Jace's POV:

March 19 (into March 20)-

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She's gonna be here soon, I think frantically as I run around my apartment, straightening the silverware and stirring the vegetables.
The oven still has roughly twenty minutes left when Clary enters my apartment, singing "Honey, I'm home!" as she does. But she stops in her tracks when she sees my set table, staring at me with wide scared eyes. Scared? Why does she look scared?
"H-hey, Red. So, you're earlier than I thought you'd be... It's almost done, but the oven still has about twenty minutes," I explain awkwardly, rubbing the back of my neck as I watch her nervously.
"What," she breathes. "Why?"
My brows furrow in confusion. 'Why?' She's kidding, right? "I don't know…?" I say slowly. "I thought you'd be here later, like seven thirty-ish. So the timer—"
"No, I mean why— why are you making me dinner?"
"Oh! Ya know, you work hard, and neither of us have eaten yet. And I mean… why not?" I didn't know I had to have a reason for making my girlfriend dinner.
Clary stays silent for a while, as if trying to grasp something difficult. "So… So you're just, making me dinner? Just cause you can?" she asks, still looking confused.
I smirk and walk to her, wrapping my arms around her and giving her a kiss on the crown of her head. "Just cause I love you."
She takes a quick breath, chest moving rapidly against mine. "I love you, Blondie. I love you a lot, and you better stop doing shit like this or I'm only gonna love you more."
I laugh and kiss the top of her head, happiness flooding my veins. "I love you, too, Clary. You do nice things for me, too; this is just a way that I can show you I love you. And I intend to keep doing 'shit like this' for a long time."

Clary's hands turn my face down to hers and she rises up on her toes, pressing her lips firmly to mine. I clasp her waist securely in my hands, thoroughly enjoying kissing her back. She walks backward until she bumps into the counter and then stops, likely assuming I'll situate her on the counter in front of me. Her hands are roaming over me quickly, grabbing at my hair and clothing furiously. I have no idea what brought this on, but I will definitely have to find out, I muse, slowly breaking the kiss. "Later," I breathe against her mouth, pecking her on the lips one more time. There's a faint pout on her face and I groan internally before explaining. "Believe me, if I didn't have something almost to the point of burning in the oven, I'd be more than happy to continue."

A flush appears beneath her freckles, and she looks toward the oven. "So. What's for dinner? Is that soup on the stove?" she asks curiously.

"Shit!" I run the stove, and am glad when I see that the vegetables aren't too shriveled and overdone. "The asparagus is still good," I inform her, placing the pot on a trivet on my kitchen table.

"Asparagus!" she exclaims, looking into the pot excitedly. I laugh at her enthusiasm and turn off the oven right as the timer goes off, placing the hot dish on another trivet. "And baked Mac and Cheese? I don't deserve you," Clary says, smiling at me coyly.

I grin and grab the serving utensils, coming to stand next to her. "I assure you, my dear," I start, followed with a peck on the lips. "It is I who does not deserve you." After another kiss we sit down, digging into the dinner.

We make small talk throughout the meal, laughing and talking with an ease that never fails to surprise me. "So your day wasn't too bad, then?" I ask.

Clary shakes her head, leaning back in her chair. "No, they had me sitting in the nurse's station all day. I didn't have any patient interaction at all, really. Otherwise I definitely would've changed out of my scrubs first thing," she explains, looking disgusted at the clothing on her body. I laugh at her expression, and can't stop my mind from going back to our earlier kiss, and reciprocating her disdain for her clothing. Stop it, Jace. Just because she was 'in the mood' earlier, it doesn't mean she is now.

"This was really good, Blondie," she tells me, nodding her chin at our now empty plates.

I smile and look down, inexplicably sheepish about the complement. "I'm glad you liked it."

Clary grins and stands up, taking our plates and putting them in my dishwasher. "I'm gonna go change out of my scrubs. Even though they're clean, I still feel all nasty." She stops to give me a kiss on the head. "Thanks for dinner, love."

I nod and she walks back towards my bedroom, leaving me to sit in the kitchen. Once again our earlier kiss comes to mind, and I shake my head to clear it. Gotta stop it man. If she wants something to happen, she'll initiate it. I place the pot and casserole dish in the sink, then lean against the counter and look in the direction Clary left. The door to my bedroom is left ajar, and if that's not an invitation, I don't know what is.

