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Hi guys. I am so very sorry that this is so late and well I'm not even going to say the reason behind it I'll just say that I'm sorry but I do have a very good excuse. Anyway, this chapter is somewhat short but there are some very important things going on here so I will ask that you pay close attention. Well that would be it…. Hope you like it:D

7. I Don't Give a Damn

Clary's heart was flying in her chest as Jace's hands roamed her body. They were everywhere and nowhere all at once. His touch, his body, his breath on her skin and the words that left his mouth were enough to make her forget it all. Her family, her job, her world… nothing else held any significance. All the things that had once been so instrumental in her life no longer seemed to matter nearly as much. Her head was clouded the only thing she could process at that moment was the feel oh him against her. Therefore, it was no surprise when neither one heard footsteps nearing the kitchen and it wasn't until the dim lights flicked back on, flooding the room with their fluorescent glow, that she even realized there was someone else in the room.

They broke apart, breathing ragged, and both looked at each other for just a moment before coming to the same realization at once as both heads turned to the entrance. There stood Isabelle, eyes wide and mouth agape.

Clary knew she should be worried, horrified, embarrassed even, but the only thing she felt at that moment was relief. Because, even though yes, she had just been caught topless on some guys lap in her kitchen at midnight, the fact that the one to find her had been her sister and not her father was comforting beyond belief. Hell, she didn't even want to think about what happen if Luke caught her in this… compromising position while she was very much engaged. Even if that marriage was being made against her will, even if she knew nothing about her soon to be fiancé, and even if said fiancé was a bit of an ass. She would have preferred not to have gotten caught at all and maybe, even though she really didn't want to admit it, continue kissing Jace. But when it came down to it if some one was going to walk in Clary was grateful that that someone had been Isabelle. However, now looking at Izzy Clary wondered if she was going through some sort of cardiac arrest. She hadn't moved the entire time, her gaze going from Clary to Jace and back.

Clary felt Jace's hands tighten on her waist as he leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Um… you might want to put your shirt back on and perhaps get off my lap before your sister has a stroke." his voice remained low and his eyes focused on her and in them Clary saw that what he said was not what he wanted. She sighed and nodded moving off him and reaching for her shirt which now sat just at Isabelle's feet. Clary promptly straitened, put her shirt on properly and then braced herself to face Izzy.

Iz narrowed her eyes before grasping Clary's arm and tugging her toward the living room, indicating that she needed to speak to her. Oh god, Clary knew this was coming, she had just hoped to make a clean break and think of an excuse overnight, but no dice. So before being taken, or more like dragged away she turned to Jace. Their eyes met in the short distance separating them and she nearly forgot about Isabelle standing just behind her as memories of that night bombarded her once more. Almost immediately, Clary could feel the heat traveling up her neck and pooling in her cheeks and she silently cursed her useless pale skin. Why couldn't she have gotten Isabelle's tanned skin like their father? She turned her gaze to Jace and as if he knew just what she was thinking a wide smirk spread over his face.

"I'll just get going." He stalked forward, brushing by Isabelle, who was putting on her intimidating face, and out through the arch of the entryway that was connected to the living room. Nevertheless, before leaving the kitchen completely he turned around and met her eyes. Gold; so deep, so endless Clary thought she would drown. "Good night Clary." It was almost a whisper but it was enough.

"Good night Jace." She answered simply and for some strange reason Clary would never understand, her eyes remained glued to his back as he drifted farther and farther away. What was wrong with her? This wasn't her, this stupid girl daydreaming about a man she could never have was not her. So many questions flooded her mind and she wanted answers. Why did she feel like smiling? Why was her heart flying in her chest? She wanted, no, needed someone to explain why she longed to see him from the moment her eyes fluttered open in the morning, why her thoughts seemed to drift to him without her permission.

"Clary we need to have a chat" Isabelle effectively popped her bubble pulling her into the living room and practically pushing her onto the couch as she began pacing around the room, concern written all over her features. Isabelle's stance was stiff, rigid.

