A/N: I hope all of you had a happy New Year! I know my day has sucked because I decided it would be a good idea to do a diet with my mom. It was not a good idea. It was supposed to be 3 weeks, and now I'm doing 2. By the end of the week I might be done with it. We'll find out because I am starving.

Anyways, thanks to my beta HeronFrayWood for editing my work. Also a thanks to Bubblegum234 for the first painting idea.

Please enjoy!

Clary stretched her arms, blinking her eyes open. She sighed contently, hearing the sounds of waves echo through their room. She loved this house. She felt like she could abandon all of her worries to the sea, and she could finally relax after 6 years. Jace grunted softly, pulling her body closer to him. Her face lit up, as she buried his face in his chest. She couldn't believe how amazing Jace was. They had been married three days, and she knew that this was who God made her for.

"We can sleep 'till our heart's content, and you choose to wake up when the sunrises." Jace muttered, rolling onto his side to hold her entire body against him.

"Sorry." She grinned faintly, looking up at him.

"You are forgiven." He leaned down, brushing his lips against hers.

"You make it seem like there is a hidden circumstance to my forgiveness." She bit her lip, circling her arm around his waist.

"Maybe there is." He chuckled, adjusting himself to lay on her. He kissed her again, easing her nightgown to her hips. "Are you willing to pay the price?" He teased, pressing his lips to her neck.

"Possibly." She laughed, easing her fingers into his hair.

"Possibly, yes?" He smiled hopefully at her, as he propped her legs around his hips.

"Da mihi osculum." She whispered, letting him kiss her. She giggled when he pulled her over him. "What are you doing?" She rested her forehead against his.

"I want to see what you can do." His hands gripped her hips, as he leaned up to brush their lips together.

"Alright." She snickered, not knowing really what to do, but she was going to go for it. He had done a lot for her physically, and it was only fair that she paid him back. She connected their lips, doing what felt natural to her. She knew he wanted to see her, but she just felt strange about it. Only a few people had ever seen her completely naked and none of them had ever been male. She knew that she just needed some time because she knew that everything was going to be alright. "You're going to need to help me a little bit." She panted, adjusting her hips.

"No problem." He breathed, smiling against her lips.

OoOoO

Clary watched Jace get dressed after their very active morning. He had a dopey smile on his face, which told her whatever she did, he liked. "I'll send in Isabelle to help you get ready." He sat down on the side of the bed, as he fixed his sleeves.

"Alright." She inhaled a small breath, wanting to attack him with her mouth yet again.

"I'll see you at breakfast." He pecked her lips, before exiting the room. She collapsed against the bed, beginning to feel a little nervous to meet the rest of the house.

It didn't take her long to get dressed, and she headed to the dining room. She gulped, seeing the younger teens surrounding the table. Jace stood up when she entered the room, making her smile. He walked over to his wife, holding his arm out for her to take. He escorted her to her seat, which was both unnecessary and kind. He smiled down at her and sat down next to her, holding his hand out. Clary mingled their fingers together, feeling the stares of the teenagers at the tables.

"Julian, Emma, Max, this is my wife, Clary." He introduced me.

"It's a pleasure to meet you all. I'm would say I've heard a lot about you, but Jace hadn't mentioned you until last night." She teased, bumping his shoulder lightly.

"You didn't tell her about us?" The blonde girl glared accusingly at Jace.

"Well, I decided I had better things to do with my new wife." He grinned deviously at me, making her cheeks flare up.

"We are your only friends. How can you forget out us?" The youngest boy sounded fairly offended at Jace about forgetting about him. She giggled softly at him, as she took a small bite of toast.

"I didn't forget. I've just been dealing with other things, which I am I'm getting too. Clary is going to be an apprentice of mine, along with you two." Jace glanced between the boys, and back at his wife who smiled faintly at him.

"She's going to be an artist?" Julian raised an eyebrow, looking at older woman.

"Yes, she's brilliant." Jace confirmed, making her smile.

OoOoO

Jace watched Clary, as she wandered around his studio again. She was lit up in a way that the boys' weren't. They liked art, but they didn't appreciate it like her. She saw these things and was in complete awe of what she might create. He wondered where he should start her off. Her drawing skills were almost perfect. It seemed like a waste of time to make her keep drawing. He dug through all his canvas', trying to find the smallest one he had. Most of them were fairly big, and this was her first project. She didn't need something of that size.

"Angel, come here." Jace ushered her to him, as he set the canvas up. "I'm going to have you paint the studio with as much detail as possible." He set a stool up in front of the stand.

"Alright." She nodded, staring at the parchment.

