Ch 6 Binge Watch

I have entered some borrowed songs in here that I absolutely love and recommend. Other than that, ENJOY Y'ALL!;) disclaimer to them all and the Mortal Instruments at the bottom. FYI if there seems to be some weird things that look like links in the story, I write theses stories in my notes app on my phone and just copy and pause them so if something weird happens that would be why. Enjoy!

A few weeks later, Clary say in a recording booth with Izzy who convinced Clary to record a few of her poems-turned-songs for Jace as a birthday present for his upcoming age-change. He was turning 23 which meant they'd been together for one year and a half exactly. The head of the studio-BlueBird recording-Jim had just entered and told them I start. Clary started to sing 'No place like you' and after a few lines, Iz joined in to harmonize. I look to the recorder and he looks shocked and I wonder if we are doing that bad. I stop singing and question his look.

"Would you guys be interested in starting a demo and signing with us if everything goes well? I mean I know you guys were only here to create a small recording for a friend or something but you guys are good. Some of the best I've ever seen." He asks.

"Oh my gosh yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! We would love that sir!" Izzy blurts out.

"Are we really that good? I mean we barley even sang anything." I say in utter disbelief. I come in here in a Jack Daniels t shirt, ripped denim shorts and my old work boots wanting to record a song for my fiancé and five minutes in, I'm wanted to be signing with a huge record label that would put Isabelle and my name up in lights.

"Hell yes! That would be what the demo is for though. We could start to book local gigs for you guys so you could see if you a re really interested."

"That sounds amazing but hold on I need approval from one person. Let me give him a call. I'll be right back." I say getting my phone and dialing the familiar number into the keypad. I walk into the hallway and wait for Jace to pick up. He does on the fourth ring.

"Hey sugar. What's up?" He asks. I smile at the sound of his voice.

"Hey. I have a crazy question to ask you that will ruin the one of your surprise birthday presents."

"Okay. Hit me. I'll be fine." He says jokingly.

"So Iz and I are at a recording studio to record a few of my poems as songs for your birthday and the guy recording us wants to sign us as singers. As a duet. Together. Would you be in if we did it?"

"Do you want to do it? Because whatever makes you happy I'll support you in you just need to really want to pursue it. Especially something this big." He says

"Of course. I've always loved to sing but I never thought I was good enough to do it as a profession. Thank you. Okay I have to go but I love you and will see you in about an hour." I say

"I love you more. And will see you in a little bit, Lil' Bit." He hung up before I could start the argument of who loved who more.

I run into the recording studio and when I get in there say, "Okay Iz. I guess we're doin this!"

"Yay!" She squeals.

"Okay. Can we have you in the studio tomorrow around 11:00 to start?" Jim asks us. I nod and Izzy gives him a hand shake agreeing to the date. "Great! Then I will see y'all tomorrow."

When Izzy and I get back to my truck, we get in and share a look. We scream and laugh. On the way home Izzy does most of the talking and squealing. She moves her hands in an animated way as she tries to keep us on the road. Her talk is mostly about how we'll be famous in a year and what we'll wear to gigs and such.

I After a while I tune her out and get out my bug spray, hairspray and Vaseline and re-primp. I never leave the house without having some hairspray, Vaseline and bug spray. I spray on an extra layer of bug spray and put some Vaseline on my lips and previous bug bites.(A/N I don't know if y'all do this but I live in Alabama and so I'm just goin off of what I do and bring with me everywhere. I put Vaseline on my bug bites to help with the itch and of course on my lips. Hairspray goes on my face to keep my makeup stable and the same for my hair and of course bug spray for the nasty mosquitos.) I spray the hairspray on my face to keep my makeup at bay and we are almost home.

I relish in the last few minutes of cool a.c. before having to get out of the truck into the mild 'Bama heat. Jace opens my door for me and I grin and jump into his arms, my small, tan, long-strapped purse swinging behind me. I laugh as he spins me around. I was so happy. I could become an amazing and professional singer and had the best husband-to-be ever. I couldn't ask for more. Except for help with my chores. From said future husband.

