A.N.: Ahh, let me just start by saying I'm sorry, and to enjoy, and that there's a note at the end from pathetic little ole' me XD

"Jace, you're stalling," Clary said, sitting in the training room, stretching with him. They'd gone over the same routine over and over again. Legs, arms, etc… at least three times already.

He turned his head away from her, reaching for the other heel. "I am not," he said indignantly. "I'm simply biding ti-"

Clary swatted the back of his head, not enough to hurt, but enough to let him know to cut the crap. He stood up, looking down at her and rubbing his head. He wasn't saying anything…he just looked, partially amused. "You know what," she stood up, giving him serious attitude, "when I get attacked by a demon on the street by myself, you're going to regret stalling," she said as a matter-of-factly.

"You're right, I am stalling. But it's worked for the past," he looked at the clock on the soft padded wall of the training room, "forty-five minutes. Please tell me you weren't thinking of how to tell me to stop stalling that whole time." An even more amused look crossed his handsome features.

Clary let her mouth hang open a little, putting her hands on her hips. "Are you serious?" She…well, about the last fifteen minutes she had actually been trying to think of a convincing argument to get him to stop being so…protective.

"Not really," he said with a cute little smile that stole her heart for all of two seconds before she womaned up and pushed him backwards as lightly as she could—just in case.

He didn't move. Maybe a couple centimeters but that was it. "Going to have to try harder than that Clarissa," he opened his arms up as she fisted her hand and swung at his jaw. He caught it effortlessly and forced it into a different shape.

"If I would have let you punch me like that, you could have broken your thumb Clary," he told her seriously, letting go of her now properly fisted hand.

She didn't hesitate this time to clock him right in the jaw, which threw him off balance and to the floor. It had all happened within a few fast, blurry seconds. She turned her fist to her face and looked at it incredulously. Almost like she had absolutely no idea how strong she was. She'd had some idea after last night, when she'd almost torn Jace's door off its hinges. Luckily, he'd been sleeping. Restlessness often led to odd things, very odd things.

Jace stood up and wiped some blood off of the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and started to take a step towards her. She took a step back for everyone he took forward, smiling dangerously.

Cocking a golden eyebrow he said, "I thought I was supposed to be teaching you?" he questioned curiously, smirking a little.

"Instinct, knowledge first." Clary said to him, watching a small hesitation cross his face. She knew he'd rather teach her thoroughly first before he even tried anything. "Come on, don't you think you should see what I know before you waste your time trying to teach it?"

He seemed to think about that for a moment then sighed, "Yeah, I guess you're right." He would so rather teach first, she knew. But only wanted to please her.

"Why not try Alec…?" Clary questioned. His head jolted up at that.

She saw the small internal conflict he was having, able to almost see thoughts cross his face. He didn't want anyone else but him touching her, but then again, he didn't want to have to hurt her because he'd feel guilty…and that's all she could read of him before he looked up, still silent.

"Jace, I'm not glass. I'm not going to break if someone punches me. Besides, I draw really good healing runes; I don't see what's to worry about. It's not like you or Alec or even Izzy is going to try to kill me."

"But a demon will be trying to kill you," he insisted, frowning a little.

Clary shook her head at him, "Jace would you just stop being so difficult and just…ugh…" she could feel a string of curse words wanton to roll off of her tongue at that moment.

"You do draw good runes," Jace said, picking at the hem of his jeans, since there was no shirt to fidget with. His abs were distracting. She wanted touch them right then.

"Yeah, I just said that," Clary glanced up and furrowed her brow, confused.

Jace sighed, "You said you draw good healing runes."

A slow smile split across Clary's face. "Wow." He was being so sweet all of a sudden. "Anyways, get Alec in here then, so you can watch."

Jace's eyes widened. "I'm not going to watch while he-"

"Alec!" Clary called, wondering if he'd hear. She ran for the door, "Alec!"

"Clary," Jace said indignantly as a grumpy Alec approached the door. He must have just woken up, and on his way to the kitchen, she observed.

He looked…kind of sleepy. Sleepy and disheveled. Clary remembered that day in the store and tried to push it from her mind. "I need to beat you up." She told him bluntly.

He laughed, looking between her and Jace. "Is this some kind of joke?"

