Hey hey! I know you missed Jace and Clary, so just for you guys a little bit of lemonade in this chapter! It wasn't planned but I think it fits in quite well!

The plan is finally in action!

Enjoy, Lilly

Chapter Five: Tempted

Clary was very aware of eyes ogling her as she waited with Isabelle in front of the Vera Wang Store. She understood why. She had been in such a hurry when she had left her house that she had slipped into the first clothes she could find, which consisted of a straight, high-waist-mid-thigh skirt with the picture of an old rainbow striped Mini parked on the grass in front of a castle with a short loose orange top and orange flat sandals. The result was original and sophisticated but it made Clary feel uncomfortable. Isabelle was leaning against the wall with her new engagement-ringed hand gently rubbing her belly, shooting murderous glares to any man who dared approach Clary.

"Where the hell is Magnus?" Isabelle exclaimed. Clary shrugged. "Well we better go inside before you get eye-raped by some idiotic moron," she suggested.

Clary shook her head, a smile on her lips.

"I know you don't need one, but you could have at least put a bra on," Isabelle reprimanded her. "No wonder we're being harassed by half the New York male population."

"We're not!" Clary replied, crossing her arms on her chest, blushing.

"Sorry; the unmarried and unengaged New York male population," Isabelle rectified with a smirk.

"Let's just go inside," she scowled, her hand already on the door's handle.

"Clary! Izzy!"

The girls turned around. "Finally," Isabelle muttered. "We need to buy him a watch."

Clary was about to scowl again at Isabelle when her eyes caught the sight of blond hair just behind her colorful-looking friend. "Jace?"

He sauntered toward her,

Jace smiled. "Surprise," he said, scooping her off the floor, his lips already on hers. She wrapped her hands around his neck, tangling her fingers in his baby-soft curls and sighed against his mouth.

Magnus coughed loudly and Jace let Clary go. "Hey Aline," she greeted with an honest smile.

The fair haired girl – since when has Aline's hair been blond and not black, Clary wondered – glared at her, looking scornfully at what she was wearing. "Bitch," she thought she heard but when she turned her head to her, Aline just smiled the most hypocritical smile ever. Clary decided to ignore her; she never really liked Aline anyway. Her husband's personal assistant was stuck to him like an overly-perfumed leech.

He was about to say something but stopped abruptly. "What is it that you're wearing?"

"Don't you recognize one of my brilliant pieces when you see one?" Magnus laughed. "And I must say Clary: Bravo, the combination is just perfect and Izzy, the blue leather belt to cut the long drape of the dress is pure genius." He shortly applauded them while Jace's expression had stiffened.

Jace took Clary's hand and kept her close to him. She rolled her eyes and smiled.

"Am I the only one who wants to know why you didn't tell me you were getting married?" Alec almost shouted, slowly losing his composure.

"Simon said he'd call you," Isabelle answered, her hands on her hips. "It's not my fault if you can't bother to pick up the damn phone. Beside, you're all invited to dinner at our place. Mom and Dad are going to be there."

Alec looked surprised and exchanged a look with Jace who undiscernibly nodded. "Ok," he said. "Sorry."

Isabelle's irritation instantly vanished and she hugged her brother. Just behind him, staring at them, was a young man with dark hair and brown eyes. She frowned. "What is it?" Alec asked. "Is the baby okay?"

"Is this creep following you?" she asked, pointing an accusing finger at him.

"This is Sebastian," Jace said laughing. "He's a colleague."

Sebastian stepped forward and extended a hand to Clary who shook it shyly. "I'm Clary," she introduced herself when he released her hand.

"My wife," Jace added with a smirk and Sebastian looked startled.

"Your wife? I don't think I've seen it mentioned in your file," Sebastian said.

Alec's eyes went wide and Jace looked as if he were considering punching him. Sebastian realized that if Magnus knew about the Agency, this didn't necessarily mean that Clary knew. He slapped himself mentally.

"Your file? Like an employee's file?" Clary asked. "Oh, you worked in Human Resources?"

"Yes!" Sebastian, Jace and Alec exclaimed together. "That is exactly what I do."

Jace looked at Clary, a mask of shy innocence and confusion painted on her face. He would have kissed her right now, if he didn't think she would have found it weird. "Well, we've been married for over two years, so maybe it's time you changed that," she said and shrugged.

"And I'm Isabelle Lightwood, Alec's sister. Sorry about the 'creep' part by the way," Isabelle apologized.

"No problem, Ma'am," Sebastian said, shaking her hand in turn.

Isabelle bit down her lip and flinched at the sound of "Ma'am" but flashed a fake smile at Sebastian.

"What's he doing here?" she asked. "What are you all doing here for that matter? Magnus should be here ,but you guy shouldn't, and we all know how important work is for you bankers. So what gives?"

