"I'm gonna take a shower." Jace sighed, swinging his strong legs over the bed and leaving her in the center. Before she could worry that she'd done something wrong, he turned around and flashed her a genuine smile. In one of the hospital movies she'd seen, the woman kissed her hand and waved it at the guy, so Clary did that, pressing her lips to her salty palm and throwing it at him. He caught the figurative kiss, tucking his hand in his pocket.

"I'm saving that for later." He smiled.

"What, for me to kiss your jeans?" She laughed.

"Something like that." Jace shrugged, turning to walk into the hallways that led to the bathroom. Clary's brows furrowed at what he was talking about, hating that she knew nothing of the popular culture for the world she woke up in. She turned to the nightstand, opening to the drawer to pull out her phone. Just like Jace told her, she pressed the lower button until it rang.

"Siri?" She asked with curiosity. The line waved to show her how loud she was being, though there was really no use for it. Technology was a strange, apparently addictive thing to be around. But who was she to judge? She'd been literally hooked to electronics for the past five years, or for all she knew, her entire life.

"Yes?" The phone responded in a dull, electronic voice.

"What does kissing a guy's jeans mean?" Clary pondered to the inanimate creature. The phone showed that it was searching what she asked.

"Sorry, I don't understand 'What does kissing a guy's jeans mean' Search the web." Clary groaned at the phone turning it off and placing it back in the drawer. She slipped on her shorts, wiggling her bottom through and blushing at the next time Jace would take them off.

Now that Jace had seen, and touched her most private parts, she felt like she deserved to expose him as well. There was no telling when he'd let her touch him. With Jace, it was all about caring, but, the problem was, Clary didn't. He thought about the memories they shared together, wanting to make it sweet for her, yet Clary could remember miniscule fractions, and that was when they were actually touching. At this rate, she'd remember her childhood pet years into the future.

Clary heard the shower turn on and with a curious purse to her lips, she padded over to the bedroom door, looking down the empty hallway and wondering when Jace would return. Her fingers tapped against the doorframe as she weighted her decisions.

"Fuck it." Clary growled, loving the word that Jace had taught her. She began trudging to the bathroom door and swinging it open, no regard for Jace, who was in the shower.

"Geez, Clary, need to pee or something? You scared me!" He laughed from behind the shower, not seeing that she was working the ties of her shorts, again.

"Something like that." She repeated vaguely, smiling at the noticeable silence as he took in her words.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked, his voice at a higher pitch with wariness. Clary crossed her arms, pulling her shirt over her head and throwing it against the shower curtains to scare him; giggling when she heard him smack against the wet wall in alarm.

"Clary?" Jace whispered, but her response might as well have silenced him for the rest of the day when she stepped in next to him, as bare as the day she was taken into the hospital. His eyes bulged out as he looked at the water dripping down her breast, down her stomach, and between her sensitive legs. She stood in front of him, her hair becoming damp and then soaked, daring her eyes to go look at the hardening organ poking at her abdomen. Her confidence vanished at the sight of him, having the courage of a cowardly lion (yes, they played that at the hospital.)

"I- I don't know what to do-" He kissed her, and when he kissed her, he kissed her hard. As hard as the rigid member. For goodness sakes! She didn't even know what it was called! What was she doing with him, or what was she planning to do with him now?

"How about we teach this like a lesson? I mean, I really don't know anything about… that." Clary said, hiding her embarrassment with a tight laugh.

"Well, first of all: It, is called a penis." Jace said nervously.

"A penis?" She repeated, too scared to take her eyes away from his.

"Cock, dick, baby maker, whatever you prefer." He shrugged. Clary held onto his biceps, blushing at the feel of his penis.

"How- how does it work?" Clary whispered.

"Work? I guess I use it to pee, mainly. But, it can also make me feel really, really good." Jace answered honestly.

"Good?"

"Yeah, like I hopefully just made you feel earlier." He laughed. Clary nodded her head in understandment, holding him tighter to her.

"I can make you feel that good?" She said with disbelief, not knowing just how someone could feel flames erupting in the most pleasurable of ways inside of them. Jace nodded his head, looking at her lips. "How?" Clary asked softly.

"Like I made you feel good, with a touch, lick, whatever. It doesn't necessarily have to be another person to make that happen, either. " Jace answered.

"Can you show me?" She said, barely audible with her whispery tone. Jace pushed on her shoulders, allowing her to see the erect organ, and she could see it actually throbbing! He ran his hand down to his stomach, lightly touching his penis and moaning aloud. Clary was fascinated when he started to pump himself, how slowly he started and then increased his speed as the seconds passed.

"Doesn't it hurt?" Clary blurted, seeing his face redden and his veins pop out like he was being strangled. Despite this, he laughed. A very subdued laugh.

