I've had quite a few people with requests for what they want to see in this story. I'm really, really sorry, but I've actually already finished writing this. If you guys have suggestions or any particular scenes that you want, still let me know, and I can note them down for future story reference :)

Isabelle dropped Clary off back at her house about twenty minutes after she had sent her last text off to Jace. It was just after four o'clock, and Clary wasn't too sure what kind of time frames she was looking at with Jace finishing work, but she assumed five o'clock was probably a safe bet.

She wasn't going to wait around at the mall until then.

He hadn't taken the bait at her jab about him being the bosses son, and so she was thinking that he probably wasn't going to show up. Clary dumped her bags from the days shopping on the floor in the lounge and walked into the kitchen. There was a half bottle of white wine in the fridge, and she pulled it out, taking a long sip straight from the bottle before stepping back to study the rest of the contents in the fridge. There was some left over dinner from the night before, and she was about to reach in and grab the plastic container when there was a knock at the door. Clary frowned, tightening her hold around the glass bottle as she walked back through the lounge to the entrance way.

"Who is it?" She called out as she rested her hand on the doorknob, not unlocking it straight away.

"It's Jace," came a short reply. Her eyebrows lifted in surprise and she opened the door, her head tilted to the side. Jace looked a little disconcerted, his hands shoved into his pockets.

"So you skived off work early, aye?" She teased him lightly as she took a pointedly large sip from the wine bottle which he glanced at. "Thought you were meant to be this perfect son?" Jace looked a little pained at that and Clary huffed and rolled her eyes. "Are you serious? You really need to chill out."

"So you keep saying," Jace muttered. "Anyway, you said you were bored? You wanna go for a drive?" Clary didn't correct him in saying that it was Isabelle who had sent the original text. She just shrugged and then nodded, grabbing her keys from the hook by the door and locking it behind her, leaving the bottle of wine on the floor beside the door and hoping that her mum didn't kick it over when she came home. Maybe there was a little bit of a smile on her face as Clary ducked her head and followed after him. Jace looked as though he was going to open the door for her, but she quickened her step so that she was right behind him and reaching for the handle about the same time that he was so that he was forced to step aside. "You don't make shit easy, do you?"

"I wasn't aware that I ever gave off the impression I was the kind of girl who needed doors to be opened for me?" Clary quirked an eyebrow at him. Jace let out a short laugh and then continued walking around to his side of the Corvette. Clary stretched out her legs, already feeling the wine that she had thrown back settling comfortably around her brain and slid her belt on. She waited until they pulled away from the curb until she looked over at him. He was wearing a suit, a fitted one that looked damn good on him, but on the way over he had loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top button of the white cotton button down shirt. "You look hot," she stated, not disguising the interest in her eyes.

"You really don't have much of a filter, do you?" Jace snorted, although she saw the way he straightened his back and squared his shoulders as though preening a little at her praise.

"Where's the fun in that?" Clary shot back at him.

"You're just completely unlike girls I'm used to—except for Izzy," he conceded quickly as he thought about it. "You're a bit like Izzy."

"Well that's good then," Clary snorted. "Because she's one of the only girls around here that doesn't make me want to puke. Except Aline and Helen, of course. They're cool too."

"Didn't know you knew that many other girls?" Jace rolled his eyes over to her as he tightened his hand around the wheel of the car, his foot pressing down harder on the accelerator to increase their speed as they reached the outskirts of towns. "You don't really seem like the social butterfly type."

"Hey, I like people well enough!" Clary protested.

"Could have fooled me," Jace smirked over at her and Clary laughed.

"Well, I like selective people," she clarified. Jace grinned and Clary's smile widened. She reached over and hook her finger underneath the silk of his tie. She felt him stiffen as her knuckles brushed against the skin of his collarbone as tugged the knot loose. She pulled it over his head and threw it into the backseat of the car and then undone another two buttons, purposefully letting her fingernail scratch lightly at the skin underneath before pulling her hand back and letting it rest on her thigh. She certainly hadn't missed the way he reacted to her touching him, and Jace glanced over at her a couple of times before narrowing his eyes and focusing on the road. "So where are we going?" Clary asked after a few minutes.

"You used to live in the city, right?" Jace asked and Clary's eyebrows pulled together.

"Who told you that?"

"Well, it's not that hard to gather, from things you've said, the way you act and dress and shit," he shrugged. "Plus, Izzy might have mentioned it."

"You been asking about me, Jace?" Clary teased him, reaching over to poke him in the side with her finger. Jace let out a huff as he tried to angle his body away from her prodding. "Like the other week when you got my number from Izzy?" Jace's cheeks reddened just a little bit and he managed a one shouldered shrug. "You know you could've just asked me yourself."

"Yeah, well, I was getting there," Jace mumbled, looking a little embarrassed. Clary didn't say anything else, but the silence was comfortable. It was weird to think that other than probably Simon and Aline, Jace was the person she felt most relaxed around in this town. They most definitely hadn't started out on the right foot, or the second or third time around, but somehow they had managed to make it work, and she had to admit that she was glad for that. His slightly prickly demeanor and sarcastic manner worked in well with her own personality, and he was easy on the eyes as well.

"Anyway," she continued. "That doesn't tell me where we're going."

"Oh right," Jace cleared his throat, rolling his shoulders as he relieved the tension there. "Well, you used to live in a city, right? So you've probably never seen a proper sunset?"

"Uh, we have sunsets in New York, you know," Clary rolled her eyes.