"Iz, be happy instead of being suspicious. Besides it can't be good for the baby or your mental stability," Clary said, intertwining her fingers with Jace's.

"They need a favor," Magnus started, he pointed at Sebastian. "This fine looking specimen here needs a makeover before his first date with a lady tonight. And I thought that with my genius, Clary's artistic visions and Isabelle's keen sense of fashion, he would be in good hands."

"Consider us the credit card," Jace said.

"Did I ever consider you as anything else?" Isabelle asked with a smirk.

"Not bad, Lightwood," Jace answered, bowing in respect.

"I learned from the master, Herondale," she smiled.

"You two are worse than real siblings you know that?" Alec said. Clary laughed.

"So I reckon you are in?" Magnus asked.

"Well, we were planning on taking a bridal appointment," Clary started.

"Don't move," Magnus said and disappeared in the store. He came out only a few minutes later, a white flower-printed paper in his hands. "There," he said putting the card in Isabelle's bag. "For the day after tomorrow."

"What?" Isabelle and Clary gasped. "How did you do that? There's a two-month waiting list!"

"I'm WolfsBane," Magnus simply whispered, twinkles sparkling in his eyes. "I don't wait for anything. Let's go."

xXx

"Damn it," she groaned.

Clary was desperately trying to zip a blue printed shirt up, but it seemed impossible, unless she could somehow dislocate her shoulder. She was standing in front of the full-length mirror in a fitting room's cabin, her orange top laying at her feet with her bag. She sighed and mumbled unintelligible curses under her breath. While waiting for Sebastian to get out of the beauty salon, they had decided to pass the time by shopping at Macy's.

"Is everything okay, honey?" Jace asked against the door.

"No, I can't zip up the damn thing," Clary explained, half whining in frustration.

"Let me in."

She unlocked the door and, before she could realize what was happening her legs were wrapped around Jace's waist. "What are you–?"

"There can't be the both of us in here," he explained. "Feet," he added to her confused face, gesturing at the door with his head.

"Right," Clary said. "And how do you explain that the shirt you were supposed to zip up for me is now on the floor?" she asked.

"Just an extra touch," Jace smiled.

"You know you can put me on the bench?" Clary asked.

"Where is the fun in that?" Jace replied, kissing her shoulder which sent uncontrollable shivers through Clary.

Clary shook her head. "Where are the others?"

"I don't really want to talk about them right now," Jace answered.

"Oh no, I know that look," Clary warned. "We're not having sex in Macy's fitting rooms!"

"Why not?" Jace asked, his hands resting on the back of her thighs slowly pulling up her skirt.

"Well, for starters I'm not in the mood." That was a lie and obviously it was painted all over her face. She went on anyway. "Second–"

She was interrupted by Jace's mouth gently brushing hers. "We never got to finish what we started this morning in the shower."

"And you want to continue that now?" Clary exclaimed and he nodded. "That's really not a good idea," she said but the last words were lost in a half-cried moan as Jace ran his tongue through the valley between her breasts.

"We'll have to be very quiet," he told her and all she could do was nod, biting her lip.

She kissed him hungrily then, unbuttoning his shirt as fast as her trembling hands could. Every trace of doubt or reluctance had vanished. He kept on kissing her: neck, mouth, shoulder, breast, stomach, he seemed to be everywhere at once, leaving her skin hot and burning. Her whole body was aching as Clary unzipped his pants. He tried to pull her skirt high enough so he could take her panties off but she stopped him.

"Am I still grounded?" he asked, half-smirking half-panting.

"No," she answered. "Don't ruin my skirt, I don't want to go home in my panties."

He nodded, suppressing a laugh, and took it off hastily. He kissed her again and she opened her mouth, letting their tongues battle for dominance. He pinned her against the cold wall, and she buried her head in his shoulder when he slid his fingers into her wet panties.

She shut her eyes and tightened her grip around him, clenching her teeth, her muscles tensed.

"Jace," she moaned, pressing him harder against her.

He smiled as she clutched his hair. Her panties landed on the floor seconds later, then his boxers.

She reached for him then, and guided him inside her. She clung to him fiercely as they bucked and panted together in a frantic rhythm. Clary's head shot up, with each thrust she felt as if Jace was opening her anew. Her mind was still conscious that at any moment someone could come in and catch them. She looked at Jace's beautiful face, tense with desire, and everything else disappeared as they moved together, the hot burning always increasing. Her hands had left his hair and were freely exploring his chest, tracing each line of muscle with the tip of her finger. The fear of hurting his bruised skin had vanished the night before. She put both her hands on her mouth, praying that she wouldn't scream. Sweat rolled down her forehead and into her eyes. Through the blur of sweat rolling in her eyes, she could she Jace smile as he pushed himself deeper into her, holding her with strong hands, mastering his strength and keeping her gasping and wanting more.

