought her leg over her hip, pulling her against himself. She rolled him onto his back, sliding her hands up his torso. He gripped her wet hair, deepening the kiss. She held the rim of his shirt, dragging it upwards. He panted heavily, as she kissed his chest. He pulled her shirt over her head, soothing his hands over her slim waist, which made his wife shiver. He liked this view of her. She was like an angel. She started to reach over to the bedside table, but he grabbed her wrist.

"What?" Clary glanced over at him, obviously confused about why he was stopping her.

"I- we-" He paused, taking a deep breath. "I know this is probably a stupid idea, but could we not use one? We've never not used one, and I want you completely." He held her hips, as she sat back on his legs.

"We don't have any other birth control." She murmured, biting her lip.

"I- I know." He exhaled a breath, squeezing her hips lightly.

"Do you want to risk that?" She laid against his body, propping her elbow next to his head.

"I need you." He put his forehead to hers, inhaling a breath.

"It's ok if I get pregnant. That's what I'm asking you. I don't want you to freak out if this happens." She stroked his hair, brushing their lips together.

"Clary, I understand. It would be a blip in our radar. It would change things, but we could work it out. I love you." He pulled her into a kiss, mingling his fingers with her hair.

"Wait, two seconds." She grabbed her phone.

"What?" He trailed his lips across her jaw, as she worked on her phone.

"I'm seeing if I'm ovulating, and I'm not. So we should be ok." She tossed her phone to the side, propping her forehead against his. "I'll take care of you." She tangled their lips together, as she settled against him.

A/N: Clary will not be getting pregnant. It is nearly impossible to get pregnant when you aren't ovulating. I'm not saying it is impossible. Please do not go have unprotected sex with people because I said you can't get pregnant because it is still possible. I just felt like in this instance that Jace would want to feel as close to Clary as possible, which is what I was trying to show.

What did you guys think of drunk Jace? I can totally see him being a lightweight. Like he probably isn't, but it would be very funny.

Also who all has seen the show?! I am in love with it. By far Alec is my favorite, which doesn't normally happen, but have you seen him? I love Alec's sass. It makes my life.