A/N: Hey guys! Wooo! I finished up my finals with A's and B's, and now I'm nannying my cousins for the week. I had to deal with my cousin crying for almost 2 hours! I didn't think I was going to get a chance to finish this tonight, but lucky my aunt came home to take over.

I apologize for the grammatical errors in the last chapter. I reviewed it when I was tired, and I missed some. I hope I did better this time.

Please enjoy!

Jace's eyes fluttered open when he felt someone touch his chest. He grinned faintly, realizing it was Clary. Her fingers were exploring his exposed skin curiously. He let his eyes fall shut again because she didn't see him. Her index finger slowly traced the contours of his muscles. He tried his hardest not to shiver, but goosebumps still rose on his skin. She shifted slightly, putting her hand flat against his abdomen. She scratched it lightly with her nails before sliding her hand up his torso to his chest.

"You having fun there?" Jace spoke groggily, feeling like he needed to alert her of his presence. Her hands were starting to drift a little lower then he was comfortable with being awake. She gasped, quickly yanking her hand away. He caught her wrist almost immediately, making her flinch heavily. She wasn't prepared for his alertness. He blinked his eyes open, slowly adjusting to the light. "I didn't mean to startle you." He rested her hand over his heart, running his thumb over the back of her hand. "Keep going. I just wanted to let you know I was awake." He yawned, letting his eyelids fall back down. He just wanted to curl up with one another for the rest of the day. Maybe he could postpone their trip to the country?

"I didn't mean to wake you." She murmured, keeping her hand in the same place. He felt a little bad for frazzling her mostly because she stopped exploring him.

"It's ok. It's a nice way to wake up." He grumbled quietly, placing his hand on her hip to pull her closer to him. Her hand still wasn't moving, so he released an exasperated sigh, as he opened his eyes. "Why are you acting so timid?" He sighed, rubbing her arm lightly.

"I don't know. I'm just not used to this." She blushed heavily, keeping her eyes on his chest.

"Not used to what naked people or the intimacy of it?" He questioned softly, decided to weave their fingers together.

"Both, I guess." She mumbled, looking at their joined hands.

"Did you never see your late husband?" He asked softly, playing with her nimble fingers.

"No, he kept his clothes on most of the time. He normally left right afterwards, and I was on my stomach for all of them." That was the most blunt that she had been about anything sexual at all, but he knew that they weren't memories she enjoyed.

"He didn't even look at you?" Jace shook his head, kissing her hand gently. That's a shameful thing to do to a sweet girl like this. She deserves some much more then what that man gave her. "Well if you would prefer, we don't have to do it that way. Yeah there are some cool things you can do that way, but I can live with out it." He suggested kindly, tracing her fingers with his own. He let their hands fall into place, resting comfortably together.

"Thank you." Her eyes finally landed on his. "Also thank you for last night." Her face turned red, but she kept her gaze with his.

"All in a day's work." He teased with a lazy smile on his face.

"No, I mean you didn't have to do a lot of that stuff, and it didn't always benefit you." She spoke slowly, shifting awkwardly.

"It benefited me just fine. As I said last night, I made you feel that way. It's fascinating to see how a woman will finish." Jace bit his lip, wanting to see it again.

"Oh." She blushed even more violently.

"How are you feeling?" He questioned, letting his eyes turn down to her nightgown. He wished that she would have taken it off, but he could wait. He was a patient man.

"Ok, just a little sore." She sighed, as her hand drift up my neck. He wanted to take her again. He knew that he wouldn't because she was still recovering from last night.

"You should go to back to sleep. We won't be leaving for a few hours. Get some rest." I cupped her cheek, seeing the bags under her eyes. She had a restless night. "I have to get some things in order, so take a nap. I'll get you when we need you." He offered a small smile.

"Alright." She yawned, pulling the blanket to her chin. The way she nuzzled into the covers was adorable.

"I'll see you in a little bit." He breathed, pressing his lips lightly to her nose. The skin wrinkled, as he drew away, but he saw the smile ghosting at her lips. She closed her eyes when Jace started to climb out of bed. He tugged on undergarments before trudging over to the dresser for his clothes. He was pretty much forcing himself out of the room because he didn't want to leave her. Yesterday was very eventful, and some rest and alone time is probably what she truly needed. He slipped quietly out of the room, and went to his study. "Isabelle." He yelled, needing her to begin to pack their things. "Isabelle!" He repeated, as he opened on of his many correspondents on the table. He groaned, tossing the paper into the table. He strode over to her room, which was only a few doors down, and flung the wood open. He didn't think to knock before opening the door, but he wished that he had. Now he will forever have the image of his sister riding his friend, Simon, burned in his mind forever.

