Clary POV

And there it was, the topic I've been trying to avoid ever so graciously, clothes. Something I hate discussing, something that I am extremely uncoordinated in, something that I have no expertise in.

"Jace, this is just as hard for me as it is for you, possibly even harder," I said.

"Clary darling, I can think of harder things that I've faced. Well, faced isn't the word. Undergone maybe?" he said, emphasising 'harder'. The jerk.

"Dude, ew. Don't," I said, feeling my cheeks heat up.

He just grinned at me and held up the coats again.

"Black, it will go well with your golden glory, your highness," I said.

"Oh peasant! How true!" he said, mocking me. I merely rolled my eyes at him before turning around to check my phone.

All of a sudden, I felt hot breath against my neck. I didn't have to turn around to know it was him. Obviously, it was just us two here. It felt like the heat was radiating off of him. Way too close, he's standing way too close. Oh Lord, help me.

Turning around slowly, I whispered, "Jace."

His eyes had considerably darkened; they were now a deep, smouldering gold that I could get lost in. I noticed that there was hardly any gap between us, a few centimetres maybe. Coughing, I backed up and felt the back of my legs hit the sofa and I fell back against it.

He followed me and sat next to me, our legs brushing. So much of contact, I can barely think straight. His smell enveloped me. His eyes had me lost in them. His gaze had me trapped in my place.

"Clary, about that kiss. I need to know. Did you really mean what you said?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.

"I..I..no, I didn't mean it," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I heard him inhale sharply and I put my head down, my hair framing and hiding my face.

Seconds passed, minutes passed and I was starting to get worried, not to mention embarrassed. I've never admitted this to anyone.

"Ja-," I started.

"So, you didn't think it was a mistake?" he asked.

"No, I didn't think it was a mistake," I said.

He was silent again. My heart was hammering against my ribcage. I could hear his breathing rate increase unsteadily.

"Why did you run away?" he asked, the question I've been trying to answer myself.

"I don't know honestly. Back then, I was scared of your reputation as a playboy/heartbreaker, not that it changed how I felt about you. But, I guess that was just an excuse I used. I was a coward. I didn't know how you felt about me. I thought I would mess things up between us. I thought you would've made it out to be a mistake. And, it was my first kiss. I was freaking out. I mean, my first kiss was with THE Jace Herondale. You obviously had a lot of experience, but I hadn't. I was scared about what you would think about me," I rambled. Wow, longest ramble ever.

"I was your first kiss? Wow, it didn't seem like you were freaking out while we were kissing," he said smirking. I smacked his arm and he chuckled before turning serious again. "I may have been your first kiss, but you were my first best kiss, Clary."

WHAT?! It was my turn to be stunned into silence.

"You're not a coward. You were just acting sensible from what you knew. I WAS a playboy. Well, I still am. Wait, no. I stopped it all the day I heard about the merging. I am to blame as well. I didn't exactly stop you or change your mind. And for that, I am so sorry," he said softly.

"Clary, say something," he said, "you're freaking me out."

"Hey, I should've been mature enough to not run away. I could've waited and got answers to my questions. I'm sorry too," I said.

"So, did you think it was a good kiss?" he asked, trying to lighten the mood. I could literally hear the smirk in his voice. I didn't have to look at him to know.

"How would I have known? It was my first kiss, it wasn't like I had any others to compare to. But given what you said, either we were really good, or you were too sloppy and I made it good," I said teasingly.

He turned to look at me in mock hurt and I winked at him. We sat there laughing for a few seconds.

"I'll get us something to drink. What would you like? Wine, something stronger or just some fizzy stuff?" he asked, getting up and walking towards the kitchen.

"Umm, I'll have some wine," I said.

"Good, more reason for you to stay over," he said, turning around and winking at me before he was out of my sight.

Chuckling, I got up to follow him. Wow, I thought, his house is too neat for a bachelor his age. He's still the same. Even when he was a younger, his room was always clean. Barely anything lying around or out of place.

"It was really good. It's the best I've had till date," I said, feeling the blush creep up my neck.

"Of course, no one can compare with me," he said.

"Oh shut up," I said laughing, and smacking his arm.

"You seem to be an awful lot touchy tonight," he said.

I turned to see him smirking. Oh gosh, I thought.

"With a God in my presence, I just can't help myself," I said, batting my eyelashes flirtatiously.

