My dear little broccolis💚💚💚

~ So remember that Jace is five years older than Clary in this Fic. (I am not removing this warning ever, because some people forgot on other fanfics, and got shocked 60 chapters into the story)

~ And, sorry, but I still don't have a title yet for this chapter, so if you could help me that would be great. I think I am off for titles lately 😭

~ Anyway, enjoy the chapter

Love, Mina💚💚💚

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Chapter 12: I HAVE NO IDEA 😭(7,6K)

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💚So in this chapter, there is the mention of two French songs, and I am sorry to tell you, but you have to do a little research on one of them. It is called La Valse A Mille Temps Jacques Brel, and due to copyrights policy, I can't put the translation here. If you go to musixmatch translation, you might have a somewhat correct translation, but since the lyrics play with words, you will definitely miss some subtlety on that song. You need to read the lyrics, and hear the song, to understand a scene playing in this chapter. ESPECIALLY since this song will be a recurring song for Clace.

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Heartbreaker - Patrick Benatar

La Valse À Mille Temps - Jacques Brel

La Foule - Edith Piaf

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Jace's PoV

"So … I told Izzy," Clary said, though she did not turn to face him.

Jace repressed a smile, not bothered by that fact. If he were honest with himself, he was actually enjoying the fact that he would get to spend an unexpected night with the redhead in his arms. Moreover, he never thought that Clary would be able to keep a secret that big from her best friend. She wasn't trained to keep secrets unlike him.

"I figured," He simply told her, and when she finally turned to face him, he had a small smile for her, making her blink with disbelief.

"You're not mad at me?"

"You're the one who came up with that rule, not me," He eluded.

It wasn't that he was actually mad at her, because he clearly wasn't. But he wasn't actually really thrilled about keeping whatever there was between them, between them. There was first and foremost the idea of lying to Valentine that he strongly disliked; but there was also the fact that he wasn't that eager to start his first real relationship in the shadows of secrets.

But Clary didn't want her father to be involved in anything concerning them. it wasn't much that she feared for his life, but more that she feared that Valentine would try to stop whatever was between them. And this little statement made Jace wonder if he knew Valentine that well after all. Not even for a second Clary had mentioned the fact that her father would go ballistic if he knew about them, she simply said that he would put a stop to them, and that she didn't want to stop before anything could have even started. So maybe Jace had pictured Valentine as someone he wasn't. But then again, Jace didn't know if Clary knew the drastic measures Valentine took when he felt betrayed…

"I know, I know. I'm sorry. But Izzy would have tortured me for hours if I hadn't —"

"I didn't complain, did I? Like I said, I'm not the one who came up with that rule," Jace interrupted the redhead.

She smiled at him, and the two of them left the elevator to go to his apartment. As they did so, Jace pondered on wether he should inform Clary that Magnus had caught them in the morning, since her best friend knew as well. But he decided against it. If Valentine were to ever find out, Clary would be clueless concerning Magnus's implication in their relationship, and she wouldn't be able to unknowingly incriminate him.

He was about to close the front door, when Clary froze, a slight frown shading her face. "I am not going another night to bed without cleaning my face properly. Give me just five minutes to pop by Izzy's so I can get some proper attire."

She left, taking his keys with her, and Jace sat on his sofa, opening his laptop to check his mails and calendar. The night before, Clary had complained about how she had doubles of her beauty products at her friend's apartment and on how she didn't like having to go to bed with just a splash of water on her face. Jace hadn't really responded anything to that, because for him the splash of cold water had always been enough.

The minutes passed by, and as Jace expected it, Clary was still not back from her best friend's. He figured that she got caught in talking with the brunette. So he made himself a cup of camomile, like he did almost every night, and attended the most urgent emails he had. A few of them caught his attention, due to the fact that they were concerning Clark Inc' and that he was still adjusting to this world. Valentine had told him that he would have very little to do with the company, since his Godsons were most likely to take over when the time came, but he still wanted Jace to know how the business was run down.

And all Jace could say was that he didn't like it. He liked it better when he had to deal with people who knew him as a mobster than when he had to deal with people who knew him as a businessman. Mobsters went straight to the point, and always only gave one warning. Businessmen were more subtle than that, and Jace always had to think five steps ahead of them to make sure they weren't trying to screw him over. But of course, that was nothing compared to politicians with whom Jace had to think ten steps ahead of them. This was why he liked better dealing with thugs and dealers. It was always black or white, and there never were any sort of shade of grey.

