Clary

To no one's surprise, my mom was ecstatic that Jace and I had finally starting dating. She did ban our sleepovers, but I had already expected that. She didn't forbid me from sleeping at his house, at least.

The next week flew by, Jace was preparing for another band gig that Jonathan had promised a potential record label executive would be at, so they were going into overdrive with the practices. Christmas was coming up, and the end of winter break was nearing. I threw myself into helping my mom decorate the house for our annual Christmas party, and Magnus was helping plan it this year.

"Clary, look what I found." My mom pulled out an ornament from a box, which contained a picture of Jace and I from about 3rd grade. "Look how adorable you two were."

Little Jace with his halo of blonde hair framing his face, looked like a baby angel. My curls were bright red, sticking up all over the place and I had finger paint on my face. "Mom, don't you dare put that up. Jace cannot see that." I shuddered to think of the amount of jokes he could make at my expense.

She rolled her eyes, slipping it into her sweatshirt pocket when she thought I wasn't looking. I was going to have to keep an eye out for it on the tree before anyone saw it. We continued putting up the ornaments on the tree, pausing every now and then to reminisce over a few of them. We were nearly done when her phone rang, my dad's name flashing on the screen.

"Hello?" My mom answered, brushing a dark red curl out of her eyes. She left me to finish the tree as she grabbed a box of decorations to bring into the kitchen. I couldn't hear what she was saying, but she didn't sound happy.

She returned a few minutes later, concern lacing her features. "That was your father. He seems to be under the impression that you were drugged last time you went out to see the band play." I could tell she was unable to decide between being concerned or angry that I hadn't told her. I groaned, Jonathan had definitely been the one behind this.

"Mom, it was no big deal. I just felt a little sick, nothing bad happened." I insisted, but she shook her head, holding her hand up to stop me. She was definitely angry now.

"Clary, I can't believe you didn't tell me. You didn't even come home that night! How did your father know before I did?" She asked, slamming the lid on an empty box to bring back down to the basement. I cursed Jonathan in my head, he was slowly trying to ruin my life.

"There was nothing to tell! I felt a little sick, so we left after the show. Jonathan's making this whole thing up, you have to believe me." I felt horrible lying to her, but there wasn't any other way. She always had a soft spot for Jonathan, she never got over the fact he only really bonded with Valentine.

"I don't know Clary. I just don't know what to do with you right now. I don't think it's a good idea for you to go to their shows anymore." She ran a hand through her hair. I recoiled at the injustice of the whole situation.

I dropped the ornament I was holding in the box. I was done trying to convince her. I had my suspicions about Jonathan being the one to convince Sebastian to slip something in my drink, as he conveniently sent Jace out to find us. Factor in that he seemed to imply to Jace that we were hooking up outside, and he had to be the one to let it slip to Valentine. I had made Jace promise not to say anything about me being drugged to Jonathan, so the only way he could know was if he had been in on it.

"Whatever. Believe Jonathan then, I don't care." I snapped, running upstairs to my room and slamming my door. I locked it behind me, I could hear her calling after me, but she didn't come upstairs. I knew I was reacting childishly, but I couldn't help it. I sat on my bed, my heart pounding as I thought about Jonathan.

He was smart, I had to give him that. He hadn't gotten what he wanted, driving a wedge between Jace and I by making it look like I was cheating on him. As soon as Valentine called my mom, he had to know I would figure out he told our dad. He probably knew I would deny being drugged, so I couldn't blame him for doing it once I figured it all out. I wanted to scream, I was so frustrated. Not being able to go to and support Jace would ruin the only good feelings I had about the band.

My phone started buzzing, Jace was calling me. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down as I answered.

"Hey, what are you up to?" Jace asked, I could hear a keyboard being played in the background, voices. He was still at band practice, and I fought to keep my voice from shaking with anger as I thought about Jonathan.

"Nothing, I just finished decorating the tree." I said, getting up and starting to pace around my room. My walls were decorated with various art pieces I had done over the years, Jace had picked out his favorites and insisted we hang them up.

"Oh-man I'm sorry, I know we do that together every year. I completely forgot." Jace apologized, his tone regretful. "Want me to come over now and help finish decorating?"

I shook my head, not trusting myself to speak. It was true, Jace did come over every year to decorate the tree with my mom and I, since his dad was never really a fan of the holidays. I had mentioned it to him last week, but with the band practicing so much I knew he had forgotten.

"N-no, it's fine. We're done." I took a deep breath, feeling myself start to lose it. "My mom found out about what happened at the gig last week, and flipped out about me not telling her. She doesn't think it's a good idea for me to go to them anymore. She's mad I didn't tell her and worried it'll happen again." I heard him suck in a breath at my words, and the music in the background getting louder.

