Morgenstern and Herondale

Something was wrong. Groaning, I attempted to wipe away the perspiration on my forehead, but my slick arms were pinned. Frowning in confusion, I recalled falling asleep beside Jace, in that awful goddamned nighty. It was probably the morning now.

That's when I sensed it; a repeated gentle brush of something against my knotted hair. Reluctantly, I peeled open my sealed eyelids, instantly regretting it.

I was snuggled into Jace, my arm wrapped around his naked stomach and my head propped on his chest. I hated my unconscious self. Jace was awake, his golden curls dishevelled and eyes observing my movements.

Clamping my eyes back shut, I removed my arm and slowly turned, back facing him. I sighed and snuggled into myself, ignoring Jace as he shifted closer to me.

"Baby," he leaned forward and whispered into my ear, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me to his body. That's when I noticed it. Screaming, I sprung defensively off the bed, tripping over the tangled covers and slamming into the floor. Crawling towards the wall, my back crashed into it, causing all the air to zap from me. Jace jumped upwards, stood on the mattress and frowning. "What?! What's wrong?!" he yelled, looking around the bedroom.

Heart thumping, I pointed a shaking finger at the horrible creature crawling across my plumped pillow. It was disgusting and black and creeping across the pillow, all eight furry legs probing around. Ew. Jace looked to where I was pointing and laughed mockingly, clutching his sides and jumping off the bed. I squealed as he approached it.

"Is that it?!" Jace chuckled, looking at me incredulously. "That's what scared you? You're a shadowhunter! You fight demons! This is a bloody spider!"

I shivered. "It's a big, hairy tarantula! Get it away from me!" Jace scooped his hands around the thing, coaxing it into his hand and closing his palms around it safely. He waggled his eyebrows and walked towards me. "NO! NO! NOOOO!" I yelled and launched myself up, sprinting towards the door. I rattled on the handle—but Jace had locked it last night. The key was in his boxers!

Ignoring the fact that I was dressed in the horrible lacy nighty, I screamed loudly and rushed to the other side of the room, pushing myself against the wardrobe. I thrashed my arms around, begging him to get away. Jace pursued forward and thrust his hand towards my face, grinning. I screeched and clamped my eyes shut, crying for him to stop.

Jace opened his hand and smirked at the creature—but it suddenly moved. I screamed extremely loudly as the hairy tarantula jumped onto the wall beside my head. Jace swore badly and ducked as the thing began leaping downwards, onto the floor, inching closer to my bare feet. I'm pretty sure he screeched as I dived onto the bed, burying my whole body under the covers. He followed, and we were both under the covers, clinging onto each other and panting.

"Where the bloody hell did that thing go?!" he shouted, beginning to swear randomly.

I shivered and whimpered. "It's your fault! Get rid of it!"

Jace shook his head. "No way! Did you see that thing?! It was jumping! I mean…bloody hell!"

"It's your fault!" I growled and slapped him hard in the shoulder. "Why couldn't you just get rid of that thing?!"

Jace shrugged, his arms wrapped around me. "It's not my fault." He huffed. "I didn't know it would jump." Jace looked at me a grinned crookedly. "I like your nighty, by the way."

I groaned. He was just in his boxers and I was in a rather revealing silky nighty. And we were practically hugging each other. Great. "Shut up." I snapped savagely. "Just get rid of it! Or get the bloody key!"

Jace looked down at his boxers. "You need to get out of the duvet first. I think I've lost it down there somewhere."

I muffled my scream into the covers and slapped him again. "I'm not going out there! That monsters jumping around on the floor!"

"I need to retrieve the key." Jace grumbled. "It's getting uncomfortable."

"Ugh. Jace!" I slapped my hands across my eyes. "Hurry up! I'm not looking!" I heard him rustling around and the bed creaking and then he coughed. "Have you got it?"

"Yes." Jace said. I looked now and there was the key, pressed into his palm. "Wanna hold it?"

"Shove off." I snarled. "And stop freaking tickling my arm!" Jace's eyes widened like saucers as he held up both his hands. Oh crap! Screaming so loudly my voice hurt, I yanked myself from the covers and began slapping my arm ridiculously fast, knocking off the horrid black creature. It scuttled around the floor. "Jace! Jace! Get rid of it!"

Jace jumped from the bed, eyes flickering around the room for something. Quickly, he completely pulled out the beside drawer and slammed it on the rampaging beast, holding the drawer down onto the thing and squashing it.

I sighed and shivered, leaning against the wall for support. Jace swore and lifted the drawer, revealing the squished splatter that used to be a tarantula.

"I'll sort that out later." Jace panted, hands on knees and catching his breath, oblivious to the fact that we were both half-naked.

That was one of the scariest moments of my life.

"You better get changed." He gestured to my nighty. "You'll catch a cold."

"Shut up." I hissed. "Are the clothes here yet?" My shocked eyes were looking at the dead spider.

Jace nodded. "In the living room. Here," he walked towards the door and shoved the key in the lock, unlocking the door. "You should get changed in the bathroom or something."

By the sounds of it, we were both pretty stunned at what happened this morning. "Thanks," I muttered and slowly staggered out the hallway.

By the angel, I think I might die of shock.