A.N.: To everyone who's following…uh, damn, I was trying to think of something witty to say. I just hope you're all enjoying it, and I hope it's somewhat like what you'd imagine the forth book (if there was one focused on Jace and Clary) to be. Just FYI, there will probably be some kind of citrus action in every chapter. This is how my mind is wired. I love actual lemons as much as I love fan fictional lemons, which is a lot.

Clary awoke groggily, stretching and smiling for some reason her mind couldn't quite comprehend yet. She felt a warm arm drape around her waist and peeked her eyes open to the most beautiful sight. Jace, smiling and bare chested, laying right there facing her, gazing at her in a way that made her insides melt.

"Hey," he smiled, scooting a little closer to her. "You okay?"

Clary smiled and looked at him wonderingly for a few moments, the night before flooding back into her mind, causing her to blush fiercely. "Yes." She said quietly, closing her eyes.

She heard Jace sigh in relief and press her lips to her forehead, his cool hands coming up to her face to cool her blush. She was about to sigh, but then cut off all breathing as she realized she probably had morning breath.

Her eyes flew open and locked with his molten gold ones. He turned his head a little to the side questioningly and then watched her jump out of bed, completely naked, and sprint to the bathroom. Chuckling he sat up slowly, his abs rippling as he got up and stretched.

His eyes widened, his smile fading a little when he looked down and saw the bed. Clary would be so embarrassed if she saw that! It wasn't bloody but…wow. He pushed back a little bit of proud cockiness. Okay, find sheets…Jace threw on his boxers and moved with efficient speed out of the room, hearing Clary busy brushing her teeth. Oh, that's why she'd ran off. He smiled to himself little while he plucked fresh identical lavender sheets out of the linen closet and went quietly back into the room, where he heard her humming and gargling, rustling around with things.

Once he changed the sheets successfully, he sprinted to the washing machine and threw the sheets in and turned the washer on, pouring soap inside of it then closing the lid. He sighed, satisfied and walked back into the room where he was just in time to hear the shower turn on. He bit his lip, he could use a shower. But if she wasn't comfortable with him in there while she--"Jace?" her voice interrupted his thoughts. He averted his eyes towards the closed door.

It cracked open a little, her green eyes peeking out from behind it. "Shower?" She asked, opening the door a little wider to reveal the already steam filled bathroom.

Jace nodded, relieved that she offered. He'd happily shower with her. Actually, he'd had many fantasies about it before. Sadly, even when he thought they were siblings. He stepped out of his boxers and watched Clary as her cheeks turned crimson while she assessed his body. "Like what you see?" He asked with a cocky white smile.

She made some kind of noise in her throat before turning around and walking to the shower, running her fingers through her hair as she stepped under the water. Jace locked the door and took her toothbrush and squeezed some tooth paste on it. "Hey," Clary complained, not really meaning it. She kind of liked the idea of Jace using her toothbrush.

"It's not like I remember to bring mine," he chuckled and turned to the sink and stuck the toothbrush into his mouth. Clary just stood there silently, under the running water of the shower and checked out his ass. Boy, did he have a nice ass. She stopped looking, closing her jaw which she hadn't realized fell open, and started washing her hair with shampoo.

She heard a rustling and kept her eyes closed, her head thrown back under the water as Jace stepped into the shower.

He cleared his throat, causing Clary to open her eyes. He was watching her, very closely, his eyes skimming over her body slowly, causing a jolt of heat to shoot between her thighs. "I need to shower too you know," he said, seeming amused when his eyes finally met hers.

"Right," Clary sucked in a deep breath and wow, the shower smelled like Jace too, like soap and fresh laundry, yet, manly. Another jolt of heat shot between her thighs as she moved aside for him and ducked to the loofa and her grapefruit body wash. It started coming out of the loofa, but sputtered when she squeezed it. "Damn it, I'm going to kill Magnus."

"Good luck with that," Jace chuckled, the hair soaking his silky golden locks. "Why?" He asked after he squeezed shampoo in his hair. Clary was staring while she washed herself. "Uh…because he--he used up my body w-wash…" she said distractedly.