As he was checking his calendar for the rest of the week, and trying to figure out when he would have time to hang out with Jordan, Jace found himself thinking of the trip Valentine was going to take with Maryse. It wasn't the first time he was taking Maryse (and only Maryse) away, but it was the first time that it was so abrupt. Which was why he had expected for his presence to be required there. He wondered what kind of personal affairs the two of them could so so promptly have in Vegas, especially since, as far as Jace knew, Maryse had nothing to do with Idris.

He was still lost in his thoughts when the front door finally opened again. Clary entered with a bean bag stuffed, making raise an eyebrow at her, wondering how many beauty products she could actually need before going to bed. She smiled at him and dropped the bag before walking to the sofa and straddling his laps, forcing Jace to sit back properly.

"All work and now play, make Jace a dull boy," She said with a playful mothering tone. Jace shook his head, though a smile grew on his lips.

"There is nothing dull about me. Or do I have to prove it to you in a more eloquent way?"

She wiggled her eyebrows at him, clearly not bothered by the prospect that he was offering her. Jace swiftly pecked her lips, before he secured her in his arms and leant so he could close his laptop. Then, he took them upstairs, though he picked up her bean bag on the way. Clary played with his hair, kissing his face every two steps. Once they were in his bedroom, Jace closed the door behind him with his foot, and looked deep into the green eyes of the girl in his arms before passionately kiss her.

Clary eagerly responded to his kiss, giggling a little when her back hit the mattress, but not breaking their connection nonetheless. On the contrary, her hands eagerly went to Jace's chest, playing with the buttons of his shirt to undress him, and when he was topless, Jace finally tore his lips away from hers, only to lead them to that sensitive spot on her neck.

Clary moaned when his teeth gripped her skin, and Jace's hands busied themselves with slowly removing any clothes that might come between him and Clary. Once the two of them only had their underwear on, Clary flipped them so she could be on top. Jace let her lead the way, as she rolled her hips to meet his bulge, and he watched her enjoy the moment, playing with her breast, until he felt like it was enough.

In the blink of an eye, he turned them so he would be on top again, but this time, he started kissing his way down. Clary squirmed a little when he nibbled the skin on her left side, just below her ribs. With all the slowness of the world, Jace kissed her stomach, her inner thighs, removing her panty, and when she was finally bare before him, he kept on teasing her some more.

He blew a little on her hot little nub, making her moan and buck her hips to him. But a part of him wanted to drag this, and it was exactly what he did. With his hands, he secured her body to the mattress, and placed gentle little kisses all around where she wanted him the most. He looked up, and saw that she was biting her lower lip, her eyes closed and her face rumpled with frustration.

And finally, he kissed her clitoris, earning a loud sigh of relief. He gave it a few laps before stopping and making Clary cry out at the loss. He considered the option of teasing her some more, but decided against it and finally suckled on her sweet little nub. She let out a cry of satisfaction before her pants were all that could be heard in the room. And the louder they were, the more intensely Jace let his tongue play with her clitoris.

Until he felt that she needed more. One of his hands left her body, only so his fingers could gently brush her glistening entrance, making her shiver with anticipation. He played with her like that a couple of time, until she couldn't take it anymore, and pleaded,

"Jace…"

"Look at me," He instructed, his eyes still on her, waiting for her emeralds to open

And as they did, he let a finger slip into her wet folds. He repressed a groan when he felt her so wet for him, and wiggled his finger in her, caressing her from the inside. Her pupils were so dilated that Jace could barely distinguish the green from her eyes, but when he added another finger to bring her more pleasure, Clary closed her eyes and snapped her head backward, taking away from him the beautiful sight he had.

As quickly as she closed her eyes, Jace retrieved his fingers and stopped moving his tongue, making the young redhead snap her head back at him, glaring with all her might. But Jace simply smirked at her before re-entering his fingers inside of her, making her see stars.

