A/N: Though we'd have one of these at the top and the bottom. :D

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**It's a longer chapter than the rest as my writing skills seemed to be heating back up now it's summer (-I don't even make sense to myself anymore :D) so that is good for eveyone!

***Also, before I forget, can I say that this chapter is... heated and kinda... how do I put it... Dirty? So if you don't like that kinda thing skip over, it's not an important part, it's just alot of fun :D But tell me what you guys think of it as it's further than I usually go.

Chapter 10

Clary tapped her fingers on the table at the restrant, she was nervous and her mother and Luke were ten minutes late. A warm hand pressed on top of hers and stopped her tapping, she smiled as she looked down at Jace's hand; he had small white scars marring his skin and she brought his hand up and kissed them softly. After a couple of minutes she went back to panicking.

"Would you stop worrying?" Jace asked, rubbing circles on her hand with his thumb. "It's going to be fine. We're in our twenties and we are old enough to get married. Maybe your mum will be happy for us." But even Jace didn't seem to believe himself.

Clary snorted and knew she didn't look sexy but being with Jace with the many years she had, she didn't really care, finding someone you were that comfortable with was something she knew she was lucky for. "If your definition of happy is murder then, yeah, she'll be happy for us."

They chatted lightly for a few minutes, about Alec and Magnus or Simon and Izzy and how they hadn't heard from Maia in a while. Clary told Jace about how Izzy wanted to take her for another shopping trip and he laughed. She loved his laugh, it lit up his whole face and it always reminded her of when they first met in the back room in Pandemonium.

Then Jocelyn and Luke walked through the door. Luke had dark jeans on and a white button-up top on and his glasses, his hair flopped over his eyes and his face lit up with a smile. Jocelyn wore a swaying white skirt that swayed around her feet where she wore some gold gladiator sandals and a toe ring. She wore a white halter neck top and a long necklace. On her arm there was a fleck of blue paint and it reminded her of all the times they spent painting the apartment. She also had a flower in her hair that Clary noticed from the garden. All of a sudden she laughed at Luke and kissed him on the lips quickly before they started to come towards them, spotting Clary and Jace at the table.

Clary gulped. "Okay, they saw us but they look as though they're in a good mood," Jace laughed at her and Clary stared at him. "Maybe they might just kill you and spare me."

Jace rolled his eyes and kissed her hand softly. "It's nice to know how much you value my life baby." He whispered. "But we'll be okay, I promise."

"You say that now, but when you're dead I'll tell you I told you so." She said back, the parents getting closer.

"Yes because that's what you'd be doing, hitting me back instead of in bed crying your heart out that your life is over and you wished that it had been you instead." He said with mock horror.

"You wish Herondale." She kissed him before it was too late and the disapproving glares of the older adults came down on them.

As Clary's two parents came nearer, Clary and Jace stood up and shook hands, kissed cheeks and said hello. Even though the pleasantries were exchanged there seemed to be something up. And Jace being Jace, Clary knew he sensed it too.

Clary took another deep breath and Jace took her hand under the table, the gesture was kind and reassured her. A little.

Jocelyn smiled. "So how are you today, Clary?" Her mother said in that, I'm-pretending-to-be-resonable-but-I'm-really-hiding-what-I-really-think.

Clary tried to smile and it turned out a grimace, Jace kicked her under the table, she flinched but kicked him back, he smiled at her and they both held back a laugh. They were real mature for their age, Clary thought while answering her mum's question. "I'm fine mum; in fact Izzy and I did some sparring earlier."

Clary could see that her mother didn't approve and that got her mad. Clary knew that her mother was protective over her and everything she did but her father had died years ago and Jace protected her well enough; what was she saying? Jace protected her perfectly, and he had told her he would risk his life for her. Even though it maddened Clary thinking that Jace thought that, she thought it would be good for her mother to know.

"Well that seems nice Clary." She said her lips tight. Luke on the other hand stayed quiet and seemed to be studying Jace. He knows. She thought. That was the only reason that he was looking at Jace like he was about to kill him. She squeezed Jace's hand and he respectively ignored Luke, like he wasn't breathing down his neck from across the table –it boiled Clary's anger.

A waitress came up to them and they ordered some drinks. "I think we'll all share a bottle of white wine." Luke said, not taking his eyes off of Jace. Clary took a deep breath and tried to calm herself, Jace and Clary had been out with her parents before and they all knew that Jace didn't like white wine. That he only ever drank red, if he drank it at all. But Jace didn't say anything so Clary let it go and looked over at her mother who was looking over her menu, not meeting Clary's eyes –deliberately.

They all sat in an awkward silence until the waitress came with their glasses and poured some wine, Clary was polite and thanked the girl and when she went Clary downed her glass. It was going to be a long night. She poured another glass and her mother gave her a stern look. Even though Clary's head buzzed she downed another glass but left it empty. Jace put his hand on her bare thigh reassuringly and rubbed circles with his thumb on her skin.

Clary cleared her throat having an odd sense of courage –probably the wine but she was thankful for it. "Mum, Luke, Jace and I have something to tell you."

Luke didn't switch his eyes from Jace and he shifted his legs nervously under the table. This night was bothering Clary and her temper was rising to dangerous levels. Her mother eventually lifted her eyes reluctantly from her menu and looked at Clary, though not in the eye.

Clary cleared her throat again, even though there was nothing in it and tried to speak, the words came out weaker than she planned but they still came out. "We're getting married." She said.

Jace squeezed her thigh as Luke frowned. "Well that's great." Luke said smiling and Clary and Jace breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought you were going to tell me something else then." He said and both Luke and Jace laughed.