This made Jace look over at her, that devilish smile working at the corners of his mouth as he said, "Enjoying the view?"

"Yes," Clary answered boldly, then blushed and turned away a little bit. She heard Jace chuckle then start to wash the soap out of his hair.

He looked over at her when she still didn't turn around, "Water's free," he said, stepping aside and gazing at the slenderness of her hips, slight curves starting to make their selves known.

She stepped under the water, and said, almost inaudibly, "I'm wet."

He quirked an eyebrow and looked at her looking at her feet while she rinsed her body. "I can see that."

"No, Jace, I mean…I'm wet." This was the term that most people used when they were aroused right? She bit her lip and looked up at him through her lashes.

Jace frowned for a moment, his brow furrowed as he scrubbed his body. "Oh…" he said finally, understanding and feeling his pulse start to race. "Oh." Slowly, he said, "And what would you like me to do about that?"

Clary felt another jolt of heat go between her thighs as he understood her words, his voice turning a bit husky when he questioned her. She looked up at his eyes, seeing his pupils dilated as much as they could be, she was sure hers were too. As they looked each other, one thing became apparent between them; lust, and it was strong.

When Clary still didn't say anything, Jace stepped forward and tilted her chin up, crashing his lips to hers with a ferocity that took her breath away.

He pushed her slowly under the water against the wall of the shower and ran his hands up the sides of her body greedily. They roamed her the back of her thighs, her butt, her back, back to the front of her hips. She could hear him breathing heavily as his hands roamed every possible inch of her skin. She gasped when he splayed his hand on her stomach, his fingers pressing lightly against her tummy.

She moaned, her hands automatically flying up to his neck as his tongue twined with hers. Even under the fall of the shower and their heavy breathing, she could hear the thunder. She felt his muscles tense and untense under his fingers, and knew he was working to suppress a groan.

She broke away from her lips with a gasp before they re-attached themselves to his again, more passionately, her hands sliding down from his neck and running slowly along his collar bone and down to his muscled chest. All of his muscles rippled under her touch. When she touched his back, squeezed his ass, and ran her hands along his abdomen, they each contracted different sounds from him, ones she never knew he could make and that she could provoke.

Her hands went down to his hips and went lower, but not by much. She was still too inexperienced to play with just yet.

She cried out when she felt Jace's fingers slide inside of her slick arousal, her eyes drooping almost closed as they watched each other become more and more aroused. She could feel his large erection pressing against her thigh and automatically grinded against it, eliciting a loud moan from Jace.

Clary moaned loudly when his fingers twisted slightly inside of her as he changing their positions, him going to stand behind her, his erection pressing against her backside while his other arm wrapped around her waist. She leaned against him as his fingers thrusted slowly in and out of her, his other hand kneading her breast before going to rub at her sensitive nub.

She moaned softly and let her eyes close all the way now, basking in the feel of Jace's erection pressed against her, the feelings that he--the only man she'd ever love--pleasured her with his skillful hands. Minutes went by of her moaning and panting, a warm coil building in her belly all the while Jace used his fingers to drive her towards her climax.

She felt her walls tighten the slightest bit around Jace, causing him to groan as her tightness, the knot building in Clary's lower belly coiling tightly and getting hotter as he continued his ministrations. She panted, feeling the steam rise off of her chest and threw her head back against her shoulder, looking up at him with pure lust, love, and desire in her deep emerald eyes.

The sight of her coming was almost too much for Jace, but he made intense eye contact with her as he watched her lips part slightly, a low cry turning into a loud moan escaping from her lips as her walls constricted tightly around his fingers. "Jace," she breathed, as he milked her of her climax and bent down on his knees. She looked down at him in wonder and then cried out as he wrapped his strong arms around her thighs and pressed her against the shower wall, making her bend at the waist while his tongue licked all along her tender clit and rubbed sensually against her nub.

Slowly, he stood and kissed her slowly, "How was that?" He asked huskily, his tawny eyes piercing into hers.

She panted, "Great," she licked her lips, "but…" she started hesitantly, "I'm not quite sure that we're finished…" she looked down at his huge erection.

