Okay. This is not edited. But...I wanted to give you something more than nothing? I'll be back soon to edit it :)

12/08/2020 - Edit-ish :)

Clary had traveled before, but it had never been like this, and this was just a weekend business trip.

Jace had asked her a few days before they had left if she had bags to pack all of her things in, which she said she'd be fine with, she had a canvas bag and she'd borrow a proper luggage bag from Isabelle, but the next day, a package was dropped off, and when Clary got home from work, even Jordan was aware that the rolling luggage bag that was laid out on the kitchen was Louis Vuitton and one hundred percent out of all of their budgets. It had been late on Wednesday because she had picked up an extra shift at work so that she would be able to have some more money when she got paid Friday, when she would be in Miami with Jace.

She hadn't even known how to process the luggage, especially since that was on top of all the camera equipment he had brought her and the Cartier sunglasses that she still hadn't given back in her bedroom.

"That's real, right?" Clary mumbled as she stared at the monogrammed canvas, the fawn coloured overlapping LV's.

"It cost nearly five thousand dollars," Simon sounded as though he was choking on his words behind her. "We looked it up online before you got here...After we took it out of the box." Clary just blinked and then shook her head.

"I'm going to bed. If any of you guys touch that bag or spill anything on it, I'll cut up every single pair of your socks," she said as she walked past them, tugging her phone out of her pocket as she walked into her room and closed the door. It had been a long week and technically she was only halfway through, but she just had to make it through to tomorrow night, then she was going to be getting on a plane with Jace. She already had clothes all thrown together, borrowed from Isabelle and Helen as well, and she may have gone a little crazy on the lube and condoms as well, even though she knew that Jace was actually adult enough to bring his own, unlike some of the other guys she'd been with, but she wanted to be prepared.

She didn't think she'd be able to easily go to sleep, but after getting her goodnight text from Jace—which only substituted her goodnight call if he was still at the office—she fell asleep almost instantly.

Flying first class was just slightly different from flying coach.

Jace looked completely amused at all of Clary's comments, hand either tightly clasped around hers, or his arm wrapped around her waist as they moved through the airport and checked in their luggage. The flight was one of the smoothest Clary had ever been on, and Jace was on his iPad the whole time doing work stuff, so Clary stuck her earbuds in and listened to some old Ellie Goulding. It was late when they got to Miami, but Jace had a car waiting for them—a driver waiting for them, like someone from the fucking movies with his name printed out on a piece of paper as he waited in the arrival lounge. Clary snorted when she spotted him and demanded that she get to keep the piece of paper as her first souvenir of the trip.

Miami was three hours ahead of them anyway, and so by the time they had touched down, even with the excitement of the trip, given Clary had been in classes and then had work, and so sitting in the comfortable seats in the back of the town car with her head resting against the comfortable head rest, her eyes were heavy and she drifted off easily. Jace woke up her up when they got to their destination, and she looked out the window blearily, expecting to see some fancy-schmancy hotel that was going to take her completely by surprise, but instead, it looked like a house, although she had to squint, and then yawned so wide that her eyes squinted shut.

"Come on," Jace said quietly, and there was a fond expression on his face as he reached a hand back into the car toward her. "We've already unpacked everything from the boot." Clary's eyebrows lifted in surprise, realizing she must have been deeper asleep than she had thought, and then taking Jace's hand and letting him help her out of the car. She blinked up at their...Accommodation.

"I think I'm gonna have to process all this shit in the morning," Clary stated, voice sounding thick with sleep and still taken aback. "Because even this was more than I expected."

"Yeah, baby," Jace sounded amused as he leaned in to kiss her temple. "Let's get inside and get to bed."

And Clary had thought about this.

A lot.

They were going to be sleeping together, fucking finally, although tonight at least it was definitely only going to be sleeping together, no funny business because Clary was pretty much asleep on her feet and even Jace looked tired, and she knew that he usually operated on pretty much no sleep.

They weren't in a hotel, they were at a resort, or something, Clary wasn't entirely sure, and honestly, she didn't have the brain power to process the fact that Jace had gotten them their own house or whatever as he opened the front door and she stepped in. He flicked on the light and Clary stopped short as the harsh lights blinded her, letting out a cry as she quickly covered her eyes and Jace made an apologetic sound as she adjusted to the change in brightness. Then she took in the room.

