Do one where clary has a boyfriend but jace is madly in love with her...! Youre really a great writer. Xxx

:you should do another clace one where they're partners for something. (i.e. partners in crime, poilce partners, outlaws, runaways, etc.)


July

Clary sighed as she dropped her head to her desk in frustration. Being a police officer wasn't hard, wasn't easy, sometimes boring, sometimes terrifying. But right now, it was the easy part and the boring part as she and her partner filled out the paperwork for the last jerkoff that they put behind bars.

He was a simple guy, killed his wife because he was an alcoholic and a lunatic. Easy, simple, obvious really. They found plenty of evidence and thanks to Simon, the forensics basically pointed a straight, florescent line to the suspect.

But as she was finally starting to get somewhere with the files, Jace, her partner, groaned and threw his pen to the ground. "I hate this part."

She rolled her eyes. "Well, you knew that you'd have to do it."

"Doesn't matter. Can't you do this? I'll go get us some coffee."

He tried to move around her but Clary reached behind her, grabbed Jace's jacket, and tugged him back to his seat. "Don't even try it, Casanova."

"What?"

"I know that you're just going to flirt with the barista down at Starbucks. I'm not an idiot."

Jace ran a hand through his blonde hair, turning in his chair to look directly at Clary across the small space. "Yeah, but I get us free coffee."

"No."

"But–"

"Jace Lightwood," Clary said sternly. "Just because Maryse is the director, doesn't mean that you're just going to bullshit your way around the NYPD. When you shoot someone, you do paperwork for it. Deal with it. Understand?"

He glared at her, but he grabbed his pen off the floor anyway. "But I didn't get to shoot anybody."

She tightened the grip on her pen, trying her best not to snap. Jace always just wanted violence, trouble, shootings and stress. He thrived off of the danger of the job. He wanted the serial killer and massacres. Clary was content with simpler police duties. Cracking cases and not having bullets fly by her head. Especially with Simon worrying every second.

Speak of the devil, five minutes later he came up in the elevator, smiling at her and making a B-line for her desk. He leaned on it with his hands, ignoring the looks Jace was giving him. "Hey, you."

She beamed up at her boyfriend. "Hey, how was the homicide case with that fire?"

"Isabelle and I are working on it," he said. "But Alec is getting impatient. He and Magnus wanted it done yesterday, but they forget that these things take time, especially with all the shit our crime lab has throwing at us."

Jace scoffed. "Maybe if you could actually do your job, you wouldn't rely on my sister to make yourself look good."

Simon glared at Jace. "Says the guy that sent my girlfriend to the hospital."

"What?" Jace stood, and Clary could tell that, once again, his body language wanted to pumble Simon to the ground. "I–"

"Babe, are you ready for lunch?" Clary interrupted. "Come on, let's go. Now." Without a question, she grabbed Simon's hand and yanked the two away from each other. Mainly because Jace could physically beat Simon to a pulp, which would make him lose his job, and aside from their bickering she knew that she didn't want a different partner.

The couple burst out of the NYPD office door and into the warm air of the summer. And as soon as they were there, Clary turned to Simon and slapped him in the back of the head.

"Ow!" he yelled. "What was that for?"

"Will you and Jace ever get along?"

Simon's mouth dropped. "He pisses me off, Clary. Not to mention having the hots for you."

"We're partners," she clarified. "Even if I was single, Jace was single, he was maybe possibly a decent person, we'd still be partners, Simon. End of discussion. Honestly, you're driving me up the wall."

He sighed. "Okay, I'm sorry. He just gets under my skin."

"Well, don't worry about it." She leaned up, kissing Simon's cheek. "Okay. There's nothing to stress about."

He nodded. "Right. Nothing."


2 months later: September

Jace and Clary were stuck in the car, again, on the lookout for another suspect. Drinking coffee. In silence. Just waiting and watching while Alec and Magnus were out on the other street, looking for the same 'dark prince' looking character that murdered a twenty-four year old woman.

And Jace was fidgety. He kept tapping his fingers, bouncing his knee, biting his lip. She figured that he just drank too much coffee, but when he couldn't calm down at all, she figured that something was really up.