Jace looked down and back up into her eyes. "I don't want to pressure you to do anything you don't want--I'll be fine." He shrugged like it wasn't at all painful not to be able to thrust into her right at that second. He wanted things to be right with her, he wouldn't penetrate her if he wasn't wearing a condom. He wouldn't. Plus, if he got her pregnant, Luke would likely kill him, or tear him to shreds with his canines.

Clary sucked in a deep breath. She just had the urge--she didn't know if it was primal instinct--to wrap her mouth around his erection and suck on it like a lollipop. "I want to…I just, don't know what to do." She said, looking at him with alluring dark green eyes, "Can you tell me how?"

Jace sucked in a ragged breath. "I-I suppose," he watched her in awe as she got down on her knees in front of him and hesitantly started to wrap her hand around his erection.

He groaned loudly and felt his hips buck involuntarily. She pulled her hand off, "Did I hurt you?"

"N-no," he stuttered, his knees feeling the need to buckle on him.

Clary swallowed and wrapped her hand around his erection again, she moved it up and down slightly, which made Jace's eyes roll back in his head. "Should I…do this?" She started stroking his whole length.

"Yes, god…Clary, don't stop." Jace groaned and braced himself against the shower wall, panting and squeezing his eyes shut as the love of his life stroked him. He cried out suddenly when he felt something hot start to engulf hit length. His eyes flew open, looking down towards Clary taking his length into her mouth, her hand stroking what length she couldn't take.

Jace thrusted further into her mouth, his hand going to thread into her hair and push her mouth down onto her. She moaned around him and took as much of him in as she could without gagging, and sucked and swirled her tongue, causing Jace to curse out a string of profanities. "Clary--ahh, I'm close. Really clo--" he cried out, and without any warning came into her mouth. Where she--oh god, she just kept sucking, bless her--and working him down from his climax slowly, then swallowed.

Oh my god. Jace felt his knees buckle and sank onto his knees across from Clary and pushed her down onto the shower floor and kissed her heatedly, as long as he could without becoming aroused again. "You are amazing," he told her, smoothing her fiery red hair back and helping her upright. They both gaze at each other fiercely for a few moments until they both decided they needed to finish up their shower.

When they both stepped out, they felt completely refreshed, and couldn't seem to stop kissing each other until Clary heard it--the front door opening and footsteps.

"Oh my god!" She whisper yelled.

"Clary?" That was Luke. "Are you here? We're home."

"Oh," she heard Jocelyn sigh and plop down somewhere, "what a long night."

There was silence for a long moment while Jace and Clary looked at each other with horrified eyes. Then, thankfully, someone turned on the shower in Luke's bathroom. But she heard footsteps getting closer, going towards her room.

Groping for a plan Clary quickly wrapped a towel around her drenched body and sprinted into her room, diving for Jace's clothes and feeling something wooden clatter to the floor.

"Clary, are you in there?" Luke asked, tapping lightly at her door.

Shoot. "Uh, yeah, I'm getting dressed, just got out of the shower." There was a moment of silence where she heard absolutely no breathing, then her mother broke it.

"Luke, all the hot water is out." Jocelyn whined and sighed heavily.

She heard Luke inhale deeply and started to back up to the bathroom towards Jace, who was as still as a marble angel statue.

"Clary just got out of the shower," he called to her, his voice guarded, his footsteps--thankfully--fading into a different room.

Clary let out a sigh of relief and shoved Jace's clothes at him, then went to pull on a form-fitting navy blue cable knit sweater and dark blue hip-hugging jeans. Gifts, from her mother. Jace seemed to approve as she walked back into the bathroom, his eyes roving over her as she ran some Silk and gel through her hair, making her now drying fiery ringlets soft and tame.

"What do we do?" She whispered very quietly. "I think Luke might have smelled you."

Jace shook his head, part assurance, part denial.

All Clary saw was the confident Jace she'd come to love with all her heart. "No, I don't think so." he whispered back to her, sliding his stele out of his pocket. "Come on rune girl, time to brew up a plan."

"What do you--" Clary cut off as a rune flashed in her head. Oval, shaped kind of like an eye, with a slash going through it slanting to the side. When she searched for the meaning, she came up with, "Disguise," she said out loud, bracing the stele. "Give me your shoulder."

