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Jace showed up right on time, with a smile on his face and a red rose in his hand. And he looked amazing. His dark dress slacks and baby blue oxford shirt brought out his lean muscles and golden skin. His hair was slicked back but still artfully messy, with a few pieces hanging over his forehead. As he made his way over to me everything, even the chaos of the store and the appraising glances from women that he was getting, slipped away. And when he wrapped his arm around me and kissed me deeply, I didn't care if I the world around us ever returned; all I needed was Jace.

"Hey," he said as he leaned his forehead against mine and separated our lips.

"Hi," I whispered back.

"Okay, you two are disgusting. Please leave my place of business… now!" Izzy teased, ushering us out the door and into the cold January afternoon. Jace took my hand and led me away. When I asked where we were going, he said it was a surprise. Before long, we were in Williamsburg, at the Brooklyn Art Library. I'd never been there; I assumed it was a library with a focus on art. I know, I'm clever.

"Have you ever been here before?" Jace asked me. I shook my head. "I think you'll like it." Curious, I allowed him to lead me inside the beautiful building. Inside, there was a lively soundtrack playing – strange for a library. As we walked, I noticed that the shelves were lined with books, but not normal books. They were… were they sketchbooks?

"Yeah, they are," Jace replied, smiling at me. Apparently, I'd questioned out loud. "Go take a look, I've got to talk to the librarian for a second, okay?" When I nodded, already lost in the atmosphere around me, he walked away.

I got lost in some of the sketchbooks, full of beautiful works of art. Sketches, watercolors, everything I could ever imagine. I was enamored; I couldn't believe that I'd been in New York for six years and passed this block every week but never went inside the building. I didn't even notice when Jace sat next to me at the table, a large sketchbook in his hand.

"What's that one?" I asked. He handed it to me and when I opened it, I saw that it was blank. I furrowed my brows in confusion, looking to Jace for an explanation.

"Everyone that comes here can make their own contribution to the library. I thought it would cool for the two of us to make a sketchbook together." Immediately, we got started. Before I knew it, hours had passed and we filled the entire book with my sketches, finger paints that Jace had brought with, and a couple of inspiring quotes. When we felt like it looked decent, we handed it in to be laminated and archived. I for one was very proud of our work. As we left hand in hand, I couldn't stop smiling. It had honestly been one of the best dates I'd ever been on. Jace really thought about what I would like and came up with something new and different that was just my style. I mean, art and books, how much more me could it get?

Outside, I pulled on his hand. When we were within an inch of each other, I tugged on his shirt and, as soon as his mouth was within reaching distance (damn being short), I kissed him with all I had. "This was the best date ever," I said as we separated.

"It isn't over yet," he replied, running his hand down my cheek. We ended up at my absolute favorite hole in the wall Thai restaurant. Clearly, Jace had found out what I liked from Izzy. He was really pulling out all the stops. It was great; Jace was great. And as he walked me home, I couldn't help but feel giddy. Everything felt so right. When we got to my door, I was actually nervous, which was totally unlike me. We just stood there, awkwardly staring at each other, hands intertwined.

"You want to come in?" I asked.

"I can't. As much as I want to. I promised Alec I'd help him with a work thing and it's already pushing eleven." He leaned down, his nose brushing mine. When he kissed me, I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my tongue along his lips. He opened his mouth with a surprised grunt, spinning us until my back was against the wall and his arms caged me in. My hands carded through his hair tugging on the ends as his went to my ass, silently telling me to jump. When I did, he picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his hips. The heat was getting unbearable and I broke away from Jace's lips.

"Are you sure you don't want to come in?" I said, biting my lower lip.

He groaned. "Trust me, I really, really want to…" He punctuated the statement with a roll of his hips, sending a shiver through my body. Clearly he wanted something. "But I can't. Come with me on Wednesday, though, to see my parents. Its just dinner, and I'd really like you to be there."

