So sorry I never got around to updating yesterday, it was a crazy day, I ended up working a 12 hour shift and with the time change, and I had to be back to work early this morning I only got like 4 hours sleep. But once I got a little coffee in me this morning I got the rest of the chapter all done for y'all. Oh but a question I would like to have answered along with the reviews for this chapter, when we inevitably get to the lemony chapters, what would you all like to see, I mean blow-by-blow details or vague generalizations, or something in between. Let me know and whatever people want the most is what I will do. Thanks so much for staying loyal and enjoying my story, I am loving writing it, but reading your reviews is even better, I wake up in the morning with a smile from ear to ear when I hear back from everyone. Alright to the story!

Chapter 10

Jace left Clary on the couch while he helped Sebastian up to his bedroom. He helped Sebastian into bed, taking off his shirt for him. Sebastian flopped helplessly into the bed and Jace decided to just leave him be, he would sober up soon enough. Jace turned to leave and Sebastian grabbed him by his shirt, curling it into his fist and pulling Jace down so their faces were inches apart.

"I know you love her, that's why I am going to back down a little. But by the Angel Jace, don't you hurt her, especially now that we know…her experience level." Sebastian's eyes rolled around in his head like he was about to pass out. His eyes refocused on Jace, "And you're still going to make good on your promise, in the morning." Sebastian flashed a grin from ear to ear, "Prepare yourself little brother, I'm still pissed." With that Sebastian finally passed out and released Jace's shirt.

Jace let out a long sigh, there was some hope that Sebastian would not remember this tomorrow but that chance was slim. Sebastian was shockingly resilient to the after effects of a hard night drinking. Jace went downstairs to go and put Clary to bed, then he was going to get himself a drink, he was far too sober for all this shit.

Coming down the steps he noticed that Clary was not on the couch where he had left her. "Dammit." Jace looked around, finding Clary in the kitchen leaning against the island, bottle in hand. She had found Sebastian's reserves.

Jace strode over and took the bottle from her grasp taking a large swig. "No more for you, you are officially cut off."

"No, you're the one cut off, from me." Clary said to Jace defiantly.

Jace closed his eyes and pinched his nose at the brim. He had to make a mental note that he would never take Clary out drinking ever again. She was not a nice drunk. "Why are you mad at me?" Jace asked his voice soft.

"You know what you did." Clary said narrowing her eyes at him.

"No I don't Clary, if I knew I could try to fix it, but I don't know that's why I'm asking you." Jace was trying hard not to yell, he kept his voice as calm as he could manage.

"What you did to me while we were dancing." Clary said, looking to the floor, her cheeks turning red.

Jace strode over to her so quick that Clary didn't have any time to react. He grabbed her by the waist roughly making her gasp. His face inches away from hers. Their lips crashed together almost violently. Clary moved her hands to his hair grasping and pulling at whatever she could find. Jace growled leaving her lips and traveling down her neck. He was rough and angry and Clary loved every second of it. Jace picked her up setting her back down on the island, his mouth never leaving her skin. Clary moaned it felt so good having his mouth on her.

Jace came back up to Clary's lips, claiming them for himself. Clary moved back taking his lower lip by her teeth and giving him a light bite. Jace's hand went to her thighs sliding his finger tips under the hem. His thumbs pattered circles on her the delicate skin of her inner thigh. Clary's breath caught and Jace pulled back looking deep into her eyes. "This is what made you angry?" he said, his voice low and husky.

Clary's eyes searched his trying to find truth. "No." She whimpered.

"Because I thought then that you had liked it, just like you like it now." Jace nearly growled it was a fucked up night.

"I did, I do." Clary stammered, Jace's fingers never leaving her thighs. She felt warm all over her body, and suddenly incredibly sober.

"Then why are you so pissed at me?" Jace asked. He was going to get the answer out of Clary whether she wanted to tell him or not.

"I'm not mad at you." Clary said exasperated.

"Then what are you mad about?" He was going to keep asking questions until he felt like he had gotten a real answer.

"I was embarrassed, Sebastian's words got to me. And I felt like you had just let it all happen. You know now that I have no experience with this kind of thing, I was looking for you to lead me and I felt like you let me make a fool of myself." There now Jace was starting to get the picture.

"We didn't do anything wrong Clary." Jace was picking his words carefully. "No one was even paying any attention to us, the only one who even noticed was Sebastian and that's because you're his baby sister. I know you're not very experienced and I don't want you to feel like I'm rushing you, but I can't read minds Clary." Jace lifted his hands and stroked Clary's cheek. "You have to tell me when to stop." Jace looked deep into Clary's eyes, her anger was gone.

