Chapter 9

Clary sat on a lounger on the balcony and let the wind blow her hair out of her face. She was watching the sun setting on the horizon, casting everything in an orange glow. The tears ran down her cheeks uncontrollably and she couldn't really remember why she was crying. She didn't know whether it was the situation as a whole. The fact that they had to go home so soon and no one was mad at her, it was her fault after all but no one blamed her. In fact they had all decided without her that they were going home without even asking her, before she had woken up from her trance. It was infuriating.

It might've been the fact that something else was happening to them. Clary thought that once her father was dead that she and Jace would have a normal life, where they wouldn't have to deal with the drama. Well more drama than demon hunting. It was ridiculous; the fact that they had angel blood in them made it seem like they were a magnet for trouble.

She felt Jace behind her before she heard or saw him. She knew exactly how he would be standing. He would be leant against the door frame his ankles crossed over and his arms crossed across his chest. His eyes were on the back of head and they were studying her, trying to find a way to comfort her.

"I don't want to hear it Jace." She said, wiping her eyes with her hand.

"I know you don't want to go home. But right now we don't have a choice."

Clary hugged one of her knees and a tear dropped down her cheek. She was being stupid and immature but she didn't want to go back yet. She wanted her life to stay normal.

He walked over to her slowly, and sat on the end of the lounger like he knew that Clary needed the distance right now. "I need to know what you saw Clary. Are you in danger?"

She looked at him for a second and then looked back out to the sea. "I didn't see anyone's face and it wasn't like before when I knew who these people were. I recognised one voice, but I'm not sure. He said that he wanted her and didn't care who was protecting her. The voice I recognised said it was impossible."

He brought a hand over to her thigh, just letting it rest and letting his thumb rub circles on the inside absently, like he didn't even know how much comfort it brought her.

"I don't know who 'her' is. It could be me or it could be someone else entirely. I just don't know."

He scooted closer to her so that their legs and arms were entwined together and one of his hands was in her hair whilst the other was still on her thigh. He rested his forehead on the side of her head like he needed comfort from her. He whispered into her hair and brought his hand to her face. Jace brought his head up and tilted her head to the side so that he could kiss her on the lips. Clary didn't protest.

"Do you know how scared I get when this happens to you? When you stop breathing and something possesses you? Your heart stops and you start talking in someone –or else's voice –and then you get jolted back into your body and I don't know whether you going to wake up again."

She pulled back to look into his eyes and didn't realise how much this effected him. She never got how scared he was. She brought her hands up to his face and smiled. "I know it's scary but this has happened twice now. You now know what's going to happen and that I will wake up and I will breathe again. I think that this is going to be a part of me for some time now."

He nodded and gave Clary a quick kiss and rested his lips against hers. "It's hard not being able to protect you."

Clary put both of her hands on his cheeks. "You protect me everyday Jace. Don't worry about me for a couple of hours."

That sly smirk that Clary loved so much appeared on his face. "Why what do you want me to do with that time."

Clary smiled back at him, kissing him passionately, and their lips moving in synchronization, they fit together perfectly. Jace's warm arms wrapped round her and one of his arms wrapped around her knees; bridal style.

"I love you Clary."

Clary kissed him again didn't do it lightly, making sure he knew how much she loved him. "I love you Jace Lightwood. I love you something fierce." She said before they made it to the bedroom and Clary lost her mind completely.

Jace stood in the doorway of his and Clary's room in the Institute. Even though they had made up and everything was understood between them Clary hadn't said much on the way home. No one had really. There was an eerie quite to the family as they went home and when they stepped into the Institute everyone had gone their separate ways.

Jocelyn had been there to make sure that Clary was alright and was totally dismissive of Jace. Not that she ever acknowledged him really. Jace knew it was because of who he reminded her of but it didn't make him feel any better about it.

Back on the island Clary and Jace had agreed that they would tell their parents that they were getting married. It had been long enough and they needed to get on with it. It kind of put things in to perspective when you thought your loved one had died. The extra coldness that Jocelyn had shown today made Jace think that she already knew; which was absurd and totally stupid.

Jace watched as Clary moved around her room in a nervous rush, picking up clothes, trying them on and then discarding them. They were going out to dinner tonight with Jocelyn and Luke. It was a posh place and Jace had the only suit that he owned on, underneath he wore a black silk shirt that had the first two buttons undone. The only reason they were going out to a posh place was because Clary thought that her mother wouldn't start yelling and screaming to save embarrassment and Luke wouldn't be able to kill him. Jace told her it was absurd; Jocelyn knew how to glamour so could throw a hissy fit without being acknowledged by the other people. Clary hadn't found it funny.

"Would you stop standing there so calmly?" Clary snapped as she tried on a long red dress but took it off and went back to her closet. "It's annoying that you aren't worried." She complained.

"Nothing's going to happen." Jace reassured her, knowing not to get close to her if he wanted to keep all his limbs attached to his body. Even though he spoke the words, he knew that she didn't believe them.

Clary turned around and shot a glared at him. "Have I ever mentioned to you that Luke is a werewolf and that he could kill you at the next full moon?" She snapped.

"Must have slipped your mind." He replied sarcastically.

Clary went to her closet and removed a shimmering silver dress that cut just above her knee. She threw it on over her head and Jace noted that she had gotten better with clothes over the years of Isabelle. The straps crossed at the back and other than that it was backless, showing off her many runes. It showed some cleavage but not enough to raise eyebrows from the parents. It shimmered in the light because of the many silver metal disks on it.

Jace hadn't seen it before and assumed she had brought it on an outing with Issy. His draw dropped as her hair fell around her shoulders and her dark charcoal eyes stared at him. She smiled a little and walked up to him, swaying her hips.

She wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him in, her hands landing lazily on his butt. She brought her face closer to his and whispered to him, "I'm going to do some dirty things to you when we get back."

Jace groaned at the images that spilled into his mind. His body reacted to it and Clary smiled, biting her lip. "For fuck sake Clary, what are you doing to me..." His voice came out hoarse and strained. He wasn't that surprised.

Clary slid past him and brushed her hand across his groan as she went. He bit his lip as he tried to hold back another groan and focused on his breathing. When he was calmed and positive that his body had relaxed he turned around to see Clary. She had slipped on some black, shiny stilettos and Jace's gazed travelled up her long legs that didn't seem to end.

He readjusted his suit jacket and shut their bedroom door behind him. He slid his mobile and keys into her hand and she put it in her clutch bag matched her dress; to them it was routine and was just one of the ways they flowed together. Then she took his hand and they made their way towards the restrant. Or as Jace feared; his impending death.

Okay so I know it's been a while... again, but I had a massive case of writers block. Anyway I hope you enjoy because I quite like this chapter.

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