Disclaimer: I do not, unfortunately, hold any rights to The Mortal Instruments Series...

Clary's POV

I hear a banging sound from inside the bathroom again. It has been going on for about five minutes now so Sebastian is either having a seizure or banging his head, aggressively, against my bathroom door.

I stand up from the bed and walk over to the door, throwing it open.

"Dude, why the hell have you been banging your head against the door for the last five minutes?" I ask my concern evident even to me.

He just stares at me but something is off in his eyes. His deep brown eyes, so dark that they are almost black, are crazed. Like he's going to attack someone at any second.

He groans and walks away from me, towards the other end of the room.

"Dude, seriously. Who broke your crayons?" I ask. It used to be one of his biggest pet peeves, probably still is. He would get so mad about a broken crayon...

He turns again to look about, the crazed look still in his eyes.

"Clary, please leave," he says, his voice strained.

I take a step toward him, drawing my eyebrows up in confusion. "What? Why?" I ask. He steps backwards until his back hits the wall.

"Clary, just trust me. I might do something really stupid if you don't leave now," he says obviously struggling to keep his voice even.

Why does he want me to leave? What's wrong with him?

I step closer to him and we are almost touching. I can feel the heat coming off him and see his muscles straining, like he wants to grab something but can't.

I look up at him and realize how truly beautiful he is. So gorgeous.

Whoa, Clary. Focus. Gorgeous, since when did I think like that about my best friend?

I refocus and stare up at him. "'Bastian, what's wrong?" I ask. Something in his eyes changes and his hand shoot out and grab me around my waist, pulling me against him.

My breath catches with surprise. I can every curve of our bodies pressed together. They fit so...perfectly. like we were made for each other.

Suddenly all I want to do is kiss him. He starts to lean down and I let my eyes flutter closed but I don't feel his lips against mine. I open my eyes again to find him staring at me, a war raging behind his eyes.

Then it hits me. Jace. He's thinking about me and Jace. My heart clenches. I don't want to think about Jace right now; not about him, or the baby, or Jessica. All I want to do is feel Sebastian's lips on mine and his arms wrapped around me.

I link my arms around his neck at tilt my head up. He looks surprised for a moment but then asks a question with his eyes.

What do I do now? This is what he wants to know.

I wrap my arms tighter around his neck and pull his face closer to mine.

"Clary," he says his voice barely more than a whisper. "Clary, I might kiss you."

In lean up and press my lips against his ear. "I might like it," I whisper.

He looks at me a moment longer before leaning his head the rest of the way down and covering my lips with his.

Sebastian's POV

Fireworks. Explosions. That's what it feels like to kiss Clary. Our lips move together perfectly, like dancing to your favorite song.

She taste like, god I don't even know what she taste like and I don't have time to think about it. The only thought in my head is some little voice screaming, YOU ARE KISSING CLARY!

I part her lips with mine and let my tongue creep into her mouth. She groans quietly and I stop pulling back slightly.

We catch our breath, clinging to each other.

" 'Bastian?" She says. That damned nickname...

"Hmmm," I respond.

"I might kiss you," she says, smirking and again, her lips touch mine.