"Can you pleassee help me with my chores?" I say still straddling him, in his arms.

"Why not? I have literally nothing better to do other than have sex with you. But that's not a possibility right now."

"Oh my gosh shut up, Jace!" I say laughing.

I hop down from him, shut the truck door and grab two hooks and gloves for the bales of hay that need put in the feed rooms in the alleyways. When we finish with that we clean the observation and entertainment rooms and go to the horses stalls to clean those too. We just got a lot of new borders in which has been good for business but makes our job of cleaning the horses stalls a lot longer.

When we are free from the chores I race Jace down to the rope swing by the lake, taking my shirt, boots and socks off while running. It was a Sunday. The barn was closed to everyone but the owners which happened to be our family. So me beginning to take off my clothes and get into the lake wasn't a big deal. I jump in the lake, bearing only my bra and underwear. Jace gets in soon after and swims up in front of me, encasing me in his arms. We kiss passionately and he starts to work at the clasp to my bra. I wrap my legs around his hips and rub my wet core against his hard on that was very hard-on. I begin to roll my hips against his and moan his name more than a hundred times.

Before I can even register the fact that Jace figured out how to get my bra off, I feel his hand slowly start to massage my cleavage. I push his boxers down and take my own undergarment off. He plunges into me and I gasp at his size. 'It gets me every time.' I think. We move in unison and soon I've reached the cliff and jump off with Jace right in front of me. After we get fixed and adjusted, Jace especially, we take turns on the rope swing until the sky gets dark and we grab towels from the nice cabin next to the lake.

When we get inside the house my mom calls for dinner and we sit down. She sets down a steaming tray and says it's my favorite. I look down into the dish and find pink Mac and cheese. She wasn't wrong about it being my favorite.

Izzy sits down on my right and leans into the side of my head. "I saw you two running to the lake. I guess horses aren't the only thing you're riding." Jace chuckles and I punch him in the chest hard. I shake out my hand and glare at Isabelle.

"Do you need some ice there, Red?" He laughs and I glare at him too.

"Why am I your fiancé again? You're such an asshat."

"Because you love me. And I'm your asshat. And because Little Jace is exceptionally big. So big you just can't resist." He whispers his last sentence so only I can hear.

"Ew. That's disgusting you perv. And yes I do love you. But I'd love you more if you didn't talk about such terrible things when Izzy is sitting right next to me and my mom is in the next room over." I whisper to him.

"Interesting. I only ever notice you. Did your Mom tell you that Jon was moving out and she wanted us to have the house?"

"Oh my gosh seriously?!"

"Seriously. We talked about it this morning. She said she wanted to move in with Luke to give us some privacy and because things were progressing with her and Luke." He puts air quotations around 'progressing' and I roll my eyes and smile.

My mom comes into the room and I beam at her. "I take it Jace told you about the house?" She asks, clearly amused.

"Yup!" We get to eating and talking and Izzy starts talking about becoming an interior designer and designing our home and I get overwhelmed. When dinner is finished Jace and I talk with my mom about the plan for the house and such and she said she would start moving stuff out of our house and Luke's house tomorrow and then start moving in the necessary furniture. She and Luke would have to sleep here tomorrow night because they wouldn't have a bed and I get very excited about furniture shopping, as weird as it sounds.

Jace and I start to look online for a bed and we find one we both like. It's a bed bigger than a king size but ends a little shorter. The headboard is white and pleated. After purchasing that and the right mattresses, Jace making jokes about how they shouldn't be too springy or else they might make too much noise, the double meaning seeping through. While we were shopping for stuff for our room I made a compromise with Izzy that she could pick out stuff for the rest of the house as long as it wasn't too flashy and had my approval. She would send me twenty photos at a time asking if her getting something was okay.

Isabelle just sent me a photo of a cute, custom dog-bowl holder that you could put your dogs name on. I told her to get two one with the name 'Oakley' for a new dog I was going to surprise Jace with and one obviously for Barkly. Jace has always said how he wanted a Basset Hound and was actually thinking about getting one if he had my approval. I said no to him so he wouldn't get one and ruin my surprise. I couldn't wait to see his face.

