Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. All rights belong to Cassandra Clare.

Jace regretted kissing her. It's not that he regretted the kiss, God no, he just regretted kissing her when he wasn't able to see her for two days.

He had gone home and honest to God walked into a door he had been so out of it. Jordan wasn't happy when he walked in on Friday with a bruised cheekbone. But makeup had fixed it right up and he was as good as new.

Well not exactly. He was so out of it during shoot. Luckily it worked for the type of poses he had to do. The-girl-I'm-seriously-crushing-on-and-I-just-kissed look he was sporting was perfect. The only problem was that he had to go back to his house when he was done, knowing he wasn't going to see her for another 24 hours.

Texting had been at an all time high. She wasn't at work but he knew she was enjoying the time she had by herself. As much as he wanted to see her he didn't want to suffocate her. He had nothing but free time the last month and a half, a luxury she didn't have. He'd give her her space until she gave him the clear to come over.

Plus Robert was there. Which was another reason he wanted to leave. The four of them sat in the living room for hours, all on their phones while Robert clicked through the tv. It was hard, biting his tongue to keep from saying anything.

And it didn't help that the three of them gave him strange looks every time he let out a laugh at his phone. He knew he looked like a lunatic, grinning the way he was, he just couldn't care less.

"Jace, if you smile any wider your face is going to break." Alec finally broke the silence, a smirk visible in his voice.

Jace showed him his favorite finger, not looking up from his phone.

"Who's got you so hooked anyways?" Robert asked, something that was pretty clear he wanted to ask for a while.

"His girl." Izzy grinned.

"Who?" Robert asked, confused. As far as he knew Jace had never had a girl, never wanted a girl.

"Clary." Alec shrugged, going back to his phone. "They met about a month and a half ago."

"Oh." Robert looked at Jace. He certainly looked happier. Even when he wasn't smiling there wasn't the normal scowl etched on his face. He looked lighter than he had in years, in all the time Robert had known him.

"Speaking of." Jace looked up for the first time in hours. "I'm heading over there so I'll see you tomorrow."

"I thought you weren't going over until tomorrow?" Izzy asked him.

"She offered on Thursday." He got up, walking to his room. "And we both sleep better when we're together." He shrugged.

He grabbed the bag sitting on his bed. It had been packed since he woke up, ready to go whenever she said she was ready.

"Alright, I'll be back tomorrow." He stood overlooking the room. "When are you staying to Robert?"

"Monday morning." He answered, leaning his head back so he could look at Jace. "I'm sure I'll see you before than?"

Jace nodded. "Yeah, she goes back to work at like midnight on Sunday."

"Midnight?" Robert questioned.

"Yeah." Jace grinned. "She's a doctor."

"Oh." Robert tried to hide his surprise. "I'll see you Sunday than."

"Yeah." Jace said distracedly, Clary had texted him again. "Bye." He called over is shoulder as he walked out the door.

He heard Izzy and Alec call back, telling him to say hi to Clary for him. Something that made him ridiculously happy.

She had told him to pick up dinner on his way. It was 6 o'clock and she was starving. And just like always he could eat.

So here he was, standing at her door with a pizza in one hand and flowers in his other. She opened the door in her pajamas, a pair of soft shorts and a t-shirt.

"Hey you." He smiled down at her.

"Hi." She took a step forward to kiss him. Needless to say he no longer regretted kissing her. "Hungry?"

"Always." He followed her in, setting the pizza on the counter and handing her the flowers.

"They're so pretty." She smiled widely as she took them, smelling them. "Thank you."

He kissed her head. "What's the plan for tonight?"

"Netflix and food." She smiled over at him as she put the flowers in a vase.

"Sounds pefect." He grabbed two cans of pop from the fridge and set them on the table. "We should start a show."

"What show?" She asked, grabbing plates from the pantry.

"I don't know." He shrugged, opening the pizza and putting some on his plate. She did the same before following her to the couch.

He sat in one corner of the couch while she sat in the other. That would have to change later. Their legs overlapped in the middle and he wondered why he ever thought fucking strangers was a good idea.

"It's got to be something neither of us have watched before." She took a bite of her pizza, moaning and making a face that would haunt his dreams. "The Following?"

He nodded. "Alec loves that show, I've been meaning to watch it."

"Sounds like a plan." She dusted her hands off on her now empty plate and grabbed a remote.

By the time he was done with his four pieces it was up and ready to go. The lights were off and she was walking back to the couch with a large fluffy blanket.

"Come here." He opened his arms. "You're sitting to far away."

She smiled, flopping down between his legs so she was laying on his chest. "Agreed."

He spread the blanket over them, making sure it didn't cover her face, and than wrapped his arms around her.