After a while, Clary couldn't take it. "Jace, what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Don't lie. We're both detectives, in case you forgot."

He sighed, closing his eyes and dropping his head back. "Can't we just focus on the case?"

"I can. Can you?"

"Yes."

Clary turned, leaning on the armrest. "Talk to me, Jace. We're not best friends, but we don't keep secrets from each other. We have to trust each other."

He opened his eyes and nodded. "Look, I didn't want to tell you until the case was closed, okay?"

"Okay."

She watched as he turned in his seat as well, their 'spying' duties momentarily put on hold. "So, you know how Isabelle and I share an apartment?"

"Yeah."

"And sometimes, in our professions of law work, we have to work overtime. Which means we get home late and there are complications with relationships and things."

Clary gave him a stern look. "Jace, get to the point."

"Simon and Isabelle stayed together last night." He blurted out.

Confusion. That's all Clary could think. She went back to her conversation with Simon. He claimed that they had a lot of work to do, that they were behind on cases, that they DNA analysis to run, and that he couldn't hang out last night. But that was around nine.

"What time was he over there?"

Jace sighed. "They thought I was out with Kaelie, not knowing that I was in the apartment, and they burst through the door around eight."

"Meaning?"

Jace sighed. "They were kissing, Clary. Simon cheated on you."


Two weeks later:

The break up was simple. Clary was mad. Simon tried to lie about it, eventually told her the truth, tried to apologize and she may have asked Jace to shoot him. Considering they had the confrontation in the middle of the office the next day, there was a bit of tension on the fourth floor. After the case, Maryse had given Clary a week off to calm down, considering Jace had to stop her from shooting an unarmed suspect. That was interesting to say the least.

Simon had tried for a while, sending apologies and I'm sorrys. She didn't take any of them, though. She didn't want to hear it. He lied, end of discussion. They all managed to keep the trouble out of the office, but it was awkward with Jace and Isabelle being related.

And when her doorbell rang to her apartment, she groaned. She just got back from the gym, was tired, and she didn't want to deal with anyone.

"Look, I'm tired and–"

"Hi," Jace said with a small smile. He pushed past her, despite her protests. "I figured you'd want some company. And I don't care if you're tired." He dropped some bags on the counter. "Also, I brought food."

Clary sighed, closing the door. "Let me guess, Simon and Isabelle are at your apartment."

"Um, yeah." He chuckled nervously. "But hey, I brought ingredients for chicken parmesan, red wine, and World War Z."

"Really?" Clary chuckled, walking up to him and looking at the mess of stuff on the counter. "You outdid yourself, partner."

"Well, I can't have you going hungry. I need you to watch my back, after all." He clapped his hands together, turning towards the stove. "Now, let's do this."

At first, she wondered how strange it would be. Jace and herself hung out outside of work, of course, but it was never alone. They had Isabelle and Alec and Magnus or Maryse and Robert or Sebastian or anyone really. They always had someone else around. But yet, here they were in her apartment. She had nothing but a tank top and shorts on. Jace looked extremely comfortable as he moved around the kitchen, like it was natural for him.

Clary sat on the counter as he did his thing. She knew he could cook, was fully aware of it actually, but she never saw it in action. What else had she missed in the past two years of working with him?

He even looked pretty good, which was something she never noticed before. She knew he was attractive but didn't let herself really think it. The wine she was drinking was changing her mind though, and she smiled with her eyes over the rim of her glass as Jace talked.

And they talked about everything. They knew a lot, but they managed to stay away from subjects like family and work and relationships. He didn't ask about Simon. She didn't ask about Kaelie. They were just friends having fun, not partners. Friends.

Maybe they could do this more often.


One month later: Late October

"What are you doing for Halloween?" Jace asked from his desk.

Clary shrugged, propping her feet up as she studied her computer. "We'll probably be working, Jace. Weird shit always happens on Halloween."

"Doesn't mean we can't be lucky this year."

"We?"

"Yeah." He gave her a small smile. "You and me. Why not? Your apartment is getting boring. Besides, there aren't rules saying we can't hang out at haunted houses or a bar."

Clary rolled her eyes. "I wouldn't get your hopes up, Jace. Maryse might give us an assignment and we can't take a night off to get drunk and go scare the shit out of ourselves. Besides, aren't you a little old for that?"

