A/N: Hello, lovelies! Chapter 7 has been remade by my friend. There's a little bit of DSS here. Just a little. So, I've already uploaded Chapters 8 and 9 but I can't publish it. Dunno why tho. So,um, idek if this is good or not. I made the first parts, not the kinky stuff, Karen made that. Well, enjoy chapter 7 *fingers crossed*


My Dearest Jem,

The day passed by quickly. Charlotte gave birth to Sebastian, another addition to our family in the Institute. He looks like Charlotte but he has ginger hair like Henry. I held him. For the first time, I held a new born child in my hands. It reminded me of you, Jem. Whenever I was with you, I felt that you were someone so fragile and delicate that I had to protect. I miss you dearly. How you smiled at me whenever I told you about our son. Before I started writing this letter, I felt him. I felt him, Jem. I was so happy, I even cried. How are you now, Jem? Are you happy? I am happy for you. Because you don't have to suffer anymore. Is your hair and eyes not silver anymore? I wish I could've seen you when your hair was still black. Jem, is it okay for me to be with Will? Will you still be happy if I was with him? But, Jem, I love Will too. It breaks my heart in two that all I can do is cry myself to sleep whenever I think of you and Will. Gabriel said something today, that maybe Will and I have gone to bed already? Do you think of me that way too? An unfaithful wife? Jem, come back I need you here. James needs you and Wi-

A knock on my door startles me. I put the letter under a book as a voice, Gabriel's as I recognize, calls out from the other side of the door. "Tessa? May I come in?"

"You may." I answer politely despite my annoyance towards him this afternoon.

"I'm sorry. I hope I am not disturbing you." Gabriel says politely. "I wanted to discuss some matters with you privately."

"No. Please, sit." I motion him to sit on one of the chairs. As we sit down, I ask him."What matters do you want to discuss, Mr. Lightwood?"

"Please. No need to be so formal, Tessa. We are different from mundanes. We are-"

"Yes. Nephilim. You are less formal than mundanes." I say stiffly, examining his expressions.

He fidgets a little in his seat. After a few seconds, he clears his throat and spoke formally. And for the first time, I see Gabriel Lightwoods nicer side.

"Tessa, I apologize if I have offended you greatly this afternoon. I was infuriated with Will. My words were careless and I've offended you. On that matter, I humbly apologize."

"I know that Will is infuriating most of the time. You two keep on fighting like children. Why can't you ever settle your matters like adults, like gentlemen? On this afternoon's matter, it is hard to forgive you so easily, Gabriel. But, today, I choose to forgive you. But, promise me, stop your childish quarrels with Will." I fix my gaze at him, waiting for his outburst but, he remains silent.

"He starts it most of the time, Tessa. I just answer back. What am I supposed to do then?" he sighs.

"Ignore him" I smile at him as he raises his eyebrows. He must've thought I've lost my mind for telling him that. "I'll talk to him, too. You needn't worry. And, in the future, please do not direct your anger to anyone else."

"If our agreement is to meet ends, all right then." he puts his hands together and leans back. I see a spark in his eyes, a dangerous spark. "I know you do not consider me as a friend or an ally. But, I do hope it changes in the future. You make me curious and it seems that you are a very smart girl. It would be nice to talk to women like you."

"I hope so." I bit my lip. I do not want to do anything with him. There is something different about him. Something dangerous.

"Tell me, Tessa, what do you like about Will? I know that women swoon over him as soon as they see him. But your attraction to him is different. You married Jem yet you love him. Is it not correct?"

"I think those matters are not your concern, Gabriel." I say calmly, but deep inside, I am irritated by his curiousity, or rather to say, keen observation on my private matters.

"Hm. Well then," he says as he stands up, a cocky smile spreads across his face. He bows slightly,like any other gentleman would, and turns to leave. "I better get going. I must be taking your valuable time. See you around, Tessa."

"Gabriel." I call him. "Do ask Cecily if she has been doing great in Idris."

"Why ask me? Why not ask her brother?" he asks without facing me.

"I heard that you have taken interest in her. Isn't she too young for you, Gabriel?" I ask. I hint a tease in my matter of speaking though it seems that he didn't notice it.

He turns back at me and smiles, "I think those matters are not your concern, Tessa."