"Iz?" she said, trying to be as cautious as possible "Izzy, are you okay?"

"Don't you 'Iz' me Clary!" Isabelle's voice raised an octave with every passing word. Clary flinched at the tone. "What the hell were you doing back there Clary? For god's sake, you're engaged and you're making out with the source of all our problems!" her arms were flailing now; sweeping through the air as if the mere movement could make her words all the more potent.

"Okay, first of all, we were not making out." Iz glared at her "well maybe we were but it's not like that."

"Then how is it Clary, please explain it to me because I don't understand …" her eyes widened and her hand rose to her mouth. Clary liked to call this Isabelle's breakthrough face and she had come to learn that when Isabelle had a breakthrough you should always pack your bags and move out of town. "Oh god… oh god."

"What?"

Isabelle said nothing; her face still held that same shocked expression.

"Isabelle, what is it?"

"You're falling for him."

"What… no! I am not falling for him, I swear. He's not even my type." The words were leaving her lips but her heart mind and body were screaming at her liar liar pants on fire.

"Yes you are. I can see the way you look at him and him at you. You two are totally falling for each other."

"Who's falling for who?" came a voice from the living room hallway. Turning to the sound Clary noticed Aline standing dreary eyed just a few feet away.

"Clary's falling for the sex god trying to steal the corporation."

"Ooh you mean the guy you were making out with in that closet?"

Clary scowled at Aline as a gasp came from Isabelle who Clary had told nothing to, that is until Aline opened her big mouth. Sometimes she wondered if Aline had been dropped as a baby. "I am not falling for him." She said trying to enunciate every syllable.

"Oh, so you admit he's a sex god?" Isabelle mocked her.

"No, I said that… I mean, what I meant was…" Clary stuttered trying to get her words in order but judging by the jumbled mess that left her mouth instead, failing miserably. "Ugh, I can't work like this, I'm going to sleep. Goodnight." She tried to make her voice as authoritative as humanely possible and her tone final yet giggles still came from her sisters.

Clary picked up her feet, closed off her ears and left before whatever small amount of dignity that she had left was taken. She refused to play this little game of theirs. Nearly running to the stairs, she went up almost tripping over her own feet in her haste to make it to her room. All the while hopping and begging any God that bothered to hear her pleas that Jace had already gone to bed or else not only would she have to face him after the scene in the kitchen, which was bad enough as is, but then he would also discover that their rooms were connected.

Crossing her fingers and toes, she rounded the corner and there in all his shirtless-ablicious-glory stood Jace, and Clary noticed for the first time the tattoo over his biceps. There, on his right arm , was a sort of tribal art cosistings of a stange array of lines and curves, odd points and figures all dtrewn on his arm reaching hs elbow. It was what someone would call, disorganized organization and it was absoloutly sexy. Her mouth watered and her eyes widened as she caught sight of his abdomen, perfectly sculpted lines, all muscle. Clary could not see a hint of fat anywhere and god if she didn't just want to run to him and trace her tongue over every part of his delicious manly body.

"You ok?" his voice drew her out of her very R rated fantasies "you seem kind of flushed." He sounded so sarcastic and she knew immediately that he had noticed her appraisal of his body and was thoroughly enjoying her reaction.

"I'm fine, but I just thought that I should tell you something" she paused to take a breath and prepare for the words she really did not want to say. Tonight she had seen another side to him not the conceited, arrogant ass he was to most people but someone so sweet her chest had hurt from the beating… or thrashing, of her heart . The glint in his eyes and the way he held her, so gently yet so close to his body, was causing emotions she didn't know existed, let alone that she could feel them, burn through her. However, there they were. "Can I come in?" she asked pointing at the closed door behind him.

Jace seemed to tense for an instant before returning to his same tedious, uncaring demeanor, for just a second, almost short enough to go unnoticed, but not to her. "No, I think we should stay out here. I still I haven't unpacked my things and the place is a mess."