"I don't want you to stop and that's what scares me." Clary said barely above a whisper.

Jace gave her a quick kiss, Clary wanted more, and she wanted what they had when they were in the club before they were interrupted, she wanted to go back to what they had been doing a moment before. Clary leaned in for another but Jace leaned back, Clary felt pangs of rejection flow throughout her body. "You don't want me anymore?" Clary said she was determined not to cry.

"Oh by the Angel Clary, yes I want you. Haven't I proved that to you by now? I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone else. But I don't want what happened in the club to happen again, I can't bear for you to run away from me. Right now I can't trust you to stop me if you need to, and I won't risk you getting mad at me when I cross a line I didn't know was there. So for my sake and yours we will be taking things slow from now on." Jace couldn't figure out any other way to do it, Clary meant too much to him and he couldn't even think about losing her.

Jace stepped back from her, letting her hop of the island herself. "I want to kick myself in the ass for this Clary, you have no idea." Clary looked down to his pants instinctively; she could see what he meant quite clearly. "But I am not going to fuck this up because I'm a man and you're an incredibly hot woman and I can't control myself."

Clary understood what sacrifices Jace must be giving up by restraining himself. He probably has never had to work for, well, anything in his life. She imagined that whenever he wanted sex he just got it. Clary looked Jace up and down, she couldn't imagine anyone saying no to him, even she didn't want to say no, Jace was doing that for her, for them. In that moment everything was incredibly clear for Clary, Jace had done it in only a short matter of time, he had proven to her that she was not just another girl.

"It's late and I have a giant ass whooping coming tomorrow that I need to prepare myself for, I am going to bed and I suggest you do the same, unless you want to stay up and drink alone." Jace said as finality.

Clary didn't want him to leave, he had proven himself and that just made her want him more. But Jace was scared of her, of her freaking out and taking off on him, it was her turn to prove herself to him and she had no idea where to begin. All she knew is that she wanted him to be near her always.

"Will you come and tuck me in?" She asked sweetly, hoping without hope that she could depend on the hormones that raged through boy's bodies.

"Yes, of course I will." Jace said offering her his hand. They walked up the steps hand in hand and he even opened the door for her like a true gentleman. Clary slipped inside, suddenly realizing that she needed to change clothes before bed.

"I have to change; I'll need just a minute." Clary said, going through the drawers looking for something to wear to bed that was a little more alluring than the t-shirt and shorts she usually wore. She found many pieces of sheer night ware and tried desperately to push out of her mind who the clothes were intended for. Jace had gone and sat on the edge of the bed, hands folded in front of him looking like an angel.

Clary bit her lip, she wasn't very good at being seductive and she wished she had listened a bit more when the other girls had been talking about sex in high school. Clary walked over to Jace, "Can you help me with my zipper, it was a little tricky to get on, and I think I'm going to need help getting it off." She turned away from him.

Jace knew was Clary was doing but that did not make it any easier on him. He was still a guy, and the Angel knew he wanted what he wanted. He was powerless to say no but things would have been much easier if he could have run from the room. He found the zipper, near the bottom of her neck and took it in his hand, sliding it down slowly. There was no other noise in the room except for the beating of his own heart and he could hear the zipper as slowly each of the teeth pulled apart revealing more and more of Clary's cream-like skin.

Jace bit his lip trying to keep from making a sound. He finished with the zipper it had stopped just above her butt. "Thank you." Clary said as calmly as she could manage though her heart was in her throat, pounding so loud she was sure Jace could hear it. She slid the shoulders down, allowing the dress to fall from her body while she was still standing in front of Jace, her back to him. She heard his sharp intake of breath and it made her smile to herself.

She quickly pulled the nightgown over her head, covering herself back up with the silky tan colored gown. She turned and saw Jace, he was staring at her eyes wide and dark. Clary extended her hand to Jace which he took so she could pull him up off the bed. She could feel the heat flowing off his body. She led him around the bed, sliding in under the covers leaving a large enough space for Jace to crawl in too.

Why is she doing this to me now? Jace thought to himself, his resolve fluttering. He knew things would only end one way if he crawled into bed with her right now and didn't he just tell her that he wasn't going to be like that? Jace folded the comforter over her then hopped on top of it, creating a barrier between the two of them. Clary started like she was about to protest but Jace cuddled up with her, letting her rest her head on his chest. "Sleep now Clary." He said giving her a kiss on the forehead.