He leaves the room, closing the door silently. I cross my arms and narrow my eyes. "He is such a tease." I murmur to myself, I face away from the door and walk towards the window, only to see fog and darkness outside, no moon tonight. The door opens again, thinking that it's Gabriel. I turn around.

"Is there anything else you want to add?" I ask, my tone full of annoyance.

"No? I am just here to help you prepare for bed." Sophie answers, raising her eyebrows at me.

"Oh. I'm sorry,Sophie. I thought you were-"

"Master Gabriel." she finishes. She places a night gown on my bed along with a new dressing gown. "I saw him leave your quarters, Miss. Did he say anything to you?"

"He apologized." I pout. "about earlier. He was sincere. Until he mentioned my matters."

"Your matters?"

"With Will and Jem." I sit on my vanity and look at her through the mirror.

"Hmmm."

Sophie does not say anything else. Her skillful hands help me out off my tight dress, helping me clean my body and brush my hair. After helping me ready for bed, she speaks again.

"Those matters." she says suddenly. "Ignore what Master Gabriel says about you and Master Will. It does not matter."

I nod.

"Good night, Miss. See you tomorrow."

"Good night, Sophie." I smile at her as she closes the door.

I sit on my bed, picking up Vathek and reading it again. Will had recommended it long before, before Jem proposed. Will! Tonight, he asked me to meet him in the attic. It is a quarter past eleven. He said that we should meet before midnight. I withdraw the sheets and put my dressing gown hastily.

I open the door and peek sideways. The corridors are empty and the witchlight burns low, giving off a dim radiance. I walk silently through the corridors, fearing that I might be interrogated as to where I am headed at such a late hour. I reach the door leading to the attic in a few minutes. I open it quietly and begin to climb the narrow flight of stairs going up.

When I first came to the attic, there was no furniture, no light, just plain polished boards and a soaked, barefooted Will lying on the floor. But, this time, it was different. This time, the attic was illuminated by witchlight. And, in the centre of the attic, a cloth lay. On it, there is a basket, a wine bottle along with two wine glasses, and on the side, there is an unusual yellow flower. A midnight picnic. It is beautiful. Did Will do it all on his own?

"Do you like it?" Will's voice asks from behind. I turn around to face him.

"I do. It's beautiful, Will." I smile.

"I'm glad you like it, Tess." he whispers as he gently brushes his hand against my cheek.

He takes my hand and intertwines it with his as we walk towards the centre. I sit comfortably, taking note of my stomach, in the middle of the cloth and Will sits beside me, our fingers still intertwined.

"I have something to give you." he reaches for the basket and takes out a copy of A Tale of Two Cities. "I bought one for you. I wanted to keep the other book, but you needn't worry, it's the same replica. I've even written my letter to you, there."

"Your letter?" I ask, then I realize. "Oh. The one that starts with-"

He interrupts me and begins,"Tess. Tess. Tessa. Was there ever a sound more beautiful than your name? To speak it aloud makes my heart ring like a bell. Strange to imagine that isn't it- a heart ringing-but when you touch me that is what it is like: as if my heart is ringing in my chest and the sound shivers down my veins and splinters my bones with joy."

"Will,-"

He interrupts me again by gently placing his lips against mine. Kissing me gently as if I'm fragile as thin ice. He breaks off and looks at me intently with his eyes, blue as a lake. He whispers against my lips, "Why have I written these words in this book? Because of you. You taught me to love this book where I had scorned it. When I read it the second time with an open mind and heart, I felt the most complete despair and envy of Sydney Carton. Yes, Sydney,for even if he had no hope that the woman he loved would love him, at least he could tell her of his love. At least he could do something to prove his passion even if that thing was to die."

Will's voice falters. I feel him shake lightly and that is enough to tell that Will is crying. I place the book on my lap and then, place my arms around his neck, this time, kissing him, as gentle as he kissed me before. I brush my thumbs against his cheeks, wiping his tears away. "Sshh. Will."

He rests his head lightly against my neck and continues,"I would have chosen death for a chance to tell you the truth, Tessa, if I could have been assured that death would be my own. And that is why I envied Sydney, for he was free." Will pauses for a bit, trying to control his tears. "And now at last, I am free and I can finally tell you, without fear of danger to you, all that I feel in my heart."