"Okay," I whispered before bringing my lips back to his and rolling my hips into him. With a growl, he was kissing me with more passion and fire than ever before. Just as I was sure he was getting close to coming inside (god, did I need him to come inside), a throat was cleared behind us and we broke apart.

"You guys are seriously dry humping in the hallway? What are we in ninth grade again?" Izzy said, unlocking the front door. Jace released me from his grasp and my feet fell to the floor. "Thank goodness Si and I are never like that."

I laughed, my arms wrapped around Jace's waist. "Oh please, I found you guys going at it outside the building once. You were literally standing on the sidewalk. Thank god it was dark outside." She blushed and entered the apartment. "I'll see you Wednesday?" I asked, turning to Jace.

"Yep, I'll pick you up." He smiled brightly and pecked me on the lips before leaving. For a second, I just stood there, smiling and twirling the rose. Until Izzy told me to get my ass inside, which snapped me out of my haze.

Jace and I didn't see each other on Tuesday, which just increased my anticipation and nerves about family dinner. When Wednesday night rolled around, I was standing nervously in my living room, fidgeting with the expensive sheath dress that Izzy forced me to buy for the occasion. It was "a respectable length, but still alluring" as Izzy put it. I was afraid the deep purple color would clash with my hair, but it actually looked nice. Of course… I should have just admitted Iz knew what the hell she was doing instead of fighting her the whole time. But whatever, I never needed to tell her that.

I was so nervous, mostly because I don't do families. Especially not after one date. But then again, Jace wasn't exactly like my previous boyfriends and it definitely hadn't only been one date. "I can't do this…" I moaned to Izzy, near tears. We were sitting on the sofa, waiting for Jace to come pick me up.

"Yes. You. Can. And don't you dare cry, I will kill you if you mess up your makeup."

"I've literally never met a guy's family. And we've only been on one date. This is stupid. I'm going to call and cancel." As I picked up my phone, Izzy grabbed it and threw it onto the coffee table. Then she took my chin between her hands, forcing me to look at her.

"No, you're not canceling. Clary, you're different with him than any other guy, maybe because you guys were friends first. You like him, maybe even love him. So you are going tonight. And you are going to have fun, or at least pretend to and then complain with Jace about how horrible his parents are. Then the two of you will come here to this empty apartment – yeah, I'm gonna stay at Simon's place, you're welcome – and have crazy hot sex with your boyfriend. Got it?" I just nodded, unable to speak. Those Lightwood siblings had really been kicking my ass lately (what would I do without them?).

When Jace showed up, my heart sped up. He was still wearing his suit from work and I couldn't help but pull him by the tie to latch my lips to his (thank god for high heels!). He looks really, really good in suits. So sue me, I think my boyfriend is hot. His arms wrapped around me, one hand rubbing my lower back soothingly. "So," he whispered as we separated. "On a scale of 1 to 10, how nervous are you?"

"An 11," I said after hesitating for a moment. I wasn't about to lie to him. He helped me into my coat and wrapped my scarf around my neck. "Bye Iz!" I shouted as we readied.

"It will be okay. My parents are kind of the worst people on the planet, but I promise I'll protect you."

"My hero," I swooned sarcastically as we left the apartment and made our way downstairs. He chuckled, but still squeezed by hand tighter. It turns out he'd gotten a car for the evening, which I was so grateful for considering my heels. When we arrived at the Herondale's Upper East Side townhouse, I was once again shaking. But Jace wrapped his arm around me, calming me without words.

They had staff. Like, my parents were wealthy but they didn't have employees at home. I guess considering how big their house was, it was necessary. As the butler helped Jace and I remove our coats, Mrs. Herondale arrived in the foyer.

"Ah, Clarissa, I am so pleased you could make it. Could you and Jonathan, please join us in the dining room? I hope you like duck." She turned away and left before I could even respond. Jace's hand reached out to me and wrapped around mine. It seemed like he was as nervous as I was when he took a deep breath and slowly started walking. I noticed the huge portrait of Jace and a girl I assumed was Cecily over the fireplace in the formal living room. She really was beautiful, with light blonde curls and Jace's amber eyes.