"Clary, I'm so sorry. I'm coming over, you sound upset. Are you okay?" I heard Jonathan calling him to get off the phone. I sighed, not even bothering to answer him. Their next show was in 2 days, there was no way he was going to get out of band practice.

"I know you have to go. I'll talk to you later, okay?" I didn't wait for his answer before hanging up. I felt guilty about hanging up on him, but another reminder of how Jonathan was taking everything good in my life away from me wasn't helping.

A knock on my door startled me, I had a fleeting hope it was Jace before I realized he couldn't possibly have gotten here that fast. Grumbling to myself, I threw it open to find my mom, dressed up with her arms crossed, and overnight bag at her feet. I mimicked her body language, feeling like a bratty teeanger about to be grounded.

"Luke called, he's surprised me with dinner and we're staying overnight at a hotel. Are you going to be okay here by yourself?" She asked, emphasizing "yourself." I rolled my eyes, half of me wishing I could throw a party in her absence just to really play the part of an angsty teenager.

"I'll be fine, have fun. Tell Luke I said hi." I smiled sweetly, but she knew I was full of it. She narrowed her eyes, and I stepped back, slightly scared.

"We're not done discussing that whole situation with your brother and the band, just so you know." Her face softened as she saw my expression, something in it must have hinted to her how upset I was. "Honey, I'm not mad at you. I just want you to be safe."

Jace

"Damnit." I snapped, as Clary hung up the phone. I turned to find Jonathan standing behind me, looking annoyed. His green eyes were narrowed as he gestured to the practice setup of instruments, where the rest of the band were posted.

"Care to join us? My sister's always carrying on about something, don't worry about her." He handed me my guitar. "Worry about the extremely important show we have in 2 days." I stared at him shaking my head as I followed him to the rest of the group. I had learned early on it was useless to argue with Jonathan about Clary. We took our positions, waiting for Jonathan's signal to begin.

"Alright, let's start at the top of the set list. After this, we're done for the night." He ordered, and I listened to the drums count me in before losing myself in the music, as if I were trying to convince myself I had every reason to be here, and not with Clary.

We played for another hour, before Jonathan was satisfied. I heard grumblings from Jordan about how brutal the practices were, but I kept my mouth shut as I thought about the money I had earned from the last gig. If this show was even more important, I had to keep focused. Jonathan might not be the easiest person to get along with, but he was pretty good at running the band and keeping it together.

When I arrived at Clary's house, I realized my phone died and I couldn't text her to let her know I was here. I knocked on the door, looking up to see her bedroom light on. It wasn't late, only 9 pm. When there was no answer, I opened it, knowing she was home. As I stepped inside, I nearly had a heart attack as something small hurled into me with a battle cry-like sound, landing on the floor with a thud. I flicked the hallway light on to see Clary looking up with me, a kitchen knife in her hand. Her expression of complete bewilderment had me in a fit of laughter, as she realized it was me.

"Were you going to stab me with that?" I asked mildly, holding my hand out to help her up. She glowered, but ended up laughing along with me as she slapped my arm.

"I didn't know you were coming over! My mom left for the night with Luke, I thought I was getting robbed." She giggled, walking into the kitchen to put her weapon back. "I didn't mean to crash into you, I couldn't see anything in the dark and I had no idea you were inside. Also, I can't tell if it hurt more to crash into you or hit the floor."

I grinned, smirking at her walked into the living room. "That's what I train in the gym for. If I get attacked, the person will just bruise themselves crashing into me." She rolled her eyes, sitting next to me on the couch. I pulled her close, her legs dangling over mine as she fit perfectly against my side.

"What are you doing here?" She asked innocently, but I called her bluff. She had tried hiding how upset she was on the phone, but I wasn't buying it.

"I know you're upset about what happened today with your mom." I pointed out the obvious, and she bit her lip, nodding in response. She launched into a well-thought out vent about her mom, Sebastian, and mostly Jonathan. I listened, nodding my head and stroking her soft hair as she talked. When she was done, she looked at me.

"I feel a lot better, sorry I ranted for so long." She laughed softly, and I grinned, squeezing her hand. "But I still don't know what to do."

"Clary, I don't know why Jonathan would care so much to go through this much effort to try and break us up. Do you think Sebastian could have actually done this on his own?" I saw her eyes tighten, and I rushed to get the words out before she could speak. "I'm not defending him, please don't think that. I am only trying to help. He's so focused on the band, he hasn't said anything about you and I that would make me suspicious."

She nodded, but I could tell she was struggling to believe her brother wasn't the mastermind behind the whole situation. "It's just a thought. I don't want to tell you how to feel, or what to think about Jonathan. You're under a lot of stress, I wish I could do something to help." I said, hating how sad she looked.