"Come on, Clary." He stood, walking over and leaning against Clary's desk. "We have fun together, right?"

She gave him a look saying 'I know what you're doing' but went along with it. "Yeah, we do."

"And we're friends, right?"

"Yeah, we are."

"So, give me one reason why this is a bad idea."

She was about to answer when the elevator rang and it opened, revealing Simon and Isabelle. Awkwardness fell over the seen as Jace refused to move and stare down Clary's ex with distain. Isabelle said hey, which he nodded to, but Clary just watched as they walked off. She wasn't going to give Simon the satisfaction of knowing she was still kind of upset, but he looked uncomfortable and nervous and she was finding amusement in it.

By the time they made it to Maryse's office down the hall, Jace was smiling. "He can't even look at you."

"He knows he fucked up."

"Yeah, he did," Jace nodded, giving her a small smile. "So, you and me on Wednesday? Is it a date?"

"A date?" she shot back.

His eyes slightly widened when he realized what he said, but Jace recovered with no surprise and smirked. "Yeah, a date."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely," he smiled. "Simon missed out. I'm not about to do the same."


Clary was on the couch in her Black Widow outfit, waiting for Jace to arrive. They were going to Halloween party at a local bar, and she was actually kind of excited. She was never one for flashy parties, but she figured that it was going to be good to let loose.

Finally, Jace knocked on her door and let himself in. Since he had a key and they'd gotten accustomed together, she was used to him making the place like home. With Simon and Isabelle together, he basically spent more time here with Clary than at his own apartment, especially when he used to crash on the couch sometimes.

She smiled at him in his Arrow outfit, doing a 360 in it. Leather looked good on him, and the green fit pretty well too. His short curls didn't really fit the character, but his build and attitude did.

"Are you ready to get drunk, dance with people we don't know, and maybe end up in the right bed tonight?"

She laughed at his cheeriness. "The first two, yes. Probably not the third."

"Come on, Clary." He moved behind the couch where she sat, leaning down until his face hovered upside down in front of hers. "Let loose, tonight. Don't think about work or jobs or responsibilities. Just go for what you want for once, alright?"

She sighed and nodded, shoving his shoulders away. "Jerk, fine. Just don't make fun of me when I call you in the morning because I lost my car keys."

Jace rolled his eyes. "It's been too long since you've been out if you think we're driving. Cabs only."

"Really?"

"Trust me. All you need is your phone and wallet."

Clary sighed but grabbed the essentials that Jace instructed. "Okay. Let's do it."

Jace paid for the taxi, no matter how much Clary fought him. She didn't want to feel like a charity, or worse, a date. Good lord, this couldn't be a date. Yes, he was attractive. Yes, he was quite the sweet talker. But it had always just been a game between them, especially when she was dating Simon. She knew better.

But she wasn't dating Simon anymore. And she was getting to know Jace even better now.

Let loose, tonight. Don't think about work or jobs or responsibilities. Just go for what you want for once, alright?

His words echoed in her head a few times on the way to the bar. She would catch herself looking at him. She would just think about it, smile at him. And she finally realized in the cab as he talked with his hands about the World Cup…

She liked Jace.

But it was different than the past few years. Before she could really contemplate though, they had arrived.

He grabbed her hand out of the cab and walked to the bouncer. Apparently, Jace and this guy, the name was Meliorn, knew each other and the guy let them in without question or an entrance fee.

The bar itself wasn't anything crazy, but it was nice. A stage had a live band playing and a dance floor people were taking over. Booths and tables were set up by the bar on the west side, away from the music and dancing, and Jace led Clary over there by the hand, taking a seat at a small table for two.

"What would you like?" he asked as he let her sit.

She hesitated. "I can get my own drink, Jace."

"Nonsense. What'll it be?"

"Screwdriver, martini, vodka soda, long Island, I don't care," she relented with a smile. "Surprise me."

He nodded and walked off but was back before she really got a good look at the place. But while he was gone, she did notice one specific little thing.

"Kaelie is here?" she asked, pointing towards the dancefloor while she grinded on someone that Clary didn't know.

