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Clary had fallen asleep after they had had sex.

Not something she usually did—that was Jordan's thing—and it was especially unusual since it was in a bed that she wasn't comfortable in, with scratchy cotton sheets that would probably end up giving her a rash. But she still passed out. When she opened her eyes, it was getting darker outside, probably sometime around seven, and she frowned when she saw the bed was empty.

Between her legs ached a little bit, something that hadn't happened in a long time. She stretched her arms above her head and then looked around the room.

It was pretty empty.

There was a dresser on the far side, with a few old books on top, and then surprisingly, there was a short, glass vase with a few flowers in it. They weren't fresh, they had maybe been there for a week or so, but they still showed off an obviously feminine touch. Her eyebrows wrinkled together, and she really hoped that he didn't have a girlfriend or a partner, because she really wouldn't like that.

She tried not to think about how much she wouldn't like it as she quickly got out of bed. As she was redressing, she heard footsteps coming down the hallway, and Jace came into the room as she was pulling her shirt over her head and then looking down at the bandage on her arm.

"Already dressed?" There was a lazy smirk on Jace's face. "So soon? I was hoping for another round." Clary made a face at him before rolling her eyes and attempting to step around him. Jace stepped to the side, blocking her path and tilting his head to the side, his golden hair flopping to one side. It looked damp, as though he had just gotten out of the shower. That made her skim her eyes downward, and she took in his toned torso and the sweatpants slung low on his hips, and noted a few droplets of water on his arms, one trickling down his torso and disappearing under the band of the sweatpants.

"I need to be getting home," Clary said, as she shoved her feet into the flats that had fallen off her feet when they had come when Jace had dumped her on the bed. Clary took in a sharp breath and moved, to the door, making to leave, but Jace moved to block her. Clary tried to step aside again, but Jace just blocked her path again. Clary sighed, rolling her eyes up to meet his, having to tilt her head all the way back to meet his eyes.

"Why? Daddy waiting for you?" Jace asked and Clary only just stopped herself from pulling the fingers.

"Okay, first of all, that's the second time you've called him 'daddy', I'm beginning to think that maybe you have a kink that I can't fulfill," Clary stated and Jace let out a snort of surprise, eyes lighting up. "Second of all, I'm pretty sure my father doesn't wait on anyone, especially me, although right now I don't even know what country he's in, so I can't confirm that. And third of all," she flashed him a tight smile that didn't meet her eyes. "I don't need a reason to leave. All you need to know is that I'm going." Jace grinned at her playfully, but he didn't say anything to argue, and this time when she stepped to the left, he let her pass. He did, however, follow her down the hallway. Clary could feel his eyes on her back as she walked down the hallway and it felt as though they were burning through her clothes. She swallowed hard as she got to the door and reached for the handle.

"You sure you don't want to stay?" Jace asked again as she stepped outside, feeling the evening breeze cool on her warm cheeks, before turning half around to look back at him. "I'm a damn good cook." Clary rolled her eyes at that comment, even though no guy had ever cooked for her before, and that kind of appealed. "Well," Jace reached into the pocket of his sweatpants. "How about you just give me your number?" He grinned, wiggling his phone in front of her. She considered it for a moment, narrowing her eyes, before reaching out and snatching the phone from him. Jace didn't say anything as she entered her number, but the smug smile on his face said it all.

"If you send me a dick pic, I will delete and block you," Clary snipped as she handed him back his phone. Jace took it from her and smirked.

"You sure? You didn't seem to have any problems my dick back there," he jerked his thumb over his shoulder, obviously toward his bedroom. Clary just let out a huff and stalked away, back toward her car. She knew that he was watching her go, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of turning back around, even as she got in her car, turned around and drove away. On her way home, she made sure her window was wound all the way down, trying to get rid of the sex smell that she could smell clinging to her clothes, even though they had all mostly been off.

So it was probably more her skin.

And underwear.

Clary crinkled her nose and sighed as she ran her fingers through her hair, glancing in the mirror as she indicated to pull into another lane, trying to tame it. It was kind of flat and smushed from where she had obviously slept on it, and she tried to fluff it back up a little, annoyed that she had let it out of the ponytail before she had got her tattoo. It would have looked a whole lot more presentable if it had still be restrained.

When Clary pulled up to her house, the gate sliding shut on it's mechanical rails behind her, she noted the front door was open.

Seemed her mother was still around.

Clary got out of her car and headed into the house, Essex running out of the house to greet her. Clary reached out with the hand that wasn't bandaged up—although admittedly the bandage looked a little frayed around the edges from her previous escapades. Essex was rubbing up against her, tongue lolling out of her mouth, before her nose lead her toward Clary's bandaged arm.

"Ooh, no, careful, Essie," Clary pulled her arm away so that Essex couldn't do any further damage before she straightened back up to walk into the house.