Jace seemed to weigh the options for a moment. "No, I'm training her. And I need to watch and observe a little..." he said at last. Clary looked at him with surprise, but said nothing when she and Alec approached the middle of the room, facing each other about ten feet apart.

"If I break any bones…it's Jace's fault." Alec said grinning. Clary thought he was very different during battle at that moment. Actually, if he weren't gay, he'd be attractive. Well, he was attractive…but…yeah, that part was a little complicated to describe. But it didn't really matter anyways.

"Noted." Clary said, trying to put her senses on edge, watching every movement in Alec's body and face. She saw his foot move and didn't think, but thought at the same time and almost blurred to her left and rolled backwards on the floor, throwing Alec off when he came at her, causing him to trip over her.

Jace blinked, appalled. Why couldn't she have done that in Idris? Sheesh.

"That was weird," Alec said, trying to lunge for her again. But she rolled to the side and sprang up, throwing him to the floor instead, her foot on his throat.

"Whoops," she said, moving her foot from his throat. Maybe it was instinct? She hoped it was. Because if this was another freaky thing about her, she didn't think she could take it. She was in denial of course, and knew this is because of what she'd accidently done last night.

"Have we demonstrated enough? Because if so, I'd like to get back to ah…my studies."

Jace choked on a laugh, causing Alec to glare back at him. Jace simply looked up at the ceiling innocently, pretending to mind his own business.

"You can go," Jace said, finally accepting he had to train her, though hoping she would actually be able to beat him into next year so he wouldn't have to. She looked…oddly guilty, he observed. She pretended not to notice.

Alec left, offering Clary an odd, small smile. She giggled back in response, not really sure why, and then looked at Jace. "Can't stand the thought of another man touching me?" There was a teasing glint to her emerald eyes.

"Alec isn't a man, he's a teenager," Jace said with a prude tone and a grinning expression.

"Jace, you're eight teen.'" Clary pointed out, smiling amusedly at him.

He frowned for a moment. "I don't count," he said with a simple shrug, hoping she didn't ask. His response would be inappropriate. He grinned smugly.

Clary seemed to notice because she was rolling her eyes and shaking her head. "I don't want to know do I?" she asked, bracing her hands on her hips.

"Nope," he chuckled, popping his "p" and sizing her up. "Okay, ready?"

Clary bit her lip, getting distracted by his eyes and his hair and his abs. Her mouth felt dry suddenly. "Yeah, I'm ready." she said, shaking herself out of it.

Jace came at her, his body grazing against half of hers, because her reflexes were a bit off because of being distracted by him; she hadn't moved out of the way fast enough. "This is weird," he said, frowning. "You weren't able to do this…before, why are you able to do it now?" he questioned, more to himself than her.

"YouTube?" she shrugged. "Watching you? I don't know…" Clary said, looking away with a peculiar look on her face.

"Hey," Jace said incredulously. "You're lying, that's the face." he accused, pointing at her a little.

"I don't have a face," Clary said in a slightly high pitched voice, turning away when he tried to look at her.

"What'd you do Clary?" he asked, grabbing her shoulders and pushing her against the wall.

She looked away and pulled in a breath then turned her emerald eyes on his, pushing some of her fiery curls back. "Well…last night when you fell asleep, I kind of took out my sketch book and thought…about how you didn't want to train me-"

"I didn't not want to," Jace interrupted.

Clary glared at him. "Yes you did Jace; you have been stalling for a couple months."

"Because I don't want to-" she put a lone finger to his lips to get him to stop talking.

"Just let me explain. I thought of that and these shapes started popping into my head and I wrote them down." she told him, looking right into his golden eyes.

"And?" he inquired, not able to believe she'd been able to hide this so long.

"Well, the word I got was "defend", and I traced it on my hip…" Clary said, biting her lip.

"Clary!" Jace exclaimed exasperatedly. "You know Luke said not to experiment with runes."

"Since when do you care about what anyone says?" Clary scoffed.

Jace smirked a little, to her surprise. "I suppose that's right, yes…"

"So I traced it, and thought it didn't work or something but I guess it did…"

"Is it temporary?" Jace asked, pulling up her shirt to look at it. It had two swirls on the bottom, and two wavy lines over it with a star on top of it. It was…pretty but odd looking. A little sexy too, he couldn't help but notice.

