And we've got an update! Thank you guys for being patient with me; just got a lot going on right now, and my health is still playing upalongside my usual migraines, I've also had a cold for over a month that I just can't shake, so if you guys have any home remedies, let me know! The dress that Clary wears in this one was the one that Lily Collins wore to the Breakthrough Prize Ceremony. Look it up, it's beautiful :) There's only about three chapters left of this story, after this chapter. Anyway, on with the chapter, hope you enjoy!

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Clary didn't wake up until almost eleven o'clock on Thursday morning. She and Magnus hadn't left the club until almost three the morning before, even though it closed at two on Wednesday nights/Thursday mornings. She had chosen not to stay with Magnus, or go to Jace's like she had been doing more frequently, opting to take a town car home that Magnus insisted she put on the company card, she just like he had always promised that she could do. Isabelle and Max had already left the house, Isabelle for work and Max for school, and Simon might have been here as well last night, he seemed to be spending most nights here now.

It was only a matter of time before he and Isabelle found somewhere that they both agreed on and the pair of them set a date to move in with each other, and there was a feeling of panic that settled over Clary's chest everytime she thought about no longer living with Isabelle and Max. So she did the typical adult thing, and tried not to think about it.

Clary jogged down the wooden stairs of their home, kicking aside a pair of small sneakers at the foot where Max must have kicked them when looking for whatever pair of shoes he had worn to school. Some letters and pamphlets had been shoved through the mail slot in the door, and she picked them up, not bothering to look at them as she stumbled into the kitchen and flicked on the coffee pot. She wasn't tired, Magnus made sure that she was getting enough sleep, and so did Jace and Isabelle with the hours she was working, her body was just still waking up and she was never properly awake until she had caffeine in her.

Caffeine or Jace, they both seemed to do the trick.

A smirk played on her red mouth as she thought about Monday morning waking up with Jace in her bed—he had ended up staying the whole weekend at their place, taking her into the city when she had work on Saturday night and spending time with Alec until she was ready to go back home. He was prepared to do the same on Sunday if she needed to go in and do any work with Magnus, but there wasn't anything that the pair of them needed to go through that couldn't wait until she had gone into work the next day. Jace had woken before her every morning, and had woken her in different ways that all lead down the same path, with the same result, which was both of them orgasming—her usually more than once.

When her coffee was ready, she took a sip and flipped through the mail. There were a couple of glossy advertisements for sales happening at a few local stores, a letter from the school that Clary opened and saw was just the monthly newsletter, their power bill which she stuck to the fridge with a magnet, and then a thick envelope with her name printed on it. She paused, the rim of her coffee cup resting against her lower lip as she stared at it, her eyes lifting to look at the logo in the corner of the envelope—a white upheld torch against a violet background.

New York University.

"Shit," she muttered to herself as she rushed to put down her coffee cup so quickly that some of the brown liquid spilled out of the mug and onto the bench. Clary didn't bother cleaning it up as she ripped open the envelope to have a look at the details inside. It was an official letter welcoming her into the course, and even though she knew that she was already enrolled, seeing it there in black and white just made it seem so real all of a sudden. There were more contents in the envelope, a few slim brochures and a time table, but she was still stuck on the letter. Before she really knew what she was doing, she was pulling her phone out of the back pocket of her sweatpants and dialing the last person that she had text.

"Jace?" Clary breathed as soon as he picked up.

"What's up?" Jace asked breezily, so she must have caught him at a good time. Clary made a face to herself as she realized that she hadn't even thought about what time it was and that Jace could potentially be in meetings.

"Oh, fuck, sorry," Clary winced. "I wasn't even thinking about what time it was."

"No, it's cool," Jace replied. "We're going through a couple of potential new hotels that we're looking at buying and flipping, Hodge is going through the numbers with a couple of other people so they don't need me right now. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm—" Clary felt the excitement come back in a rush as she remembered the reason that she had called him, looking down at the envelope in her hand. She did a ridiculous little happy dance on the spot, glad that there was no one around her, but Jace heard her squeal down the other end of the line. "I got my acceptance letter from NYU!" She blurted out. "Like, I knew that it was just a couple of classes and I was definitely going to get in because it's not like a degree or anything, but I actually got the letter and it all seems so official and I—" she broke off because she could hear Jace laughing at her. "Hey. Yeah, so maybe it's a little nerdy, but—"

"No, I think it's adorable," Jace was still laughing, but she could hear the affection. "It's just, the first time I met you, you were pretty much naked and giving me sass about staring at your tits. And now you're calling me because you're excited about getting into school. It just seems like two completely different people." The corner of Clary's mouth lifted as she remembered the first time they had met.