"My mother hates nicknames, you'll never get her to call you Clary, don't even try."

"Father, Mother," Jace greeted formally. His parents were seated at either end of a long table. Jace escorted me to my seat and pulled my chair out before sitting beside me. Such a gentleman.

"Jonathan," his father greeted coolly. Immediately after we sat down, the first course was served. For a while, we ate in silence. I just took turns looking at Jace and then each of his parents. Celine was eating quietly and Stephen was checking his phone between bites.

Finally, Celine Herondale broke the silence as we finished eating. "I spoke to Marie Whitewillow this past weekend. Did you know Kaelie is returning from Europe next week? Such a lovely girl." I could feel Jace grating his teeth as he stiffened in his chair next from me.

"Yes, she was great," he nearly choked out. I tried to stifle a laugh.

"She wants to see you, apparently. You should call her. You two were great together."

"Mother, you do realize Clarissa, who is sitting right next to me, is my girlfriend, right?" He grasped for my left hand under the table, holding it tightly. I knew what he was doing; he was silently encouraging me to ignore his mother's insanity. It was fine, I'm a secure person and I certainly wasn't naïve enough to think he'd never dated besides Aline and me.

"Yes, well, for now… but the Whitewillow's are a great family with strong roots here."

"You mean a lot of money."

"Jonathan, don't speak to your mother like that, she just wants you to be with someone appropriate," Stephen interrupted.

"Father, Kaelie was in rehab in Europe. She's a huge coke addict; you know that. And yet you two still insist that she'd be your perfect daughter in law? Clearly you are delusional!" He slammed his fist down on the table and I jumped a bit. "And Clary here is a Morgenstern, as in Valentine Morgenstern. Is she still not good enough for you?" His parents were silent, their faces turning towards me. Jace stood and took my hand.

"You ready to leave, babe?" he asked. I didn't know what to say. His parents were literally awful. So I just stood, gathered my bag, and nodded. He stormed out of the house, barely giving us enough time to gather our coats.

"What was that?" I asked.

"That was dinner with the Herondales. It's like that pretty much every time. We eat in silence, they criticize or yell. We fight. Then I leave. Welcome to the family!" he said, ushering me into the waiting car. "At least they didn't try to get me together with Aline again."

"They wouldn't do that, would they?"

"Oh, they definitely would. They are awful human beings, Clary. But thank you for coming with me anyway, it meant a lot." I just smiled and leaned into him, resting my head on his shoulder as he pulled me closer. When we got back to my apartment, the driver retrieved a suit bag and small duffle bag out of the trunk of the car and handed them to Jace.

"What's that stuff?" I asked as we exited the elevator on my floor.

"I figured that on the off chance that my parents didn't totally ruin the evening, I could maybe stay. If you don't want me to…" he trailed off. Unlocking the door, I grabbed him by the lapel and dragged him inside, taking the luggage and gracelessly tossing it on the floor.

"Yes." That's all I said. Before he even knew what was happening, I reached up to wrap my arms around his neck and kissed him with every fiber of my being. He immediately reacted, sinking into the kiss and opening his mouth. Our tongues swirled around each other as his arms wrapped around my waist. I walked backwards, never letting go of Jace, until we reached my bedroom door. His wandering hands landed on the zipper of my dress, which he hastily undid. I reached backwards, opening the door for us. The dress slid off my body as we separated. Jace quickly removed his suit jacket and tie and began unbuttoning his shirt. Standing there in only my bra and panties, I was beyond turned on. The dampness between my thighs only increased as Jace undid his shirt and finally removed it. Then, he stalked over to me, picked me up gently, and placed me on the bed. His lips found my neck, where he began kissing and sucking. My hands corded through his blond curls.

"I didn't tell you how fucking hot you looked tonight, Clary," Jace said between kisses. His hands traveled to my chest where they played with my nipples through my bra and they immediately hardened into a painful point. I felt him hard and heavy between my legs as he bucked into me.