"I'm not sure…" Clary trailed worriedly. "But the clave can't find out about this…because then-"

"Yeah, I was thinking the same thing…" Jace nodded slowly, balling up his fist and swinging it towards Clary's face suddenly, hoping she'd be able to stop him.

She did. Her hand flashed up to grasp his fist just inches away from her nose.

"Squeeze it," Jace commanded, wanting to know how strong she was.

Clary squeezed his fist as hard as she could with muscles she didn't even know she had. He raised his eyebrows and finally—after a few moments—he flinched and pulled his fist away.

"Ow," he chuckled, backing away five steps, putting his hands up in surrender. "Don't kill me," he begged playfully.

"Mhmm," Clary said, feeling herself become hesitant to lay a hand on him. There was the conflict that he'd been having this whole time running through her mind, and she finally understood it.

He seemed to see it because he chuckled and turned around, walking towards the weapons to see if she could do that efficiently as well. He didn't get the chance though, because she'd taken a hold of his shoulder and whirled him around, jabbing him in the gut, causing him to grunt softly.

Jace, still reeling in surprise, looked incredulously at her and saw a foreign, yet not foreign vixen-like look in those beautiful eyes of hers.

She pressed her body against his hard one, "You ever wondered what it's like to have rough sex?" she asked gruffly.

His hand traveled up to squeeze her hip, his golden eyes sparking with lust, which sparked the lust in hers.

She caught it thought, and forced it to his side, running her free hand through his hair. "With the woman being the rough one?" she asked gruffly.

Day by day, she felt more and more confident of her sexuality, and knew when she wanted him. And she wanted him right now.

"Maybe we should move this place somewhere else Clarissa," Jace said huskily, his strength over powering her and pushing her back against the opposite wall. She gasped softly when he quickly turned her around and pressed the front of her body to it with the front of his, using one of his hands as a makeshift handcuff.

"Yes," she breathed as he pulled her off of the wall and pushed her forwards, leading her out of the training room doors and walking down the long, empty halls and into his room, the door clicking shut behind them.

Clary giggled when Jace effortlessly picked her up and tossed her on his bed, crawling sexily on top of her, pushing her shirt up to kiss her belly and nip at it hotly.

Clary hissed in pleasure and felt heat pool between her thighs rapidly, her abdomen tightening with heat as well as she watched him hungrily kiss and nip his way up the length of her body, his fingers softly rubbing at the front of her now moist jeans, causing her to moan.

"Jace," she breathed, feeling her body start to hum and throb from him in a way it never had before. She rethought the rough sex idea and decided she would rather take it that way. She wanted him badly.

Her heart beating quickly, she looked down again as he removed her spandex work out pants and in turn saw his erection bulging through his jeans.

He reached down to cup her heat, earning a small throaty moan from Clary. He fondled her a bit longer through her panties before actually ripping them apart and tossing them aside carelessly, growling low in his throat and reaching down, teasing her with his fingers.

She gasped and arched her back, moaning longingly, "Jace…" she whispered, watching as he dipped his tongue into her belly button, kissing his way down until he was level with her burning core.

Groaning softly, he nipped at the inside of her thigh and licked up the smooth skin until he felt her taste explode in his mouth. His hard, thick length grew even harder as he licked the length of it and spread her slick folds with his tongue.

Clary gasped audibly, digging her fingers through the fine, soft strand of Jace's hair and let her head loll back in pleasure as her body reacted with the erotic, skilled movements of his tongue. She felt heat explode in her belly and cried out softly to feel Jace's fingers sheathed inside of her, his tongue still working at her nub.

Her eyes glazed with lust and pleasure, she looked down at the front of his jeans and gasped at the fact that he already had them off, pumping his length with his other hand.

And that was what made her snap. She felt her whole body get sucked into the orgasm, feeling the rush of endorphins flowing so pleasantly through her, creating a strong feeling of euphoria.

In fact, she was still coming down from that delicious high when she felt something else—his length—thrust right into her, sheathing itself in her even slicker wetness.

She heard Jace groan along with her, both of them no doubt thinking that they wished they could feel each other completely, without latex in the way, but a few minutes later, it didn't matter.

Jace, panting as he pushed himself into Clary's already quivering walls scrunched his face up tightly and let out a loud growl of approval, his hands gripping her hips harder and grinding against her wetness. Seeing her tiny nub strain, he reached down to rub it and felt her walls squeeze deliciously tight around him. At that moment, he tried and succeeded in not getting sucked into his own orgasm along with Clary.

