Dear readers: I think is time for us to have "the talk". How are you picturing Clary's first time? Is OBVIOUSLY that is going to be with Jace, but how? It won't be completely consensual, of course, so beware. I'm completely lost in the details, should she enjoy it? Which position should it be? Should Jace be a gentle rapist? Should it be on the bed, the couch, the desk? Any ideas you have, please tell me in the reviews or send me a pm, it's probably going to happen on the next chapter. Anyway, here's chapter eight. R&R, enjoy.

P.S: I haven't read COHF yet 'cause my country sucks and is not here yet, so I DON'T WANT ANY SPOILERS ON MY REVIEWS, OK? I have a japanese sword and I know how to use it.

Disclaimer: I'm Cassandra Clare and I own everything, bitches.

Chapter eight: Jace's fiancee

Later that day, they arrived home and Jace took all the bags to his room. Well, their room. Clary's feet was hurting after all they had walked on the mall. She took off her shoes and walked to the bathroom "I'll take a shower" she said.

"May I join?" She was about to reply when Jace took off his shirt. She walked in the bathroom and closed the door behind her, taking off her shirt and jeans. The door opened and Jace walked in his boxers and closed it again.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" She tried to cover herself with her hands, making him laugh. "Do you always invade people's intimity like this?"

"I told you I was coming" he turned on the shower

"I didn't think you meant it, GET OUT!"

"I always mean what I say" he winked at her, then took off his boxers and stepped inside the shower "Are you coming or not?"

Like hell she was going to shower with him. She tried to open the door and she couldn't "What is wrong with this door?" She tried with all her strenght and couldn't open it. He laughed at her again

"There's something called key, you know?" He took her by the arm and brought her to she shower with him.

She screamed in surprise when he took off her panties and bra, looking at her from head to toes. He kissed her lips hard, holding her in his arms. She didn't kissed him back, so he bit her lower lip and let his tongue travel her mouth. She lost her mind for a moment, relaxing in his arms and kissing him back. He took this as an iniciative to grab her boob with one of his hands, while the other one made knots of her hair. She let escape a little moan, and he smiled. She was falling for his charm.

He broke the kiss, took the soap and turned her around, washing her back. She squirmed a little at first, then stood still. He wasn't only washing her back, but giving her a massage as well. She let his hands do their magic, and she even closed her eyes for a minute, forgeting where she was, with who, and why; Forgeting everything but his hands.

His lips found their way to her neck, kissing, biting, sucking. She pressed her back against his chest, only to be surprised by his hard member against her waist. This made her fall to earth, opening her eyes and taking a step away from him. He was about to say something, when someone knocked on the door.

"Jace? Are you there? Hurry up, it's getting late" Jace sighed

"I'll be down in a minute, Sim". She heard steps walking away, and Jace crushed her lips against hers one last time. "We'll finish this later. Finish your shower and get ready". And he left.

She stood there for a seconds, thinking about what had happened. She was falling in his arms, he had her wrapped around his finger, and she couldn't let that happen. She had to be strong, for her dad and for herself, mostly. She had to put up a fight and win. Falling for him wasn't an option.

An hour and a half later, Clary was already dressed with what they had bought on the mall, and Isabelle was finishing her hair and make up. She was changed and made up as well, for her and her husband were going to attend the dinner too.

"Done. You're pretty" she smiled at Clary, and Clary looked at herself in the mirror. She did looked pretty. Her hair was tied back, with hairpins holding it up high, a few curls falling down her face. Her lips were dark red, just like her dress and hair, and the eyeliner made her eyes look brighter.

"Thanks, Isabelle. You're so good with me" She said to the older girl who in the past days had become the only good thing she had. She couldn't afford being rough with Isabelle, she needed something to hold on to. For someone who had lost everything, Clary wasn't disposed to let the closest thing to a friend she had slipped away.

"Don't thank me, Clary. I do this because I want to. I don't want you to feel miserable here, I want to be here for you" They both smiled at eachother, and after a quick hug, went downstairs.

Jace was waiting for her, dressed in a black suit and a red tie which matched her dress. There was a tall guy next to him, with a suit and a blue tie like Isabelle's dress. Clary assumed he was his brother. She reached the bottom of the stairs, and Jace took her hand.

"Simon, this is Clary, the girl I talked you about".

