Ahhh okay. This is the final chapter of this piece. I know that this has taken...Ridiculously long, and I wanted to say such a big thank you to those who stuck around. I hope you guys enjoyed it :)

"We need to get you guys out of here," Alec laughed as he stumbled forward, throwing one arm around Clary and the other arm around Jace.

"Us?!" Clary cried out, hiccupping and then giggling as she stumbled under the weight from Alec's arm. "What about you?!" She reached up and played with his hair, laughing the whole time. He had changed the colour of dye in his hair, and now there were dark blue streaks in his dark locks, which matched the blue stripe that Magnus had put through his own hair. Clary thought their matching dye jobs were adorable, and she told them every time she saw them, especially when she was drunk.

"I'm not about to get kicked out of here for indecent exposure!" Alec protested as he purposefully looked down at Clary's dress.

It had been a long week for everyone, but especially for Jace. It had been a month since he had started at The Circle and this week had been the first time that he was solely in charge of all of the lessons and classes. Jessamine had officially left and while Jace had taken a few of the classes while she was there, it was different when he was the one that all of the students were looking up to. He had been stressed and had messed up a few times, but Jocelyn and Luke had both been supportive when he had questions or needed some help, and overall, he had done pretty damn good.

However, he had definitely been down for letting off some steam.

So on Saturday, after their gig, they had gone to one of the bigger clubs in New York and Kaelie had been more than happy to bring some X for all of them to share. Simon, Raphael and Alec had all chosen not to take any of the brightly coloured pills that Kaelie was offering out, although Alec was on about the same level as the rest of them now, given how much he had had to drink.

Clary was wearing a dark green dress that had slashes missing from her back, sides and breasts, and given her and Jace had been dancing in a way that mimicked them having sex for the past hour, it had been both pulled up and pushed down, so it was only just covering her ass and her breasts were nearly spilling over the top of the material. That was what Alec was talking about when he had said she was 'indecently exposed' although Magnus kept teasing his fingers along the top of Alec's jeans, attempting to inch his way inside, so Clary was guessing that if she got thrown out, the boys were going to be right behind her.

"Okay!" She announced, sloppily holding up her hands as she waved a finger unsteadily at Jace. "We're gonna go—but because I want to, not because you're telling me to!" Alec snorted and rolled his eyes, and then Clary reached out with one hand and grabbed Jace's. Their friends were all shouting out their goodbyes—minus Isabelle, who was busy groping Raphael with one hand with the other wrapped around Simon's neck and pulling him in for a kiss. Clary rolled her eyes at Alec as they left the club, but then she turned her full attention to Jace. "I really like your hands," she stated as they stumbled out of the club, and she lifted his hand in front of her face, blocking her vision, and she almost tripped down the steps. Jace grabbed her around the waist, but he was definitely inebriated as well, and so they both nearly overbalanced before Clary managed to find her bearings, giggling as she did so.

"We should get a cab," Jace decided and Clary nodded her head in agreement. It was only when Jace started laughing and looking at her that she realized that she was still nodding her head and she pulled the fingers at him before looking up the street to where their cab was pulling up at the curb, waiting for people who wanted a ride home.

By the time they got in a cab, got back to Jace's apartment and Jace had managed to swipe his card to pay, both of them were more than ready to be completely alone with a bed.

Or a couch.

Or, hell, Jace would be happy with a table right now.

"Shit," Clary squeaked out when they finally got into his apartment and he grabbed her around the waist. His first thought had been to pick her up, but his head was a little cloudy and every light and sound that was coming into the building was being amplified. He settled for pulling her down the hall and to his bedroom. "Get out of these!" Clary mumbled as she pulled at his clothes, her bracelets jangling together at her frantic movements. The shirt he was wearing was a button-down and Clary tried to get the top two undone, and then she gave up and just tried to yank it up and over Jace's head. He laughed and raised his hands to help her along but then his head got stuck and he nearly fell over and Clary tripped when she finally got the shirt free and fell back onto the bed, bouncing on her ass.

"Fucking hell," Jace laughed, shaking his head, his hair flying from side to side, making sure that she was stable as she giggled and swiped at his zipper. Clary grabbed his jeans and undone the button, and then they were both pushing down his jeans and briefs. Then it was Clary's turn. She got up from the bed so they could pull off her dress and then just the thin thong she had underneath, no bra needed with the support of the dress. Jace leaned forward to kiss her but Clary pushed back.

"No! I—I want—" she didn't get the words out, dropping to her knees in front of him. There was a knocking noise as her knees hit the wooden floor but she didn't so much as wince at the pain that undoubtedly resounded, numbed by the alcohol and the ecstasy. There were lights coming through the curtains over the windows from the opposite building, and they danced in front of her eyes as she looked up at him through her eyelashes. "Fuck my mouth," she told him.