"Yeah, well, if it makes you feel better, I can show you my tits and then not let you touch them. Reminisce on old times," she teased.

"Oh, baby, don't even joke about that," Jace groaned into his phone. "You know how much I love your tits." Clary laughed. "Anyway, I need to get back to work, I'm pretty sure some of the stakeholders just heard that last comment. But we need to celebrate properly. Friday night, you working?"

"Uh, I can possibly get it off," she replied, trying to remember if there were any special events on that Friday night. "Although Sunday would be better, because I think Camille is going to be in on Friday which means Magnus is going to be preoccupied, which means I'll need to be keeping an eye on things, and you know Saturday is always really busy."

"Look at my business woman, running the show," the pride in his voice was clear. "Sunday it is. I'll take you out to dinner."

"Sounds good," Clary was still smiling stupidly. "I'll let you get back to work."

"Yeah, give me a call if you need a ride," he began. "And Clary?"

"Mm?" Clary hummed.

"I'm proud of you," all teasing was put aside and there was sincerity ringing through in his words. Clary felt her cheeks burn hot and she didn't really know how to respond. Jace seemed to know, because a moment later, the call ended and she was left smiling like an idiot. Her next call, a couple of minutes later, was to Isabelle, to tell her about the letter. Isabelle had squealed down the line, just like Clary had, and then she had gone into Simon's office and Simon had sounded like a proud father when he congratulated her.

That afternoon, a town car had appeared at the house to take her into the city to Hypnotica. The club was open that night, and they always got a good turn out even if it was the middle of the week. Usually it was businessmen who came in, unwinding from work and having a few drinks and a leer at pretty ladies before going home to their stiff wives. Magnus had given her a massive, noisy kiss on both cheeks when she had told him about the letter in the mail. He also told her that she could go home a little bit before midnight, saying that she deserved a bit of downtime. She didn't want to bother Jace, even though she knew that he wouldn't mind coming to pick her up, but she just wanted to go home. Isabelle would probably already be in bed, and Max would definitely be fast asleep, but she felt like maybe it was going to be one of those nights when she climbed into bed with him.

There was just something ridiculously warm and comforting and that ached like home when she was in Max's bedroom with the little boy snuggled up beside her. He used to climb in bed with her or Isabelle when he had bad dreams and couldn't sleep when he was younger, and then as he had grown up, there had been other times when he had crawled in bed with one of them. Not always because of a particular reason, sometimes he just wanted to be close. Clary knew she was going to miss when she would hear the patter of feet coming down the hallway in the middle of the night, and it was going to be far too soon when her favourite little man was going to be living two doors down.

When Clary walked in the front door, there was a painting stuck with sello-tape to the banister so that she would see it before going upstairs. It was of her, Max, Isabelle, Simon and Jace—at least that who she assumed they all were, going off the hair colours they were each given—and there were a couple of lopsided balloons and flowers in the corners. Isabelle had helped the boy out, her tidy writing underneath in black pen saying Congratulations on the job, Aunty Rissa!

She felt another swell in her heart and she took the stairs two at a time. Clary made a pit stop in the bathroom to wipe the makeup off her face, pull off her fake eyelashes and take diamantes off. She had glitter all through her hair and she tried to shake it all out, but couldn't be bothered with a shower. Clary changed into a pair of sleeping shorts and one of Jace's shirts that he had left behind, walking quietly down to Max's room, hoping that she didn't wake up Isabelle. There were posters of Star Wars and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles all over the walls, and there were a ridiculous amount of toys cluttering the ground, but somehow Clary managed to navigate around them and get to his bed. Max was completely smushed against the wall, just like he always slept, the pillow pushed to one side and forgotten.

"Hey, buddy," Clary murmured as she lifted up the corner of the dark blue duvet cover and slid into the bed. Max made a muffled noise and she saw him open one of his eyes and look at her.

"Aunty Rissa?" His voice was thick with sleep, and he lifted one small fist to his eye to rub.

"Go back to sleep, sweetie," Clary whispered, reaching out to hug him close against her, breathing in his familiar scent. "And thank you for the card."