"Yeah. Okay. So," Clary shook her head, because her entire flat could fit into this villa thing that Jace had gotten them for just a long weekend. For a fucking business trip. "Like I said, I'm gonna process all this shit in the morning." She couldn't help but glance around, despite what she said, and there was a pool. There was a pool, that looked like maybe it was private, because even though there weren't lights turned on outside, the lights inside shining through the glass made it look like it was fenced off, just for them.

"Did you want a shower before bed?" Jace asked gently, picking up his bag and one of hers in each of his hands before straightening up.

"Do I smell?" Clary threw a narrow-eyed look over her shoulder, but her lips were curved upward playfully despite how tired she clearly was, and Jace just grinned back, nodding past her to a darkened doorway.

"No, just thought you might want to after the flight. Come on, I think the bedrooms through here," Jace said, stepping around her and leading the way, and Clary picked up her second bag, the canvas one, not the Louis Vuitton one since Jace was carrying that one, before she followed after him. He turned on the light in the other room and then smiled. "Yup, so then...Ensuite is through there," Jace nodded at a door on the other side of the bed as he put down their bags. "And that door on the other side of the main living space must be for the washing room and stuff."

"This is intense," Clary muttered as she glanced to side and saw that there were double glass doors that opened out from their room to the private, gated area by the pool, where it looked like there was an outside eating area as well, although it was hard to make out. She didn't see Jace looking over at her hesitantly as she kneeled beside one of her bags and began to pull out a pair of sleeping shorts and a singlet. When she looked up, Jace was still looking at her, and he tipped his head to the side.

"Good intense? Or bad intense?" He asked, and he sounded a little nervous, which was just way too sad for her to deal with when she was in a villa with the prettiest guy alive. Clary got up, her pyjamas tucked under her arm, and she reached up to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Good intense, Jace," she grinned. "I'm just gonna get changed before I collapse, yeah? I'll take the bathroom." They weren't going to fuck tonight, and she was wearing cute underwear, but nothing sexy, and she had to pee and brush her teeth, so she figured she'd take care of all of it in the bathroom and get changed at once. She'd woken up a bit, with the lights turning on and looking around the villa, but as she stripped out of her clothes and washed her face, her eyelids drooped closed again and just how tired she was seeped into her bones. She sighed as she went to the toilet and changed out of her clothes, feeling even more tired as she felt the comfortable clothes brush against her skin, the waistband a lot looser than the jeans she was wearing before and she let out a contented hum. After washing her hand and kicking her clothes that she had been wearing before toward the corner of the bathroom and headed back out.

Jace had no shirt on.

That was...Preferable.

To everything.

She suddenly felt incredibly awake again.

"I'll just—" Jace turned around, looking up from his phone at Clary as she came back into the room and he must have seen something in her face. His lips twitched before he glanced back down at his phone before tossing it on the bed and moving around, toward the bathroom. "I'll just use the bathroom, feel free to switch off the light if you're ready to get into bed." His fingers brushed against her hip as he passed by, casually, as though them being in a situation where they were about to get into a bed and sleep together, Jace without his shirt, Clary without her bra, hopefully in a spooning position, maybe with a little bit of morning action going on if Jace's thoughts are heading in the same direction as hers, all very domestic and sweet and a touch sexy... "Clary?"

"Hm?" Clary raised an eyebrow as she blinked and lifted her chin to meet Jace's eyes, and saw that he was smiling slightly, looking amused. She stuck out her tongue, feeling her cheeks heat a little in embarrassment because, yeah, okay, he definitely knew where her head was at, she wasn't trying to keep her ogling under control right now, she should maybe try be just be a smidge more shameless, but she didn't really care.

"You good?" Jace asked, and he was still smiling but he wasn't moving away, toward the bathroom, he had taken a step closer and she could feel the body heat coming off his bare torso. Clary blinked up at him, and her stomach squeezed, and her nipples tightened under the thin material of her shirt, and then...She yawned. Directly in Jace's face. When her mouth closed and her eyes opened properly again, Jace's smile was a lot softer and he was pulling away from her. "Turn off the light and get into bed—I'll be out soon." Clary just nodded, because nothing was going to happen tonight, but she got to sleep next to a shirtless Jace, and that was something that she could treasure for-fucking-ever, and she turned to one of her bags to dig through for her phone charger. When she found it, she plugged it in on one side of the bed—she didn't really have a side, whenever she shared a bed, she was always told that she tended to just sprawl, and she'd already warned Jace of that—and turned on the light before lifting the bed covers and getting in.