She looked up at me through her long eyelashes, studying my face. She smiled, reaching up to kiss me. Her lips against mine made my heart pound faster, especially when she deepened the kiss, moving her body so she was straddling me. This new position made my brain go haywire, I couldn't think of anything else except for the feel of her body against mine. I ran my hands down her sides, and hers were running through my hair.

I nearly lost my mind when she grinded her hips against mine, and my body was responding to her touch. I gripped her tighter, each movement made me want her even closer to me. She startled me by pulling back, and I struggled to not look disappointed as I looked up at her. However, she surprised me by dropping her hands to her shirt, hesitating for a moment before she took it off in one fluid motion, dropping it on the couch next to us.

My eyes took in her body, her smooth warm skin, the curve of her collarbones, her breasts pushed against her lace bra. She leaned forward, pressing her mouth against mine with a sense of urgency. We were no longer casually making out, both of us were pulling at the other, I started kissing down her neck, my hands memorizing her body. She tugged at my shirt, and I sat up to let her pull it off me. Her eyes lit up as she took in my shirtless body, her hands burning where she touched as she traced my muscles. Her eyes were dark with desire, but I didn't want to push her too far.

She leaned forward, grabbing our clothes from beside me. "Let's go upstairs." Her voice was low in my ear, and she neatly climbed off of me as I got to my feet, hoping I didn't look to eager. She grinned, grabbing my hand and leading me to the stairs.

Clary

The door slammed behind me as Jace pushed me against it with a new energy I hadn't seen from him. His tongue traced my bottom lip, and I let him in, heat flashing through me as we kissed each other as if this was the last time we ever would. His hands ran down the length of my body, squeezing my hips as he lifted me up so my legs wrapped around his hips. I tangled my hands in his hair, I just wanted to be closer.

He turned, still holding me as he moved towards the bed. I kept kissing him, not making it easy for him to navigate my slightly messy floor. He leaned forward, finding his target as my back landed on the mattress and he was hovering over me, the muscles on his arms standing out like cords. I still had my legs wrapped around him, and I tried working his sweatpants off his hips blindly with my hands. He paused, lifting himself to look at me. I knew he wasn't sure where we were going this, but I was. I wanted him, I needed him.

"Jace." I whispered, and his golden eyes were wide in the light from my bedside lamp. "I want this, I want you." I insisted, and the words were barely out of my mouth before his mouth was on mine again. He pulled me up so I was sitting, his arms going around me and within seconds my bra was unhooked, falling off my shoulders. I felt a flash of self-consciousness, no guy had ever seen me naked. Jace was looking at me as if he couldn't believe I was real. I let my bra slip off, tossing it on the floor, where the rest of our clothes ended up moments later.

He insisted on making sure I was ready, and by the time he took his fingers away I wanted him even more than before, if that were possible. Laying down, his body left mine for a moment, and I heard the crinkling of foil before he was back, hovering over me. He gazed down at me, tracing my cheek with his index finger. "You need to tell me if it hurts, and I'll stop. It might a bit at first." He warned, and I nodded. I had heard enough stories from Isabelle to get the gist of it, but I wasn't afraid.

Jace leaned down to kiss me, and then I felt him inside me. I heard myself moan, embarrassed at first but it only made Jace more turned on. I could tell he was trying to be gentle, holding himself back as I flinched a little, but the pain left as quickly as it came. My legs wrapped around his hips automatically, and I felt him move deeper inside me. He groaned, nearly vibrating with pleasure as we dove back into the driving need for each other, grabbing and kissing, every movement bringing us closer to the edge. I felt addicted to the feel of his skin against mine, and soon the room could have burst into flames and I wouldn't have noticed. My skin was burning where he touched, and I welcomed it.

When my back arched at the final moment, I buried my face in his chest as the heat overcame me, sending me spiraling into a trance of pure bliss..Jace followed shortly after, whispering my name as he kissed down my neck. When it was over, I couldn't stop smiling as he gently rolled off me of me, discarding the condom quickly before coming back to me. His eyes lit up as he pulled me close, grabbing the comforter and pulling it over us.

"Wow." I whispered, feeling lightheaded. He laughed softly, with my head on his chest I could feel it. I couldn't describe the level of happiness I felt, it was an entirely different thing after what happened between us.

"I agree." He mumbled, kissing my hair. "Did I hurt you?" He asked, moving so that we were facing each other. He brushed a lock of hair out of my face, and I shook my head.

"No, it was perfect. You were perfect."

A/N: Well that happened.. hahha anyway thank you for all the amazing reviews! You guys make me so happy, let me know how you liked it!