(A/N): Okay! Fluff warning! Be prepared to be assaulted with feathers and ponies and unicorns pooping out rainbows, because this chapter is very much adorable!

If you are one of those strange people (no offence) that wants Jace to be with anyone that's not Clary, DO NOT READ THIS!

Anyway, I don't have much to say, so without further ado, chapter 14!

Clary opened her eyes only to be nearly blinded by the sunlight streaming in through the open window. It was an oddly bright July morning. The room would have been boiling hot had it not been for the newly installed air conditioning system that Isabelle had opted for earlier that month. Even though Clary was sad to see the ancient cathedral being modernized with the latest amenities, she was secretly grateful that she wouldn't have to sweat to death in the summer. Groaning from the rude awakening, she turned to Jace's side of the bed. To her dismay, he was gone, leaving in his place a folded paper note. She took it in her hand and opened it. His messy writing was scrawled across the page, curling in loops with every L, O, and P. She smiled and read his message.

Clary,

I hope you don't have to read this, and that I'll be back before you wake up. I really have to say, you look very sexy when you sleep. Anyways, I'm just out for a few minutes to go pick up Alec, but I'll be back before noon. Don't miss me too much!

-Jace

Clary smiled at her boyfriend's arrogance. He was so self-adoring, but then again, he did have a reason. Jace was perfect in Clary's eyes. He even had that one little chip on his tooth that stopped him from being annoyingly flawless. Clary smiled, envisioning the crooked grin that he let show at times when he wanted something. It was her favourite expression of his, and she could never seem to get enough of it.

Tired of lying in bed, Clary got up and dragged her body, still heavy with sleep, into the bathroom to take a shower. She washed her hair with Jace's shampoo, not caring whether it made her smell like a guy. She liked the way it made her smell like him. It gave her the luxury of feeling secure. After scrubbing her body with a bar of soap, Clary rinsed herself off and wrapped a towel around her chest. It was baby blue, a colour she didn't see Jace wear too often. He thought it made him seem frilly and feminine. Smiling, Clary wrung out her wet hair and stepped out of the steamy bathroom.

The bedroom was cold and unwelcoming compared to the cozy heat of the shower. Clary shivered. Suddenly, she felt arms wrap around her waist from behind. She let out a small squeak of surprise, earning a chuckle from Jace. "Nice towel." He said, although Clary knew he was probably going to make a joke about it. Not at all to her surprise, he did. "In my humble opinion," he mused, "You'd look better without it."

Clary took his joke as an opportunity to make a snarky remark. "I am offended Jace Lightwood! What a completely sexist comment. You should think that I look beautiful in anything, not just naked." The sarcasm in her voice was evident, but Jace still pretended to be hurt. Sucking in a breath through his teeth, he hummed lightly in her ear, whispering "Well you, my dear Clarissa, should learn to accept a compliment when one is given." He kissed her neck lightly and scooped her up into his arms, turning her to face him. "What I was trying to say, before I was so rudely interrupted, is that you do not need clothes to make you beautiful, Angel." Clary couldn't help but blush. "Alright," she said, submitting. "You win."

"Don't I always?" Jace asked. He laid her down on the bed, slowly climbing on top of her to kiss her forehead. She sighed at his touch, earning a low growl from deep inside of him. Clary hadn't realized how much she had missed him over the past few months until now, when she was wrapped in his arms with his lips pressed to hers. Reluctant to ruin the moment, Clary let Jace kiss her for a few more minutes before pulling away. He groaned in disappointment, but eased up to look down at her intently. She took his face between her soft hands. It was smooth and warm beneath her light fingers. His skin contrasted brightly with its golden tan to her luminous white. Clary smiled.

"You have no idea…" she began, the tears already welling up in her eyes. She held back a sob. "You have no idea how much I missed you in the past month. Every second I spent without you was hell." Clary bit her lip, realizing how needy she sounded. She looked up at Jace nervously, only to see every single one of her emotions reflected back in his amber eyes. Clary took a deep breath and continued. "There was a moment where I honestly thought I might never see you again. The only thing keeping me alive then was the baby, and the fact that if we never found each other that I would still have him.

