A/N: Hey guys! It's finals week, and I really don't have that much to do. I mean I have a final at the end of the week, but other than that I have plenty of free time right now. I've had most of this typed for a while I feel bad that I didn't finish it sooner, but I was busy most of last week. Three parties. One final. One test. And Jesus time. I hope you all are having a good start to the holidays.

Please enjoy!

Jace beamed down at Clary. She was giggling into his chest, clutching onto him, as the crowd cheered for them. He rubbed her back gently, before taking her small hand into his. They ran down the aisle, while rice flew over them. It lodged in their hair and on their clothes. Jace never understood the reason behind throwing rice. He knew it was supposed to symbolize fertility, but he didn't know if he wanted that right now. He's going to have to wiggle rice out of his hair for days. He'd like to have some fun with Clary. He wasn't so sure about kids, and he knew he would need to talk to her about it because he doesn't want to withhold something that she wants. People had gathered outside, who didn't go to the ceremony. Music was being played, children were roaming the grounds, and people were drinking. It was strange that people these people were all here to celebrate us, but they didn't question it.

"This way." Jace led her over to the wedding companies table. She lifted her flower crown off of her head, letting the veil slip off. He inhaled a breath, seeing her beautiful locks cascade around her.

"Can't party with this one." Clary smiled, folding up the light blue veil. She rested the white flower crown on her head, which stood out starkly against her bright red hair. "Dance with me." She grabbed his hand, dragging him over to the dancing crowds. He chuckled, pulling her flat against him. He liked the way her body fit against his. Normally he preferred his women to be bustier, but her slightly flatter chest soothed comfortably against his body.

Jace laughed, as Clary ran into the crowd of dancing person. She spun in circles, teasing him to follow her. He ran through the crowds with a dopey smile on his face. When he reached the place where she was standing, she had disappeared again. His head flicked around, trying to find his wife. He caught a flash of red hair, and he decided to follow it. He saw her hair bouncing, as she slipped away. She spun around, continuing to move away from him. She was beaming at him, which made his chest feel oddly warm. He practically ran over to her, catching her body in his grasp. She laughed, swaying them around in a sloppy circle.

"Why did you run?" Jace smirked, going along with her movements.

"I wanted to see if you'd catch me." She bit her lip, holding onto one of his hips for balance. Jace liked the way she held on to him for support. He smiled down at her, wanting to kiss her

"I will always catch you." He whispered into her ear, making her shiver in his arms.

"Good to know." She drew away from his body, continuing to hold his hand. To his surprise she looked happy. She seemed nervous most of the time they spent together, but right now she was calm. They walked to the table filled with booze and food. He poured us both a goblet of spiced wine. Clary sipped it and turned to watch the people celebrating. Jace was watching her, as he brought his wine to his lips. He wanted to skip to the wedding night. He wanted to see her completely vulnerable and naked underneath him. He wanted to make her feel complete and full. Jace knew she was someone who longed for passion and love. He could tell because of the way she looked at him. The way she look at him was full of hope, hope that he will take of her, and his heart broke for her. She was insecure and shy. He didn't want her to be shy because he knew that she was a capable of great things. He was going to make sure that she did.

Clary looked over at him, but quickly averted her gaze when she saw him staring. Jace, without thinking, brought up his fingers and ran them down her smooth cheek. Her face turned bright red, and he grinned at his effect on her. "Do you want to dance?" He asked, holding out his hand.

"Y-yes." She stammered, still recovering from his previous actions. She took his hand, and he led them over to the crowd that was already dancing. They stood across from each other, following the other men and women that they were in line with. She swayed her hips rhythmically to the music, and his eyes latched onto them. They reached their hands out, touching them gently, as they moved in a circle.

OoOoO

Around dinner time the court jester moved around the crowd. He was performing magic tricks and singing songs, watching him made Clary smile, and watching Clary smile made Jace smile. He was surprised that she was so happy today. She seemed a little skittish most of the time, but thankfully she seemed relaxed today. He leaned over kissing her temple, making her turn and look at him. She bit her lip, reaching to tangle our fingers together. He grinned at her gesture, leaning back in his seat.

"Could I have a volunteer?" The gesture spread his hands, calling out to the crowd, as someone else rolled in a contraption under a blanket. Someone ran up there. The gesture pulled the cloth down, revealing a target.

"We'll this is going to end badly." He muttered, but Clary didn't hear him. The tied the volunteer to the target, and the finally turned the man around. He caught a glimpse of knives in the jester's hands, making him grit his teeth. The knife flew, lodging in the target by the persons torso. Clary flinched, clutching onto Jace's arm.

"Woo that looked close." A smile splayed across her face. His chest felt warm at the thought of her going to him when she was worried. He knew it was a subconscious move, but it counted for something. She trusted him.

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The sun was setting, and it was time to head back to Jace's home. Clary walked alongside him, as they wondered home. Isabelle followed a few steps behind them. Clary mingled her fingers together with his, feeling a little buzzed and extremely happy. She wondered what he was going to be like. She knew sex was supposed to feel good, even though she had yet to feel that way, she hoped Jace would make her feel that way. She didn't want it to hurt again. Her shoulders felt tense, as she thought about it. It was hard to think that it might be something good because every time it had happened she always feels so violated afterwards.

"Are you ok?" Jace whispered, moving his arm around her waist.

"Yeah." She forced a smiled, chewing on the inside of her cheek. It was embarrassing to talk about, and she didn't know what to say.

"Don't lie." He sighed, releasing her to give her some space, but that isn't what she wanted. She wanted him to take care of her.

