A/N: Hey guys! I found a beta. I have to say it's about time. Thanks to HeronFrayWood for fixing my poor grammar and phrasing.

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Clary stepped into the carriage, keeping her fingers entwined with Jace's. Her affection for him had grown dramatically since last night, and she wished that he would have kept holding her this morning. She didn't want to move, but she knew they needed to head to his villa. She was sick of the whispers about her previous marriage. She wanted to get away from that life, and discover who she truly was. She never thought about being an artist before, yet the more she thought about it, the more interested she was in becoming one. Whenever she had a chance alone, she would draw and sketch in her room. She would draw random things, like flowers and bowls to pass the time. Her life had felt so boring until now. Until she had met Jace.

"What have you been drawing?" Jace questioned, taking the sketchbook from her.

"Not much. I have not really known what to draw." She murmured, as he began flipping through the last handful of pages.

"No, this is perfect practice." A smile grew across his face, making her smile. "You drew these ones from memory, did you not?" He gestured to a few images of things outdoors.

"Yes, I could not do it in front of anyone, so I had to guess. How did you figure?" She questioned, looking over his shoulder to see how he knew they were done from her memory.

"Your shadowing is not consistent. It looks like the sun is coming from this direction, and this one." He pointed out to her.

"Oh, I did not even notice." She was amazed that he could tell just by glancing at it.

"That's ok. You're a beginner." He leaned over, pressing his lips to her cheek. They lingered there longer than necessary, and with every passing second, Clary's face got redder. She never knew that she could feel this way around someone. He made her feel alive, which scared her a little. She didn't want to feel dependent on her husband, but it felt nice at the same time. He drew back from her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"You flatter me." She breathed, unable to contain her smile.

"I know." He whispered, running his fingers down the side of her cheek, sending shivers down her spine. She glanced away from him, wondering how he felt about her. All she knew was that he enjoyed the way she reacted around him, but what did that mean?

"What is it, angel?" He picked up her hand, pressing her knuckles to his lips. Her stomach bubbled when she heard the pet name he called her. He moaned that in her ear over and over again the night before. He told her that no one was like her. That she was like an angel. Apparently, the little pet name stuck, and she didn't know how she felt about it.

"Did you call all the other girls 'angel' also?" The words stuttered out of her mouth before she could stop them. His smile faltered, and he glanced away from her. He quickly turned his gaze back to hers, tangling his fingers with hers. His face seemed serious, an expression she hadn't seen on him before.

"No. I did not, because they weren't angels." He slides his thumb over the back of her hand, as his golden eyes pierced into her emerald ones. It was like he was staring into her soul, trying to decipher her mind.

"And I am? I'm special?" She asked quietly, feeling her heart thump faster in her chest at his words. No one ever called her special.

"You are. You are pure and innocent. You do not pretend to know what you are doing, and you are a truly genuine person. I do not say these things to you to trick you into my bed. I say them because I mean them. Understood?" He spoke firmly to her. To most, his tone probably would have sounded harsh, but for some reason it reassured her. "Do not bring up those other women, they do not matter to me anymore." He kissed her squarely on the mouth, shocking her to her core. She let him control the kiss, feeling her body abandon herself over to him. It was powerful and passionate. Last night he was tender with her, but this, right here, was different. It was heated in a way that made her feel that he needed her with every fiber of his being. She pushed him back lightly, having trouble containing herself in this tiny carriage, and he conceded to her small gesture. She collapsed against the side of the carriage gasping for breath. She bit on her lip, trying to calm down.

"Wow." She let her eyes fall shut, as she tried to compose herself. That kiss was something she wanted more of, but if thy continued here, she would end up spreading her legs in the back of a carriage. No, she wasn't that kind of girl. They needed to cool down until they were in a bedroom or at least indoors.

"Sorry, that was a little rougher thence intended." Jace murmured after a few minutes of silence.

"No, no it's fine. It was just incredible." She breathed, not finding the right words to describe the passion that seeped from that kiss.

"Good." He grabbed a pouch from his side. "Anyways, these are drawing tools." He took out a piece of charcoal and a knife. "You've been working with flat charcoal, but pointed charcoal works best." She watched as he sliced away the edges, creating a fine point. "Try to draw that corner of the carriage." He handed her the sketchbook and charcoal.

No one had ever seen her draw before, which made her feel a tad self-conscious. She clutched the charcoal awkwardly, wondering where to start. She drew a line on the page, and from there the outline flowed from her fingers.

"Now, on your other drawing, you shaded by applying a lot of pressure, but that isn't necessary. You need to do it like this." He grabbed another piece of charcoal, slipping her sketchbook into his lap. She watched intently as he crossed lines in different directions over each other. She was utterly fascinated by the different techniques he was teaching her. Seeing the secrets behind an artist made her realize how dedicated he was to this. She had hardly seen him working on art, so this was another new experience for her. "Want to finish your drawing?" He suggested, holding the book out to her.

"Ok, I'll try." She chewed on her lip, as she began shading the correct areas. She tried to remember what he had just shown her, as she twirled the charcoal across the paper.

Clary didn't know how long it took her to finish, but she was finally done. She had to admit it was a lot better than her other drawings.

"Very good." He smiled, kissing her temple.

"Thank you." She beamed, looking over the page.

"You can keep drawing, but I'm taking a nap." He yawned, stretching his arms out.

"A nap sounds very pleasant." She agreed with him, shutting her sketchbook.

