"'And what do you what?'

'What I want, is to stay here with you, and pretend the world outside doesn't exist.'" -Skye & Ward, Agents Of S.H.E.I.L.D.

"What are you thinking?"

"Nothing, really." I said, idly tracing my fingers over Jace's.

I could hear the smile in his voice. "Somehow I doubt that."

Fighting a smile, I rolled my eyes. "Okay, fine. I guess I'm thinking that there's no place I'd rather be, nothing I'd rather be doing."

He pressed his lips to my shoulder blade. "Oh, really? Nothing?"

I curled my toes as his lips were at the sensitive spot behind my ear, my neck, my cheek. "Okay, there might be something else I'd rather be doing."

"Mhm. That's what I thought."

I squealed as he turned me over, and was suddenly hovering over me. In the morning sunlight, which formed a bright outline of his body, he looked like an angel. "I love you." I said, tracing my hand against his cheek. "I will never grow tired of hearing that." He said, taking my hand from his cheek and placing a kiss to my palm.

"I'll never stop saying it." I said.

"Good."

I laughed as he buried his face in between my shoulder and neck, circling my arms around me as I looped mine around his neck. I wasn't laughing as his lips found mine, and, well, let's just say our day started much later.

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"Um, how about Thai?" I said, bouncing from foot to foot as I leaned against the stove and considered lunch options.

"You don't even like Thai." Jace said, tugging on my sleeve. I was wearing one of his shirts. It practically swamped me, reaching my knees. But it smelled like him.

"Yeah." I said, sighing.

"What about pizza?" He suggested as he tossed the tv remote in the air.

"Okay." I grabbed the phone and dialed, ordering a pepperoni with mushrooms and olives on half.

"I will never understand your love of olives." He said when I hung up.

I rolled my eyes. I walked over to Jace, sitting next to him the couch. He immediately pulled me into his lap, circling his arms around me. My heart did a happy dance as I leaned my head against his shoulder.

"This is still so hard to believe." He said.

"What is?" I asked, watching as he absentmindedly curled one of my curls around his index finger.

"That you're actually mine. That I can hold you in my arms, kiss you, touch you..."

"I've always been yours." I said.

He pressed his lips to my forehead, and I smiled. This was perfect.

And in his arms, I could pretend the rest of the world didn't exist.

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One thing became clear when we returned to school Monday. It wasn't so much that the cat had been let out of the bag, rather that the cat had burst out of the bag, guns a blazing. Everyone knew about Jace & I's relationship, and it seemed to be all they could talk about. "I knew it." Isabelle said, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. I slammed my locker door shut, shouldering my bookbag. "Knew what?" I asked.

"About you and Jace being together. You know, I think I should be your made of honor at the wedding."

"What? Why? And what wedding?" I said, scrunching up my eyebrows.

"Oh, shush. You two are so going to get married someday and have little Clace kids."

"Clace?" I asked in confusion, turning to look at her.

"It's your ship name. Jace + Clary=Clace."

"Um...okay?" And here I thought ship names were only for celebrities and fictional characters.

"No, but seriously. I'm like the Clace ambassador." She said, somehow managing to walk down the stairs in 7-inch heels, scroll through Facebook, and carry on a conversation.

"How's that?" I questioned, trying not to imagine how I'd fall down the stairs and crack my neck if I attempted to wear those heels.

"Well, I mean, who pushed you to go to the New Year's Eve party? Yes, it was for that reason. And yes, I totally saw you two kiss! Also, kutos to you Clary. You got some lady balls."

I huffed out a nervous laugh, not sure I had what qualified as 'lady balls'. More like I was stupid, hungover, and still slightly drunk.

"Whatever you say, Iz." We made it to the cafeteria, the chatter of all occupied table making it kind of hard to think. She sat her bag down on an empty seat at one of the tables. I did the same, unpacking my lunch from my bag. School lunches were most likely nuclear, and I wanted nothing to do with that. I was about to take a bite of my sandwich when I felt someone's hands in my cheek, turning my head. My lips connected with the lips I had come to know as well as my own, stealing my breath away. It was a quick kiss, but it still managed to turn my insides to actual goop. "Hey." Jace said, giving me one of those panty-dropping smiles he was so good at. "Hi." I said, a goofy smile plastered to my face. He took the empty seat next to me, his thigh pressed against mine, his hand on my knee. He started chatting with Izzy, but I was just concentrating on his thumb, idly smoothing over my knee, back and forth, almost subconsciously. I was drawn out of my reverie by the sound of a book bag hitting one of the seats. "Heyo." Simon said.

"Hi." Izzy said, blushing. Wait—did Isabelle Lightwood, the most balsy woman I know, just blush?! More importantly, did she just blush at Simon? I grinned. We started talking about nothing in particular, and at some point, my head ended up on Jace's shoulder, his arm wrapped around my shoulders. I turned to look at him, only to find him already looking at me, a look of adoration on his face. I beamed at him, feeling like I was so happy rainbows would just start oozing out of my ears or something.

"You know what?" Jace said.

"What?" I replied.

He brought is hand to my cheek, tracing it with the back of his index finger. "I'm happy." He said it like it was something that was only a distant promise before, but had now become a reality. I didn't quite know what to say, so I kissed him.

I never imagined it would turn out this way, and it felt, to put it in fairytale terms, like my dreams had come true.

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So, nothing worthwhile happening in this chapter. Basically just so much fluff it could fill one of those huge stuffed animals from the fair. I started this with the intention of putting plot progress in it, but that just fell apart. I'm not quite sure what I'm doing with the story. Of course, I know exactly how I'm gong to end it & how the epilogue is going to go (mostly). So...yeah. Just some fluff. And have I mentioned that you guys rock? I seriously could not ask for more amazing fans (is it alright to call you that? do I actually have FANS?! (sorry. got overly excited for a moment)). You guys are the sweetest, best reviewers I could ask for. I love y'all so much. (On a side note: OH MY GOD STOP COMMENTING ABOUT HOW HORRIBLE MY FOOTBALL KNOWLADG IS. IM NOW VERY WELL AWARE, AND ASHAMED OF MYSELF. I CANT CHANGE THE CHAPTER, BECAUSE I NO LONGER HAVE TO DOCUMENT. PLEASE JUS STOP.) Yeah, so I still REALLY need ideas. I'd appreciate if you had any. Also, this story just turned 1! Yay! Also, WE HIT 100 REVIEWS! HOLY SHIT! I HEART Y'ALL SO MUCH. -Megan