The sheets were heavenly, ninety-thousand thread count or whatever it was that super rich people who just randomly decided they would stay in Miami villas for business trips expected, and even though Clary had planned to wait for Jace, she felt sleep taking over her quickly.

Although...She was vaguely aware of the mattress dipping beside her, and arms gathering her up close, but all she could do was sleepily hum and tip her head to the side as Jace pressed a kiss to her jawline once he joined her.

There was an alarm.

And not a nice alarm.

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It wasn't Jimin's pretty voice or Backstreet Boys, which Simon refused to change, it was a dumb, generic alarm that was set on high and Clary woke up glaring at her pillow because her eyes felt sticky and kind of glued together, and there was a dull headache that told her she hadn't gotten enough sleep last night. But then she slowly remembered where she was as she adjusted to the unfamiliar surroundings, and she became very aware of the warm body pressed against her back.

Jace.

The headache was still there, but she could power through this.

Clary tilted her hips back a little, toward where she assumed Jace's would be, but then he was pulling back and the alarm was stopping and Clary huffed slightly under her breath, because—thank fuck—but also because that meant Jace was no longer curved around her with his beautiful, half-naked body. Then he rolled back, and his hand reached out to gently touch her hip, in a very safe, non-invasive way, and she really wished he'd at least slipped under the hem of her shirt, but she'd take whatever she could right now, and at least she got to be lying in a bed with him.

"Clary? Baby? You awake?"

Right.

Okay.

So.

His voice.

His voice sounded even better first thing in the morning.

Fucks sakes.

It sounded all husky and deep, and she wondered if it would sound like that when his cock was buried down her throat. She was pretty good at giving head, definitely better at giving it to guys than to girls, and she really hoped that his voice got all rumbly like it was now when he was fucking her face, maybe even pulling her hair? They hadn't really discussed sexual preferences—but she knew they'd be compatible.

"Y-yeah," Clary cleared her throat and rubbed a hand over her face, groaning a bit because talking reminded her of the headache she had, and she winced.

"I need to get up, I have to get to my conference," Jace continued, and he was so close behind her, hand still warm and heavy on her hip, his breath against her bare shoulder. "But I want you to sleep in, stay here, order room service for breakfast when you're ready to get up, okay?" That sounded fucking amazing, and Clary felt her eyes beginning to shut again already, her headache receding just at the knowledge that she didn't have to get up and that she could go back to sleep. "Room service is all charged to the room, you don't have to worry about it. I'll leave one of my credit cards on the bench and you can go to the beach or shopping—whatever you want until I get back tonight, then we'll go out to dinner?"

He was leaving her with his credit card?

Her eyes opened again, staring at the dark curtains that were still pulled across the windows in front of her, although she could see the morning sun trying to break through.

"I brought my own money..." she began quietly, wondering for one of the first times if she was supposed to be putting up some kind of fight here. He'd paid for her first class tickets—which he'd said was a business expense, although it was his business—he'd paid for their accommodation, he'd brought her a Louis Vuitton bag for crying out loud, and now he was leaving her with his credit card? And that was on top of the dinners and the drinks and the groceries and the camera equipment that he already paid for.

"I like paying for you," Jace said easily, and then he was dropping a gentle kiss to her shoulder before he was pulling back. "But if you don't want to take the card, that's up to you. I'm still leaving it, and room service is charged to the room anyway, so you don't have to worry about that." Clary nodded, too sleepy to think about much else right now other than to roll onto her back properly so that she could watch Jace move around the darkened room in a half-state of undress with her eyes half-hooded. He came around to her side of the bed, and leaned down, and she really wished she was more awake right now, and could fully appreciate all of Jace's half naked glory. "Go back to sleep, okay?" And he brushed her hair back from her face in a way that was...It kind of reminded her of what her mum used to do, and sometimes Izzy, when she was sick. It was comforting and nice, but it also tingled in a way it definitely didn't with her mum and Izzy. "Just text me when you wake up." He gave her a kiss on the lips, close mouthed and chaste but sweet.

Clary meant to try and stay awake, but Jace's fingers brushed through her hair again, over her forehead, and it was really easy to go back to sleep.