"I love you, Aunty Rissa," Max's breathing had already begin to even back out again, and a moment later, she knew he was fast asleep, his dark head tucked underneath her chin. It was things like this that made her wonder how she was going to cope when Isabelle and Max moved out, after they found a place with Simon. But if she was going to loose the best housemates she had ever had to anyone, at least it was to her brother. She couldn't think of a couple more deserving of each other than Simon and Isabelle, and Simon loved Max like he was his own kid.

It didn't take Clary long before her breathing matched Max's, and she was sleeping.


"You got in early last night," Isabelle noted as she took the dish out of the oven and carefully put it down on a wooden chopping board. The grilled chicken smelt amazing and Clary's stomach grumbled loudly, getting a grin from the dark haired girl on the other side of the bench. "I heard you go into Max's room."

"Well, I need to get my cuddles in where I can," Clary pouted at Isabelle dramatically. "Given you guys aren't going to be here for too much longer." She saw a flash of guilt on her friends face and Clary instantly felt bad. "Iz, you know I'm kidding. I love the fact that you and Simon are going to move in together. You guys are perfect for each other." Isabelle twisted her mouth and nodded, but she still looked as though she felt bad and Clary sighed, coming around the centre island of the kitchen and bumping her hip against Isabelle's. "Come on, babe. We're still going to see each other all the time. You just won't be down the end of the hall anymore."

"It's like the end of an era," Isabelle put her arm around Clary and tugged her in close. "You know I love you, right? And everything that you've done for me and Max?"

"You're getting awfully soppy over there, Lightwood," Clary teased, but her voice sounded as though she was a little stuffed up.

"And you're going to move in with Jace, right?" Isabelle asked. Clary opened her mouth open to correct her, and Isabelle realized her mistake and rolled her eyes. "Fine, you're going to move into Jace's building, right?" She amended.

"Maybe," Clary shrugged and Isabelle rolled her eyes.

"Alright, well, you know I think you should," she said as she took her arm off from around Clary's shoulders and started dishing up the mashed potatoes onto the three plates on the counter top. "Oh, and me and Simon are going to have a look at a couple of places after work tomorrow, we're finishing a bit early and picking up Max and then going to look at two places that are up for rent—"

"Mama!" Max called from the lounge, interrupting their conversation.

"What's up, babe?" Isabelle raised her eyebrows at him.

"There's someone knocking at the door," he said, pausing the show that was playing on TV and walking toward the front door. Isabelle frowned at Clary, who shrugged.

"I'm not expecting anyway," she said. "Maybe it's Si?" Although Simon hardly ever knocked, since he had his own key, same with Jace, and the two of them tended to just walk straight in. "I'll get it," Clary said. "You finish with dinner." Max was standing behind the front door, looking through the clouded window on one side, trying to make out who was on the other side of the door. "Who is it?" Clary asked as she reached for the door handle.

"Dunno," Max shrugged and stuck out his bottom lip.

"Helpful, buddy, real helpful," Clary stuck out her tongue at him before opening the door.

"Hi," the man told her with a half smile. He was wearing a terrible yellow and red delivery man uniform. "I've got a delivery for Clarissa Fray?" He gave her an expectant look, and Clary's eyes dropped to the big brown box in his hands.

"That's me," Clary frowned as she stepped forward. "Who's it from?"

"I don't know, miss," the delivery man didn't look at all interested as he pulled an electronic device out of his back pocket, awkwardly tipping the box into one arm as he tried to hold it out to her. "Can I just get you to sign here?" Clary hesitated, and then took the device from her and the plastic pen from him, signing her name. "Here we go," he held the box out to her and Clary frowned as she lifted it up and down, wondering what was inside. It wasn't particularly heavy, although one side had more weight than the other. "Have a good night," he nodded at Clary and Max and then jogged back down the steps toward his van.

"Open it!" Max said excitedly as Clary kicked the door shut.

"Who was it?" Isabelle called from the kitchen, and they heard her getting knives and forks out of the drawers, metal clinking together.

"Clary got a parcel!" Max announced, running ahead of Clary, into the kitchen. Isabelle raised her eyebrows as she took the first two plates from the counter to the dinner table, and then went back for the third.

"Who's it from?" Isabelle asked as she moved to stand behind Clary before her eyes widened. "Ooh, that's from Purple New."

"Purple New?" Clary gave her a friend a confused look. Isabelle tapped her finger to the corner of the package to a logo.

"It's a clothing boutique in the city, extremely expensive, I used to go there all the time," Isabelle nudged Clary in the side with her elbow. "Hurry up and open it. I think we're both pretty sure we know who's it from, if it's a dress. Didn't you say you had a dinner date coming up?" Clary's eyes were like saucers as she ripped open the package.