Jace smirked and whispered, "Any excuse for me to take my shirt off." And pulled it up despite his words and grinned cockily back at her.

"Shut up," she growled and stepped closer, tracing the rune with an artists finesse on his shoulder and then…he just…disappeared. Oh no!

"Jace!" She whisper yelled. She felt something tug lightly at her shirt and hot breath at her ear.

"I'm right here," he told her, "damn, when you said you could create new runes, you weren't kidding." He was invisible. To her eyes, but what about…she leaned forward and sniffed, smelling nothing. She smiled brightly, excited it worked and handed him his stele, which he took. It blended in immediately with his body.

"Let's get out of here," she told him, walking into her room and slipping on her shoes, feeling Jace at her heels as she pulled open the door and walked out into the kitchen. Luke and her mother were drinking coffee together silently.

"Hello Clary," Jocelyn's eyes looked smug and pleased as she saw Clary wearing the clothes she'd bought her.

"How was your night?" Luke asked carefully, looking like he was waiting for a waterfall. Oh, right, he didn't know her and Jace were together again. A light bulb went on in her head immediately; the perfect excuse to get out of the house quickly.

"It was…" Clary tried to sound sad, but amended. "okay. I had a lot to think about, which is why I'm headed over to the Institute right now to talk to Jace."

Jocelyn and Luke looked relived, like they'd avoided a major storm and bid goodbye to her as she pulled on her fluffy white coat and stepped outside into the rain. She stopped abruptly, causing Jace to run into her as she reached back for an umbrella.

"I'll be back," she called, holding back a giggle from the stumble and stepped outside and popped open the umbrella. She knew Jace was walking under it, staying quiet until it was safe to talk. That's when he appeared again. Her beautiful golden god of a boyfriend. "Geez Jace, ever heard of a coat?"

He gave her an amused glance. "Well if I recall…my only leather jacket was destroyed…" his teeth peeked out from behind his lips.

Clary blushed. "Yeah, sorry." She thought back to that day, on the ship, when that thing had dug its claws into his jacket, a dozen razored claw marks that made his jacket seem practically shredded. When Maia had told her Simon was dead, when she'd drawn the rune on the hard walls and practically made the steel melt off. But Jace, that day, he'd saved Simon, who he didn't really even like, by giving him his blood. Such a selfless thing he did, just because he knew Clary would be utterly broken if he died.

She laced her fingers with his after he took the umbrella with his free hand and pecked her on the cheek. "Hey, look at the bright side, Alec's got a ton of sweaters."

Clary groaned, "Oh no."

***

Clary sighed, satisfied, and licked honey syrup off her lips from her coconut pancakes at Taki's. "You know, we'll have to start making that a ritual."

"Do you want to fork out the cash?" Jace asked, sounding amused, as they walked through the Institute's doors. He closed the umbrella, took her hand, and led them through the cathedral and towards the elevator doors.

Clary smacked him on the shoulder, "No I do not. Especially since I'm not the one that eats so much." She scowled at him.

But Jace only smiled back, loving her temper. "Is it so wrong to have a healthy appetite, Clarissa?"

"Don't call me Clarissa," Clary held back a smile and smacked him in the shoulder again. He flinched, pretending that it hurt. "Besides, I don't think sweet potato fries and spaghetti fra diavolo counts as healthy."

Jace gave her a slow, sexy smiled that drove her insane. "Touché." The elevator doors opened and revealed the usual couch that Max--Clary's heart panged a little--used to sleep on. But Jace didn't stop, he just led her toward his room, which was--unfortunately--past the kitchen. They both smelled something unpleasant wafting into their noses from under the door as they walked by.

Clary whispered contemptuously, "Izzy." Which caused Jace to snicker and pull her faster down the hallway, for fear of being one of Isabelle Lightwood's taste testers. Clary cringed at the thought, remembering the horrid smell of the peanut-fish-olive-tomato soup.

When they reached his room he ushered her in quickly and closed the door, taking in deep breaths of fresh air. Clary sat on his bed and looked around his monk-like room as he changed into fresh clothes and ran a brush through his fine, silky, golden halo of hair.

