"It's weird, isn't it?" Clary asked, fumbling with the hem of her shirt.

"That you had sex with your husband? I don't think so." Camille said, winking at one of the waiters; Clary just rolled her eyes.

Clary and Camille had been roommates the first two years of college. After that Camille had moved in with her boyfriend and Clary had moved in with Isabelle. Camille had been tall, blond and a model. She had been spotted at some sort of vacation with her boyfriend, who was the lead singer in some popular British boy-band.

It was funny, Clary thought, all of her girlfriends were tall and gorgeous, none of them awkward or weird looking like her.

"You don't get Cam, I had sex with Jace, but we still haven't talked. Isn't that weird, I mean you can't just have sex them someone, and still...well you know..." Clary said, she didn't really know how to tell Camille about the feelings that were eating her up inside.

"Then why don't you just talk? I mean I talk with Kirk all the time, and you and Jace are like...the most perfect couple I know. I mean you guys are like fire and water and you can still make it work." Camille said taking a bite of her salmon.

"We can't make it work Cammi, why do you think we're seeing a shrink?" Clary said, her voice low. Clary wasn't proud of the whole shrink thing, it meant that her mother was right; Jace and she were too different.

"Don't be like that," Camille said; her voice soft. "You are going to make it work, believe me, I know you, both of you. Jace loves you too much to let you go, and you love him too much to go."

"Why is everything always so easy in your life?" Clary asked bluntly, "I mean, you just got engaged, your job is going great and you have never ever had a bad hair day." Camille laughed at this, leaning back in her seat with her eyes closed, head back and exposing a long white throat.

When Camille had composed herself again she looked at Clary.

"First of all, I have been waiting for god knows how long for Kirk to pull it together and step up with a ring; you got one after 3 years! Second my job is so stressful and full of rules I mean I can even eat a cookie without the possibility to lose my job! And sweetie you don't have a bad hair day it's called sex hair." Camille didn't sound mad; the exact opposite actually, she smiled through the whole thing.

"You need to tell Jace, and not just what happened yesterday but everything, you have to start from the beginning." Camille told her.

Clary and Camille stared at each other for a long time.

"How? How am I going to tell him?" Clary asked quietly.

"I don't know, but you have to. Jace loves you but if you don't come clean with him... I don't know Clary, but you have to, maybe not today but soon."

Later

"I'm home" Clary called out when she entered the apartment. She took of her shoes and hung her coat.

"In here," Jace called from the kitchen. Clary made her way towards her husband, and couldn't help the smile that appeared when she saw him. Jace was cooking, with an apron on: a pink one.

"What are you doing?" Clary asked lifting herself up on the counter.

"I'm not sure... it was supposed to be some kind of pancakes, but I think I messed something up." Jace said, his eyebrows slowly knitting together. Clary just laughed. Seeing Jace baking was always a funny sight, hearing him admitting that he had done something wrong was even funnier.

"You know, I'm pretty sure that you aren't allowed to laugh at your husband." Jace told her.

"Oh really?" Clary asked, Jace just smiled slowly and lion like, his golden eyes shining.

"You know, if I were you I wouldn't question me like that," he walked toward her, in a slow and almost threatening manner. Clary could feel the butterflies in her stomach, and the squeal working its way up.

The atmosphere in the room had changed, and if Jace hadn't been wearing the pink apron, she would have taken it more serious.

Jace reached her, and very slowly he let his lips gaze hers. Clary could feel all the feelings from the night before build up. It had really been a long time since they had last been this close. And now it felt like she couldn't get enough.

Clary closed the small gap between them.

She didn't know how but suddenly she was lying on the kitchen counter, Jace on top of her. Her hands in his hair, his arms around her and his lips, claiming every inch of skin he could reach. She was happy, maybe this wasn't the perfect relationship, but they were on their way.

Flashback

"Clary, come on!" Jace called.

Clary looked up and smiled, the wedding photographer was finally done with the groom and his best men, so now it was her turn. She got up, the long white dress gliding over the grass when she walked, and she couldn't help but smile; everything was just perfect. The dress, the dinner and now her first wedding photo, all of it was perfect.

Hello

so i'm back :) sorry for the long wait:(

hope you're all okay, i am :)

so for those of you who are interested i have made an original story :D and i'm so exited! the first chapter are already up on a my blog(something that i made just for my own new story) you are welcome to check it out (please do:)) there will also be minor short stories and maybe some other stuff i don't know... but it's stuff you can read!

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so until next time :)