Clary

Luke's words stay with me, even after I left and headed home. My thoughts keep drifting back to them, replaying them over and over again in my head, trying to give them a different meaning than intended.

Three people have assumed the same thing in the past week, would I be better to just go along with them, let things change course? But would that be wise? Would I really be able to change things with Jace, make things work?

I don't know.

I am pulled out of my thoughts as Netflix comes to life on the TV, and I flick through the movies, trying to find a decent Disney one that I haven't seen recently.

I skip past Frozen; Izzy has made me watch it too many times before, and although it's a good film, and the snowman is cute, I decide against it, knowing that while Izzy isn't here I may as well watch something else while I have the chance.

I flick past four more, leaning back into the couch, sighing, when I find Tangled. It takes me less than a second to select it and get it playing, instantly tune in when Flynn Rider's magical voice starts speaking.

I am pulled into the movie, all previous thoughts and worries forgotten, the only thing in my mind is how Rapunzel and I share the same eyes.

I don't know how long it takes before I recognise the presence next to me, and it takes me even longer to acknowledge it. I turn my head as the violinist begins to play on the film, and see Jace staring at me.

I raise my eyebrows when he doesn't say anything, just keeps on watching me. I feel myself growing fidgety under his gaze. "What?" I ask, smiling and nude him shoulder with the heel of my hand.

He blinks when I gently shove him and one side of his mouth quirks up in a smirk. "Nothing," he says with amusement in his voice as he leans back in the couch.

"Why were you staring at me?" I ask, leaning back next to him. His smirk grows into a full on smile, and I notice a chip in his top incisor, one fault in an otherwise perfect piece. But isn't that what makes things perfect? The little faults we find, that help emphasis the beauty, because what is beauty without faults?

Whoa there, Clary, where did that come from? I close my eyes momentarily. Jace is not beautiful. Okay, so he has perfect hair, deep eyes, his nose fits his face well, and his sex appeal is at an all-time high, but he isn't beautiful.

No, he's more.

I shake my head violently a couple of times before opening my eyes. No. I can't think like that.

When my eyes open I am greeted by Flynn taking Rapunzel out on the boat, the castle dark in the background, soon to be lit with glowing lanterns.

I look back to Jace and out eyes meet, he was looking at me all throughout my battle with myself, and I feel my cheeks grow pink.

"Clary," he says, his voice softer than usual.

I look at him, my eyes on his, and I see them flick down to my lips, and mine soon follow down to his. "This is so not how I planned this," Jace murmurs, shaking his head slightly.

And it happens slowly at first, and I'm not sure exactly what is going on, but I find myself going along with it. Jace is leaning down towards me, his head tilted to fit with mine, and I am leaning into him, my eyes fluttering closed as he gets closer.

And suddenly his lips are on mine, and my eyes shoot open at the contact, to only then close again in bliss.

Of course, I have kissed people before, Simon was my first. But none of them felt as real as this. All my senses hype up, and I feel his hand on my waist, the other behind my neck, I feel his hair tickling my forehead and his breath on the side of my mouth. I can't help but smile against his lips when I hear 'I see the light' playing in the background, the lanterns on the TV casting a glow over the otherwise dark room.

As Jace's lips press down on mine, and I return the pressure, my mind drifts back to this morning. And I am glad I let things change course.

Jace pulls away slowly, exhaling deeply, and our eyes meet as the chorus of the songs blasts out around us.

"That was so cliché," Jace whispers, pressing his forehead down on mine.

I close my eyes again. "I like cliché," I whisper back, tilting my head back to meet his lips again.

They did it! It finally happened! What'd you think? Was it how you thought it would happen? You don't know how many times I had to stop myself from going all TFIOS on your asses during this chapter, but I avoided it…kind of anyway.

So I am having some slight writers block with the next chapter, but it will hopefully be Clary and Jace fluff. Promise I will try to write it over the weekend and hopefully it should be up by early next week.

Make my happy and review? x