When we were done and sure we had stuff for every room-the 5 extra rooms in the house, the master bead room, the kitchen and living room- we went to bed because of the early morning we had in the motioning to help prepare Luke's house for moving stuff out. I wasn't yet sure where it was all going but I assumed I would find out the next day anyway.

I climbed into bed with a loose purple t shirt, undies and socks next to Jace. I took my contacts out, slipped on my glasses and picked up my tablet from the bedside table. I start to look at the news and magazines thinking that one day I could be one of the people on that magazine. It was amazing but terrifying to think about all at the same time. So hard to explain but yet so plain to see that this was something thrilling and breathtaking and astounding and alarming all at the same time. But still something you would never pass up.

I call Barkly up onto the bed, curl into Jace's side and turn off the lamp on the table next to the bed. Jace starts to rub my thigh with his hand and lulls me to my dreamless sleep.

I the morning, I am awoken by my alarm clock at seven because I have class at eight and after that we start to pack up Luke's house. I turn around and shake Jace and mumble his name. He shakes his head and pulls me down on top of him. I squeak as he pulls me down and try to encourage him to get up more. I remember a trick that always seems to wake him up. I slip my hand down towards his baby-maker and massage it slowly.

"You torture me. You're probably not even gonna finish the job the right way." He says waggling his eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

I lean down and kiss him with an open mouth and lick his lips. He quickly responds and puts a hand on my butt and on my neck. He leans up and soon I'm straddling him, my legs wrapped around his torso. I can feel Jace's boner and start to grind on it. He moans just as I do and I smile into our heated kiss.

Barkly interrupts our kiss by pawing at one of the two white doors and I hop off of Jace with a huge smile and go out the door and downstairs with Barkly. I scream when I see my mom and Jon downstairs realizing I was still only in a t shirt and underwear. I run upstairs before they see me and slip on a pair of Jace's black sweatpants and a black and purple sports bra. I go back downstairs hoping no one saw me and grab a scoop of Barkly's food from the cabinet under the large, deep sink and poor it into his food bowl then fill up the other bowl with cold water.

Later on when I'm finished with all of my three classes for today, start to help my mom pack up some of the things that are going over to Luke's. She's been 'living' there for a while now just hasn't 'moved' in so the majority of her clothes are already at Luke's large plantation house. It takes us what seems like forever and I haven't seen Jace all day. When we finish the painfully slow process, I call Jace over to help with moving the stuff out and onto the small moving truck. When he gets there I greet him with a hug and a smile.

"I haven't seen you all day." I say to him. I let go of him and take his hand in mine leading him into the large, white-walled living room.

"I know. It's been like forever." He says. He picks up two boxes, one on top of the other and takes them out to the truck where my mom is waiting to load the boxes onto the truck. About an hour later I walk into the bare living space with Jace and there are only three boxes left. One is super heavy, containing many books and decoration from the built in shelving on either sides of the tv. Jace bends down at the legs and lifts it and I admire his calves for a moment before getting the two smaller boxes left.

When the house is bare other than a bed in one of the guest rooms, and a bed in The master bedroom-for Jace and I-we rest for five minutes on the white, soft carpet of the large living room before the furniture store comes with our new furniture for parts of the house. We put the big, ivory canvas textured house on the carpet right before the hard wood floors start and a matching chair on the couches right. Next Jace puts in a love seat at a 90* angle next to the couch on the left. Izzy puts a light wooden coffee table in the middle and behind the couch a long matching table with a turquoise lamp.

Next to the living room, there is a step down into a small sunroom and we put two chairs facing the big windows; one short, white, and cushy chair for me on the left and a white, taller recliner chair on the right. We put a small wooden table in between them and put a small lamp on that. Izzy brings in one dog bed and I tell her to leave the other. I put Barkly's dog bed right next to my chair and save the spot next to Jace's chair for his future dogs bed. I put A turquoise pillow on each side of the big couch and put two white ones with little blue diamond-shapes in front of them.