It was bare except for a small scroll that said: IN LOVING MEMORY OF MAXWELL LIGHTWOOD: SON, BROTHER, FRIEND. It also had a picture of Max, from what Clary could see, on it. She wondered if Jace's grief over his lost brother was worse than he was letting on. She wondered how everyone else was doing too, because even she, someone who had barely known the boy, was a little grief stricken. He'd also reminded her of Simon. And he'd been so young.

Her head turned towards Jace, effectively snapping her out of her reverie, when he started opening all of his drawers and neatly sifted through them. "Dammit," he muttered when he came up empty handed.

"What?" Clary asked curiously, wondering what he had been searching for.

He cursed under his breath, "Nothing." he said, biting on the inside of his cheek and sparing a couple glances at Clary before he said, "Well…I was just looking for some--" he turned a little red, "condoms. You know, just in case…if we ever decide to…" he sighed and gave her a hopeful look, one that begged her to understand what he was saying as he made his way over to sit next to her.

Clary knew what he meant right off the bat, and out of all the things there was to say, she said, "Oh. We'll need a lot of those." She said, nodding vigorously.

Jace gaped, frozen mid-stride.

Clary turned away and blushed furiously, realizing what she'd just said, but somehow couldn't bring herself to discredit it. She looked back at Jace and realized he was blushing just as furiously as her.

"You like it that much huh?" He asked, looking and sounding coy.

Clary glared, "Don't let it go to your head, it's already big enough." She stood and walked towards his door.

Jace thawed, "Hey! Where are you going?" He grabbed her arm lightly, walking towards her, hooking his arm around her hip.

"It's time for a trip to the store, I think." Clary said opening his door and pulling him out with her.

"For what--oh, right." He chuckled a little and followed her, still in shock of her earlier words. He was officially, from this day forward, the happiest man--or er, teenager, or whatever--alive.

He pulled her in for a long, pulse-racing kiss as they descended in the elevator.

***

Wal-Mart. It was huge, intimidating, and they were shadow hunters. It was pathetic. Well, not really, if you considered that no matter how many different Wal-Marts you go to, there'll always be a huge tremendous cluster fuck of people.

"How does anyone find their way around this place?" Clary asked Jace, clinging to his strong arm as he led her with sure confidence through the store.

"Not sure," he said, looking at the content of the isles overhead, oblivious to all the lustful stares from women--and even men, he was getting. Clary fought the urge to stick her tongue out at him, and then down Jace's throat.

She would never really understand why he loved her, but she supposed that's the way love worked sometimes. Sometimes you just…fell. It could hurt, or it could feel good. It hurt at first, when they'd thought they were siblings, but now that they knew that weren't, well, life was pretty damn sweet.

Oddly, Simon popped up into her head, and she wondered what he was doing at this very moment, if not somewhere with Isabelle, given she decided to leave the Institute. The damned weren't allowed on hallowed ground.

"Ahh, here we are," Jace murmured, pulling Clary toward the isle that stocked lubricant, condoms, and other sexual necessities, or even just things to take care of those particular organs, male or female.

Clary walked a little ahead of him, eager to browse all of a sudden, only to be yanked back right at she started to round the corner. "What the hell J--" he cupped his hand over her mouth, his eyes wide and scared.

"J--" she started when his hand let her mouth.

"Shhh!" he hissed, shaking his head rapidly and pulling her back more. She swatted at him uselessly until he pulled started to pull her back. And then she lost her footing, only her head being able to see around the isle. Jace caught her before she fell and pulled her back.

Clary fought giggles and squeals of surprise. "That was Alec!" she exclaimed quietly, green eyes wide.

"I'm not blind Clary, I saw him." Jace said quietly, pulling her into the shampoo isle. "We'll just have to wait for him to leave…" he trailed off, looking around and seeming alert as he leaned his head out of the isle.

Clary did the same, "What do you think he's doing there? Do you think he's cheating on Magnus?" Clary couldn't think of any other reason he'd be on that isle…unless there was another reason.

Jace sighed, "Really Clarissa, don't you know?"