He kept teasing her, always slowing down when he knew she would have wanted him to speed up, and when finally he put a third finger in her, Clary cried out in pleasure, throwing her head backward and arching her back so it wouldn't be in contact with the mattress anymore. She grabbed Jace's hair, twisting her fingers in it so much that Jace was sure he was about to lose several of his hair.

But that did not stop him from increasing his speed, going in and out of her quicker with his fingers as he sucked on her clitoris. He had not taken his eyes off of her, and though he couldn't properly see her face, he still enjoyed watching her getting her high.

"God, Jace! Just right h—"

She never got to finish that sentence, her orgasm knocking any common sense out of her. Jace relished as he watched her slowly coming down from her high, and he started kissing his way up, lingering on her breast. When he suckled one of them with a little more force, she moaned, slightly arching to him and she started rolling her hips beneath his fingers that where still buried inside of her.

"Ready for round two?" Jace asked with a smirk. She opened her mouth to answer something smart, but found herself out of wit, so she simply nodded with a pretence innocence. And Jace couldn't help but feel smug to have rendered her speechless.

He took her lower lip between his teeth and sucked it, until she stopped him to kiss him with passion and desire. With his right hand, he looked for the box of condoms that was in his nightstand, and once he had one in hand, he broke their embrace to put it on. As he was rolling the thing on his member, Clary kissed his jaw and chest, already eagerly spreading her legs for him.

Once he was all geared up, he placed his member at her entrance, before she stopped him and told him filled with lust, "Jace, I don't want it nice and slow, this time."

Jace smirked at her and purposely took all his sweet time to enter. She glared at him, all her facial expressions indicating that he was deliberately teasing her and he whispered, "Maybe I want it nice and slow this time…"

Clary jiggled beneath him, trying to create more friction; but it wasn't what made Jace break his will to tease her longer. No, it was the little pout that she had and that he knew he couldn't resist to. So he retrieved himself, and went back inside her with a little more force. He kept doing that again and again, each time always a little bit more forcefully and making her yelp at each thrust. He never decreased his movements, only increasing it, until he felt her clench his member with her inner walls. She sucked in a breath of air, her body all tensed up as her mouth couldn't even close, her head jerked backward and her eyes closed

And even though he wanted to drag their intercourse longer, he knew that he was far long gone, so he didn't try to fight it. He barely waited for Clary to come down from her orgasm, that he flipped her legs over her shoulder and took her in this position.

"Let me see your eyes, Clary," He grunted between his greeted teeth, and when she opened them to look at him, he knew he was lost.

He sped up, only encouraged by her nails planted in his biceps and that would surely leave marks there, and her incomprehensible squeaks that each of his thrusts tore out of her mouth. He felt sweat forming on his skin, and a tension building in his lower regions, begging to be released, but all he cared about was the green eyes beneath him. He held her gaze, silently forbidding her to close his eyes, and her inner walls started convulsively clenching his shaft, triggering his own orgasm. He finally released, grunting in the crook of her neck a final breath that he shared with her, both sweaty and out of breath.

They were still trying to catch up their breath, when Jace rolled on the side, afraid that his weight might crush little Clary. Moreover, he knew that the position she was in must not be one of the most comfortable. She smiled at him, before moving closer, just so she could put her head on his chest, though she did her best to put her hair between his sweaty skin, and her face. For a few minutes, they did not share a word, trying to find back their normal breathing as Jace was mindlessly caressing Clary's arms.

"You have a weird obsession about watching me climax," Clary suddenly said, her fingers tracing incoherent lines on Jace's torso.

Jace looked down, seeing that she had raised her head so she could watch him, and he raised an eyebrow at her. He was not going to lie to himself and pretend that he didn't notice how 'obsessed' he was about seeing her eyes when she reached her high, when he never really had this need with other women he brought to his bed. But that didn't mean he was going to acknowledge this little side of him to Clary.

So instead, he eluded, "You have a weird obsession about my dick and naming it. And you don't hear me complain."

Clary playfully slapped his chest as she cried out, "You complain all the time! Just right now, you're complaining by saying that you're not complaining."

The two of them laughed, taken in this genuine moment, and when it was over, Jace got up and went to the bathroom to dispose go the condom. Clary was short on his heels, her bean bag in hands, and once Jace was condom free, he quickly splashed his member with cold water.