"No, God no. It feels great, amazing." Jace groaned as he continued the milking motions of his hand. Amazing? She breathed deeply, swallowing her fears and morals before lowering herself to her knees, staring up at him with a drowning innocence. Though his eyes carried a worried look in them, he didn't stop her as she reached out to grop him, only clenching his jaw at the soft touch.

The shower water clung to her lashes, making her eyes lid to appear lusty. Jace took her hand and showed her how to grip him, removing it to watch as she milked him.

"Holy shit." He gasped, putting his arm to lean against the wall and attempting to keep her eyes open so that he didn't miss the moments.

"Like I made you feel good, with a touch, lick, whatever."

She leaned over him, engulfing the tip into her mouth and suppressing the shame of it all before giving in to his moans. She never knew that the pleasure he was experiencing could fuel her own as her center began to feel like an itch that she need to scratch.

So she did.

"Are you touching yourself?" Jace gasped. Clary nodded, taking him in deeper. "Fuck, that's sexy." He groaned, lightly putting his hand on her head. Her tongue meandered around the ridges of his member, listening to his panting and groaning, wondering what would happen the longer she continued the ministrations. A salty taste dribbled into her mouth as the seconds turned into minutes.

"Clary, stop." He warned, but she couldn't. She wanted to learn the habits of his body, and by God was she going to.

"Clary-" She sucked him in deeper, nearly gagging as he hit the back of throat. Clary hollowed out her cheeks, probably looking ridiculous but not caring. Jace may have started to say her name again, but stopped as a deep growl rumbled in his throat, a tangy liquid, running down her throat seconds later. She continued to engulf him into her mouth before something… strange happened.

The once hard organ softened on her tongue no matter how hard she sucked. Clary flicked her eyes up to Jace, seeing him look at her with wonder. With a blush, she pulled back, staring at the soft member before standing up with shaky knees.

"Was that… okay?" Clary said, tucking her wet hair behind her ear.

"Okay? That was phenomenal." He breathed, running his fingers up her arms and finally pulling her to him. Jace placed his hands at the small of her back, feeling her soft skin. "I just hope you know that I'm basically exhausted now. Wanna spend the rest of the day in bed?" He asked with a chuckle.

"Day? Have you not seen the moon outside? We should just go to sleep." Clary laughed against him.

"Great idea, I'm spent."

"Now pour the batter, slowly!" Jace laughed, grabbing the container from her hand and doing it himself. She was wearing her typical shorts and a cotton shirt. Clary didn't tell him, but she could no longer wear a tank top around him without blushing because of its reminder of their anatomy lessons. He had tight black shirt on, outlining his muscles as he stretched over the stove. As gorgeous as he was though, the competitive part of him made her want to challenge him further. That was tricky with the amnesia, so she settled with frowning at him, crossing her arms and watching as he did it the right way.

Yeah, whatever.

"Come on, let me try for once!" Clary pleaded but he didn't let up. She could hear the batter sizzling on the heated pan. The muscles in his back coiled as he switched to a rubber-looking spatula. He may not have realized it, but by doing this was he robbing her of the experience of making a mistake. Jace was acting like the mother birds portrayed on the television that were wary of letting their chicks fly. There was only one thing that could make him drop the bendy tool, and by God was she gonna do it.

"I think I'm starting to get why people wait for marriage. Jocelyn was talking about how it purifies the soul, and I want that for myself. And, if I were, say, to get married, I think I would like to set boundaries-"

"What are you talking about?" Jace gasped, turning to face her and lowering the heat on the stove. Clary batted her lashes at him, winding her fingers in front of her and thinking about yesterday to force a blush upon her cheeks.

"Waiting, I wanna do it." She chewed her lips, secretly smiling at the panicked look on his face. Jace shut his eyes tightly, shaking his head and grabbing at his hair to comprehend what she was saying.

"Is this some hint that you want me to pop the question? Because I'll do that right now." He started, his eyes now wide with need. Her own eyes widened at his bid to marry her that day if she desired it. She knew he loved her, but enough to marry her? And suddenly, waiting wasn't an option. Just to see the desire flicker in his golden eyes was enough to make her pounce on him.

"I thought you wanted to wait…" He moaned into her mouth as she wound her fingers around the nape of his neck. She shook her head, her lips sliding across his cheek. Jace lifted her by her upper thighs, placing her to sit on the table as he kissed and licked his way down her neck. Clary tangled her fingers in his golden waves, panting as he was already tugging down her shorts.

"You- you'd really marry me today if I wanted to?" She said with a spurting moan. He nodded against her breast, his hands gripping her waist to kiss her there.

"You've left me waiting at the altar for five years, of course I want to get married." Jace groaned into the skin of her naval. "Just say the word and I'll give you your ring back." He promised her, his tongue already stretching out to lick her tender area.