"How are you so comfortable?" She asked into his chest.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm laying on your abs and I feel like I'm laying on a pillow. That's scientifically impossible."

Jace laughed. "I don't know, love. I've never laid on abs before."

They laid like that for hours. His hand rubbing rhythmic circles on her hip. Her fingers tapping on his chest. He never wanted to move.

Clary's fingers stilled and he looked down to see her sleeping, eyes closed and breathing even. He studied her freckles. Her nose and cheeks were coated with them. The top of her forehead had really light ones and there were light scattered patches across her face. His favorite was the heart shaped one below her eye.

He gently touched it. She unconsciously snuggled her head in his hand and he couldn't help but grin. She was to cute.

It wasn't to long before he drifted off himself. Arms around her, hands back at her sides. Her legs were curled up and feet tucked in the couch. The blanket was keeping them warm and he was so content the light of the t.v. and the lack of fan didn't even bother him.

And when he woke up he felt a warmness wash over him. His arms were still around her but they had turned so they were lying on their sides, facing each other, with Clary in between him and the couch. She was still out cold, fingers and legs now intertwined with him.

He couldn't find himself to move. so he laid there, memorizing her face and the facial expressions she made while she slept.

It wasn't much longer until her nose was scrunching slightly and then her eyes were blinking despite being closed. He moved a hand to rub her cheek bone, ready to see her beautiful green eyes. They blinked slowly up at him and than her lips curved into a smile.

"Good morning." She leaned forward and kissed him. He kissed her back, long and sweet.

"Morning." He pulled back and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"You have morning breath." She told him and buried her head into his neck.

"So do you love." He buried his face in her curls.

She laughed, pushing him so he was back on his back, her laying on top of him.

"We've got like three hours before Jon comes, what do you want to do?" He asked, rubbing circles on his back.

"Go grocery shopping?" She asked with a cheeky smile.

"Depends." He leaned in real close. "What do I get out of it."

She grinned and before he could kiss her she climbed off of him.

"I'll show you." She gave him a hand to help him up. He took it and she lead him to her bathroom.

"Isn't it a little to early in this relationship for shower sex?" He asked, only half teasing.

She swatted him on the chest. "I got you a toothbrush."

His heart skipped a beat. Somehow he preferred this over the shower sex.

"Thank you." He kissed her head, touched. "Now let's put them to good use so I can kiss you properly."

She laughed, grabbing her toothbrush. He copied her wondering how even something so tedious could entertain him.

"Ready to go?" He asked when she joined him at the front door. A pair of athletic shorts on and an old crewneck.

"Yeah." She pushed her feet into a pair of flip flops. "Are you?"

"Anything for you." He held open the door for her with a smile.

She went through it, sending him a smile of her own. He held her hand on the way to the car. And than while he drove. And as they walked into the store. And as they pushed around the cart. And as she refused to let him pay for her groceries, she was a doctor for christsakes. And all the way back to the apartment, even though it doubled the amount of trips they had to take. And he finally let go when they were back in the couch and she was sitting with her feet in his lap.

There was a knock on the door and she grinned widely as she hurried to the door.

"Jon!" He heard as he made his way to the door.

"Clare-bear! I missed you!"

He saw his little red head being engulfed by a large dude with blonde hair so light it was almost white. He wondered if that's what they looked like.

"I missed you too." She leaned back and grabbed Jace's hand. "This is Jace, Jace this is Jon."

Jon grinned at him and shook his hand. "It's nice to meet you."

"You too." And he meant it. He had half thought he was going to get shot when they met.

"What we eating?" Jon asked as he made his way to the kitchen.

Clary shrugged. "We just went shopping so whatever really."

"I don't care what we eat." Jon plopped down at the island. "I've just missed your cooking."

Jace laughed, hopping on the counter next to the sink. Clary rolled her eyes and leaned on his leg. His hand unconsciously went to her back and started rubbing in circles.

"Quesadillas? Tacos? Pasta? Chicken Divine? Or Pepperoni Bread? Your pick." Clary told him.

Jon groaned. "But I love quesadillas and pepperoni bread equally."

Clary rolled her eyes. "It's up to you than Jace."

"What? No! You're the one with the leftovers what would you rather have?"

"I don't care, what would you rather have?"

Jace sighed, thinking. "Quesadillas."

"Now was that so hard?" She teased and leaned off of him, going to the cupboard.

Jon laughed. "Jeez Clare, don't have to be so harsh."

Jace didn't mind. He liked how quick her tongue was and how much she teased him, even though he shouldn't. It was giant turn on.

Clary shrugged. "He teases me too. It's a symbiotic relationship."

Jon rolled his eyes. "That's healthy."

Clary scoffed, grabbing the chicken from the freezer. "You and Seelie have been in a beneficial relationship for three years with a rule that you can't see anyone else and you still won't ask her out. Real healthy."