Clary on the other hand was taking bottles out of her bag, ready to wash her face with endless products, and so Jace figured that he might as well get ready for the night. Since he had a double basin, he left one to Clary and washed his teeth over the other one before rinsing his face with a bit of cold water, earning a grimace from Clary and her unnecessary brushes and products.

She had tried once in Okinawa to put some clay mask on Jace's face, but it had been a losing battle for her. Wether it was by words, or by force, she had not been able to put any green substance on his face.

Once he was all done, Jace watched Clary rinse her face yet again, before she put on some sheet mask on her face, and started brushing her hair. And as she did so, he let his eyes wander to her naked body, and on the way her muscles were playing by the movements of the brushing. His eyes lingered a moment too long on her behind, before he got a hold of himself, and told her that he would see her in bed.

Then, he walked downstairs and cleaned everything, putting back his laptop at its rightful place, and washing his mug before going back to his bedroom where Clary still remained to be seen. He folded their cloths and put them on the armchair that was by the window, and he slipped into the bed, a part of him silently thanking Isabelle Lightwood for this night that she just gave them. Because now, the best part was to come, to sleep with Clary in his arms, and wake up with her in the same place. This was the one real pleasure he got out of Japan, sleeping with Clary.

That same Clary who walked into his room, all fresh and ready for the night. She joined him in the bed, snuggling in the crook of his arms, like they had done so many times while in Japan. Jace mindlessly kissed her hair, closing his eyes and caressing her skin, sure that she would soon go to sleep. He was used to going to sleep way after her, but he didn't mind staying a couple of hours in bed with nothing to do, but think, and hold the girl in his arms before himself falling asleep.

Clary played around with her fingers, poking his torso, and tracing the lines of his pectoral. "Maybe, I could come here this weekend. You know, since Dad is going away for personal business and you are not going with him."

"Perhaps you could …" He admitted, though he had no faith in the project.

He didn't mind if Valentine knew about the two of them. Of course, he would rather tell him first, because he owed it to the man, but Jace had made himself a reason that would happen what would happen when Valentine would find out about them. But Clary didn't want her father to know, and Jace didn't want to make Clary unhappy. And it would appear suspicious if she came three times within the same week to her best friend's place.

But he figured that this ought to be something to talk about in the morning, not while they were having a peaceful moment. So instead, he directed the conversation toward something that had interpellated him a few hours ago.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Would you mind if your father remarried?"

Clary brusquely stopped her pointless lines, and lifted her head up, so Jace opened his eyes to look at the green of her eyes. She seemed confused, but sad as well, and Jace didn't let anything show on his face. What Valentine had told him about his wife wasn't up to him to share with Clary. This was something the two of them would have to talk about amongst themselves.

"Why?" She asked, narrowing her eyes with suspicion. "Does he have a woman I know nothing about?"

Jace frowned, wondering how Clary could think that of her father. Or how she could think he would bring this particular topic, if there had been a woman he could not talk about.

"No. As far as I'm concerned, your father is still a widower. I am just curious about your reaction to him going to Vegas. Or your reaction right now, for that matter."

Clary bit her lower lip, looking down, and Jace patiently waited for her to explain on her0 own what was going on in her mind.

"Actually … I wouldn't really mind if he did. To be honest, I think it's sad that he still hasn't after all these years. But … I would be so pissed if he brought a woman out of the blue, or if he snuck up on me to do his dirty deeds."

Jace rose an eyebrow at her, the irony of her words not lost on him. After all, she was sneaking out on her her father to do her dirty deeds, with him nonetheless. Clary shook her head, her brows slightly furrowed as she explained,

"It's not the same with us. We're clearly not that serious, and we are definitely not ever going to get married. We are just … enjoying the moment, and he would clearly put a stop to it if he knew. I would never stop my father from being happy again."

"It's not the impression you gave in the car," Jace said, playing with a loose curl that had escaped her bun.

There was no condonation in his tone, but he still felt like he said the wrong thing, or at least that he did not use the correct tone, for Clary furrowed her brows before retaking her former position, hiding her face from Jace. He was about to explain how she had sounded a bit cold when she asked about her father's whereabouts, when she said with a small voice,

"I actually don't remember much about my Mom. But there is this one thing that I will never forget. It's how Dad used to smile when she would enter a room, or when he would get back home and see her first. It's … a bit vague, but … I've never seen that smile on Dad's face ever since Mom's …"

She didn't finish her sentence, and Jace held her closer, understanding that she didn't want to utter out loud the even of her mother's death. He wasn't really sure of what he could say, or if there were any words that could be said. He gently caressed the skin of her arm, when she brusquely looked up, all smiles to him.