Clary's POV:

I smirk at Izzy's text and drop my phone onto Jace's night stand. Every time I spend the night at Jace's she assumes we're gonna have sex. I mean, we usually do. But there's so much more to our relationship than sex. Like our kiss earlier. I was so ready to get it on in the kitchen, and he insists on eating first. I mean I like food as much as the next person— probably more, actually— but what guy would pass up sex? I muse, turning back toward my designated drawer in Jace's dresser. I freeze when I see him standing in the doorway, watching me with dark saffron eyes.

"Jace?" I ask softly, startled by his presence and wondering how long he's been standing there, staring at me walking around his room in my underwear.

Before I can get another word out, Jace's hands are behind my ears and his lips are pressed to mine, his body pushing mine against the wall. He bites my bottom lip softly and I gasp, letting him work his tongue into my mouth.

I have never felt so wanted, I think. By the Angel this is amazing. Jace caresses my face as I pull on his short golden hair, and when my head falls back against the wall his mouth moves down my neck to my collarbone. I moan loudly when he rips off my bra and begins to massage my breasts, mouth following soon after.

I feel heat gather between my legs and I know that I'm already wet when Jace lifts me by my butt, pressing himself between my thighs to keep me up on the wall. We both moan as our bodies move together, lust and anticipation running through our veins. His hand moves to rub me through my panties before moving them aside.

I unwrap my legs from his hips and walk him backward to his bed, pushing him down so he's sitting. I shed my underwear under his watchful eyes, and watch them get darker as I walk up and stop in front of him. Jace's hands grab my hips to pull me closer and he splays kisses across my chest while I grab his t-shirt and pull it over his head. Once the article of clothing is removed he yanks me in for a searing kiss. I love him.

"I'm gonna make you so sore tonight," Jace growls as I place open mouthed kisses along his neck. I rub along the waistband of his jeans and grin when I feel him twitch.

"I'll have to take your word for it, won't I?" I taunt him, kneeling between his legs in front of the bed. Jace groans at my sultry wording, and grips his sheets as I drag the zipper on his jeans down slowly, keeping my eyes on his. His eyes are so dark and full of desire that I have to keep myself from attacking him right then and there.

Just a few seconds later I have his jeans and boxer briefs pulled down, and I begin placing kisses along the underside of his length before licking the precum from the tip. Jace moans and winds my hair around his fingers, our eyes meeting briefly before I take his shaft into my mouth. I massage what I can't fit and he groans again, thrusting his hips as though he can't help it. "Fuck, Clary," he moans. "Oh shit I'm gonna cum."

I hum with his length still in my mouth and his hips buck harder. I feel him swell and I moan as I stroke him, encouraging his release.

I just have time to stand when Jace flings me onto my back, hovering over me. He places hot kisses all along my face, neck, collarbone, and chest. I run my hands over his back and arms, moaning and sighing quietly as he drives me crazy. I get lost in the feeling and the next thing I know Jace is rubbing his newly hardened member against me, causing me to throw my head back and moan. "By the Angel, Jace."

I wrap my legs around his waist and he pushes into me, filling me all the way. I can't seem to keep quiet as he rocks inside me, brushing my clit with each thrust. Goddamn, this feels so fucking phenomenal.

I use my locked ankles as leverage to pull him toward me, and wrap my arms around him so he can bury his face into my neck. I hear his delicious groaning and it spurs me on, making close my eyes in concentration. I hear his bed creaking from our movements, and to be honest I'm a little surprised it's still holding up our weight.

When Jace unhooks my legs and pushes them apart, he stretches me further and penetrates me deeper. Right when I start to clench around him I feel him swell, and soon we're both screaming each other's names as we fall apart.

Before I can even regroup, Jace flips me over and enters me from behind, making us both moan. Placing a kiss on my neck, he positions us on our hands and knees before he thrusts into me.

"Ohh fuck, Jace. Right there," I encourage, pressing my hips back against his and letting out a little yelp when he enters me deeper than he has before. "Right there, harder."

"Shit, Red," he groans, shifting so he's kneeling behind me, moving his hips rough and fast. I can't wrap my mind around how good it feels and I can feel myself getting closer to my climax. "I'm almost there," he warns, rubbing my clit. He lets out a grunt and just like that he releases inside me, sparking my orgasm.