"Fuck, Jace, I need you." He reached around me and unclasped my bra, which I slid off my arms. As his mouth went to torture my breasts, my hands lowered to his pants, where I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down slightly. My hand slithered into his boxers, gripping his manhood with my hand. He was bigger than I was used to, with a light dusting of hair, and I could tell that he was hard as a rock as he throbbed in my hand. I swiped my thumb over the tip to collect the pre-cum before running my hand up and down it, savoring his moans.

Jace moved to kiss me again as I continued to grasp his erection. His hard body on top of me made me mewl with need. He pulled away from his kiss. "I need to be inside of you."

"What are you waiting for?" I asked. I didn't move my hand from him as his hands trailed down to my hips, where he hooked his thumbs into my panties and pulled them down. As I released him, he slid my panties off my legs and stood for a moment. He quickly took of his pants and boxers before returning to the bed, where he kissed each of my thighs in turn. Then one of his long fingers was pushing inside me slowly. As he thrusted it in and out of me, I gasped with pleasure, my fingers twisting my nipples in time with his thrusts. Soon, another finger joined. And then another. Before I knew what was happening, Jace changed the angle of his fingers, hitting the soft tissue inside of me that had me arching off the bed and screaming with pleasure. The orgasm washed through me in waves as I tensed and then relaxed. Jace removed his fingers and licked them. "Mmmm, so good," he hummed before rising again to kiss my lips.

I could taste myself on his tongue as it entered my mouth and ran along my lips. Within a minute, I was thrusting upward, trying to encourage him to enter me. Frustrated with his slowness, I groaned. He pulled away from my lips to chuckle in my ear.

"You ready, baby?"

"Yes, fuck, Jace, please," I whined, thrusting up again. He took his cock in his hand and lined up with my entrance. He pushed inside of me quickly and before I knew it he was buried inside me to the hilt. I groaned in pleasure, my nails running down his back and my lips sucking on his neck.

Over and over again he pounded into me and I screamed in pleasure. Never in my entire life could I be described as a screamer. I'd had plenty of sex in my life, but god, it was like Jace was made for me. His pulsing cock was the perfect size to stretch my walls. When he took my legs and put them over his shoulders, he sunk impossibly deeper inside of me and I felt like I was coming apart around him. He kept pushing in and pulling out; his pace was steady and fast. It was indescribable.

"So. Close." I grinded my teeth as I forced out the words. One of his hands came between us, pinching and twisting my bundle of nerves. The tension inside of me kept building as I got closer and closer to the edge. My hands moved to Jace's hair, which I pulled on roughly. And then, suddenly my vision turned white and my ears started ringing. Jace's rhythm faltered as my walls tightened around him and I pulled his hair even harder. "Jace!" I screamed, my back arching off the bed as my orgasm washed over me. He didn't let up, he kept thrusting and pinching and kissing until be was pushing in and out with reckless abandon. The tension in my stomach started to form again as he continued. I knew he was getting close, too.

"No condom," he snapped suddenly. Shit, he was planning on pulling out. Not gonna happen.

"I'm on the pill. Come on Jace, come inside of me. I'm gonna come again, come with me." And he did. Two more thrusts and then he froze inside of me as his pulsing cock released rope after rope of cum. Feeling him frozen on top of me as he came inside of me set me off again, the waves of fire rushing through me as I came for the third time that night.

Eventually, Jace's breathing returned to normal and he pulled out of me, rolling onto his back next to me. "Holy fuck," he murmured.

"I know," I said with a smile. I could feel the fluid dripping out of me and I didn't care as I rolled closer to him, laying my head on his chest. Within minutes, I was sound asleep.

Sorry, no wedding events in this chapter. And I didn't get it done before Thanksgiving (does day of Thanksgiving count because it's not midnight yet, so it's still technically Thanksgiving!). But there was smut, so I hope you all aren't too mad at me.