Jace bit his lip to stop from laughing.

"Were just friends." Jon rolled his eyes before adding, "who like to see each other naked," when Clary looked at him.

"Wow." She dumped the chicken in a skillet on the stove. "Real healthy."

"Oh, shut up." Jon was grinning now.

Clary was smiling as she turned on the maker. "It's a good thing you chose quesadillas, pepperoni bread takes hours, I forgot about all the prep work."

Jace shrugged. "What can I say, I'm a genius."

Jon's phone rang and he excused himself. Jace took advantage of his absence by kissing her, still sitting on the counter.

"He's a lot cooler than I thought'd he be." Jace told her as she pulled her lips away from him, not moving from where she was leaning.

" He knows I can take care of myself. " she shrugged. "It's only dangerous if they hurt me."

Jace grinned. "Noted." He didn't plan on it.

She grinned up at him, kissing him once more before turning her attention back to the chicken. Jace watched her. It was unfair how he found everything she did so attractive.

"Sorry about that." Jon came back in the room, sliding into a seat at the island. "I might have to leave a little earlier than I expected."

He didn't look very happy which was probably why Clary only pursed her lips that.

"Want to set the table for me?" She asked him instead, putting the chicken and cheese on their shells and than putting them in the machine. She had it down to a science.

"Sure." He slid out of his chair and grabbed the plates from the cupboard. Jace helped him, grabbing three cups from another cupboard.

"What do you guys want?" He asked opening the fridge.

"Water's fine with me." Jon called from the dinning room.

"Same." Clary took the quesadilla off and put a new one on, cutting the first one.

Jace poured three cups and took them to the table where Jon was putting out napkins and chips.

"So what do you do for a living?" Jon asked him.

"I'm a model." Jace shrugged. "It wasn't exactly what I wanted to do with my life but it's not exactly horrible."

Jon nodded. "Even the job you wanted isn't always what it's cracked up to be. There's no one in this world I love more than my sister and I only see her a couple times a year. It's not exactly what I had envisioned."

"That goes both ways for you guys." Jace ran his hand through his hair. "It'd be different if it wasn't two workaholics trying to see each other. One is barely doable."

Jon nodded. "I guess we get that from our dad, he didn't know how to not work either."

"I'm sure those are two different things." Jace shrugged.

"Did she tell you about him?" Jon raised his eyebrows.

Jace nodded.

"She must really like you."

"I hope so."

"Anyone want sour cream or lettuce?" Clary walked in with three plates in her hands.

Jace shook his head as Jon nodded. She put the plates down and than went back in the kitchen.

"I wouldn't be meeting you if she didn't."

"Have you met a lot?"

"You're the first." Jon grinned at him.

Jace's mouth opened a little in surprise.

"You guys ready to eat?" Clary walked in carrying lettuce, sour cream, and a plate of lemons. She really liked water with lemon.

Jace really wished Jon wasn't there so he could take her in his arms and kiss her until neither of them remembered what day it was.

"Yeah." Jon smirked a little, knowing the bomb he just dropped.

Jace nodded, sliding into a chair and trying his best to rearrange his face. He knew that he had completely dropped his walls and his desire for her had just been written undeniably on his face.

"You alright?" Clary asked him, looking worried.

"Yeah." Jace smiled at her. And she smiled back.

And that's how they spent the next there hours. Sitting at the table and talking. Jace learned that Jon was actually a huge softie who liked to spend his free time working on projects in his barn, watching Netflix, and having casual hookups with the same girl whenever he could.

And Jon really liked Jace. There was just something in the way he looked at his sister. Like she hung the moon. And as gross as it was he wanted someone to treat her right. And Jace seemed to do just that. He washed the dishes, scooped her ice cream, held the door open for her, and made her laugh constantly.

"Bye Clary." Jon reached down to hug his baby sister. "I'll try to see you as soon as I can."

"Bye big brother." She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on to him. "Me too. I'm only a phone call away."

She let go of him and Jon turned to Jace.

"It was nice meeting you." He shook his hand. "Take good care of my sister."

"I will." Jace grinned, wrapping his arm around Clary as they watched the door close behind him.

"Come on." Clary tugged his hand. "I want to watch some Once Upon a Time."

Jace laughed. "What happened to the Following?"

Clary shrugged. "I got an email notification and they just added the 6th season."

Jace couldn't find it in himself to protest. Even when he looked at the clock to see it was 5 hours later and he had no idea what was going on in the show. Because when he looked down a fiery red head was laying in his arms, eyes locked on the t.v. She really deserved a break. And he'd be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying the show. But it was mostly the content look in her eyes that made him sit there in silence, stealing a kiss here and there.