Jace sighed as he spotted her. "I guess so. I haven't seen her since we stopped seeing each other."

"Why did you stop?"

He shrugged, looking directly at Clary. "I'm interested in someone else."

Clary took in what he said but didn't comment, taking a sip of her… Jack and coke instead. And it was good. She'd never had one, but she had to admit that Jace did well on picking that.

They talked for a while about this and that, random stuff. The atmosphere was relaxing, despite the music and crowded area. Clary felt genuinely, just, calm and happy as Jace kept her laughing and thinking. She knew he was smart, but he was smart in all aspects outside of criminal justice. Music, movies, sports, science, anything. He just kept surprising her.

"So what's your deal?" Jace asked her at one point. They were a few drinks in and started to really get to the interesting conversations.

"Deal?"

"Yeah, you and Simon break up, but you haven't really done much ever since. You haven't been on a date. Haven't looked at anyone." Jace leaned back casually, eyeing her carefully. "Have you moved on?"

Clary rolled her eyes. "Yes," she said surely. "I have. That doesn't mean that I have to sleep with other people to prove that I've moved on from Simon. He and Isabelle are happy. I get that. But I'm happy not having a boyfriend right now."

He nodded. "Right. Well, even if you don't want or have a boyfriend," He stood, holding his hand out, "Do you still want to dance, Black Widow?"

"Funny," she smiled, grabbing his hand. "But I would love to, Green Arrow."

He smirked and they made their way in the mix of costumes and people, bumping into what looked like Robin hood, Cinderella, someone dressed as a condom, and basically every Marvel character that was created. But they eventually found a spot in the mix of people and Jace pulled Clary close in his drunken haze, dropping his hands to her hips as his front pressed to her back.

Even to her surprise, she let him and melted against Jace with the songs of Jay-Z and others playing around her. The drinks allowed her relax, to avoid overthinking, and they started to get handsy quickly. Her fingers dug into Jace's curls, under his hood. His moved across her stomach and under her skin tight clothing, gripping the bare skin of her hips. They moved their bodies together as they both got lost in the smells of sweat, perfume, the alcohol, the music, the feeling of a body against their own.

Her hands were wrapped in Jace's hair as his chin rested on her shoulder. She could feel his breathing on her neck, the feeling of the heated air brushing over her skin, and chill bumps arose across her skin. And that's when she moaned unconsciously, her eyes closed.

Jace tightened his grip on her hips at the sound. He moved one hand, brushing her curls to one side as his mouth descended on her neck and he kissed her lightly, almost like it was a question.

She answered by moving even closer to him, grinding herself against him. The more he kissed her, the closer she got, and eventually Jace reached his hand up and took her chin in his fingers. Before either comprehended what was happening, their lips connected in a passionate and heated connection.

Clary twisted in Jace's hold, moving her arms around his neck as they both pulled each other closer. He pushed his tongue passed her lips and she relented simply because she liked the feeling, pulling him down to her even more.

They weren't sure how long they made out/danced in the club. It felt like hours, but it could've simply been twenty minutes. Clary didn't care. Neither did Jace. Although Clary had thought about this moment many times in their growing friendship outside the office, she never thought either would actually allow it to happen.

Well, that's what alcohol does to you.

Jace's hands moved down her lower back to her butt, squeezing lightly as he pulled her closer. Simon was never that forward, never kissed like this, and she realized that she loved it. Simon had a questioned, careful side. Jace was charming and dominant. Not to the point that it scared her.

Just to the point that it turned her on. And that realization made her want to leave.

"Jace?" she asked against his mouth, but he moved to her neck instantly, sucking the skin into his mouth. "Jace," she repeated.

"Hmm?"

"Let's go to my apartment," she moaned, barely able to get the words out.

Jace pulled back, a small smile on his face. His eyes were dark with lust, the gold almost completely gone. She was sure she looked the same. His sweat had caused his curls to stick to his forehead and the back of his neck. He was flushed. And he was gorgeous and Clary definitely wanted him.

He nodded, pulling her closer for one kiss before grabbing her hand. "Don't have to tell me twice."