One minute, I was opening the fridge and the next, I was slammed against the door and his lips smashed onto mine. The second our lips touched, sparks seemed to flow through my whole body. I was shocked for a moment before I responded and kissed him back just as eagerly. Our lips moved in sync and it felt like we were in heaven. It was no different from the first time we kissed; it was just as passionate, lustful and somehow loving at the same time. He licked my lips asking for permission, and who was I to stop him. Soon, the kiss heated up as our tongues got involved and danced together. You'd think they were doing the salsa or something.

My hands made its way around his neck and pulled on his hair, pulling him closer to me. He lifted me up and my legs locked around his back automatically, as if it was our routine, which it was not.

Panting for breath, I pulled away but he didn't stop. He kept kissing me along my jawline and made his way down to my neck and started kissing that sweet spot. I let out an involuntary moan and pulled his face up back to mine. I kissed him hard, mustering all the passion I could, causing him to groan. Feeling satisfied with his response, I pulled away. He snuggled his face into my neck and we stayed in that position for a long time.

"How about that wine?" I asked, still a little breathless.

"Yeah, in a minute," he said huskily. It felt good to know that he was out of breath too.

That was one hot kiss. It was amazing, hot, sexy, passionate, French style, whatever you name it.

He pulled away soon, a bit too soon for my liking, but it was for the best. What were we now? A couple? Friends with benefits? Managing partners with benefits?

He poured a little wine into 2 glasses and handed me mine.

"So, what are we?" he asked.

"I don't know. Do you like me?" I asked.

"Yes, I do. I have since we were kids. I just never had the guts to tell you or admit it to anyone else," he said.

"Same here," I said.

"We like each other, our kisses are like fireworks, I wonder how the sex will be? I'm guessing like dynamite," he said.

I spat out the wine I had just drank. It sprayed out all over the coffee table. I grabbed the tissues to clean up while Jace doubled over laughing.

"You need to get used to this, Morgenstern. I'm always like this. You know me," he said, grinning cheekily, "although, do take your time. I love it when I do this to you, your reactions especially."

I just glared at him and switched on the TV.

"Clary, look at me," he said, his voice hoarse.

When I looked at him, he continued.

"Clary, will you go out with me? Will you be my girlfriend?" he asked.

"Yes," I said, smiling happily.

He kissed me again. Soon, I was lying on the sofa and Jace was over me. Things were getting heated.

Suddenly, the front door opened, it was some blonde. She had on a cream coat and black pumps. Her make-up was over-done. But she did have beautiful blue eyes and barbie blonde hair. You could tell that without the make-up she was a stunner.

"Jaceeey," she cooed, removing her coat, leaving her there in nothing but her bra and undies.

"Kaelie, what the hell!" he screamed. "What are you doing here? How did you get into my apartment? I told you before, we're done. Stop making yourself look like a slut. Move on. We're over," he yelled.

She noticed me under him and a look of rage passed her face.

"I came here to have some fun. I have a spare key. And we are not done. Its because of that carrot-top, isn't it? You're picking HER over me?" she screamed.

"Get rid of the key immediately. And don't you dare call her names. Yes, I am picking her over YOU. I like girls with self-respect, not sluts. You could learn a thing or 2 from her," he said venomously.

"You'll regret this, you little bitch," she said and walked out.

I couldn't help but fall into a fit of laughter. How dare she come and threaten me. I found it hilarious though. You'd think that this was high school all over again.

Jace looked at me amusedly. I guess I am a sight to see. I controlled myself and settled on giggling instead.

"You are unique, you know that?" he asked, kissing the corner of my lips.

"So I've been told," I said.

x.X.x

Sebastian POV

"Who are you and why do you want to help me?" I asked.

"Let's just say, we both have the same goal: taking out Clarissa Morgenstern. I can help you get out of any current charges you may be facing," the voice on the phone said.

"How do I trust you?" I asked.

"Never mess with a girl and her pleasure," was all she said.

Ah, love triangles, sex triangles. Whatever. As long as I walk out safe.

"What do you want in return?" I asked.

"Take her down, and take her down hard," she said.

"We have a deal. Scan me the documents. Goodbye for now," I said and hung up.

Clarissa Morgenstern, you are going down. Jonathan Herondale will go down with you. I will rule New York city as far as law firms go.