Will looks up, his blue eyes shines and his tears glistens in the witchlight. He smiles at me, the sweet smile of Will Herondale. The smile he had only shown to me and to Jem. "You are not the last dream of my soul. You are the first dream of my soul. You are the first dream, the only dream I was unable to stop myself from dreaming. You are the first dream of my soul, and from that dream, I hope will come all other dreams, a lifetimes worth."

"With Hope at last," I whisper as he touches my face and brush his finger against my lips.

"Will Herondale." he finishes. He smiles as he closes his eyes,tears falling. I move closer to him, boldly wrapping my arms around him.

"Dry your eyes, Will." His arms tighten around me, he sobs quietly.

"I've never expected that I would be able to hold you like this. I've never expected that you would ever say you love me too." he speaks softly, "Tell me, my Angel, am I dreaming? If I am dreaming, then I do not wish to wake up."

"It's not a dream, Will. This is real. Everything is real." I smile, leaning away from him.

He reaches towards my stomach, his hands on both my sides. I gasp as his hands touch me. "Let me, be a father to him. If it is all right with you? I do not want to see him grow up without one. Jem, through a letter, told me to do so."

"Jem wrote a letter to you?" I ask, fixing my gaze on Will.

He nods. He reaches the book from my lap and opens it to the page where he wrote his letter. In it, there is a letter with my name scrawled on it.

"He wrote a letter to you, too. I couldn't give it to you immediately because of your previous state. I wanted to give it to you when you're feeling much better. I was afraid that the contents of the letter could affect you greatly."

I sigh deeply, "I still think that you should've given it to me earlier, Will."

"I was just anxious becau-"

"It's okay. I will read this later. There's no need to fuss about it. What's done is done, right?" I smile slightly. I feel him sigh. He must've expected that I'd be furious at him.

"So," I reach forward, brushing loose hair away from his eyes. "Why else did you want to meet me here? I already have the book and the letter."

He turns his head towards the side and I follow his gaze to the flower. "That."

"What about it?" I ask, looking back at him. Instead of meeting my gaze, he reaches for his watch.

"Just in time. Look at it." he grins.

I look at the flower as it starts to glow. From it's dull yellow, slowly, it becomes a golden yellow. There are glittery pollen-like substances floating away from it. The colors change and dance around us, like tiny fairies dancing in a midsummer's dream. I look around and the flower illuminates the attic, ridding it it's dull color.

"Will!" I exclaim. "This is magnificent! Beautiful!"

Will chuckles and takes my hand, placing it between his. "I got it from one of my Fae friends as thanks for helping him the other day. He told me, I have to cultivate it a little more and so I did."

"What 's it called, then?" I squeeze his hand in excitement.

"Midnight flower. I decided to call it that, since it blooms only at midnight."

"Thank you, Will." I kiss him gently on his cheek.

He reaches for the basket and places it in on his lap.

"So, I asked Sophie to help me make these mini-cakes. I couldn't stand Bridget's ballads. The horror of it!"He takes a brownie, if I am not mistaken, with a bit of cream on top of it, and gives it to me.

"Are you sure you made this? It is edible, right?" I ask jokingly, examining the brownie.

"Of course I did! With a little help from Sophie. And, of course it is edible! Why would I give it to you if it's poisonous?"

I laugh softly, then, Will laughs too. Will does the things those men in novels do. He is like a character straight out from a book. He is truly like Sir Galahad.

"Hmm. Edible, huh? Then, you eat it." I offer the mini-cake to him. "Here, say aah."

"Aah." He says, like a small child being fed by his mother. His eyes enlarge as his chews faster. "By the Angel! It is delicious! I underestimated myself!"

I laugh again, unable to stop myself. Will, acting so innocent and child-like, makes me happy. It is so different from the rude and arrogant Will I knew before.

"Here! You try it next. I assure you, it would be delicious." he says, offering another brownie. "Say aaah."

I open my mouth and bite the brownie. It is delicious. Will is right.

"Good heavens, it's delicious." I swallow. "You've done great, Will."

"Of course I- You got something here." he says, pointing at the bottom of his lip.

"Here?" I imitate him.

"No. Here." Suddenly, he leans forward and licks the bottom of my lip, tenderly. My heart suddenly flutters and I feel my cheeks heat up. "There. It's gone now."

When Will kissed me in the attic before, I felt something different from what I've felt when I'm with Jem. Fire. Passion. I feel that fire again tonight. Will and I gaze at each other for a while. He fixes his blue eyes on my gray ones. He cups my face with his hands. One of his hands drop down to my hands. I lace my fingers with his.