Jace checked the time on his watch, pulling down the sleeve of his crisp white shirt, and tugging his tuxedo sleeve down over it and then glancing toward the main entrance of the restaurant. He had only come to this particular restaurant twice, once with Alec when he had graduated from University and once with his mother when she had officially announced that she was divorcing Stephen. He could afford to come here more often if he really wanted to, but this place had a waiting list that you had to buy a place on, and even he winced a little when the bill came at the end of the night.

He had wanted to bring Clary here, though, because he knew that getting into NYU was important to her, and he wanted to treat her.

His original plan had been to go and pick her up, but after speaking with Magnus, he had adjusted his plans a little. Magnus had picked out a dress that Clary would look amazing in—although Jace was man enough to admit that he was pretty sure she would look good in a potato sack. Magnus had also chosen out the shoes, even though Jace had said he would be perfectly competent in picking out the shoes himself, but Magnus had stated very bluntly that he wasn't taking that risk. He had then ordered a limo to be the one to go and pick Clary up.

Jace knew that Clary usually didn't like the big flashy statements, but he was hoping that this one time she would make an exception.

"Mr Wayland?" The waiter stated, and he blinked, realizing he had zoned out for a moment, thinking about Clary. The waiter gave him a smile and stepped aside, and behind him stood Clary, looking absolutely gorgeous.

The dress was black with silver diamantes splashed across it in star burst patterns. It had a deep parting down the front, showing off a teasing amount of cleavage of her inner breasts before coming together again at her neck. The dark fabric wrapped once around her neck, contrasting with her ivory skin, before falling down her back in one, flimsy line that connected with the skirt of the dress, leaving the rest of her back bare. When Magnus had shown Jace the dress, he had definitely appreciated the fact that he knew her back was practically going to be completely exposed, and there was a dip in the front which meant he would be able to catch glimpses of her cleavage and torso, but he hadn't been able to figure out the part around her neck. Magnus had said to trust him, though, and he was glad he had, because Clary looked absolutely stunning. The dress finished an inch or so above her knees, and it was finished off with a pair of simple black high heels.

"Can I get you anything? Or would you like several moments to look over the menu?" The waiter asked after he had pulled out Clary's seat and waited for her to sit down. Clary looked over at him hesitantly, and Jace had flashed the waiter a smile, just wanting to be alone with her.

"A few minutes would be great, thank you," he said, before his attention rested solely back on the red head opposite him. When the waiter walked away, Clary gave him a fleeting smile, one of her hands going to the fabric at her neck, and Jace realized that she was nervous. He reached across the table, finding one of her hands and linking their fingers together. His voice was low as he leaned closer to her, slightly husky with the arousal that had been burning low in the pit of his stomach since he had seen her. "You look fucking amazing," he murmured. Her cheeks reddened slightly, but she dropped her hand from where she had been fiddling with the collar.

"You didn't have to spend so much money on the dress," she told him quietly. "Izzy told me the place you got it from was some place that made one of a kind items." Jace shrugged as he rolled her hand over on the table so that hers was palm upward, and he curled one of his fingers in so that he could trace it over the delicate lines in her palm.

"I wanted to do something nice for you, given you're not the type of girl who is going to let me treat you for no reason," Jace shrugged, his finger inching toward her wrist, and running it over her skin lightly. "And it's not just for you."

"Oh really?" Clary arched an eyebrow at him.

"Nope," Jace's smile was wicked as it dropped from her face, to her chest, and then her bare arms and the arch of her neck before reaching her eyes again. "That dress is doing all kinds of things to me as well." Clary smirked at him. Jace leaned further across the table and Clary leaned in as well, resting one elbow on the table. "I want to rip that fucking thing off you with my teeth." The smirk on Clary's face dropped and he felt the shiver go through her. Her eyes flickered to the side and a second later, he felt her foot touch his inner thigh, her toes inching closer to the centre of his legs.

"We could always skip dinner," she murmured, her words thick. Jace was tempted to, especially when she ran the tip of her tongue over her lower lip and looked at him through her long eyelashes.

"No," he said, and shifted in his seat, trying to will his erection down. "Tonight, we're going to have a proper dinner...And then we can continue this back at my place." Clary grinned, and he felt her foot shift so that it was no longer teasing his thigh, but still resting between his legs, on his seat. "Now, pick something on the menu," he ordered her, nodding to the menu in front of her. She opened it up, her eyes skimming both sides before she frowned and looked up at him.