"Jace." She held onto his arm, nuzzling her cheek against his bicep.

"I don't want you to fake affection for me Clary. If something is bothering you, tell me what it is." He pulled away from her again, making her face heat up.

"I can't talk about it out here." She whispered, clasping her hands in front of her. "But it isn't anything bad. You just make me nervous sometimes." She murmured, playing with her finger nails. He released a breath, weaving their fingers back together. She looked up at him, and he was grinning faintly. She knew he wasn't completely satisfied with her answer, but he was ok with it for now. Clary followed Jace up the steps of her new home. Well temporary home. They will be leaving for the country, but she was still excited. She was ready to begin working on art like he promised.

"I'm going to check on a few of my correspondents, so you have some time to get ready." He kissed her cheek lightly before walking down a separate hallway.

"Come on this way." Isabelle locked arms with Clary, leading her to Jace's bedroom. Clary stepped in hesitantly, glancing around the room. The first thing she noticed was that it was impeccably clean. The second was that he had paintings all over the walls. Some of them were of nature, while others were of people. "Come on, let's get you out of this wedding dress." Isabelle pulled me further into the room. She untied Clary's corset, relieving her lungs. "You doing ok?" Isabelle asked, as she lifted the gown over her head. She draped the gown over a chair, making sure there wasn't any damage to the cloth.

"I'll be ok. Nerves are normal aren't they?" Clary exhaled an exasperated breath, looking up at the other girl.

"Of course they are. I remember my first time. I was so nervous-"

"Wait, you aren't a virgin?" She blurted out rather abruptly.

"No." She shook her head, sitting next to Clary on the bed.

"I just assumed that you were one. You were never married..." She trailed off, feeling bad about the way she reacted. Some women didn't wait, and their families would shun them. That's probably why she lives with Jace.

"No, I didn't want to get married. My father cheated on my mother all the time, and I didn't want to go through that. I decided to screw around with a few guys. Now no one wants to marry me. It's also why my parents have me live with Jace." She shrugged.

"Oh." Clary blew out, feeling a little bad for her.

"It's ok. I have tryst with some guys. I get everything I need. Now today isn't about me it's about you and Jace." She smiled widely, going to pick up a brush. "Let me get the knots out of your hair." She started stroking my hair to straighten it out.

OoOoO

Clary crawled into bed after Isabelle left. How should she lay? She laid back, propping her chest up slightly. No, she shook her head, adjusting the covers around her legs. Jace stepped into the room, closing the door softly behind him. Clary pushed herself up into a sitting position, knowing whatever she was trying to do was stupid. "Hi." He breathed, beginning to shift his layers off.

"Hi." She bit her lip, wrapping her arms around her knees. She watched him unbutton his shirt. She shifted uncomfortably, glancing away. Sebastian was always dressed when they were intimate, so she didn't really know what to expect. She froze when the bed dipped next to her.

"Look at me." He tucked his finger under her chin, turning her gaze towards him. She gulped, blinking at him. He had only taken his shirt off, which made her feel slightly relieved. He was so handsome. His golden curls rested around his ears, while his bright eyes focused on me. "If you don't want to do this tonight, we don't have to. We have the rest of our live to do this, and I don't want you to feel like I'm forcing myself on you. I don't know much, but I know your late husband wasn't gentle with you. I don't want you to feel like that again." His hand cupped his cheek gently, staring straight at her.

"I just-" She released a ragged breath, feeling her eyes well up. "I want to be with you." She wiped her at a tear that tricked down her cheek, inhaling a sharp breath. "I want it to feel good. I've heard so many stories, and it always feels good for them. I want it that way for me. Isabelle said that you have been with women, and that you can take care of me." She stammered through the conversation, feeling her face pretty much light on fire.

"You don't need to be embarrassed about this stuff. You can trust me." He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, scanning her face. "I can take care of you, but you have to trust me. Ok?" He breathed, as she nodded hesitantly. He leaned in slowly, tangling their mouths together. She inhaled through her nose, easing her fingers into her hair. The kiss got deeper, making her tummy churn with an unknown feeling. She felt him moving around before he shifted between her thighs. Her muscles tensed, as she felt his weight against her. He gingerly spread her legs further, resting directly on her most sensitive spot. She gaped for breath, as her stomach burned. His lips peeled away from hers, latching onto her neck. She moaned loudly, surprising herself. He glanced up at her, smiling cheekily at her. She couldn't stop herself from a giggle escaping her lips.

"I can't believe I just made that noise." She clapped her hands to her face, trying to force the laughter away.

"I liked that noise." He continued to feather kisses against her neck with a smile.

"How did you like that?" She asked curiously, inhaling a deep breath.

"Because I made you make that noise." He crawled up, brushing their lips lightly together. She liked the way her body pressed against him, making her muscles relax.

"Could I keep my nightgown on?" Clary panted, feeling her heart pound in her chest.

"Of course. I can work with that." He smirked proudly at her, as he slid the cloth up her thighs. She adjusted her lower half, taking a deep breath. He crushed their lips together again, slipping his tongue into her mouth. She whimpered, arching her body against him, as his moved over hers. He smiled against her mouth, biting her lip. She didn't understand what he was doing to her, but it was definitely new. Her entire body felt hot, and all she could do was go through the motions. His hand rested on her knee sliding down her thighs. She let herself get lost in his lips, leaving her body in his hands.

A/N: Woo wedding night! They are about to start their artistic adventure! Someone asked if this was over, and no! It has at least 10 chapters. I'm excited to see how they will grow together as a couple because they just seem so cute.

What do you think Clary should paint first?

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