She found his mouth, and crushed hers against it. She felt as if she were going insane. She needed to scream and moan and tell him how much she loved him, how much she loved this.

"Jace," she whispered, her voice tight and unsteady.

Three short knocks on the door of the cabin made her jump. Jace on the other hand, didn't stop, but he sensibly slowed down.

"Ma'am, is everything ok?" a concerned voice asked. "Do you need anything?"

"N–no," Clary said, ignoring Jace's grin as he lightly licked a pink nipple. She tried to move and take a deep breath but it only increased the pleasure. "I – oh God – the dress – it's tight but it's okay."

"Okay," the female voice answered and Clary relaxed at the sound of heels walking away.

The pace picked up almost as soon as the sound faded. She rested her head against the wall, letting Jace do whatever he wanted to her. She arched her back as if she could press herself harder against him, her skin on fire. There was so much to feel: his burning hands on her thighs, his nails digging into her skin without hurting her, his mouth sometimes on her throat, sometimes on her mouth, and sometimes on her breasts. Clary felt she might explode from desire.

She bit her lip as hard as she could and lost control as her body shook with spasms…

Once they were dressed again and Clary had smoothed her hair with her hands, she kissed Jace's lips and they went out of the cabin, acting as naturally as possible. The woman with the heels frowned, then smiled.

"I'll take it," Clary said, lifting the shirt up.

"And thanks for the service," Jace added with a grin. "It was impeccable, as usual."

xXx

Pandemonium wasn't Tatiana Pangborn's first choice for a party, but her friends insisted on going and she didn't want to spend the night wandering the streets of New York looking for something better to do. If only people knew what could go on down there, they would probably think twice about coming at all.

She wasn't much of a party enthusiast but her friend Jessamine had finally graduated from college and wanted to celebrate it with what she liked to call "a wild night out". The club was very dark, as usual, and Tatiana found herself wrapped in artificial smoke. Her voice was drowned out by the booming of the music as she tried to call for her friends who were already on the dance floor. She sighed and walked to the bar where she sat on a stool.

"What can I get you, honey?" the bartender, a tall man with spiky green hair, dark blue lipstick, and tattoos spiraling around the large biceps of his arms, asked with a smirk.

"Vodka martini," Tatiana answered without smiling back. "And don't call me honey."

"A feisty one, I love those," he said, licking his lips, detailing her outfit.

She crossed her hands on her chest, covering the top part of her silver bustier dress. He put the drink on a coaster in front of her.

"On the house," he offered.

Tatiana faked a smile and took the glass to her lips. But before her lips dipped into the transparent liquid, she stopped. He was looking at her intently. She knew exactly what it meant and she squinted and saw the remaining of the microscopic pill evaporating in thousands of bubbles. The rage flew through her at the speed of light, she threw the glass in the bartender's face who screamed in surprise – a high pitched girl's scream. Momentarily blinded, he didn't have time to see her reach for his neck across the bar and could only scream some more when his face went crashing against the hard painted metal in a sickening noise.

Tatiana spun around, flipping her hair above her shoulder and marched away, her hands knotted in two fists. She peered through the dancing crowd, looking for Jessamine but she couldn't make out her single head. The dancers seemed to move as one, jumping together, rocking back and forth together, moving their head from left to right together. She took her phone out and texted her, saying she was going to leave, and shoved her phone back in her blue clutch. She turned around and –

"Hey!" she shrieked as an ice cold liquid poured down the cleavage of her dress. She took a deep breath, remembering what her father used to say about anger management. She clenched her teeth together.

"Sorry," the young man said, his face a mask of fear. "I'm so stupid!"

She looked at him, a smile pulling the corner of her lips up. He was beautiful, casually dressed in a short sleeved white T-shirt that glowed purple in the ultra-violet light, revealing an intricate pattern of tattoos on his left arm and along his neck, and black jeans. His ink black hair tangled on the top of his head, and his dark eyes still focused on cleaning the sticky mess of his glass' content off her dress, without even realizing how close he was to actually rubbing her breasts. She bit her lip and put two fingers under his chin, lifting his head to her eye level. His cheeks slightly flushed.

"I'm so sorry," he repeated, his voice lowering as the full impact of her beauty hit him. He shook his head. "I'll pay for the cleaner, I–" He took out his wallet from his back pocket.

"I'm Tatiana," she said.

"Se– Declan," he answered, offering her a sticky hand. She looked at it and laughed. "Sorry," he said again.

"Do you want to get out of here?" she asked.

"I– Sure," he said as she slipped a hand around his waist and gently pushed him outside of the club.

Just for info: Tatiana is not a bad person, she's just not a woman to be messed with ^^

R&R

See you soon,

Lilly.