"But anyway, let's talk about something more cheerful and less cock-blocking than my father."

"I'm all ears," Jace told her, returning her her smile. She thought about it for a second, before deviously smiling and saying with a taunting voice,

"Will was nice …"

Jace rose an eyebrow at her, before closing his eyes and resting his head backward, "How is that supposed to not be cock-blocking?"

During the little interaction between Will and Clary, Jace had been rather conflicted, but he wasn't really sure what it had been about. He wasn't naive enough to not know that it had been jealousy clutching his heart, but he wasn't actually sure where his jealousy was targeted. He couldn't tell if he had been bothered by the fact that Will flirted with Clary, or by the fact that he had the opportunity to do it so openly.

Clary laughed, before she kissed Jace's jaw, and made amend, "Okay, sorry. That was mean. Let's talk about something else, then. I went lingerie shopping today."

"I know."

"How could you know, you were busy all day long? Do you get stalker vibes from hanging too much with my father. From him, it's sweet, from you, it's … creepy."

Jace couldn't help but lightly laugh at this, finally reopening his eyes to look at the redhead. She was narrowing her eyes at him, apparently serious in her allegations, and so he clarified for er,

"I'm hardly a stalker. I'm just a very good observer. I saw the gazillion bags you left in the trunk for your father to take home. And amongst those bags were several from a famous lingerie brand. Simple as that."

"I don't know if I should be weirded out by the fact that you can recognise a lingerie logo, or if I should be shocked that you thought that that was a lot of bags," She said, before shaking her head, and squishing closer to Jace, as she continued, "But anyway, all of that to say that as I was lingerie shopping it occurred to me that I don't know your favourite colour. Or your favourite piece of lingerie. You know, the kind of thing that will make the little monster down there get up at lightening speed."

Jace smirked, keeping for himself that given her body, or the way she looked at him sometimes, she hardly needed a small piece of fabric to get him hard. His eyes ravaged her face, noticing the small and faint freckles fading away as winter was coming, or how her skin was glowy, probably due to all the products she used in the bathroom. And finally, he said, caressing her soft cheek,

"Blue. I like the colour blue on you."

"What kind of blue? Baby blue? Turquoise? Navy blue? Sapphire?"

"Any kind of blue. Blue simply suits you."

He could swear that he saw a faint blush cover her cheeks (though he wasn't sure if it wasn't due to her face wash), but she quickly recovered, and kept asking,

"So, blue is your favourite colour?"

"No. That's the colour I like best on you. How about you? What is your favourite colour?"

"Well … I like emerald green a lot. But I am also deeply into marigold."

Jace rose an eyebrow, confused at this new colour that was introduced to him, and Clary shook her head as she explained, "It's a shade of orange. A tat lighter than honey orange. It's also a pretty flower that has this particular colour."

He nodded, but mostly to humour her. As far as he was concerned, colours were colours and their variations and shades were just lighter or darker. But he knew better than to argue with a girl on that sort of details that were so important to them.

Clary grinned at him, her hands still playing with his chest, before she started to go south. She bit her lower lip, and asked with her most innocent voice, "So, maybe you should picture me wearing something blue until the time I actually do."

Jace chuckled, though any response coming from him was cut short by Clary firmly grabbing his member in her small hand and going up and dow to make him harder. She kissed him, grinding against him as her hand was working on him, and a part of him wondered if he would make it until the end this time. He knew that he would be able to deliver for her, but he wasn't sure if he would finish himself. He was tired, to the limit of exhausted and feeling like the best of his potential had already been spent an hour ago.