When Clary woke up a second time, her phone said that it was after lunch time. To be fair, it was technically just after ten in Los Angeles, because of the time difference. Her headache was completely gone, thank god. She had snapchats from Izzy and Helen and there were some messages in their flat group chat, asking for updates since she had sent them a quick update to let them know she had landed last night. There was also a text from Jace, saying that he would be back at four, and they could go out for dinner. It was only a few hours away, so Clary ordered a fruit salad from room service and then changed into one of the bikini's she brought and slipped into the pool outside.

It was warm, and private, and the sun was beating down, and when her food arrived, she plugged her phone into the speakers in the living area and opened up the big glass doors that opened to the private pool, spa and barbecue area, turning the music up loud so she could clearly hear it as she dangled her legs in the pool and ate the fresh fruit.

It was calming.

When she had thought about Miami and Jace, she'd honestly only thought about spending time with him and mainly having sex, but actually being away from the city and school and everything normal was nice, and after she finished her fruit salad, and lathered on more sunscreen lotion, she stretched out on one of the lounge chairs beside the bed, turning the music up a little louder.

But it had actually been a while since she had been able to take a breath.

Now, she got to share that moment with Jace.

They weren't going to have sex tonight.

It had only been a couple of months, but Clary was pretty sure she had been figuring Jace out well, and given the fact that they'd both had a few drinks over their dinner and dessert, she could tell that they weren't going to have sex. She was a little disappointed as they left, Jace handing over his credit card without a second thought before getting up first and holding Clary's jacket for her as she slipped into it, but he still kept her in close to his side with his arm tight around her waist and they seemed to decide without talking that they weren't going to go back straight away, instead walking slowly through the shopping plaza that was next to the plaza.

"So there's no ex's I need to be worried about?" Jace gave her a side-eye that looked stupidly devastating with the uptick of a smirk and Clary wished that she hadn't had the third Harvey Wallbanger. That had been the one that started making her knees feel a little wobbly and her cheeks flush red.

That had probably been the one where Jace had decided that they weren't going to be having sex tonight...

"Clary?" Jace questioned gently and Clary made a face.

"Sorry, spacing out," she waved a hand in front of her and Jace just shook his head, smirk relaxed into a comforting smile, the way that he was able to do that so easily, switch between being hot and sexy and being hot and sweet so easily.

But still sexy, too.

Always sexy.

"I know, it's okay," Jace nudged her gently with his shoulder. "You don't have to apologize for it." Clary couldn't help but smile up at him because, yeah, she spaced out a bit, maybe more than a bit. Her mum called her a dreamer a lot when she was younger, while Jonathan usually just called her an airhead and flicked her nose, but Jace never seemed bothered when she got lost in her thoughts. "Want to tell me what you're thinking about?" He prompted gently and Clary grinned, wiggling her eyebrows and sticking out her tongue.

"Sex," she responded and Jace let out a laugh.

"We'll get there," he replied, and it was said airily, and he looked off to the side, into the well lit store front, but that fucking smirk was coming back. It was going to be this weekend. It was definitely going to be this weekend. If it wasn't this weekend, she would cry, empty half her sock money—which was looking real good, given how much Jace was covering for her without her ever asking—and buy herself the best vibrator she could on overnight delivery. She would film herself and send it to Jace, and she didn't care what time of day it was or if he had a meeting. "So. Ex's?" Jace repeated and Clary couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh, right," she remembered what he had mentioned before. "No, no one serious. I mean, I had a few boyfriends in high school, but they were all, like..." she shrugged, glancing up at Jace who was looking at her with interest, clearly paying attention. "I don't know, I just—I've never really clicked with someone enough to want to be in a relationship, you know?" Jace made a noise at the back of his throat that sounded non-committal, and Clary had honestly never thought about it much before. She had never been interested in relationships, because she had just never found someone that was interested enough in. She wondered if that was something that Jace was going to press, ask her about, maybe it was something he would be worried about. She had never been insecure about it before, Isabelle hadn't had a serious relationship before, and neither had Helen, but they were all young, and Jace was older. "What about you?" She asked, looking up at him. "Izzy only told me about some ex who got mad about a phone call over Christmas?" It was only vague, but she remembered, because it had been one of the first things she had learnt about him after they'd kissed at the sports game.