"Oh, God. Get up here." She commanded, pulling him by the neckline of his shirt to kiss him hard. Jace returned the pressure with eagerness and Clary swore she heard the noise of his belt buckle rattling on her bare skin. It was like a dinner bell to her, a call to action as she realized that this entire time he'd been putting her needs before his own; and she couldn't let him do that without some sort of release.

Clary grabbed the waistline of his jeans, pulling him roughly to his center and grinding against his hardened penis; smiling at the memory of their shower.

"Slow down," he groaned, pushing her shoulder back until she was lying with her legs hanging over the table. She realized that she was at his mercy now, though he'd never do anything to hurt her. Clary trusted him.

He climbed on top of her, his knees now on the table as he lifted her by the small of her back to scoot her up along with him. They were kissing furiously, as if they were eating each others faces off with primal instinct. Clary supposed that's what it was that made him grind roughly against her.

"Harder," she whispered with the interruption of a moan. Jace kissed her neck, sucking lightly and driving her wild.

"I've missed this." He panted against her jaw, his hands running up her stomach until it met the underside of her breast. Her eyes popped open at the addition of feeling. She couldn't believe that just her breasts could drive her wild. The sensation in her legs built up, stinging as he slammed his hips against her.

"Oh, oh I'm… what is it called? Crowning?" She asked breathlessly. Jace chuckled into her skin, planting a few more kisses before answering. His thrusting didn't let up though as he removed his mouth from her skin.

"Coming." He groaned out.

"Yes! I'm coming!" Clary squeezed his biceps as her legs began to quiver with a building shake. Her abdominals were tightening in a way she was starting to recognize. Her whimpers were now escalating to bouts of meaningless swears.

"Faster Baby, harder." Clary groaned, pushing out her chest as Jace groped at her while rubbing his hips furiously against hers. Their clothes remained intact, but that didn't mean the same for their morals.

"Can't… hold on." He grunted, his breath spreading out across her face. She was about to same before her hips locked stationary and she gripped him tightly as she cried out in bliss.

Pure bliss.

The force of her vision and the sensations being caused by their friction were so pleasureable of a combination that her vision became spotted and her fingernails dug into the waistline of Jace's jeans as she ground him against her. It was like experiencing two orgasms at once. With one final cry, her hips locked and her center burned with any further contact made by him, but she had no words to tell him to stop. Her energy had crashed to the floor, and Clary was no limply clinging to him.

"Shit, I'm going to have to change my jeans after this…" Jace swore as he thrusted passionately against her covered center. He bucked up against her shorts with such speed that she was nearly blinded by after such an orgasm.

Or, blinded well enough to not realize the tall girl standing in the kitchen threshold.

"Christ, you haven't even been back a week and you're already dry humping like hormonal teenagers!" Isabelle groaned, startling them both. Jace sucked in a breath of air at her, slipping off the table and tugging Clary with him as he toppled to the floor.

"Izzy?" He said before Clary landed heavily on his center, a puff of air leaving his throat as his face reddened in visible pain. Clary looked confused, wondering what had caused him to react so horribly.

"Guess you'll have to adopt…" Isabelle sighed with a smile at Clary.

"What? What did I do?" She questioned, but Jace was unable to respond as he gripped himself with tender care. He no longer felt hard against her, more soft now as she got up from straddling him.

"Speaking of that topic," Isabelle started. "I came here to take you out shopping for some new clothes." Clary was confused how his pain and shopping were related, but nodded along anyway before she realized she'd have to go shopping. "Remember? We talked about this, and seeing what you're wearing now, you are coming with me right away." Isabelle moved towards Clary and helped her up from the floor.

"Can't we just shop online?" Clary groaned.

"No, this is our little bonding experience and no matter how much Jace begs you, you're coming with me." Isabelle said sternly, beginning to drag Clary from the kitchen.

"Bye, Jace." Clary whimpered.

"...bye." He puffed out while still laying on the floor.

"So, are you guys together? Looked like it when I got there." Isabelle said, her hands loosely on the steering wheel as she drove them to wherever it was people purchased clothes. Clary blushed at the memory of Jace huffing and puffing over her. She wondered what it would be like to feel his skin on hers. Nothing but each other to hold, not like how he was hugging her in the shower, but so much more. She wanted to feel this soon.

At least before her younger brother visited in the approaching days.

"Yeah, I think." She answered, looking at the passing roads and hoping a vision would come and tell her where they were going but to no avail. Clary had no idea what to expect when it came to Isabelle. Was she going to buy frilly dresses or shirts that hugged her stomach tightly?