"Will, kiss me. Kiss me like you did on that balcony." I say boldly as I close my eyes.

Will did not waste any second. His lips crush towards mine, moving wildly. His hands play with my hair, running them through it. My arms creep around him, lacing my fingers behind his neck. In response to my bold actions, Will slowly traces his hands from my stomach to my side.

"Will." I whisper as his lips left mine, tracing kisses down my neck. He kisses my neck, sending chills all over my body. He moves, placing soft kisses from my neck to my shoulder.

"My Tessa." he says gently, breaking away for a moment, then, continues kissing my neck, this time, on the other side. "May I?"

"Yes. Ravage me, Will." I say, as I place my hand on Will's shoulder, the other, playing and tugging his hair.

His kisses grow stronger, more full of desire and more passionate. His hands trace my skin-leaving the places he touched a burning, ticklish sensation-up to my shoulder and gently pushes away the dressing gown, taking it off. I place my hand on his cheek, turning his face toward me. I bring my mouth down to his. He kisses me back, fiercely. His fingers fumble with the ribbons of my night gown. Puling them, one by one.

"Mh-mm. Tess. My Tess, my Angel." he moans softly as I trace my fingers on his chest. I fumble with the buttons of Will's shirt. He breaks away from me momentarily as he pulls his shirt over his head, leaving Will's chest and back bare. Women would die to see Will, half-naked like this. I gasp softly as I marvel at Will's nakedness and beauty. His chiseled body, different from Jem's. Black and white faded marks intertwined each other on his body. His parabatai rune, fading away. I remember during Jem's funeral, the parabatai rune on Will was bleeding. Erasing itself from Will, slowly it would fade away from Will's chest.

Will rests his forehead on mine, this time, he gently brushes his lips against mine.

"My Tess, You are beautiful." he whispers as he smile against my lips. I push him away gently and, again, marvel at his beauty.

"And so are you, Will." I whisper back. "Very beautiful."

I lean into Will, resting my head on his chest. I could feel his heartbeat thumping loud and fast. "Are you nervous?"

"Very." he says softly. Slowly, I kneel in front of him. He looks up to me and smiles. He gently tugs on my night gown, leaving my chest bare to him. I look away, feeling slightly embarassed. I notice him frown. Maybe disappointed in my appearance?

He places his hand under my chin, speaking softly,gently. "Look at me, Tess."

I let him guide my face so that our gazes meet. "You are absolutely gorgeous. I've never seen such beauty such as yours, my Angel."

He kisses me gently on my shoulder, below my collarbone, and on my breasts. Each kiss, a burning sensation against my skin, makes me whimper. Will hesitatingly kisses my breast before sucking, flicking his tongue against my nipple.

"Aaah, Will." I groan softly. "Haaa."

My hands wander off towards Will's hair, I tug on it as I feel Will smile against my breast. Will's other hand gently cups my other breast, gaining another moan from me. I miss this, the pleasure I am receiving from Will. The soft tingles in my body, the shivers and the heat I feel. Suddenly, I feel Will's teeth against my nipple, and suddenly, he gently bites it.

"Will!" I half-whisper, half-moan. "Oh, god."

He plays with my breasts, squeezing and massaging them. Biting and flicking his tongue against my nipples. Everything he did, makes me want more, makes me full of desire. He falls to his back, pulling me down with him. I rest my head on his chest as his arm pulls me closer to him. We breathe heavily, our chests rising and falling at the same pace. I yawn a little and Will notices.

"Sleepy?" he asks as he pushes the hair out of my face.

"Mhmm." I answer, absent-mindedly tracing my fingers across his chest. I could hear his heartbeat. Thump,thump. Thump,thump.

"Should I carry you to your room, then?"

"Let's stay like this a little more." I whisper sleepily.

I feel his arms move around and I feel him cover me with my dressing gown.

"But, it is awfully cold in here."

"But, your body radiates warmth, Will. I am not cold at all."

"Tessa." he whispers gently, taking and lacing his fingers with mine.

"Yes, Will."

"I love you, Tess." he says, "Tonight was the best night I've ever spent with you."

"I love you too, Will. Maybe next time, it would be better." I close my eyes, slowly, the darkness claims me. All I could hear is Will's voice calling my name and then, nothing.