Still, that did not stop him from enjoying what the redhead was doing to him, and once he was fully erected, he slipped his hand beneath the cover to do to her what she did to him. But Clary stopped him, her eyes filled with lust and a hint of malice as she told him, "Since you like to watch me so much, I think you should simply watch this time as well …"

Then, she removed the cover from her body, and removed her hand from his member, only to burry it between her own legs. She moaned, struggling to keep her eyes open, but holding Jace's gaze nonetheless; and Jace watched her finger herself, making her breath become more and more shallow by the minute. She kept touching herself, until she suddenly stopped and kissed Jace, moving so she would be on top of him. He stopped her before she could move any more, and took a condom from the nightstand. Clary watched him put it on, and once he was properly wrapped, she slowly empaled herself on him.

Jace saw the little grimace of discomfort that briefly came across her face, showing him that she was clearly not ready enough, but that feeling barely lasted. Once he was fully inside her, she closed her eyes and waited a little, before she started rolling her hips, a wide grin of satisfaction spreading her lips.

Jace let her lead the way, mesmerised by the view before him and once she started speeding a bit the rhythm, he reached up to her breast so he could play with them. Clary kept rolling her hips, her head thrown back, and Jace suddenly sat up, grabbing her face with one of his hands so their foreheads would touch.

"Clary …"

She opened her eyes before he could even say the words, her eyes filled with lust and wonders. For a moment, they remained like that, so close with Clary riding Jace. But then, she pushed him back so he was laying down the bed once again, and she laid on top of him. Jace knew that this was her favourite position because his pelvic would touch her clitoris while her inner flower would be filled with the rest of him. And she got to decide the pace of it all.

She started going up and down, and bit Jace's earlobe before confessing to his ear, "I love feeling you like this.

Jace jerked his hips upwards, matching his rhythms to her and knowing that it would stimulate her even more; and she moaned of pleasure, arching herself a little. Jace grabbed her throat, his eyes solely on her face as the two of them increased the pace, and Clary let out a guttural sound of her mouth,

"Yes. Just like that."

Her eyes were filled with lust, glassy with need and struggling to stay open. She panted her need for more, and so Jace held her throat a tiny bit tighter. He felt that, surprisingly, he was not far from release himself, especially when her inner walls tightened their grip on him. He thrusted his hips up, bringing her face closer to his as he told her,

"Come for me, I'm so close."

Clary accelerated her back ad forth movements, completely lost in her orgasm, as she panted louder and louder, and finally a scream ripped through her lungs as her whole body tensed on top of Jace. She collapsed on top of Jace with a satisfied sigh, but Jace rolled her so she would be the one on her back.

He knew that he wasn't going to last long and that she was already tired, so he didn't plan on trying to make it last any longer. He simply rammed into her, reaching between them to stimulate her already spent clitoris. He was fully aware that he was being greedy, and that the chance he could get her to climax with so little stimulation was thin, but he still went for it. Mostly because he liked the fact that they would reach cloud nine together. Which they did barely a few seconds later, Clary screaming his name as if she was screaming bloody murder.

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It had been a month since Clary and Jace had decided to start seeing each other in secret, and Jace had to admit that he was far from disliking it. Sure, he still disliked the part where he had to lie, or at least elude the truth, but he liked spending time with Clary, even if sometimes if was only over the phone.

She had only come back to his place twice after that night when she and her best friend met with Will Herondale, but they had kept in touch through texts and phone-calls. Out of the two of them, Jace was being the one who was more careful about their relationship. Probably because he had a training in that area, whereas Clary simply went with the flow.

Still, there were a few little things he liked about being with Clary. He liked how she always managed to find a funny picture to send him when he had had a bad day (which happened a lot lately). He liked how forward she was concerning her wants and needs (especially when she would send him dirty pictures to make him feel her frustration). But what he liked the most, was how she was opening up to him.

She was talking to him more and more about her, her life and her insecurities. Of course, she did not speak as openly as Jace would like, but she was definitely less reserved that she had been in Osaka, and even less reserved than she was with Magnus. And out of all the things she shared with Jace, one thing stayed in his mind, it was the name Jon. Though he had a clear idea of who Jon was to Clary (and by default Valentine), he still didn't know for sure. And he didn't want to ask Clary yet, because he felt like she was not ready yet to open up about this part of her life.

With a little shake of his head, Jace tore himself out of his reverie, and got out of the shower. He had been up for a few hours now, did his morning workout, answered a few emails and started breakfast before he hopped in the shower to let the batter rest. So once he was moisturised and dressed, he went to the kitchen and started making blueberry banana pancakes.