"Jace!" She screeched, quickly covering herself up.

"Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry." He couldn't stop looking. He was so in shock.

"Get out!" She yelled, throwing a pillow at him. He retreated out the door, trying the rub the image from his eyes. He had seen them dancing together at the feast, but he didn't think anything of it. Lots of men danced with Isabelle. They know she's easy, but he didn't think she was that easy. Simon is the most bumbling fool that Jace had ever met. He once tripped over air. Jace hurried back to his study, and tried to focus on responding to his correspondents. When he had come in here yesterday, he had been too hyped up to do anything, but he knew Clary would need a little while to get undressed and ready for the night to come. He wasn't going to push her. He wanted everything between them to be real and not forced.

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Jace was responding to one of the many correspondents he had. He wished he had done them yesterday. He was writing so frivolously that he didn't notice the door creak open, which was followed by the soft footsteps of his wife. "I thought you were going to wake up me up." She bit her lip, hopping up on his desk.

"I know. I'm sorry." He sighed, rubbing his hand through his locks. "I didn't do these last night, and they all piled up on me." He huffed.

"It's ok." Clary grinned at him, kicking her feet back and forward lightly. "I would have preferred waking up to you then Isabelle." She murmured softly, as her cheeks pinked.

"I'm sure you would have." He chuckled, smiling up at her.

"How much longer until we leave?" She bumped his chair.

"Once I'm done with this." He assured her, finishing off the sentence he was writing.

"Yay!" She bounced off the desk, wrapping her arms around his neck from behind. He laughed, turning his gaze up at hers. "So when do I get to work on art?" She propped her cheek on his shoulder.

"We can look at your work in the carriage. Get your sketch books and I'll bring some supplies." He suggested, climbing to his feet. He twisted in her limbs, putting his arms around her waist.

"Really?" She questioned, raising her eyebrows at him.

"Yeah." He hesitantly leaned down to kiss her, and she responded kindly. He felt relieved that she didn't back away. Their mouths slowly mingled together, as her hands weaved into his golden mane. Things got a lot more intense then he initially thought. Their tongues clashed, making his stomach churn. He maneuvered her to sit back on the desk. Her chest pressed against his, and she inhaled sharply. She whimpered, as his hands gripped her thighs. She drew away from him, leaning back against her palms. He panted heavily, trying to calm himself down.

"Wow." She gulped, exhaling a large breath.

"Yep." He propped her forehead against hers. They rested like this for a few minutes, bringing their bodies back to their normal state.

"I should get my sketchbook." She slid to her feet, stepping around him.

"Yeah." He watched her walk away, wishing that he could have continued with her. He knew she needed some time with this stuff, but that doesn't stop him from wanting it.

He grabbed his charcoal and pastel box, making his way to the carriage. Clary had a book tucked firmly under her arm, as she exited the house. Her face was lit up, making him grin. She was excited. He could work with excited. If she didn't want to do this, then he would get nowhere with her artist mind, but she is open and willing to create a new world with him. She paused in front of him, holding out her hand for him to assist her into the carriage. He smiled at her, and she returned it without faltering. He knew this woman was going to be the only woman to really peak his interest, to challenge his mind. She could adapt and roll with punches. Not many women could do that.

He knows that she probably doesn't realize how hard this road will be. Being an artist means being in touch with your inner most emotions and mind. There is a lot of stuff that she will probably have to share or express before she will be successful, and it is going to be difficult. It took his years to understand that painting wasn't a job it was a life style. A painter always has to wear their heart on their sleeve, as they try to understand this complicated world.

A/N: I hoped you guys liked it. I've been wanting to write another all Jace chapter, and I just couldn't figure out how to do that until now. It's a little short, but it got the point across without dragging on.

Clary will be working on her art in the next chapter. Is there anything you want to see her draw?

Is there anything you want to see with Jace and Clary? I'm excited to work with their relationship because I feel like this situation is unique.

What did you guys think so far?

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