EDITED THE 8 OF NOVEMBER! I re-did the first half of this chapter. I was unsatisfied so I wrote a little something in and took a few pieces out. After the break everything is exactly the same as before the edit.

If there was one thing Jace really loved, it was waking up with Harry beside him. And it might've been sappy, but the truth was what it was.

He'd thought about how it would be their entire night together, but nothing he thought was like what he was feeling right now. This elation, like flying on the vampire's bikes high above the city, and this warmth that was easily comparable to the sun. Harry belonged with him, here, in his bed, every morning. Jace would make sure of that, he would make sure this feeling never went away.

Jace glanced down at the sleeping wizard. He was cuddled to him, his head tucked in his neck, his arm a solid form across Jace's stomach. The hot air he breathed tickled Jace's skin sensually. He thought about their kiss yesterday, and how he came so close to getting even closer with Harry. But he wanted to wait, and Jace wouldn't force it no matter how much his body and heart yearned for Harry.

Then Harry stirred above him, yawning long and lifting his face from the nook of his neck to smile sleepily at him. "Good morning." His bedhead was insane, and the drowsy look had Jace laughing and trying to fix the curls framing his face chaotically with his fingers but nothing worked.

Harry rolled his eyes, and slanted a smirk. He knocked Jace's fingers away. "Don't even attempt to fix this mess. Only magic will be able to."

"You look so beautiful."

Harry flushed. "Thanks, but I've seen myself in the morning. It's not pretty."

Jace shook his head. How could Harry not know how sexy he looked right now? "It's the truth, babe." He kissed his lips, ignoring the strange morning taste. "I want to devour you right now. Can I?"

"Ugh. Now?" Harry grinned.

Jace laughed. "Yes, right now."

"Shower first, and then you can do what you want with me."

"Oh, you really shouldn't have said that."

And it was decided that Harry would stay more than just that one night. Especially after Jace devoured him in the shower. Harry had made up some excuse about how now that his godfathers were done visiting he would be all alone, but Jace knew he only wanted to be with him as long as he could.

But Jace had found out that staying with Harry wasn't as pleasant as it sounded, at least in the morning. The second day waking with Harry was very different. While they woke at 11 yesterday, Harry decided to wake up at 8am. Jace had only forgiven him because he made breakfast and his waffles were amazing. Luckily he didn't need to patrol that night, he would've needed so much coffee to stay focused and vigilant.

And he thought it was just one morning, but Harry was apparently a morning person. Jace was not. Having a job that required him to go out all night hunting for bad Downworlders or demons, Jace needed to sleep in until noon. Harry didn't seem to understand that. Even when Jace came home at 2am the wizard just opened his arms and dragged him to bed with sleep in his eyes. And in the morning, when Harry kissed and cuddled and smiled so sweetly at him he just didn't feel the need to say anything to him.

However, it was on the eighth day that he'd had enough. He was almost dead on his feet, and if it weren't for coffee he probably would be dead. Considering he had a lot of long nights from nightmares or rampaging demons, and now a wizard he was dating was doing this, Jace felt a little weak and unmanly.

So, when Harry woke up—the time was nearly 8:30—and started to shake Jace where he lay beside him, he had to confess. He groaned and rolled over to see Harry smiling, but pushed that away. "Harry, love," he began, "I was out all night patrolling the streets for demons. I killed two and one almost bit off my head. I came home at 3 to see you sleeping soundly on the bed and I was covered in goo and blood. And two hours after I fell asleep you woke me up."

Finally, some understanding came into Harry's eyes. He lay back down, head resting on Jace's chest, his uncombed hair tickling his chin. "Love, I'm so, so, sorry." His hand stroked across Jace's stomach. "I guess I can wake up a few hours later, it won't kill me. For you, only you."

Jace puckered his lips. "Kiss," he demanded.

Harry laughed when he looked up. "You're actually really cute like this," he hummed. Harry pecked his lips lightly. "How 'bout I make you a big breakfast?"

"Sure, babe." He shut his eyes, yawning.

Harry laughed. "Don't fall asleep."

The smell of glorious bacon dragged Jace from the bed—and when wouldn't it?— and he stretched before walking out to see Harry cooking, dishes floating about. When Jace had first seen the dishes he'd admittedly been a little shocked even knowing Harry was a wizard, but now it was just something he saw daily. Harry wore a black apron Isabelle got him with 'kiss the cook' written in curvy letters on the front.

"You look good in my kitchen," he said, sitting at the table. "The apron suits you."

Harry chuckled, plating the food and sitting at the table beside him. "As much as leather suits you?"

"Almost."

_BREAK_

The day passed by slowly, with Harry and Jace deciding to stay in for today, as the weather was cold and it looked like snow would be in soon. The afternoon was spent drinking hot cocoa sitting by the fire, cuddling impossibly close while Harry told stories of Hogwarts. Jace knew most of them from books he'd read, but hearing it from Harry's own lips was far different from any piece of paper.

When night came, Alec had called and said they needed to patrol tonight. Harry pouted and complained but promised he'd be waiting up for him when he got back instead of sleeping.

Jace put on his gear and grabbed his blades. Harry was at the door, waiting for him. He looked dejected. "I don't want you to go."

"I know you don't, love. But I have to."

Harry yanked him into his arms despite the blades on his back. His arms were tight and warm around him, and Jace leaned into them comfortably. "Every night you go out I worry about you." He exhaled heatedly, and Jace could feel the worry in his shaking body. "Don't go. Please, not tonight." He pushed closer to Jace, shoving his head into his neck. "Please."

Jace sighed. Harry hadn't worried too much the first night he had to leave and deal with a werewolf problem, but he didn't want him to be nervous while he was away. He rubbed the small of his boyfriends back and said, hopefully soothingly, "Harry, I'm a professional demon hunter. I know what I'm doing."

Harry pulled away to look into his eyes. "Anything can go wrong. I feel like something's going to happen to you."

"I might get a little dirty but I promise you, nothing will happen to me. I have to go now, okay?" Jace kissed his cheek and caressed the spot with his fingers. He stared at him for a moment. There was something like static flowing between them, electric, powerful and wild. He cupped his cheek more firmly. "Harry…"

Harry's eyes were sparkling with tears. "Jace, I…"

Harry kissed him before Jace got the chance to move first. It was intense and hot, and their arms tightened around each other, melding their bodies close like puzzle pieces fitting together. Teeth clattered and tongues battled, and even with the force of the kiss, Jace wasn't hard like he usually would be, but sad that Harry felt they had to kiss like this before he left to his job.

When they broke apart, it felt short and it was not enough. Jace felt alone, and cold, even with Harry standing right there. The electricity faded to a low humming current.

"Be careful," Harry said softly.

Hesitating for a moment, Jace opened the front door and saw Alec outside waiting. He nodded at him, his parabatai nodding back, and turned to Harry. "I will." He shut the door behind him.

Walking with Alec in silence, comfortable silence like Alec knew something was wrong—and he probably did know—all he could think was that that kiss felt like a goodbye.

Short chapter but really just a prelude to the next chapter.

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-Eve