He wasn't really fond of pancakes, but Clary loved blueberries, especially when they were mixed in the pancake batter. And since Clary had spent the night, Jace had decided to bake those as a little surprise for when she would wake up.

He put on some music, his choice going to old French music for it was his favourite genre, and he sipped on his unsweetened green tea as he flipped pancakes after pancakes in the pan. As he was pouring the last drop of batter in the pan, Clary got down the stairs while Edith Piaf sang La Foule. Though he heard her, Jace didn't turn his head to her, simply smiling when she hugged him from behind, kissing his back before sitting on a chair.

He boiled some water for her, and gave her his box of tea, making her grunt, slopping the upper half of her body on the table, "Ugh! You need to buy coffee, Jace! No normal human being can properly function on tea."

"I do it," He retorted, pouring hot water in a mug for her and making her grimace as she pointed out,

"Like I said, normal human beings."

"Brits do it," He countered, not even bothering answering her taunt. She grimaced even more, picking some jasmine tea as she mumbled,

"Brits aren't normal. Nobody that polite can be normal."

Jace rolled his eyes, putting the plate of pancakes on the table. He knew that she wasn't a morning person, and even less when she hadn't had her coffee. The last time she was here, she had a long rant of an hour about how he was not normal to not have sugar, or coffee, or even soda in his fridge.

"Promise, I will buy you some coffee for the next time you will come."

Her eyes illuminated and she asked with glee, "You're going to buy a coffee machine?"

"What? No. I'll buy some instantaneous coffee. I'm not getting useless appliances."

"It's not useless, it helps me … not being useless in the morning," She added, wiggling her eyebrows at the end.

Jace rolled his eyes, sipping on his tea as he sat next to her with a newspaper and told her, "Sex won't help you out on that."

She grunted, throwing her head back. Jace smiled, leaning to kiss her cheek before taking a few pancakes into his plates. The music kept on playing in the background, Edith Piaf replaced by another singer while the two of them ate in silent for a little while. Jace liked those little moments of peace he shared with Clary, doing the most mundane things like eating or watching a movie, though he had to admit that he wished Clary was more into modern movies. She liked old movies that lasted three hours or more and where people talked more than fought.

Clary got up and went to fetch her phone before sitting back next to Jace, resting her legs on his laps. Jace didn't mind, he liked having a sort of contact with her. Well, he simply liked being with her. Though he wasn't sure a hundred percent if he liked being with Clary persay, or if he liked being in a steady relationship with a woman for the first time in his life. There were many things he liked he knew were particular to Clary, but other things that could be qualified as simple relationship bliss.

"What time do you have to go?" Clary asked, scrolling through her phones and sipping on her tea. Jace checked his watch and told her that he wouldn't stay for long,

"I am supposed to meet your father in an hour."

To Jace's greatest surprise, Valentine still hadn't found out anything concerning him and Clary. Despite the fact that Clary wasn't really good at being discreet, or at covering properly her tracks, Valentine still had no clue of what was going on behind his back. He still talked to Jace and acted with him the way he always did, and never mentioned anything concerning Clary that was out of the ordinary.

Actually, over the month that had passed, Valentine had included Jace a lot more into his social circle, to Jace's greatest dismay. He didn't really like socialising, but Valentine had told him that it was a part necessary of their line of work. Wether it was the official, or the unofficial business. So Jace had to endure sport games as well as club nights with people he didn't like working with in the first place. But as usual when it came to work with other people, Jace faked it and blended in, though he did his best to stay in Valentine's shadow.

"So …" Clary finally put down her phone and continued, "I'd like to go to Paris."

"Is it the music that put you in the mood?" Jace inquired, finishing his tea and watching the redhead eat her pancakes. Clary rolled her eyes at him, and pointed her fork at him as she accused him with a full mouth,

"No. You're just some kind of old French dude hidden in some smocking hot body. I can't do anything about it. But that's beside the point. I want to visit the Iron Lady, and see Notre-Dame, and have dinner on the River Seine. I want to eat baguette and swear in French while wearing a fashionable beret."

Jace laughed at that, mostly because he knew that Clary sucked in French. She slightly kicked him, her legs still on his laps, and he simply smiled at her, as he inquired, "And when are you going?"