Her mother said nothing. Clary's eyes filled with tears involuntarily but she took a deep breath, banishing them and stared at her mother. "Mum?" She asked. "Isn't this great? We can plan the wedding together." She said, her voice getting quieter and quieter as her disappointment rose, and that awful feeling in her gut that twisted and made her want to run away.

"It's lovely." Jocelyn said, meeting her eyes eventually. Her eyes weren't happy and they weren't warm like she remembered them and Clary sat back in shock, before composing herself.

"What's wrong mum?" She asked, taking Jace's hand off her thigh and reaching out for her mothers.

"Nothing... it's just that you're a little young aren't you?" She said taking a sip of her wine and disconnecting their eye connection. Clary dropped her hand like she had slapped her.

"Jocelyn..." Luke warned and put a hand on her shoulder momentarily

She smiled at him tightly and went back to her wine. A tear fell down Clary's cheek as she sniffed.

Jace just took her hand and said nothing; he was as stunned as she was.

"I can't believe you." Clary whispered savagely at her mother.

Jocelyn looked at her in shock, like she had done nothing wrong and kept her eye contact.

"Why can't you be happy for me for once in my life? I'm 2o. You were 18 when you got married." Clary got to her feet and wiped the flowing tears from her eyes, her mother was staring at her with her mouth open in a gasp. Luke seemed to look disappointed, but not in Clary. "I wanted to share something in my life with you. So we could plan and have fun. This is Jace and I love him more than anything and nothing's going to change that, so we're getting married. The Shadowhunter way; the way I'm supposed to." Her voice broke. "Well at least it turned out well for you; at least I'm not pregnant, that would just be an embarrassment wouldn't it." She said taking her purse and walking out, letting the tears run down her face.

Why couldn't her mother be happy for her? Why couldn't she at least of pretended to be happy for Clary? It broke her heart as she thought about it and as the cold air of New York blasted her as she stepped outside she didn't bother to check if Jace was following her as she made her way back to the Institute. She was unresponsive and she didn't want to know anymore. She just wanted to cry. So she did.

Jace held Clary as she cried on his shoulder. He had his arms around her, leaning against the Institute wall outside. It broke his heart every time a sob racked through her body and she let out a cry.

Jace had pegged Jocelyn with a hard look and, "Who the hell do you think you are, acting like that; you just broke her heart." before he took off after Clary. She had made it to the door of the Institute before she had turned around and held onto Jace like he was the only thing keeping her up. He held her and stroked her and muttered words that he wished had been spoken to him when he had felt like that until she went quiet.

"I can't believe she did that." She murmured against his chest.

"I know and I'm sorry. I wish she hadn't made you feel like that." He said, stroking his hand up and down her spine.

"Yeah well, we had to tell her eventually." She sighed. Clary stood back from his chest and he frowned.

"How the hell is your make-up still intact?" He asked, laughing.

She smiled, the mood lightening quickly. "Oh you mistake the wonders of your sister, Isabelle." She said, seeming to brighten up. "She has make-up for every eventuality in my life. Don't worry she already has my wedding make-up." She laughed as he pulled a face. "Issy is a force that shouldn't be reckoned with." She said taking his hand and opening the great Institute doors. "Come on, let's go into the warmth. I can make us some coffee and then we can forget about what happened." She murmured.

He stepped inside the elevator and pulled her against his chest, her heels making her just under level with him. "I love you Clary, no matter what happens." He said kissing her.

She kissed him back pulling him closer by the small of his back. He put one hand behind her neck and pulled her closer and used one to close the partition for the lift. It started to go up but their lips didn't disconnect.

Jace's hands travelled down her neck, across her breast down her stomach and onto her thighs. His fingers bit into her skin as he grabbed on and he picked her up, she automatically wrapped her arms around his waist and he pushed her up against the back wall of the elevator. She groaned in ecstasy and shoved her hands into his hair, biting his lip; he threw his head back and groaned then met her lips again in a heated passion. The temperature in the lift soared instantly as their bodies heated up.

His hands roamed under her dress finding the small material that was her underwear. Jace sucked on her bottom lip, pulling it between his two, not being able to get enough of her.

One of Clary's hands disappeared from his hair and the drilling alarm went off in the elevator. Jace disconnected their lips as they lurched to a stop and looked at her, the alarm went quiet and all he could hear was their heavy breathing.

Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing heavy and her lips swollen. "If we're going to do this, we don't want to be interrupted do we?" She said, her voice low, seductive.

He grabbed onto her lips again and dug his hands into her thighs again. Her hands came around his back and as he sucked on the delicate skin under collar bone, her nails broke skin. He hissed in pleasure as she started on the buttons of his shirt.

He kissed around her shoulder, up her jaw, around her ear. Clary got impatient and ripped the remaining buttons open; he heard the pop of them as they hit the floor. Clary's shoes dropped to the floor and her dress rode up so high that he threw it up over her head, just because he felt it was an inconvenience. And he growled as he saw her bra and panties. Just the way he liked them. Minimal.

Clary chuckled as Jace stirred and the heavy bulge in his pants pressed into her. "Excited to see me?" She asked, moving her hips against his body

He moaned deep in his throat, as close to the edge as she rubbed against him again –she hadn't even got his pants off. "These are those dirty things you wanted to do to me weren't they?" He murmured as his lips travelled down her chest, wandering around the lace fabric of her bra.

"Oh baby," She said into his ear, biting his earlobe. "We haven't even started yet..." Jace nearly melted down to the ground as she took him through torture. Her body the only thing that controlled him. And by the Angel he let her.

A/N: I'm quite proud of this chapter if I do say so myself. Even though there will be drama to come, something worse than this; I'm glad that I got a bit upset in before the two love bugs got back to making like bunnies :D I swear you can't rein them in! XD

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