"I'll mix the paints for you right now. I can teach you that another time. I want to see how well you'll do." He said, as he poured some oil into his pigment. "Now, you mix blue and red to make purple, red and yellow to get orange, and blue and yellow for green. Add black to make the pigment darker and white to make it lighter. I'll be over here with Julian and Max to help them finish up the painting I assigned to them before our wedding." He explained to her, seeing her take in every word he said. "Have fun with it." He drew her head to his lips, before he walked to the other side of the studio with the two boys. She smiled at him, turning her gaze back to the canvas.

He walked across the studio to the two boys. He assisted them, as his eyes would wander to his wife, who was working intently. He would smile when she would catch her lip between her teeth. She seemed so focused. He wanted to paint that. He wanted to paint all of her. He wanted to paint her naked, clothed, in every situation. When she opened up to him with her whole body, he would ask, but until then, he was going to wait quietly. His lady was timid, which was something he was willing to work around. He wanted her willingly. He wanted them to be something natural.

She cocked her head to the side, dabbing the brush lightly on the canvas. Her eyes turned to the room, and she stared intently at an object across the room. He couldn't pinpoint what it was, but he was jealous of her deep interest in this studio. Jace had painted his former mentor's studio, which he thought was incredibly boring. He preferred to paint people, and he often filled his work with symbols to make it more interesting. She noticed anything that was directly in front of her. That was a skill he had never acquired because he had a very short attention span. He could work in a fair amount of time, but he got distracted every few minutes. After helping the boys, she was still working. It was well past mid-afternoon. He was surprised about the amount of detail that she was putting into the small canvas. He didn't want to disturb her, but at the same time she needed to eat lunch. He decided that he was going to bring her lunch.

Jace went into the kitchen, receiving a very surprised look from the chef. He normally didn't go to kitchen when he needed food. He had Isabelle do it because that was her job here. She wasn't staying at his house for free. He grabbed a tray, whatever the chef made for lunch, and a small vase with a lily in it. He carried it into the studio to see his wife in the exact same position. She hadn't moved at all. He set the tray next to her, as he kissed her head.

"Angel, you need to eat." He ran his fingers through her hair, seeing a canvas covered in very detailed markings. She had the basic colors and shapes of the rooms, and she was now working on the intricate details of the room.

"Oh." She breathed, glancing out the window. "I didn't realize how long I have been painting." She blushed, picking up a price of bread.

"It's ok." He smiled, placing his hand on her shoulder. "I'm very impressed with your work." He pressed his lips lightly to hers. She responded kindly, opening her mouth timidly to him. She held onto his shirt, bringing him closer to her. He grinned against her mouth before drawing away from her. "Work. Eat. I'll be working on a painting a church commissioned, so take your time." He assured her.

"Alright." She breathed, turning back to the image. She took another bite of her food, and she returned back to the canvas. He mixed the paint for his own painting before spreading it across his canvas. The church in Florence commissioned a painting from Jace two months ago. He had been working on it since then, but his wedding had caused him to neglect this piece of work. It was nice for him to return to his job after weeks of his routine being broken. He would typically teach the boys until the afternoon, and then he would work on his own pieces. His routine would have to change because of Clary, but he didn't mind the company. Typically, he would be working alone until late at night, but if she always works like this, he would have some company. She was passionate. Probably more passionate than himself, which he greatly admired. They were both lucky to have found one another. She found a man who would appreciate everything she had to offer. He found a woman who would always surprise him. Most women he had been with were predictable and boring, but she was different. She had hidden talents that she wasn't even aware of. Any other marriage and he would have been calculable and tiresome. It was the majority of the reason he had never wanted to get married, but she was a prize. She was going to surprise him for the rest of his life.

OoOoO

The sun was down, and Jace knew it was time for them to go to bed. Clary had finished about an hour ago, but she had stayed to keep him company. She was sitting on the ground with her cheek resting on his lap. She had fallen asleep the second her head rested against him. He felt too guilty to wake her, so he continued to work. Her painting was too thick and a little choppy, but for a first painting it was just right. He smiled down at his sleeping wife. He slid a few pieces of hair away from her face, so he could see her porcelain skin.

"Angel." He breathed, running his hand down her back. She hummed, shifting to get more comfortable. "Clary, darling, it's time for bed." She didn't budge. Jace exhaled a breath before he carefully moved her around to carry her in his arms. She nuzzled into his chest, making him grin. He was beginning to realize that his wife was a very heavy sleeper. She typically woke up before him, so he never really noticed it. It was quite cute. He laid her down against the mattress, leaving her in her gown. He knew her dress would probably be ruined by the morning, but he wasn't waking her up, and he wasn't stripping her while she was unconscious. Therefore, she was going to sleep in her gown. He would buy her new one, just like it if she was upset about it.

He peeled his shirt and pants off before sliding into bed next to her, and she curled against him.

A/N: So Clary is now a painter, and she has met the kids. You'll probably see more of them in the next chapter. I don't quite know what I'm doing for that.

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