"Well, I was wondering if you would like to come with me?" She asked and Jace had to refrain himself from laughing again. Instead, he got up and kissed her forehead before tidying his place as he reminded her,

"There is this promise you made me do a month ago that keeps me from taking you to Paris. Unless you're having second thoughts?"

"No, it still stands! But I was just thinking that if you want to come with me, I would ask Dad to not send an armada with me."

Jace thought about it as he washed his mug, feeling that it was too risky as a plan. Valentine wasn't someone stupid, he could easily see through her game. But … he wouldn't mind spending some time away with Clary, and sleeping with her every night, not just every once in a while. Still, there were other things to be taken in consideration,

"It wouldn't be like last time. I work a lot more than I did when we went to Japan. I am bound to work from my laptop if we go abroad."

"It's okay. I just want it to be just the two of us. In Paris would be best."

"Well, you can ask, but that doesn't mean your father will automatically have me come with you," Jace warned because he knew that the next couple of weeks were going to be very busy for them and that there were very little chance that Valentine would send him away.

Clary rolled her eyes at that, apparently sure that her father would ask Jace and no other. Jace knew the confidence Valentine had in him, and so far he wasn't doubting it; but he also knew that there was so much to do that would stop him from going.

Still, he didn't bounce on any of that, and simply went back to sit next to Clary, picking up her feet to reposition them on his laps as he asked,

"Anyway, what brought this sudden interest of Paris?"

"Honestly, I just want to travel, and with you would be best. If you have somewhere else you would like to go, I'm all ears…"

"Paris is fine," Jace assured with a small smile, though he still doubted he would get to go with all that was going on at the moment. But he didn't say a word about that, mostly because of the way Clary beamed at him, before looking at her phone, texting someone.

Jace skimmed through the newspaper, mostly to occupy his eyes while his hands were massaging Clary's calves as the music kept on playing in the background. Jacques Brel was singing about La Valse A Mille Temps when Clary suddenly looked up her phone.

"What's wrong with this guy?"

Jace laughed a little, not taking his eyes away from the paper as he explained, "It's a beautiful song."

"He needs to take a breath!"

"And you need to learn French," Jace retorted with a smile. Clary stuck her tongue to him, and so he got up and rewinded the song back to the beginning before he went back to Clary and proposed her his hand.

She rose her eyebrow at him, but still smiled and took his hand. He placed his hand on her waist, and started waltzing as Jacques Brel started singing.

"The first verse is about the beginning of love in Paris. A girl alone and a boy alone seeing each other. It's the beginning of love, so it's slow, it's sweet, it's cheery, just like the song," They waltzed on the tempo of the song, Jace leading as Clary had her eyes glued on him. She seemed hypnotised by the song.

"Then, the second verse is a bit faster because love starts spinning. Testing yourself, testing the couple. Testing love. It makes your head spin and your heart beat faster, but they are no longer alone. They are two, in each other's arms and starting to see the world the same way with Paris as a witness," Jace had accelerated their dance, keeping up with the increasing music while his eyes never let go of her green ones.

"The third verse is about the final stage of love. The moment when it's no longer two people, but three. Life and love is hectic, just like the rythme of the song. You can no longer control the beat, just like you can no longer control love. You are submerged by it, and the stronger it gets, the faster your heart beat is, the faster the song is."

The song finished abruptly and they stilled looking at each other, before Jace bent down and kissed her on the lips with delicacy.

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~ Awwwww Fluff! And no cliffy! What is happening to me? Seriously, I think I am getting sick!

~ So, as a quick note, I started writing on FictionPress as Mina Lisly s/3322272/1/The-Hearts-Series-1-Blooming-Hearts-or-How-Lust-Turns-To-Love . The Hearts Series (which used to be a fic known as Beaten At His Own Game) You should really check it out. I changed a few things (like obviously the name), but the story is still as good as it was. I promise! And I upload as well a few poems. Make my day, go check it out so I don't feel like I'm updating for nothing 😉

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‼️FOR GUEST REVIEWERS‼️

Guest 1: Thank you for reviewing, and I'm so glad that you liked Izzy's point-of-view. It was meant to show a bit of Clary's feelings, without showing too much. I hope that you liked the unexpected night that Clace got to spend together

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