"I..." Jace stared down at her, his eyes slightly unfocused. She didn't give him a chance to second guess because she gripped his thighs, took him in her mouth and slid all the way down, the tips of the teeth at the back of her mouth scraping over him gently as she swallowed around him. "Fuck!" Jace cried out, his hands moving down to grip her hair firmly. Clary let out an approving moan that vibrated his cock and it was obvious how much she liked it from the way she curled her fingernails into his thighs and started moving a lot faster.

She could feel her arousal gathering between her legs, and she clenched her thighs together in response as she ran her tongue underneath his throbbing cock. She was already dripping, her lower lips quivering with anticipation as Jace's cock hit the back of her throat, over and over again. She could feel her gag reflex right there but she swallowed to keep it down, her mouth tightening around Jace, and she felt him groan and tighten his grip in her hair. Every time she attempted to open her eyes, Jace would shove his cock further into her mouth and she would feel that pressure travel down her spin, spurring on her arousal, and she could feel it trickling down her legs.

"Shit—stop!" Jace managed to say through gritted teeth as he jerked on her hair, pulling her away from his cock. A string of pre-cum hung from her lips as she lifted her hand to wipe it away, and if Jace's pupils weren't already blown from the drug, they would be now, because of the attraction he felt toward Clary. "Fucking hell, Clary..." he groaned as he grabbed her by the elbows to get her to her feet and then nudged her roughly toward the bed. Clary's sex pulsed again as he pushed her backwards and she shuffled back until he was able to kneel between her legs.

"Come on, come on, come on," Clary mumbled impatiently, wiggling around in front of Jace to try and encourage him to make a move. Jace reached down, touching the heated skin of her shoulder, tracing it over her collarbone and then trailing it down, between her breasts. "Jace," her words came out more of a whine this time. Jace's fingers continued over her breast, circling her nipple and pinching it, making her arch her back. Goosebumps had broken out over her skin, and he skimmed over them with the pads of his fingers.

His fingers got lower, trailing down over her stomach, dipping into her belly button before coming to the apex of her legs. She was freshly shaved and he could see how wet she was, her lips visibly glistening, catching the lights that were coming through the window. He smiled as she twisted her lower half, thrusting her hips up toward him.

"If you don't fucking put something in me, I'm gonna finish myself off," she finally snarked at him and Jace let out a laugh. He scratched his fingernails over her hips, giving her thighs a squeeze before pressing up on his knees, tipping off the bed and then taking a moment to balance himself as he landed on his feet. He opened up the drawer of the bedside table, which was so completely different from the drawers beside the bed at Clary's place. They had been splitting their time between the two apartments since they had started properly seeing each other, and so tucked into his drawer beside his deodorant were a couple of her hair-ties and one of her hair brushes, and Jace liked that. He gripped the box of condoms, took one out and then moved back to the edge of the bed.

"Move back a bit," he murmured and Clary did as she was told. He rolled on the condom and then got onto the bed, his knees pushing her legs apart. His hands slid underneath her thighs, positioning her the way he wanted, with her ass pressed up against his thighs. He stared down at her, feeling her practically vibrate with her need to have him in her. Clary looked up from where she had been looking at where they were almost connected and met his eyes. Her make up was smeared and her lipstick was almost completely rubbed off, her eyes were wide and there was a streak of glitter on her forehead from where her face had been pressed against Magnus' when they were dancing.

Jace stretched forward, sliding into her with one thrust and rested one hand on the bed beside her head while the other rested on her arm. He slipped his hand up further on her arm, his thumb gentle as it pressed underneath her bracelets. He could feel the scars underneath his digit, but she didn't flinch or pull away. Her eyes fluttered shut at the sensation of him being inside her, and when they opened again, Jace was directly over her, their eyes glued together.

She began moving with him, rolling off the bed to meet his thrusts. Jace came first, jerking into her, his hand tightening around her wrist. She didn't pull away, her other arm looping around his neck and pulling him in for a hard kiss. Jace slid out of her and reached his free hand between them, working his thumb over her clit until she came, her juices spreading over his hands and soaking into the duvet below them.

And it was this that made them different; Jace and Clary, Clary and Jace.

The way she slept with him in his apartment, knowing that he would never do anything to her to make her feel unsafe.

The way that for every drunk fumble they had, there were ten times more breakfasts and sleepy kisses that Jace wanted to share on top of that.

The way that he wanted to build a life with her, out of everything that they had been through, and that was something that she was ready for.

I hope that you guys enjoyed it, I really enjoyed this piece with these little babies. I'm happy to be able to have finally finished this part of their story :) Please let me know what you thought of this, and please don't be shy to reach out if you want to scream about any ships or shows x

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