I look at the time and realize I have to be in the studio with Iz in a half hour. I tell Iz and tell Jace where everything else is supposed to go and go upstairs to change. I change into a short-sleeved gray monogrammed shirt, denim shorts, sanders and grab my bag. Jace gives me a pink and green floral cup filled with ice tea and a kiss. He smacks my butt when I run out the door. I get into my truck and drive to the recording studio, putting on my aviators on the way. I put my to-go cup into the cup holder after getting a sip from the pink straw and put my hair into a high messy pony tail at a stop light and by the time I get to the studio I've even put on a little make up. I am directed to the right booth when I get inside and see that Izzy had just gotten there too. We get to work and after hours of singing and coming up with our duet name-Isabelle and Clare-we each head to our separate homes. On my way home I take my hair down and roll all the windows down.

When I get home, I walk to the new entry way table and set my keys down on the white-wood surface and push my sun glasses up, getting all of the hair out of my face. I walk through the large door way into the kitchen and scream in excitement. I love it so much.

There is an island table now, with a tan and white granite counter top and the stools are a beautiful white with silver legs and a matching back for them. I turn to look at the dining room to the right and see a beautiful white table with six ivory chairs with a beautiful curly C and J at the tops of them all, in a monogrammed style. The table is decorated with turquoise plates and ivory napkins and silverware. The countertops in the kitchen itself match the granite island and there is a new oven and microwave and

As I'm admiring the work, Jace comes in with a panicked and scared look gracing his face. I run straight into his arms and squeal. I tell him how much I love it-which is a lot- and when I pull away the concern is gone and relief is plastered there instead.

"Jace I love it!" I say.

"Thank you. I love it too. You'll like the upstairs even more. Some of the rooms aren't done yet but there's one room in particular I'd love for you to see."

I let him lead me up the stairs and into and extra room, two doors down from the master bedroom that was now officially Jace and I's. He opens up the door and the back wall is almost all windows with a very high ceiling and an easel with a large canvas on it right I front of the Windows. There is a stool in front of the canvas and next to the set up is a large table with many shelves and the top of it has two new sketch books with a set of 124 colored pencils laying beside them.

"But we didn't discuss this room yet." I say, shock and love in my voice. "I love it. Thank you so much Jace." I say and turn to him and pull him in to a sweet hug. "I love you so much. You know that right?"

"I'm only told a billion times a day so yes I do know." He says jokingly. "And I love you. I know you know that."

I pull away and smile "yes I do know you love me."

"It's been a long day. Can I direct you to our room? We can see the rest tomorrow I promise but I'm sure your just as tired as I am." I take his hand loosely and smile like a goof.

When we get into the room, the smile grows. The walls have been painted a dark tan color other that certain pats of the ceiling that get deeper and deeper into the high ceiling. The very top part of the ceiling is a gray-tan mixture. The walls must be about thirteen feet high and there's a chandelier hanging fro. The very middle of the indented ceiling. The light fixture is hanging by a black chain and the middle is an ivory color and there are prices of curling metal that hold lights on the end attached.

On the far wall is a large white desk with a mirror above it and Windows on each side of the desk. The curtains on the windows are a nice dark-ish peach color but are sheer so a lot of light still comes in. On the center of the wall on the left is the white bed we got, that is above my hips and has a big white comforter and a peach-colored blanket with many flowers on it at the end of the bed. I front of the bed is a large seat with a cushioned back and arms. The seat holds matching peach colored pillows and a small white blanket on one of the arms. In the far right corner is a small white chair with a pillow matching the ones on the seat at the end of the bed. I take off nearly all of my clothes only staying in my undergarments and flop into the new bed that is mine. Jace undresses himself, grabs Barkly and gets into bed with me.

"Good night. I love you." Jace says.

"I love you too." I mumble before defending to sleep.

I don't own the Mortal Instruments. Cassandra Clare does. The song 'No Place Like You' isn't mine either. It's Maddie and Tae's song.

Hope you liked it. I made it super long mostly so I could go into detail about their 'new' house and furniture. HAPPY NEW YEAR!