I collapse on my stomach and Jace pulls me to him, wrapping an arm around my back as we both try to catch our breath. "By the Angel," he pants. "I love you, so damn much Clary." His hands weave through my hair, lazily untangling the mat of short curls.

I smile, my lips brushing against his chest. "I love you, too, Blondie," I whisper. "So much. You're my favorite boyfriend." I feel his hand stop momentarily before he chuckles, and kick myself a little for being so tired and blurting out random shit like I do. "That came out weird. I'll just say that you're my favorite person. It's like I was eating stale oyster crackers my entire life, and then you come along and you're a fucking Cool Ranch Dorito."

He laughs at that and I can't help but join in, the sound and feeling of us being together filling me with a contentment I didn't know existed, and soothing me to sleep.

I wake up to a blinding light shining right into my eyes and groan, instinctively turning away from the rude awakening. I roll over without opening my eyes, and slam right into a wall of warm muscle. Jace, I think, smile forming on my face.

A deep chuckle entices me to open my eyes, if only a little, and I see my golden boyfriend grinning down at me. "Good morning, sleeping beauty," he taunts, shifting a little so that my head can rest on his shoulder instead of under his arm.

I stick my tongue out at him and scrunch my eyes closed again, nuzzling into his neck and throwing a leg over his waist. He laughs again and wraps his free arm around my back, tracing imaginary lines along my skin. I sigh contently and give myself a few more minutes of bliss before opening my eyes.

"There she is," Jace says, giving me a kiss on the nose. "How'd you sleep?"

"Like a dream," I mumble, still not completely coherent. "Why is it so bright?"

"I forgot to close the blinds last night when… because we… Well I got distracted," he defends, ears turning pink.

I smirk and roll onto my back, grabbing the covers to pull over our still nude forms. "Yeah. One of the cons of having a big window. Big window equals big light."

He laughs at my wording, shaking his head. "You're still not completely awake, are you?"

"Nuh uh," I admit, snuggling down into the covers. "You wore me out."

This time it's Jace's turn to smirk as he props himself over me. "Yeah, well you better wake up. Cause I'm hungry," he says desperately, getting out of bed with a confusing amount of energy. "You want pancakes or waffles?" he asks as he slips on a pair of boxers.

"Pancakes sound amazing," I state, groaning as I get up and stretch. Jace watches me intently and I roll my eyes before grabbing some fresh underwear and one of his discarded t-shirts. I hear him come up behind me and spin around, hoping my morning breath isn't too atrocious as I give him a good morning kiss. When I pull back I catch a glimpse of his clock, and my eyes widen in shock. 11:18!? "Is that the time!?"

"Is that a trick question?" he shoots back, looking concerned by my panicked state.

I spin back around to my drawer and try to explain to my frowning boyfriend why I have to put on some actual clothes to wear. "I'm supposed to meet Simon at noon for lunch, but I forgot to set my alarm last night," I realize, shedding his shirt and looking for my discarded bra from last night.

"Guess you got a little distracted, too, huh?" Jace grins suggestively, making me roll my eyes and slip on a pair of pants. "You know you could always cancel?" he suggests, wrapping his arms around me from behind and placing soft kisses along my neck.

I scoff and groan, not letting myself get caught up in his touch. Again. "I can't. I canceled last week, thanks to you," I add, causing him to smirk. "I have to go."

Jace frowns dramatically as he follows me out into the living room and I search my bag for some gum and then don my coat. "Alright. I guess. But you owe me!" he insists, giving me a lengthy kiss before he opens the door for me. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"No you won't." He looks rather panicked at that answer and I chuckle, smoothing out his worry lines with my fingers. "Wrestling is over. The season ended on Monday."

"Wrestling is over? Will I ever see you again?" he asks with a sarcastically tragic expression.

I shrug, looking at him coyly with a smirk on my face. "It's a Small World."

Author's Note:

Okay guys, we made it! This is the last formal chapter of It's a Small World. I'm so happy you guys liked it. Words can't explain how stoked I am that people actually are reading my shit. Like I said when I first started writing this, back in August (holy shit), this was my first time writing ever, outside of school assignments. So, I'm also pretty proud of myself. Yes, I'm tooting my own horn, get over it. I will be posting a time jump chapter just because I have the perfect scenario in my mind, although I'm not sure when, so don't hold your breath on Monday.

Thank you all for reading, and reviewing, and favoriting, and following, and every other thing you do that makes me love you.

See ya!

-MAC