The next morning:

Clary was naked, sticky, and hot. That's what she noticed first as she woke to the sunlight shining through her bedroom window. Second thing? She was thirsty. Third thing? She registered the body next to her.

Well, more like under her. Her left leg and arm were protectively draped over his, the sheets pulled down to their waists. He hand one hand wrapped around her forearm, and the other arm that she was lying against was secured around her back, holding her close to him. She slowly looked up from his chest and smiled when she noticed a hickey against his throat where his head was turned away from her.

Maryse would be okay with his. She let Alec and Magnus be partners and be together. Simon and Isabelle were happy, so they shouldn't care about them. Clary finally let herself accept the possibility of being with Jace as she watched him, and she liked the idea. She liked it a lot.

Her lips pressed against his collarbone, up to his neck and she kissed the soft, sensitive spot where his hickey was. She felt him stir and his head turned, those golden irises revealed after a few blinks to drive the sleep away.

"Morning," he said in a soft, groggy voice.

She smiled at him, resting her cheek against his shoulder. "Morning."

They were quiet for a few minutes, their hands slowly dancing over exposed skin. Clary's chest and body were pressed firmly to Jace's, but neither really wanted to do anything to change that. more or less, they liked the close contact and the soft touches as they explored soft skin again.

But finally, she felt a kiss to her hairline, Jace's lips moving over her forehead. His hand moved to tilt her chin up adn he caught her lips with his. When they released, he smiled down at her with a cheeky grin.

"What?" she chuckled.

He shook his head with a laugh. "You have morning breath."

"Ew! Jace," she teased, slapping his stomach as he started to laugh and tickle her. "Jace, stop! Jace Wayland!"

"It's officer," he shot back, sliding over her and pinning her arms above her head. She was helpless and caught under him as he forced his way between her hips, his eyes taking her in.

But she rolled her eyes at him. "We've been together for less than twenty-four hours and you think you're the dominant one?" she flipped them before he could respond, sitting across him as she pinned his arms down this time. Although he probably was stronger, he let her do it and took in this side of her. "And it's detective Fray, Officer Wayland. Watch it, or I'll arrest you."

His beaming smile only caused her to laugh at their own stupidity. "You're hot when you're all dominant."

"And you're a hot mess when you're turned on."

"It's happened a lot lately," he shrugged, turning his hands so he could hold hers with their fingers interlocked, still pressed above his head against the pillows. "You just do something to me, Clary. I can't help it."

She responded by kissing him, letting the feeling of being together finally take over. They had been doing this dance for a while, for months, and the idea of being together was almost overwhelming. But after last night, she knew that this was what she wanted. She loved Jace as a friend and a partner. And she had a feeling that it wouldn't take to long to love him as a lover either.

He slowed the kissing after a few moments, slipping his hands from hers and cupping her cheeks lightly before slowly pushing her away enough to look at her. "You know, I kind of want some breakfast. You made me use up a bit of energy last night."

She rolled her eyes. "Don't blame that on me. You were completely willing."

He chuckled and nodded. "Absolutely," he smiled, kissing her again. "And after I make some eggs and toast, I'll show you just how willing you were too."

She rolled off of him, watching as he stood and stretched. Her eyes raked over his body as her mouth spoke. "Does this mean I get the special treatment?"

He winked, slipping a pair of sweatpants on that he kept in Clary's drawer for whenever he stayed over before (platonically, of course). "Do you want the Wayland treatment?"

"Do I get a repeat of last night and breakfast?"

Jace moved towards the bed, kissing her softly one more time. "Possibly. And maybe a massage too."

She smiled into the kiss, watching him walk away. He was down the hall when she finally fell back against the bed, taking everything in. She realized that this was different. Jace didn't have to ask for clothes, because he had some here already. He didn't ask where her pots and pans were because he'd cooked there a thousand times. He didn't ask how she liked her coffee because he'd made it for her a dozen times. And he didn't have to as what she wanted for breakfast because she loved eggs and toast.

He was fully aware of who she was as a person, and she knew what Jace was like as well. Now, they were fully aware of each other in all aspect of the world.

She smiled to herself at the feeling. This was something she could get used to.


It's been a while, but I just wanted to write one of these again. What do you think? Yes or no? I had fun with it at least!