"But then you came to save me. You rescued me not only from Sebastian, but from myself. I think that I might have been going insane. Anyway…" she trailed off, a smile fighting its way through her ocean of sadness. "The thing is… I can't live without you. I can't imagine being somewhere and thinking that you're gone. I have no idea why, but… well… the idea of being part of a world that you're not tears me apart. I love you Jace." Her eyes hadn't left his the entire time she had been speaking, so she had seen the quiver of his lip, the twinkle in his eye. Without saying a single word, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her towards him. Neither of them said anything for a long time. The just lay there, curled up into a ball, folded into each other's arms.

It was about two hours before Jace spoke. His voice was a soft whisper in her ear, yet she heard his words as if they had been a message written on paper. "I want to be with you forever, and I don't know how much longer I can wait." Clary felt the tears spill down her cheeks. She hadn't been this happy for a long time, and she wasn't sure how long it could last. Suddenly, a conversation between the two of them sprung up in her mind, and she allowed a smile to inch across her face. "Jace, do you remember what we talked about in April? Right before we went to Luke and Jocelyn's?" She could almost sense the excitement on his face without even seeing it. "Mhm…" he mumbled. "Well," Clary said, steadying her breathing by inhaling deeply. "I'm saying the word. Ask me anytime."

There was a slight rustling behind her, and she suddenly collapsed down where Jace's body had held her up seconds earlier. Still slightly disoriented, Clary turned to look over the edge of the bed where Jace knelt. In his hand was a small velvet box about the size of her palm. It was jet black with intricate golden designs spiraling around the edges. Clary could tell by the way the lines twined around each other that the designs were love runes. Her heart skipped a beat as Jace took her hand in his. She almost laughed; this didn't seem like the way Jace Lightwood would propose to a girl. She had almost expected him to write a rap, or breakdance to the tune of the wedding song, or write a poem about how he was doing her an honour by allowing her to marry someone with beauty as extraordinary as his. But none of these were even close to accurate.

Jace was simply kneeling before her on the floor, as she had seen countless times in the movies, with a small black box in the hand that wasn't holding hers. After a moment of silence, Jace began to speak.

"You said it all, Clary. You're my other half, the better part of me. It's impossible to explain the way I feel when I'm around you, and I can only hope that you can understand because you feel the same. You're the only person that can break past those barriers that are my gorgeous, arrogant exterior." Clary laughed, causing more tears to fall past her thick lashes. "You've taken the words right out of my mouth, so there's only one thing left to say."

He opened the black box to reveal a small silver ring. It was simple, a tiny sterling band with one rune traced along its circumference. It was one Clary had seen before, and she instantly recognized it: the Angel rune. Her eyes lit up as Jace held it towards her. "Clarissa Fray, will you make my life complete and marry me?" Clary's whole body was trembling with emotion. She felt as if she were about to melt into the ground, but still managed to nod and squeak out a feeble "Yes". Beaming, Jace placed the ring on her shaky finger and leaned up to kiss her. Much to Jace's surprise, Clary flung herself at him, wrapping every expendable limb around his torso. He was thrown backward onto the bed, landing with a soft thump against the covers. They kissed, full of passion and longing. It was Jace who broke away first, although Clary could see that he was not happy about it.

"When are we-" Clary clamped her hand down on his mouth, cutting him off mid-question. "Right here, right now. No waiting." Jace widened his eyes, brushing her hand away so he could speak. "Now? But we need an official to do the runes, and…" The sly grin that crept across Clary's face stopped his words dead in their tracks. Clary laughed, pecking him on the cheek again. "Those are ordinary runes. Nothing in this world is strong enough to show what we feel." Jace frowned. "I don't understand." Clary reached over to her nightstand and retrieved her stele. "Don't worry…" she said. "I know exactly what to do."

Okay then! So what did you think? Review and rate please! Also, how many of you want to see a lemon in one of the next chapters? I'd been thinking of doing one but I thought I'd ask first. Lemme know what you want to see! Thanks guys!