Ok as I promised: a new chapter AND in time :D I did my best, so I hope you like it :p enjoy this fluffy Clace moment :) xoxo
Jace's POV
Paint...? ME...? She brought out in shock. "Jeah..." I said, pulling her entirely on top of me. "You." Her emerald-green eyes were wide open, completely... shocked. "But why?" She asked confused. "Why me?" I pressed my lips against her neck. "Because you are beautiful." She turned a cute shade of pink, from the top of her head to her toes. "No I am not" she said, her voice muffled as her head was buried in my hoody. I hugged her and kissed her head until she looked up. "Yes you are, and I'm gonna show you."
Clary's POV
Jace's hand was resting lightly on my back, as he was leading me to his room, and even this minimal contact made my heart beat a little faster. Even though we were together for 28 days (not that I was counting), I was still hyper aware of every movement he made, especially if those movements included touching me. He pulled me a little bit closer as he tried to open the door to his bedroom, refusing to let me go even though I was clearly hindering him. "Jace..." I started laughingly, but stubbornly he shook his head and finally unlocked the door. "See", he said with a triumphant smile, "piece of cake!" I rolled my eyes, but that effect was pretty much ruined by the smile that was plastered on my face. Really, I couldn't help it, but he was so cute when he did things like those: carrying me when my feet hurt, opening the door for me,... He always wanted to be a gentleman to me, proving me that he really had changed and this wasn't just a flirt for him... And even if he was sometimes a bit too fanatic, I couldn't help but find it extremely cute.
He leaded me to his bed, slightly pressing me down before he started to rumble through one of his drawers. After a few minutes, his room had transformed into a mini atelier, including an easel and a lot of pencils, paint brushes and other things of which I didn't even knew their function. As he looked up with twinkles in his eyes, he almost looked like a little child who had just gotten a new toy. "Uhm Jace, what do I have to do? Shouldn't I wear something else? Or I don't know..." my voice trailed off, my nerves stopping me from going on. I knew I was turning a shade of red as he eyed me unashamed. "Just be yourself, that is already..." his voice haltered for a moment."Perfect" he finished his sentence, and I knew I was blushing even harder. The air between us was thick, filled with desire, and I tried to take a deep breath. "If you want me to sit still for more than an hour, I suggest you stop giving me complements before I do something I shouldn't do." I brought out, more honestly than I had wanted to be. But my spontaneous words had some effect, because he scraped his throat and nodded slowly. "Euhm ok..." he said, still a bit confused and ... nervous? "Maybe you could sit in the bay window? I think the light will perfectly accentuate..." I interrupted him before he could compliment me again. "Uh uh, no compliments." I walked to the window. "Tell me how I need to sit." I tried to sound as professional as possible, afraid that I wouldn't be able to stop myself from doing something I would regret later...
Jace's POV
Clary sat on the windowsill of my bay window, her legs bungling down and her head resting against the window. Her red curls were lightening up as fire by the sunlight, her cheekbones and lips accentuated by light while other parts were hidden in shadows. Sometimes I caught myself staring at her for minutes without sketching or painting, just mesmerized by her natural beauty and fierce attitude. Even if she was just sitting there like now, she almost emitted an inner strength I had never seen before. And right now, it was my intention to catch it so she could finally see it herself...
Clary's POV
I tried to stay calm as I sat on his windowsill, but it seemed like my skin was on fire and my heart running a marathon. Every time his eyes ran over me and back to his drawing, an extra boost of energy ran through my body, making me wonder how it was possible I was still alive. The only thing keeping me from insanity, was staring at Jace. I knew that must sound cheesy and insane, but somehow it did. As long as I didn't look into his eyes at last... I followed his jaw line, the muscles of his arms, the bow of his lips... In my eyes, everything was perfect, and I didn't really mind doing this for hours...
"I am ready" he said, and those three words were like an electric shot, running through my veins and putting all my senses on edge. I gulped difficult, my throat and mouth suddenly dry. I slowly stood up, trying to shake of my nerves as I walked up to the easel. "Can I... Can I see?" I asked, suddenly inexplicable afraid that he might not wanna share it with me. "Of course you can..." he said with a warm smile. "You have to!" he added, as he took my hand and pulled me on his lap. At this moment, I was so focused on seeing his painting, that I wasn't even distracted by his hands encircling my waist and the lack of space between our bodies. My eyes were focused on the canvas in front of me, and I saw something I had never ever seen before...
It was me, but at the same time it wasn't. Even though painted, the girl in front of me was staring right in my soul with big emerald-green eyes... My eyes... But they weren't really that overpowering, right? I always thought that my hair was the only thing people noticed, but here... This girl was perfectly balanced, the small features of her face supported by her eyes, her hair fierce and prominent though somehow... fitting. The entire painting was radiating some sort of inner strength and determination that I could almost feel on my skin. Every pencil stroke breathed out love and affection, care and trust, and it was just... overwhelming.
"Do you really... see me like that?" I asked wonderingly, and in response Jace laid his head in my neck, placing sweet kisses in my neck as he whispered in my ear. "It's not even close to your beauty." My cheeks burnt. "You're insane, and talking nonsense" I said, trying to mask my emotions that were whirling inside of me, "but this... this is... the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life." His lips stopped moving, and his breath stirred for a moment. "Thank you" was all he said, and I knew this meant more for both of us than we could ever explain...
Ok I think that was… a pretty cute moment huh ;) I hope you liked it… Please tell me how you want the rest of the story to evolve, because I am just so interested in how you guys see the story and the characters. Do you wanna find out more about Alec and Magnus? Or Izzy? And about Clary's past? :) TELL ME :p than I can add that in my next chapters :)
PS: I know I'm a horrible person, but my next update will probably be in 2 weeks instead of one. :( But I do have a good excuse: I am going to Rome for a week! :D So I am sorry, but not… really :p Because it's fucking Rooooome! :p But I do know it sucks that I won't update :( so forgive me please xxx N.