"You were in New York?" Jace didn't sound all that surprised, but Clary felt her body stiffen as she realized she had just said where she was from. It was something that the Suits had warned them not to do, and now she had just easily blurted it out after being so careful for the past few months.

"Yeah, but anyway, you're showing me a sunset?" Clary continued quickly, hoping that he wouldn't ask any questions. "That sounds pretty romantic, Blondie." Jace rolled his eyes but didn't comment. They were quite far out of the town now, and he was indicating to turn down a gravel driveway that lead up a grassy hill. Clary frowned out the window, tilting her head upward as they came to a stop at the top of the hill and there was a big concrete structure next to the Corvette. "So..." he turned off the engine and Clary frowned in confusion over at him. "This is...Nice?" She sounded a little disappointed, her button nose scrunching up a little, and Jace couldn't help but give her a small, genuine smile.

"We're going up there," he said, pointing a finger at the solid concrete building. Clary frowned, undoing her buckle and pushing open her door so that she could look up.

"Is it a...Water tower?" She asked, needing to crane her neck all the way back so that she could see the top.

"Yup," Jace nodded with a grin. "An old water tower, so no one really comes out here anymore. But it's still kept in good condition, so it's safe." Jace shrugged out of his suit jacket and threw it haphazardly into the backseat before leading the way around the water tower to where there was a ladder.

"You want me to climb?" Clary asked in surprise as they stopped on either side of the ladder.

"It's safe," Jace repeated. "I promise." Clary considered it for a moment before shrugging and grinning, and beginning to climb. Jace waited a couple of seconds, sucking his lower lip into his mouth as her ass swung in front of his face, encased in black leather shorts, before she paused and then looked over her shoulder, back down at him.

"You okay down there, pal?" She teased him and Jace felt himself blushing like a schoolboy all over again at getting caught at staring.

"Y-yeah," Jace cleared his throat and began to climb up after her. When they were about halfway up, ten feet or so high, there was a gust of wind and Clary paused.

"You're absolutely certain about this being safe, right?" She called down to him, and he heard a twinge of nervousness in her voice. He understood it, because they were climbing a water tower that was about twenty feet high, but he was a little surprised that she was letting him hear her uncertainty.

"Don't worry, Clary," he called back to her. "I wouldn't bring you here if this wasn't safe, because I'm pretty sure your mum would kill me if you ended up breaking your neck because of me, and she's too nice to end up in prison." There was a snort from Clary as she resumed climbing.

"Don't worry," Clary replied. "I'm pretty sure mum could handle herself just fine in prison." Jace raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything about how weird the comment was as they kept climbing. They reached the top of the ladder and Clary got to her feet as they reached the flat. It was only wide enough for them to walk one at a time, so Clary waited for Jace to stand up next to her so that she could follow him. He walked halfway around so that they could face the direction that the sun was beginning to sink in the sky. It was almost five, so they still had about an hour before the sun would be gone, but Jace didn't look as though he was in any hurry.

"Careful," Jace said, holding up a hand to her as he settled back down, legs sliding underneath the bottom rail of fencing that ran around the metal walkway. Clary could have sat down perfectly fine by herself, but she took his hand, and sat down next to him, their knees bumping together.

They were silent for a long time, probably almost twenty minutes, watching as the sunk moved lower and lower in the sky, oranges and rich reds streaking the blue. There were barely any clouds and there was the faintest breeze in the sky. This was the one place in the town that Jace felt completely relaxed in, and he had never really brought anyone out here with him, other than Alec and sometimes Isabelle. It was a popular make out spot for a lot of people, but he in particular had never come out here with anyone else. But for some reason, he hadn't thought twice about bringing Clary out here.

That was all a part of what made her so...Complicated.

"Okay, so maybe you were right," Clary murmured, keeping her voice so quiet it was barely loud enough for him to hear, it was as though she didn't want to disrupt the peace. "We don't have sunsets like this in New York." Jace turned to smile at her, and was surprised when he felt her fingers brushing against his, linking them together. Jace felt the warmth from her hand spread up his arm and through his body like a rapid infection, and he had to swallow hard. He was still looking at her, waiting for that flicker in her eye, that tilt in her eye, anything to give him the indication that she was thinking and feeling the same thing that he was.

Her eyes darted down to his mouth, resting there for a second before dragging back up to his eyes, and that was all he needed before he leaned in.

Their first two kisses had been rushed and a little sloppy, and the third kiss had been pretty chaste. This kiss, though...It was slow, and it sent sparks skittering across Clary's skin. Jace's fingers tightened around hers, the other hand moving to rest against the soft curve of her neck, and he felt his whole body react to the way that her lips moved against his. His tongue pressed softly against her lips, and she parted them for him, letting him inside her mouth. She tasted sweet, and felt incredible, and she arched her body into his, soft against him, fitting like she was made to dissolve into him.

The whole thing?

It was kind of perfect.

I'm currently on another Veronica Mars binge. I think I must go on one of these at least twice a year—re-watch all the seasons over again and the movie. Veronica is a total BAMF, Logan and Weevil are amazing, and Mac and Wallace are fucking awesome as well. It's soooooo fucking good!

My song recommendations this time are Waves by Kris Allen, Heathens by Twenty One Pilots and Waiting Game and Beggin' For Thread by Banks. Banks is seriously amazing, a complete an utter babe and her songs are sensual as fuck.

Anyway! Let me know what you guys think about Veronica Mars and also any new song recommendations! And this time around I've got previews set up for the next chapter for anyone who leaves a logged in review :) xxx