Soooooo many of you requested one last sex scene in the house. You've got it. And FIFTY FUCKING CHAPTERS. How?!

WARNING: Do I even need to warn you about Sexy Time anymore? If you're still with me, you obviously don't mind... It's pretty mild though.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Mortal Instruments. I just like to write smut.

-Jace Wayland-

"Alec, you really need to get a haircut. You look like Dora the Explorer." Isabelle jokes, ruffling her brothers hair. It's been an hour since we all agreed to go with Sebastian, and no one has mentioned it since. We're actively avoiding the subject.

"I'm a big fan of her work." Alec retorts, sarcastically. I can't help the smile that spreads across my face. He never would have said that when he first got here. He's come a long way.

I'm going to miss them all so much. From the first moment Alec and Isabelle came here, I forgot that I was stuck here. They're more than my best friends. They're my siblings. This didn't feel like a family until they got here. How will I go back to my old life? These people are my family now. The only person I have to go back to is Celine.

I don't want to be away from any of them. Magnus, Clary, Jonathan, Jordan, Maia, Izzy, Alec, and even Sebastian and Valentine. I love them as much as I hate them. Tomorrow will be our last day here. I don't want to say I'm not excited. I am. More than that, however, I'm afraid.

Later.

I press her back onto the piano bench, molding my body firmly against hers. Clary wraps her legs around me, pulling me closer. Deeper. We're both thinking the same thing. I hope this isn't goodbye. Her face presses into my shoulder, and she whimpers "I love you." into my skin.

"I love you." My fingers knot into her hair, and I finally speed up my pace, causing her to cry out. Having sex on a piano bench is a little awkward. I feel her grin against my neck. She wriggles underneath me, as pleasure shoots through her. If this is goodbye, at least she's going to remember exactly what it felt like to be with me. I am making sure of that.

Clary squirms, rolling her hips. I feel her coming undone around me. I can barely breathe as she looks deeply into my eyes, causing my heart to beat faster. Tears stick to her lashes, and I kiss her tenderly, swallowing her whimpers. It's hard to tell if these noises are from pleasure, or if she's just crying. "Don't cry." I whisper, against her mouth.

"Don't leave me." She demands, wrapping her legs tighter around me, trying desperately to keep me inside of her. She rocks back into the cushion of the bench with each thrust. "I need you." She begs, digging her nails into my chest. It's strange how it used to be her way of saying no, but now it's how she says yes. "I need you, forever."

I quicken my pace, being overtaken by desire. "I'm yours." I grunt, snapping my hips. "Forever." I let my passion poor out of me, moving in a wanting rhythm. We cling to each other desperately.

-Clary Fray-

I step into the hall on wobbly legs, patting my hair down. "Clary..." A soft voice calls out to me. I turn around, expecting to see Jon, but it's Sebastian. They even sound similar.

I take an uneasy step away from him. "Hi..."

"Are you okay?" He tilts his head. "You're walking a little strange. Are you hurt?"

Heat creeps into my cheeks. Jace got a little carried away. "I'm fine." I answer, avoiding his gaze.

Sebastian chuckles. "Oh!" He exclaims. "I get it. Jace is in there. I'm sorry I asked."

I blush a deeper shade of red. "Yeah..."

He takes a step toward me, and in turn, I take a step away from him. It's a dance we've been doing for months. "Are you excited to leave this place, little sister?"

"Why are you doing that?"

"Doing what?"

"You keep referring to me as little sister." I point out, cautiously.

He averts his gaze, his lips tugging down at the edges. "It helps me to remind myself who you are."

I nod, searching my brain for a reason to get away from him. I come back with nothing. "Why are you doing this? If we get out, you'll go to jail. If we get caught sneaking out, Valentine will do something terrible. This can't end well for you."

He shakes his head. "You don't get it, Clary."

"What?" I press.

"I'm just trying to make things right! I fucked up so bad, and I know that. It's killing me, and no one cares." he begins pacing, tugging at his black hair. "I don't know what changed, Clary, but something did. I've been sick, but I'm getting better. I don't need you to forgive me, but I need you to know that I will never do that to you again."

I step back instinctively, and whisper "Prove it."

His ashamed expression softens, morphing into a look of hope. It's the most human I've ever seen him. "I will. That's what I'm trying to do."

-Maia Roberts-

I sink onto the couch across from Max and Aidan, finally feeling better, for the most part. Sebastian said he'd be back with the others tomorrow night. I don't understand what he's doing, but if I have to choose between Sebastian and Valentine, Sebastian is clearly the lesser of two evils. "What do you guys want to do?" I ask. What do you do with two fourteen year old boys? What do they even like?

"Go home." Aidan mutters, his copper eyes holding no emotion.

"Soon." I assure him.

Max pushes his glasses up on his nose. "What if they get caught?"

"If they're not back by the time Sebastian said, we'll go to the police. But what should we do in the meantime?"

Both boys shrug and I sigh, picking up the phone. "What are you doing?" Max asks.

"Why don't we just call the police right now?" Aidan scoffs.

It's a good question, but none of us would even know how to get back to the others anyways. The boys were knocked out when Sebastian brought them here, and I ran through the woods for nearly 24 hours. When I asked Sebastian why the boys were unconscious, he shrugged and said 'They weren't cooperating.' I'm not sure why he thought knocking them out would be okay. "It will be easier if we let Sebastian get them out. We don't know how to get back to them, and he does. We need him."

"Okay, so what are you doing with the phone?" Max asks again.

I smile. "Ordering pizza. Sebastian left us a wad of cash on the dresser. Do you guys like pepperoni?" They both nod. "Alright. We'll get pizza, and find some crappy cable show to watch. Then we can just wait it out until tomorrow night."

I'm nervous about seeing Jordan again. What if he can't stay sober? And... I can't go home. Daniel is worse than Jordan ever was. I'm not sure why I didn't think of this before I ran away. I've never had the best impulses.

Ah. Next chapter will be the escape. Then one or two more chapters, and I AM doing a sequel, so don't worry your pretty heads about that. There's still more to come.

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See you Wednesday.

-Clothing = Oppression. Don't let the Man bring you down.

PS: I changed Maia's last name back because she's free now. Symbolism, yo.