:p I honestly have no idea how to end this story. Though it might have only like fourteen or fifteen chapters...I never planned on making this story that long.

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Simon

"Simon? Dude. Not funny, where the fuck are you?" Jace was pissed.

Simon rolled his eyes, stroking his sleeping beauty's hair away from her face, the softness of her hair and silkiness of her skin calming him enough to keep him from yelling at Jace.

"Jace," Simon said in a quiet tone, that he knew from experience, scared the crap out of people. "I've already told you that it was none of your business: Me and Clary are fine. Actually," he smiled, happiness and pride blooming in his chest. "I think she might be starting to like me."

Jace scoffed. "Si, man, you kidnapped the chick, and locked her away God knows where. Yeah. I'm sure you've wooed her into a doe-eyed cow by now."

Simon gritted his teeth. "You don't know anything about us," he said, his voice flat.

"Neither do you! Listen, I know you think you know everything there is to know about this girl, but seriously: What can you possibly know about her, just from watching her from a distance? Besides her address, boyfriend, job, and favourite flowers and foods."

Jace's words struck a nerve. "Jace. Stay the fuck out of our relationship, and stop interfering. You know nothing."

"Simon-"

He cut the blond off, snapping his cell shut and closed his eyes.

Christ. It was bad enough that Clary had gone off on him like that, forcing him to punish her; But now Jace? Why the hell was everyone trying to keep him away from his Clary?

Simon wrapped his arm around her shoulders, holding her tightly to him, reassuring himself that she was here, and no one was about to take her away from him.

Clary shifted, and opened her eyes, those green pools of jade staring up at him sweetly. "What's wrong?"

He smiled down at her. She was perfect; And all his. Leaning down, he brushed his lips softly, gently, across her forehead. "Nothing. Just my friend pissing me off."

Clary blinked at him. "You have a phone here?"

Simon chuckled. "'Course I do. If something were to happen to you, and I needed to call someone for help, I would have a cell phone."

She smiled at him. "Really?"

Simon nodded, nuzzling his face into the crown of her head. "Of course," he murmured against her hair. "I'd do anything to protect you."

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Clary

He had a phone.

She smirked against his shoulder, giggling inwardly. Great. She'd get out faster than she thought she would.

His thumb rubbed her arm, and Clary flushed at the warmth and shot of an unfamiliar emotion that flared inside of her at his touch.

"Clary..." He reached down, cupping her chin with his hand, forcing her to look up at him. "I-I wanted you to know that, you may want to go outside, do whatever it is you do outdoors, but you have to wait for awhile."

She squinted her eyes at him. "I thought I wasn't allowed to leave anyways."

"You aren't." He leaned down, kissing her chastely on the mouth. "But Clary, when you've finally learnt to trust me, I'll take you places. Dates..." His eyes went a little dreamy for a second, before looking back down at her. "Right now, however, your brother and your-" His mouth twisted, and his coffee colored eyes darkened-"ex-boyfriend are still out looking for you, and you're all over the news."

Ex? Who said they ever broke up? Clary sighed, but kept silent about the ex part. No use in getting spanked again. She winced at the memory. Her ass still hurt from that.

"What chances do they have of finding me?" She was careful to keep the excitement and hope from her voice, but she doubted she did a good job of it.

He grinned, looking smug. "Oh, trust me, Sweetheart." He winked at her. "Nobody's going to be finding you anytime soon."

Her heart sunk. "Oh." Then, "Hey, wait. Does your friend know about-"

He leaned in and pressed his lips softly against hers, cutting her off. Clary tensed, and was prepared to shove him off, when she remembered he had to think she liked him in order for him to trust her. So she forced herself to succumb into the kiss.

His lips, to her surprise, were fuller and warmer than Raphael's had ever been. Softer, too. He had his arms wrapped protectively around her waist, and pulled her onto his lap, grinding his hips into hers slightly.

Clary embarrassed herself by whimpering, something she hadn't done since she was nine and had broken her arm after falling out of a tree.

He pulled his lips from hers, letting his forehead fall against hers. Both of them were panting.

"Sweetheart," he said in between breaths. "You ask to many questions."

Clary scowled at him, and was opening her mouth to snap out a snarky comment about him and where he could shove his opinions, when he grabbed her head and pulled her back to him, roughly.

Instead of responding positively to his kiss like the first couple of times, all Clary registered was his hands grabbing at her arms tightly, and pulling her to him, not at all gentle.

Instinctively, she drew her foot back and aimed it at his groin, kicking him in his prized-possesions, and watched him fall to the floor with a groan.

She was trembling with fear; She'd never had any man grab at her like that, but a friend of hers had been attacked and raped by an ex-boyfriend, and was so paranoid she tried to kill herself.

And now he was laying on the ground in front of her, looking up at her with surprise and hurt in his eyes.

"Clary, Sweetheart, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to lose contr-" Clary jerked away from his reaching hands. Screw pretending! He'd freakin' kidnapped her, tied her up, spanked her, and just two minutes ago, she'd been kissing him. What the hell?

God. What if he went farther than what he'd already done? Sure, he'd said he wouldn't do anything "perverted", but he'd already crossed that line ages ago.

Clary shook her head. No, she had to get out of-of wherever the hell she was.

He stood up, wincing slightly. "I would never force you into anything you don't want, Clary," he said in a desperate voice. As if he knew what she was thinking.

"Please, believe me." His dark brown eyes were pleading with her. Clary blinked, realizing just how different he was from Raphael. He seemed to genuinely care about and for her, in his own disturbing way. Raphael always seemed indifferent, unless it came to sex. And he wore his heart on his sleeve; Whereas Raphael was known for lying and cheating, and it was seldom, Clary knew, that he was ever faithful.

But hell, she didn't even know his name.

"I don't know you," she said, in what she prayed was a firm and practical voice. "And I am already in a relationship. It's...wrong."

He blinked. "But I know you," he pointed out. "And if I remember correctly, your boyfriend had no problems starting other relationships."

Ouch. Clary bit her lip, trying not to let it show how much that little statement hurt.

"I'm going to bed, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't follow me, please?" Clary winced. She hadn't meant for it to come out like a question. He looked at her sadly, but nodded.

Sighing in relief when he didn't get all pissed that she wanted some space, she stood up and walked to the door that led to the small bedroom.

"Wait."

She paused, and turned to look at him.

He bent down and reached into a green backpack that she hadn't noticed was there, and tossed her something.

Clary blinked. A nightlight?

"Um..." She looked at him in confusion.

He shrugged, looking a little embarrassed. "I, ah, didn't know if you're afraid of the dark or not, so I got you a nightlight, just in case."

Clary gaped at him. Damn, why did the all the chivalry go to the weirdos?

He shoved his hands in his pockets, and she grinned when she noticed a faint blush under his dark skin. "You don't have to use it, of course..." He trailed off uncomfortably.

"It's alright." And it was. Clary smiled a little at him. "Thanks."

She turned, and began walking back to the room, but she thought she heard a faint, "Your welcome" come from the small sitting room.

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The light glowed, and Clary found herself relieved that he'd been thoughtful enough to get a nightlight for her, because she damn sure wouldn't have been able to sleep without it.

The room felt cold and isolated, and the little glow of gold seemed to brighten the colors, and Clary smiled to herself, snuggling into her pillow.

He was crazy, but so sweet, so considerate, at the same time.

Clary rolled her eyes. And yes, of course, he was gorgeous.

But Raphael...

Clary shook her head. When had this become a competition over the two? They were so...different, from each other.

She sighed.

Crap.

He'd better be a douchebag in the morning, or there would be some serious crushing going on. From yours truly.

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