"Oh, umm… ok. I just thought I should say that I'm sorry for what happened in the… uh, well you know. I shouldn't have done that and I'm sorry for leading you on, I guess it was just a …"

But she never finished speaking because in that moment his hands went around her waist bringing her to him and leaning in so close that their noses nearly touched. She could feel his breath fanning across her cheeks and his eyes boring into hers "I wouldn't apologize if I were you because if that was leading me on then I would love it if you could lead me on everyday."

"Jace…" she whispered it was almost a plea of sorts. For what? She didn't know. But before she could think it through his lips crashed onto hers for the second time that night. They moved softly over hers and before she could stop herself she was kissing him back just as delicately, sweetly before he pulled away resting his forehead on hers.

"Don't be sorry Clary, please. I most certainly am not sorry and I don't give a damn what your sister thinks, although that look in her eyes was pretty scary." He chuckled, his face contorting into the funniest expression she had ever seen.

Clary giggled, "If you thought that was scary, then you haven't seen anything yet."

He smiled before pressing his lips to hers once more and releasing her waist. "It's getting late. You should get to sleep."

"Yeah… see you." She started walking to her room, a big smile plastered on her face before she stopped mere inches away from him and turned around. Clary knew what she should do, but for some reason she didn't seem to care. So practically flinging herself at him, she wound her arms around his neck and kissed him. She kissed him, he didn't initiate this time, because this time it was all her. Clary was tired of denying herself something she had wanted so much from the moment she met him at that wedding, this was what she needed and the world could go and shrivel away along with all its judgments and criticisms.

"Jace…" she whispered, he still held his eyes closed and his lip between his teeth as if he was still savoring the kiss "I don't give a damn what my sisters think either."

He opened his eyes slowly and released his lip, drawing her attention to it before her gaze went back to his eyes. "Good."

Clary detached herself from him and went into her room, ignoring the surprise on his face as he saw the location. She shut the door feeling giddy with happiness and she was sure she looked like such a teenage girl but at that moment, she really did not care, because tonight she knew exactly who would be staring in her dreams.

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Jace entered his room, relief coursing through him that he had been able to stop Clary from going in. Not because he didn't want her there, because god knew he did, but because sitting in his desk's chair, radiating authority, was his father.

"Jace, what were you doing up this late?" he flinched internally at the harsh tone of his voice. Stephan had never been a loving man; hell, Jace didn't think the man had hugged him in ages. Nevertheless, that was beside the point, because he was all grown up now and the last thing he needed was his father's approval although that didn't stop him from wanting it any less. Which was why he was here now trying to get this girl to fall for him and ruining her life in the mean time.

"I couldn't sleep," he said trying to match his father's tone "so I went to get something to eat."

"You were with her weren't you?" Jace's breath caught in his throat because he knew exactly what was coming.

"Yeah I was, but isn't that the point? Aren't I supposed to make her fall for me?"

Stephan stood up, stepping closer, a furious glow in his eyes "yes… yes you are. But for god's sake Jace, if you dare to fall for her and ruin our plan and all my hard work you better hope you can find a box to live in because you most certainly won't be under my roof."

"I don't care for that girl father" he nearly growled "and I will not, do you hear me, I will not fall for her." Even as he spoke the words, a small part of him, the part that he was desperately trying to burry, was telling him how much of a lie those words were.

"You better hope so Jace." His father quickly stepped out leaving him to stand in the middle of his room.

The door shut behind him as Jace sat in his bed and took a deep breath trying to forget his father's words. He had told Clary just moments before that he didn't care what her sisters thought but could he really think in the same way about his father?

Yes, the answer was yes he could, after tonight he knew for sure. After having her in his arms and looking into her eyes and really kissing her for the second time how could he not. Jace knew he was only setting himself up but for the first time in a very long time, he did not care, because tonight he knew exactly who would be staring in his dreams.

Voila… there you have it. So now Jace and Clary are finally giving in to their feelings. Let's just hope Clary doesn't go all bipolar on us and push Jace away. Lol… just kidding ;D

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