"Oh yeah?" Jace looked surprised, and for a moment, the corners of his mouth went tight, but then he shrugged. "Kaelie, yeah," he said. "We were together for a while, I would say that she's the longest relationship I've had." Clary nodded, and she felt her stomach dip at that, even though it was just over Jace having some history with some bitch that Isabelle had already confirmed that she was better than. It was weird, the way her stomach tightened, and she hoped that it passed soon. "Do you...Have any questions you want to ask?"

That made her laugh.

"Sorry," Clary shot Jace a sheepish look, but he looked relieved, and his shoulders looked looser almost immediately. "Just, like—no. Definitely not. Not right now." It was Jace's turn to laugh. "I mean, yeah, maybe later? But...Thank you for telling me?" Jace squeezed her hip, and that feeling in her stomach instantly started easing, feeling as though she had handled it the right way. As they kept walking, Jace easily directing her around other couples and late night shoppers as they continued through the plaza. The night air was helping to sober her up, but her body clock was still on Los Angeles time, given that was where she was yesterday, and it was after eleven here, which meant it was...After two in the morning back home, if she was thinking right.

Fuck.

Not that late, not really, but if she was going to get herself some good dick this weekend, she needed to be rested up.

"Let's head out," Jace suggested, and Clary realized when she looked up at him, that he looked tired as well. Which would make sense, since he had to get up early and actually work, while Clary had napped most of the day.

Well.

"If you're gonna give me a good dicking down this weekend, we better head out then, old man," Clary responded sweetly, and then promptly ruined it by yawning practically in Jace's face. He started laughing, both of them stopping so that Clary could cover her mouth and Jace didn't destabilize them as he swayed from side to side, chest still shaking as he chuckled. His other hand came up, to rest on her hip and he shuffled them backwards slightly, so that they weren't in the middle of the walkway, rather pressed against the thick glass of a glowing store front, shoes and glitter tastefully decorating the display window.

"Alright, baby," Jace told her. "Sounds like you got some big plans this weekend."

"I do," Clary said solemnly.

"Been a while since you had a good dicking?" Jace asked, and yeah, Clary had literally just said it, and she'd said it to be a dick, she didn't actually use that term for sex—fucking Simon used it, and sometimes it just came out by accident in a non-ironic way she wanted to kick herself for—but when Jace repeated it back, casually, in his deep voice, with intent, it was different.

"Yeah," Clary's voice came out a little breathy as she stared up at Jace, wondering if he was going to lean down and kiss her.

"Mm," Jace's lips twitched again, and she felt his hands squeeze her hips again. "Sounds like you really need to get a good nights sleep then," there was amusement in his voice, and she kind of wanted to whine, but she settled for narrowing her eyes, and he leaned forward and kissed her briefly on the forehead. Clary smiled to herself, like, yeah, a little disappointed since she knew they weren't going to fool around tonight, but she got to be with Jace, in Miami, and he always seemed to want to be touching her and keeping her close, and the fluttering in her heart that been happening more and more often, started up again as his nose brushed against hers and then his lips barely touched hers before he was straightening up and moving away. "Let's go," he said, hand dropping to hers, fingers linking between her own.

Just as Jace was pulling her away from the Louboutin store, her eyes landed on the pair of shoes that were clearly the star of the show, the center of the display, circled by fairylights and pink and silver gemstones. They were absolutely gorgeous—fucking gorgeous—champagne coloured pumps, with rhinestones and lace flowers. Stupidly gorgeous, so stupidly expensive they didn't even have a price in the window, but it wasn't like Clary would be able to buy them anyway.

"Clary?" Jace was tapping away on his phone before looking up. "I've ordered us a car," he said, showing a local car service app. She snorted, walking over to him and leaving the pretty shoes behind.

"I swear you have everything except the good shit installed in your phone."

"And what's this 'good shit'?" Jace asked, arching an eyebrow as he finished up what he was doing on his phone before tucking it away and reaching out for Clary, their hands having fallen when she had pulled back away to look at the shoes and he'd ordered the car.

She liked how he always did that.

Reconnected them.

Probably way too much.

"I don't know," she cleared her throat. "Raid: Shadow Legends." Jace just rolled his eyes with a laugh.

"C'mon, baby," he said fondly, and honestly, Clary was more than happy to follow.

Merp, I feel as though the sex chapter has unintentionally been really built up. Please don't kill me if it's shit. Hahahahahahahaha *laughs in anxious*. But. Yes. Sex. In the next chapter. Promise. All the sex.

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