"Put your head right here." He patted the inside of his shoulder, inviting her to snuggle with him. He lifted up his arm, allowing her to sink in next to him. She nuzzled her cheek against his chest, allowing his arm to wrap around her small frame. He rested his chin on the top of her head as she let her eyes slip shut. She felt secure in his arms, letting herself drift into a deep slumber.

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Clary blinked her eyes open when the carriage came to a stop. Her head was still cushioned by Jace's chest, which made her smile a little bit. "Wake up, Clary." His hand stroked her hair gently, and she realized he had probably stirred her awake, not the carriage.

"Why?" She mumbled, looking up at him.

"Because we are here." He grinned, moving hair away from her face and leaning in to kiss her. She whimpered softly, as he drew away from her. "Come, let me show you the villa." He shifted out of the carriage, holding his hand out to help Clary out. Her body warmed at his kind gesture. She stepped outside and gasped at the sight in front of her. The villa was beautiful, looking more like a castle than a villa.

"Come this way, angel." He led her to the side of the house, making Clary gasp. The land was so marvelous. He had a vineyard that stretched for miles, and beyond that was rolling hills. "Our wine is sold across Europe, and is a favorite across the world." He explained, leading her into a courtyard on the side of the building. It was overflowing with flowers of all sorts. Clary was in shock. He said that he lived out in the country, but this is anything but country. This was one of the most elegant places she had ever seen. He continued to lead her through the garden. She was so mesmerized by everything that she didn't notice the sounds of soft waves. The courtyard opened up to a small outdoor patio, and that's when she saw it. The ocean. She gasped, putting her hand to her mouth.

"Come this way." He took her small hand in his, leading her to a stone set of stairs that led down to the water.

"Oh." She breathed. The villa was up on a short cliff side, so walking down to the water was a little scary for Clary. There was a small beach at the bottom of the stairs, where they stood together. "Why didn't you tell me you lived on the ocean? I've never seen the ocean before. It's so beautiful." She gaped at the scenery surrounding her.

"I wanted to surprise you." He shrugged his shoulders, glancing at the ocean. The ocean breeze whipped their hair around, as they looked at the pristine water. Clary decided to sit down in the sand, drinking in her new surroundings. She already knew that this was going to be her new favorite spot.

After a few moments of staring at the ocean in silence, Jace said, "Clary, we should head back up before the sun goes down." He gestured for her to take his hands. She clasped onto his fingers, pulling her to her feet. He held her against him, and she let his warmth sink into her. She felt secure in his arms, which is something she never felt with another being outside of her family. He reluctantly let go of her, and they made their way up the stairs. She moved to hold onto his arm, as they entered the actual villa. It was a slight letdown after seeing the beautiful outdoors, but it was alright. It was still beautiful.

"This is the room you have been waiting for." Jace opened a door, revealing a room filled with buckets of paint, canvas', and paint brushes. "This is my studio. I mentor two young boys, and one of the boy's best friends lives here as well." He informed me, as they walked into the room. She ran her fingers over the rim of the buckets of pigment, and glanced around the room.

"How old are they?" She questioned softly, looking over the boy's work.

"12 and 15." He grinned. "Max Lightwood moved here with me because he doesn't have anything to inherit as the youngest son. The other child, Julian Blackthorn, moved here with his ward when they were 13. Their uncle's kids were going to inherit his land. They are good children and keep me company. Fairly easy to take care of. Emma, the ward, loves being here because I don't have restrictions for her at all. She's prefers pants to dresses and swords to needle work, and I don't force her to pretend to be something she's not. Occasionally, I will bring them to a formal dinner with me so they can socialize a bit, but they adore their lives here." She didn't see it, but he was watching her move throughout the room. She was curious about everything in this room, as she was going to be working in there. How humiliating would it be if she didn't know her way around?

"So what is your plan for me, exactly?" She returned his gaze, continuing to move throughout the studio.

"Well, first, I will swear the residents of this house to secrecy, and then I will train you. And when you're good enough, that's when people will start to commission. You will paint, and I will sign my name to it. This gives you the chance to have your work displayed in places of honor." He explained, stepping behind her.

"But they will think it's yours." She furrowed her brow slightly, thinking about his idea.

"Yes, but if I don't claim it, then no one would want it. Society doesn't consider women to be artists, but I do. I want to see your paintings in cathedrals and palaces because I know they will be filled with greatness, but without my name, they will stay here, collecting dust. Do you want that?" He snaked his arm around her waist from behind, pulling her back against his chest. She gasped quietly at the contact, feeling her stomach churn with heat.

"I don't want them collecting dust." She whispered, letting her eyes fall shut.

"Then let me help you." He breathed, pressing his lips lightly to her neck. Shivers went down her spine, making it slightly difficult for her to think. "Clary?" He blew across her skin, begging for an answer.

"Alright." She agreed to his scheme.

"It's late. Come to bed with me." He pressed his lips lightly to her ear before retreating out of the room. She chewed on her lip, looking over the room once more. She wanted to get started now, but he was right, it was late. She backed out of the room, following him down the hall to their newly shared bedroom.

A/N: So when I was deciding where to have Jace live, I actually looked up a bunch of villas. I kind of combined two of them, but it has everything I want. I love the ocean, so I had to incorporate it when I saw it.

Clary is now working on real art, and she will be beginning to dabble in painting soon. Jace will still be doing his own art. I don't know if it sounded like he was just going to claim her work as his own from now on because he's not. They will both be working on art.

Again another shout out to my beta HeronFrayWood.

What did you guys think?

What should Clary's first painting be?

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