"I was wondering when you would get back," Jocelyn was right in front of Clary the minute she walked into the door. Clary lifted an eyebrow, her lip curling in annoyance at the sight of her mother staring at her as though she had done something wrong.

"Uh, okay? Last time I checked, I didn't have curfew," Clary rolled her eyes before kicking off her shoes and making toward the kitchen. She almost made it past her mother when Jocelyn reached out and grabbed Clary's elbow. "Shit—what?"

"What's this? Did you get hurt?" She asked, turning over her arm to look at the bandage.

"No, I didn't," Clary pulled at her arm until it was free from her mothers grip. "I got a tattoo." It was almost comical as her mothers eyes opened. "What? Jonathan has heaps of tattoo's. What's wrong with me having one?"

"I'm pretty sure you'll remember that Jonathan told me that it was only going to be one, and then within a couple of months, he had his whole arm covered," Jocelyn sighed, but there was a small quirk of her lips that almost looked like an amused smile. "I don't want you doing something that's going to reflect badly on you later on in life." Look bad when you're looking for a husband, is what Clary heard, but she pointedly didn't respond. With her arm free, she walked into the kitchen. She noted that there were more empty wine bottles on the bench than there had been before, and she knew for a fact they were new ones because the maid came everyday for a quick tidy up. "I had a few friends over," Jocelyn spoke up from behind Clary, as though she knew what Clary was thinking.

"I didn't ask," Clary responded as she walked over to the fridge. It was pretty empty, groceries got brought in only once a week since she was usually the only one around. She took out an apple and turned back around to face Jocelyn as the fridge door swung shut behind her.

"You better make sure you look after that," Jocelyn said, raising her eyebrows as she looked down at the bandage.

"I will," Clary muttered out.

"Did they give you instructions? Did they give you ointment to put on it? Do I need to take you somewhere?" Jocelyn asked and Clary let out a frustrated sigh.

"It's fine, okay? I've got it sorted," she said. Jocelyn's eyebrows pulled together as she leaned against the door frame of the large kitchen.

"I don't know if I like your tone," she stated and Clary couldn't stop her snort, almost spitting out the bite of apple that she had just taken. She chewed slowly, watching her mothers face who was very carefully sculpted into this almost...Motherly concerned expression. It was unusual, only one that she had seen a couple of times. She swallowed slowly, putting the apple down on the bench and then purposefully walked up to her mother, stepping around to the side so that she could leave the room.

"You don't just get to pick and choose when you're going to act like a mother," Clary snipped out. "It's just not that kind of game." Jocelyn's lips parted as though she was going to say something, but Clary was already stalking past, heading toward the stairs. Essex followed after her, trotting up the stairs behind Clary as she reached the top. She walked toward her bedroom, slamming the door behind her after Essex had run in after her. She flopped down on her bed, staring up at her ceiling for a few beats before Essex jumped up and nosed at her arm.

She was going to need to shower soon, and then smooth some cream over her new tattoo.

And speaking of...Clary lifted her arm up and started peeling at the tape around the outside of her bandage, tugging it slowly off her skin. She had just worked one side off and dumped the tape on the ground beside her when her phone let out a loud ping and vibrated on the bed where it had fallen beside her. She felt her stomach jump at the sound, wondering if it was a message from Jace.

I miss you. Hopefully I'll be home soon.

Clary blinked as she stared at the message and then at the name of the person who had sent it.

Jonathan.

A smile spread across her face as she quickly typed out a reply.

I hope you guys enjoyed the update! I'm not too sure how much longer I'll be able to keep up with the weekly updates, but we'll see how it goes. Haha. On with my top 10 of the week;

1) Walls - Louis Tomlinson. 2) Wrong Direction - Hailee Steinfeld. 3) Alanis' Interlude - Halsey and Alanis Morissette. 4) Brooklyn Baby - Lana Del Rey. 5) You Should Be Sad - Halsey. 6) Venice Bitch - Lana Del Rey. 7) Fake Love - BTS. 8) Too Young - Louis Tomlinson. 9) Love Me Less - MAX and Quinn XCII. 10) She - Harry Styles.

And then my husbands repeats for the past week have been the new In This Moment song, The In-Between, and Blood, Sweat & Tears by BTS.

I haven't watched anything new, really, other than the Nancy Drew series that's out. I don't mind it, but it just doesn't strike the same chord that the book series did when I was younger, it doesn't have the same feel. Even the old movie with Emma Roberts in it had a more nostalgic feel to it, but given how different it is from the books, it's kind of easy to just make it feel like a completely new fandom all together. Oh, and I did finish Reprisal, and it was fucking amazing, so I definitely recommend that.

Please leave a review, let me know what you think of the update, let me know your favourite song at the moment, or your favourite movie or TV series or favourite lyrics or whatever the hell ya want xx