The next morning came too soon, but one of the advantages of not getting hammered last night is the after effects were lessoned. Clary hadn't tried to test Jace's will any more that night and they had slept cuddled into each other, Jace on top of the blankets and Clary under them. Jace had awoken when the sun began to filter through the thin white curtains, Clary was still deeply asleep. He got up carefully trying not to wake her; after all she had drunk last night she would need to sleep as much off as she could. He tiptoed out of her room, careful to shut the door slowly and quietly. Jace turned to go and make some coffee nearly running into his big brother standing silently as a ghost with his arms folded across his chest.

"What are you trying to do scare me to death?" Jace asked he was ashamed to admit he had jumped a little.

"I have considered the many different ways I would like to kill you, but after seeing you sneak out of my sister's room early in the morning, I think something more painful is in order. Training room, now!" Jace bowed his head, he owed Sebastian a promise and Jace always repaid his debts. He just wished that Sebastian had not seen him coming out of Clary's room or else he might have gotten over his anger.

Jace and Sebastian walked silently to the training room, Jace wondered just how pissed Sebastian was. Sebastian was in lead, his stride confident and calm. That was never a good sign. Jace and Sebastian had settled many disputes like this; they had ever since they were a child. Most of the time they did not seriously harm each other or at least nothing an iratze couldn't fix.

Sebastian walked to the middle of the room, waiting for Jace to join him. "What kind of fighting are we doing today brother?" Jace asked wondering in what way he would get his ass beat. He knew against Sebastian he could hold his own, but due to the agreement he made he knew that he would have to let Sebastian win. He owed him that much.

"Well originally I was thinking just open palm, but after this morning I'm considering sword play." Sebastian said with a smile, it never reached his eyes, he was actually serious. Jace wanted to try to talk his way out of serious harm, maybe explaining things to Sebastian would make it better.

"Nothing happened last night Sebastian, when we came home both of you were trashed. I helped you to bed and then Clary and I talked about what happened at the club and we came to an understanding. She asked me to tuck her in…" That was as far as he got before Sebastian had hauled back punching him in the gut, knocking the wind out of him.

"So you decided to tuck her in and then get into bed with her." Sebastian felt much better after hitting Jace, this is what they had needed since Clary had arrived, a little brother-to-brother bonding time. Jace was gasping trying to regain his breath, he straightened up.

"She didn't want me to leave so I slept on top of the blankets, she was under them." Sebastian had cocked back again but this time Jace was ready for it and he ducked at the last second swirling around to Sebastian's back. "I told her we would be taking things slow, you know, considering."

Sebastian turned quickly, grasping for Jace and found nothing but air. "That's not fair; you said I could hit you until I wasn't angry anymore."

"Yes I did but you're mad over something that didn't even happen, I'm not just going to stand there and let you hit me for nothing." Jace said, he was perched on one of the lower rafters crouched down low. Jace had always had an amazing talent for fighting, he could do things that no other person Sebastian had met could do.

"So you didn't sleep with her you just slept next to her." Sebastian said looking up at Jace, while Jace was talented, Sebastian was too, he bent down and sprung back up grabbing a hold of the rafter and pulling himself up with ease.

Jace stood up more, finding his center of balance, they had done this before, and Jace knew how it would end; one remaining on the beam, one on the floor. At least it was better than being stabbed. "Yes I did, and I would and will do it again." Sebastian charged Jace and he timed himself well; jumping and flipping over Sebastian landing behind him.

Sebastian turned to face him; they were within arm's reach of each other now. "What makes you think you're good enough for her?" Sebastian asked, and for him this was the perfect question. Jace was momentarily distracted enough for Sebastian to use his foot to sweep Jace off his. Jace's back hit the beam before he fell to the ground.

Sebastian jumped down hovering over Jace, nothing was seriously injured, but for now Jace didn't want to move much, his back was killing him. "I know I'm not good enough for her, but she makes me want to try to be someone that is." Jace said wincing through the pain. "I love her Sebastian."

Sebastian knew how Jace was, had seen him with his fair share of women, he had never once said he loved any girl, or really any one that Sebastian could ever recall. When they were kids Jace had been given a hawk to train by their adoptive father. Jace loved that bird and spent countless hours letting his hands get torn apart by the sharp beak of the bird. In the end the bird had learned to love him and Jace had loved the bird. It was not trained; their adopted dad said the bird was broken, and Jace never saw the bird again. Jace came away from that training learning that love only breaks people; it does not make them stronger. Jace had never loved anyone or anything since.

Sebastian held out his hand, Jace grabbed it and was pulled to standing. Sebastian drew an iratze on his shoulder and soon the pain ebbed away. Jace twisted and turned, grateful to have full movement in his back. "We cool now?" Jace asked Sebastian, hoping their fight was over.

"Yeah little brother, we are."