"Jace!" Clary cried softly, panting hard as her hips bucked onto his in desperation, her walls still spasming around his as he pounded into her, over and over mercilessly. Her hands gripped his shoulders hard, her nails digging in softly to the flesh as she clung to him. She couldn't describe the blissful feeling of his length sliding into her, making her squirm and moan constantly in delight.

Gasping as she came down, she groaned when Jace slowly started rubbing her nub again, which in turn drove her crazy. "Jace…" she moaned.

"C-Clary," he moaned breathily right back, the tone of his deep, husky voice telling her how badly he wanted release, and how terribly close he was. His tongue wrapping around her pert nipples snapped her out of her thoughts, a loud moan erupting from within her chest. "Yes!" she cried, feeling herself approach the brink once again, biting on her lip hard when her body gave that final jerk.

She felt her orgasm explode into her, rushing with that same excruciatingly pleasant feel of euphoria. Vaguely, she heard Jace cry out her name loudly and collapse onto her, twitching within her as he came hard, both of them panting against each other's neck.

Jace rolled off of her and sat against the headboard, Clary doing the same after a moment, their breathing evening out. She stole a glance at him and saw that…somehow, he was still as hard as a rock, even though he'd came. Swallowing hard, Clary tried to force down the need she felt as she stared, but the heat was already flooding between her thighs once more. And before she knew it, she was straddling his hips, sliding him inside of her and moaning loudly at the feeling.

"Clary!" He gasped, his eyes popping open in wonder to look up at her as he leaned against the headboard, his body still as she moved.

"Ahh, Jace," she breathed raggedly, moving her hips against his with fast movements, her hands going up to balance herself on his shoulders as her walls took him in greedily. She rode him mercilessly as he looked up at her, seeing the pleasure on her face. But still he made no move, finding it as some sort of a turn on that she was riding him like he wasn't there almost, only knowing that her body had a desperate need to come around him again.

"Jace," she moaned, getting closer as the headboard creaked a little in protest to how hard she was going. She threw her head back, her lips parted to the ceiling as her walls clamped around him, her body going limp against him as she jerked softly with her orgasm.

Rolling off only a few second later, thinking that Jace was no longer hard, she panted as she looked up at the ceiling with a pleasured glaze in her eyes, content with him in every way possible.

"Clary…" she heard him groan softly, his voice strained and husky. She knew what tone that was. He was still hard. This was unbelievable, great, and perfect. No wonder so many women wanted him like they did. It was nice to know that he had chosen her, out of every other woman he could have chosen.

"Take me Jace," she whispered to him, spreading her legs widely for him, wanting to drown her troubles in the blissful feel of his long, thick, and hard length once more.

She heard him groan in response and roll onto her, hearing a quick ripping noise as he replaced the condom with a new, fresh one and slammed into her once more. Gasping at the feel that was familiar, but new in every way to her still, Clary moaned and looked up at him, surprised to find his golden eyes blazing into her's.

She found that in a matter of moments, the place between her thighs was already burning. This was much like the first time, seeing the passion in his eyes, which triggered a fiery passion of her own.

"Clary…" he whispered, his lips on hers, his hips bucking softly into hers, eventually slowing into a torturous pace, in which he ground himself into her sweet spot, over and over, causing her walls to suck him in again and tighten.

He gradually increased his tempo as their kisses turned from loving, to passionate, to passionate and eager to come together again. "I love you," he whispered, squeezing at her breasts, which drove them both over the edge together once more, their bodies writhing hard at the feeling of rapture that crashed over each of them like a wave.

"I love you too," Clary panted as they lay together, too tired to move at all from having multiple orgasms. He spooned her lovingly as they both slowly started to drift off into a peaceful, content oblivion together.

A.N.: Wow, I am so sorry. But, if you write fan fiction, I'm sure you know what it's like to just kind of…lose your inspiration. So, to make up for this long wait, I'll do a nice, twisted lemon next chapter (Just a lemon, skipping all other B.S.). Involving two computers, IMing, Jace, and…of course, Clary ;) Sound good? Oh, and review please! I hope you enjoyed! I work hard to not be shitty! XD Again, sorry, sorry, sorry!