"You think? I'm pretty sure you are." Isabelle chuckled, turning on the next road. Clary sighed as she saw no visible clothing stores. Well, the only thing to see was a place declaring that a woman kept her secrets there, but what kind of store was that anyway? "Wait, how far have you two gone?" She later asked. Clary jumped in her seat, her skin growing clammy as she thought about answering her.

"How far have we gone?" Clary asked in hopes Isabelle could hear how uncomfortable she was. The taller girl giggled as she slowed down the car to a speed Clary could jump out of. She shook her head at the thought of rolling down a road once again.

"Still see you don't like the topic of sex. That hasn't changed." Isabelle said with humour. "Don't play dumb, Clary. Have you two done the nasty yet?" She said, and from the side Clary could see her eyebrows wiggle.

"The nasty? Uh, no. We haven't." She answered with a nervous laugh. Her palms began to throb at the idea of having Jace so close to her, having him need her just as much as she needed him. Needed because in no way could wanting something hurt so bad, have a place in her heart like he did.

"Good. That's a good thing." Isabelle commented with a smile. This confused Clary, seeing no real answer as to why Isabelle found it satisfactory that they hadn't been intimate.

"Why?" Clary said with a stretch of her neck. Not only had the car began to slow, but Isabelle turned into a parking lot of the supposed secrets. Getting a better view, Clary could see angel wings decorating the windows of the store. Mannequins in seductive positions were wearing the wings along with lacy clothing, or the lack of them.

With a swallow, she realized why Isabelle's knowledge of such things came in handy. Literally.

"Oh please, don't look so scared. I'm only helping you with a future problem." Isabelle scoffed as she unbuckled her seatbelt. Clary numbingly did the same as her, opening the car door and stepping out.

She hoped that Jace was having more fun that her.

"Jace, that's fucking gross. And on the table!" Simon swore at him.

"Like you haven't done so with my sister!" Jace argued, still pressing ice to his throbbing member. After Isabelle had left the house, Simon came in, saying that she was his ride and such. Jace knew it was just an excuse for Isabelle to spy on Jace while Clary wasn't there.

"Not on the table! On a counter, maybe. But not where we eat! Ever heard the saying you don't shit where you eat? Well the same goes for coming!" Simon groaned, wiping a tired hand down his face and grimacing at the table.

"We were in clothes though, Simon." Jace added.

"Of course you were." He scoffed, rolling his eyes and settling them on the pancakes Jace had finished making.

"I don't want to tell about me and Clary's intimate life, but we haven't… done it." Jace whispered, hoping to God that his face wasn't as red as Clary's hair. That's how he felt on the inside when it came to talking about her in such a way that his fists clenched in need and possessiveness.

"Hmm." Simon mumbled, scratching his chin and thinking about something that he had not intention of telling Jace.

"What?" Jace said with interest and worry.

"Nothing, just something Izzy told me before we came to visit you." Simon vaguely answered. It made Jace red with frustration. He hated the whole vagueness that Simon like to show off. He blamed the vampire movies for doing this.

"Are you serious? Tell me!" Jace demanded.

"She mentioned something about having the house ready before she got back. But I'm sure that could mean anything…" Simon trailed off. Jace shot up from his seat, ready to punch the truth out of the nerd.

"The fuck? Why?" Jace growled.

"I don't know! Maybe it has something to do with- oh God." Simon gasped, covering his mouth and shaking his head. Jace paced up to him, grabbing the collar of his shirt, demanding to know the man's knowledge.

"Just tell me!" Jace pleaded, hoping that it wasn't what he thought it was. He hated whenever his sister butted into his intimate life, and had a hard enough time with her when it came to Clary. Before Clary had yet to realize his feelings for her, Isabelle would constantly bug him about the subject. Now that she knew they were… together, there was no telling what she'd do with the fact.

"I can't, Jace! She'll kill me and then you for stopping her!" Simon shouted, his eyes wide with fear of what the stronger man would do to him. Jace released his shirt, running his hands through his golden locks and fretting over the thoughts sprouting in his head. He imagined her teaching Clary: tender, naive Clary, about the basics of…

"Where is she? Did she tell you where she was going?" Jace snapped, already looking around the room for his car keys, all in the name of saving the chance of ever touching Clary again. There was no telling how badly she would scar her with the rough porn and many positions.

"No, Jace, I'm so sorry. Believe me, that's my best friend out there-"

"But you're not the one whose fate is being decided here? Right? What if she ruins Clary's whole imagery of sex? Huh?" Jace growled, tugging at his hair. He wanted to guid Clary into the topic, not completely submerge her!

"Maybe it won't be that bad?" Simon pondered.

"If I never get to touch her again, I swear I will beat the shit out of you." Jace vowed.

AN: What do you guys think about the anatomy lessons? And about how Izzy will approach Clary on the topic of sex?

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