"Know what?" she asked confusedly, looking up at him looking down the sides of the isles.

"Lubrication is needed to--" he started bluntly, but Clary cut him off.

She cringed, "Please, I get it now…just shhh…"

"Oh, now you shhh?" Jace rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her up and down the isle and towards the next one urgently.

"What is it this time?" Clary asked, annoyed. They both rounded a corner before someone else strode onto the isle they'd been in previously.

"Alec darling," a very familiar voice beckoned.

"Magnus!" Clary mouthed, looking at Jace with astonished eyes as he pulled them to the edge of the isle. The one between the lube and condoms and the hair products. He peeked around the corner after Clary and saw Magnus striding down the isle and looking at the shampoo.

Clary's mouth dropped open in astonishment. Magnus was actually dressed…well, normal, as normal as was and could be for him. No mesh top, but he was wearing some kind of weird sparkly blue shirt, black pants, and a long black trench coat. He had no makeup on, and no glitter anywhere, not even in his hair, which looked freshly washed and hung around his face in a dark halo.

Her and Jace both whirled went something behind them clattered to the floor. And there was Alec, open-mouthed, looking horrified with a dropped bottle of lube on the floor and something Clary didn't even want to know what was in his hands. "Oh my god," he breathed, looking like he'd rather be attacked by a Ravenor demon than be standing right there.

"Jace and Clary," Magnus sounded behind them. "What a small world."

Jace let his arm drop from Clary's waist and kept his expression cool as he bent down and picked up the bottle of lube and handed it to Alec, "This never happened," he said, looking from Clary, to Magnus, to Alec again.

"Definitely," Alec nodded quickly, "never, ever happened."

"See you back home." Jace said and hooked his arm around Clary's waist again and pulled her to the sexual necessities isle.

Clary worked to hold back manic giggles, and she could tell Jace was too. She covered his mouth and he covered hers until they saw Alec and Magnus walk past the isle towards the check out stand. Jace counted to five with his slender, graceful fingers and they both let go of each other's mouths and burst into laughter. They laughed until they both started tearing up and felt the urge to start hacking. "Oh that was--" Jace started.

"--priceless." Clary finished for him and giggled, then coughed, their laughter starting to slow. She turned slowly toward the condoms and was taken aback at how many different kinds there were.

Jace looked at her questioning for a moment, then nodded to the condoms with his chin. "Which ones?"

"I pick?" Clary asked, her nose scrunching up as she regarded several different packages.

Jace raised his eyebrows, "Just pick one," his tone was challenging. He looked like he wanted to see what she'd pick.

"Uh…" Clary looked all around until her eyes landed on a colorful box. "This one." she pointed to it, but made no move to take it. She was feeling a little unsure and shy. It's not like she had experience picking out condoms.

Jace pulled it off of the shelf, looking amused, "Variety pack…" he chuckled. "Twelve or twenty four?"

"Twenty four." Clary said automatically.

Jace put on his infuriatingly sexy cocky grin, "Alright," he shrugged.

"Just because I don't want to come back here anytime soon…" Clary came up with an excuse, not knowing whether it was true or not. She'd been calculating how long twelve would last and came up with less than ten days…in her wildest dreams. Man, that'd be so nice…she stopped herself, already thinking about going at it again and again with him. He was like a freaking drug! A sexy, golden, handsome drug.

They paid for the condoms and headed back to the Institute.

Clary took half of them with her back home, her eyes widening as what some of the packages claimed they did. "You picked them," Jace said with a smirk.

"Yeah well, you didn't stop me," Clary pushed him playfully and kissed him softly on the lips before turning on her heel and heading home for the night. She needed the walk home to think of a good place to hide all those condoms. She had a feeling Luke was going to start to get snoopy.

A.N.: REVIEW REVIEW! It makes me write faster. Seriously, I didn't plan on updating until the 23rd, now look. Heh. Any who! RICKY ULLMAN FOR SIMON AND ALEXANDER SKARSGARD FOR VALENTINE! We already know there can be no other man for Jace but Alex Pettyfer, agreed? So, what do you think of my picks for Simon and Valentine? Hmm? J