"Nice to met you, Clary. I'm Simon" He smiled at her, and she wonder what had happened to Jace for him to be so different from his brother and sister-in-law, besides his mom thing. While they were nice and gentle, Jace was... Well, Jace.

"Let's go, then" Isabelle grabbed Simon's arm and walked outside with him, Jace and Clary following them.

He stopped for a moment before they reach the car, leaned in, and whispered something in her ear. "You look beautiful"

They arrived their destiny, and some guy parked the car after Jace gave him the keys and twenty dollars. She wonder why he had so much money.

They walked in the receiver, and another guy took off her coat and Isabelle's. She looked around herself, amazed by the biggest place she had ever been. Her old house was big and Jace's was even bigger, but this made the two of them looked like shoeboxes houses. The receiver alone was bigger than Jace's livingroom, which was really big, and have golden stairs at the two sides of it. The floor was golden like the stairs, and the walls were white with different draws in it, and Clary recall the pictures she had seen of the sixteenth chapel. She followed Jace to the main hall, where a lot of people in suits and dresses were talking and drinking champagne. A man who looked to be about fifty-something walked to them, a smile on his face. Jace whispered in her ear before he reached them

"He's my boss, you better be nice" He looked at the men, smiled and shook his hand "Good evening, Mr Herondale"

"Good evening, Jace" the men greeted him "You remember my wife, Celine?"

"Of course I do. Ma'am" He kissed the lady's hand "Let me introduce you to Clarissa, my fiancee"

Mr Herondale looked at her and kissed her hand "Nice to met you, Clarissa. I'm Stephen Herondale and this is my wife Celine"

"My pleasure, Mr and Mrs Herondale" she smiled at them, looking as nice as she could

"What a lovely girl, Jace. Congratulations to you two. We can't wait for your wedding. We'll talk later, Jace" He smiled at them, and Jace smiled back

"Thank you, Mr Herondale. Enjoy dinner". Both Mr Herondale and his wife walked away, and Jace looked at Clary "Good girl"

She rolled her eyes and followed him through the hall, shaking people's hands and faking smiles. After what felt like hours, although it had really been 20 minutes, they were told to go to the dining room. She seated, Jace to her right and Isabelle to her left, and played with her bracelet while Jace talked to some guy. Then she heard him curse in a low voice and looked up to see a men walking to them. He looked to be about Jace's age, his hair and eyes black like the night. A girl was holding his arm and smiling.

"Wayland, I thought you weren't coming. It must be depressing to be here alone" He smiled. Clary could see he was as arrogant as Jace, maybe even more.

"Nice to see you too, Sebastian. And Aline" the girl smiled even bigger at the mention of her name from Jace "Of course you were coming with your beloved cousin, like you said, is depressing to come alone. And I'm not alone, by the way. This is Clarissa, my fiancee" Sebastian's smile faded when he saw the beautiful redhead next to Jace, but regained his composure in a second. Aline, instead, looked at her from head to toes and made a grimace of hate

"My pleasure, Clarissa. Let me know if you get tired of this guy here" he winked at her

"Thanks for the offer but I have to reject it. I'm fine here" She said, taking Jace's hand and smiling like it was the most common thing in the world. He smiled back and kissed her cheek, and Aline looked away from them.

"Enjoy the night" the cousins walked away and Jace looked at Clary

"That was incredibly convicing"

She let go of his hand and said "Yeah, well, that's my job". She hadn't really meant to say those things to Sebastian, they just slipped from her lips

The night was more the same; Eating, talking, faking smiles again and again. There was a moment where people started dancing a waltz. Jace took her to the dance floor and put one of his hands on her waist, the other holding her hand. She place her free hand on his shoulder and they swayed to the music. That was the most intimate moment they had in the whole night, and Jace gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

When they got home, Clary fell on the bed, still in her dress and make up, and kicked off her shoes "I'm so tired" she said.

"It was a long night" Jace said while taking off his tie and shoes. "I have to congratulate you, though. I didn't think you could pretend to be in love with me but you did it. I almost believe you, I must say"

She just ignored him, not really knowing what to do. Finally, she said "Don't underestimate me"

He chuckled "I won't"

Just a note to avoid confusions: Jace is son of Michael Wayland, and that's his only identity. And remember: No spoilers. Japanese sword. I'll find you.