"There's no prices," she stated.

"Shouldn't matter to you, because I'm taking you out to dinner," Jace responded. "Which means I'm paying." Clary looked like she wanted to argue, but their waiter came back and asked what they wanted for their entree, and she quickly ducked her head to find something to order. The wait times weren't too long, and Clary talked about Isabelle and Max moving out, and Jace talked about how he went over to Magnus' for lunch that day with him and Alec, and the pair had practically had sex right in front of him the all afternoon. Jace made out that it annoyed him, and part of it undoubtedly did, but Clary knew that he has happy that his best friend was finally being honest with himself and his partner.

"Okay," Clary let out a heaving breath as she pushed away the plate that had had the pork tonkatsu and noodle dish that she had ordered, the plate completely empty. "I'm stuffed. Pretty sure I'm not going to eat anything else for the next week." Jace laughed as he leaned back in his seat.

"Right, so," he crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head to the side. "Now that I've got you all buttered up and in a good mood, I've got a question to ask you." Clary rolled her eyes as though he was asking a whole lot of her, but she was still smiling over at him. "Will you move into my building?" Jace asked, making sure to keep eye contact and keep his expression nuetral, not wanting to look too excited at the idea. The smile on Clary's mouth faded slightly and she leaned forward, leaning her arms against the table.

"You know I don't have that much money," she began. "And the savings that I've managed to put away—a lot of that is going toward the University fees, because I don't want to get out any type of student loan."

"That's fine," Jace nodded, knowing better than to offer it to her rent free. "Just pay what you're paying for your place now, with Isabelle."

"I know for a fact that's not going to be even close to what that place is worth," Clary stated. "Isn't your dad going to care that he's loosing out on one of his rooms?"

"It's not my dad's place," Jace replied, looking a bit confused. "It's mine." Clary stopped, her chin jerking upwards a little as she frowned at him.

"What?" She asked.

"It's mine," Jace repeated. "I mean, my dad owns a lot of the shares in the overall company, and some of the hotels are personally his, yeah. But part of the divorce settlement with my mum, was that she got that particular hotel. She signed it over to me the day after the divorce was finalized." Clary was still blinking at him in surprise and Jace raised his eyebrows. "What? You didn't know that?"

"Shit," she shook her head and let out a snort. "No, I didn't know that."

"Does it change anything with us?" Jace sounded concerned, and Clary met his eyes, shaking her head again.

"No," she murmured.

"Will you move in?" He pushed. Clary breathed in through her nose, and bit down on her lower lip, which was still stained with the dark lipstick she had put on several hours ago. Then she nodded, and a grin broke out across Jace's face.

Sorry, this is going to be a little bit of a long A/N—only because I've got a lot that I want to recommend to you guys! Movie wise; I've only just seen Moonlight, taken me a while to get there, but I saw it, and I loved it. My heart was aching through it, but it was beautiful. Beauty and the Beast, it was great. Was really worried because I loved the original so much, but it was great. And also Logan, shit—I managed to hold it together right at the end, where Laura changed the cross to a X. Then I kind of lost it. So I absolutely recommend all thee of these.

Now, with TV series—Big Little Lies. Holy SHIT! This was incredible! I binged the whole thing in one morning. It was sooooo good. I've also just started watching American Gods, and I've got high hopes for it :) AND SENSE8 SEASON 2 IS OUT! Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees! And it's just as amazing as ever! Also, I've got some song recommendations; Enjoy The Ride and Alive, by Krewella. Great songs, I've had them on repeat for the past couple of weeks. And then Red, by Tyler Ward. The original song is by Taylor Swift, although I've never actually heard that version, only the one by Tyler, and it's so fucking beautiful.

And finally, I've got two stories that I'm pretty obsessed with. The first one I've been meaning to recommend for ages, but I just kept forgetting! It's by reppinda5o3, who is absolutely fucking amazing and listens to all my word vomit with my stories and is always there for me when I need to rant/rave. It's called Clarissa Is A Punk, it's an AU story, she write in incredible detail, and you should all check it out! The second story is The Cry of The Wild, another AU story, by happiness trap. She updates frequently as well, so that's always a plus!

Alright—so let me know what you think of the update! Did you enjoy it? Let me know what your recommendations for songs, fics, movies or TV series are, and if you guys agree with the ones I've included.

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Also, it's my birthday next week, so a review would be a pretty nice present from ya'll :)