Alright, so the last chapter was full of typos and as "Anonymous1997" pointed out to me. They win at life for doing that. I decided to upload again due to increase of reviews. See, guys, I told you that reviews make me happy. They are like a drug that I can't help but want more of. So the more I get the more I write. There are probably a load of typos, SORRY!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or The Mortal Instruments. How can you know? Because Max is dead and Jace thought that he and Clary were siblings.
He stood there staring at me with those infuriatingly gorgeous golden eyes. The exact set that had made me so angry that I tried to slam the door before he could get in. I forgot how fast he was until his foot slid between the door and the frame.
"Clary!" He hissed at me.
"Go away, Lightwood!" I hissed back with more acid kicking at his booted foot.
"Let me in, Fairchild!" He said. While I was frozen with shock at him using my last name he pushed against the door. "So stubborn," he mumbled.
When he closed the door he turned and smiled at me. I slapped his arm repeatedly saying, "Why are you here?"
"Ouch, Clare! Stop! Izzy told me to come!" He said before he grabbed my wrist to stop it from smacking his arm.
I yanked my arm back and hissed, "Isabelle."
"Clare, I'm sorry. I just can't hurt you," he said as I turned and walked into the kitchen to sit on one of the chairs; I could tell that this conversation would be a long one.
"It hurts me to think that you don't trust yourself enough not to hurt me. And that you don't trust me enough to take you down," I said smiling slightly at the end.
"You couldn't beat me, nobody can. But I just don't want you to be in danger and that is what will happen."
"Do you have any idea what it's like to not go hunting with you; to have to worry about you never coming back?" I asked. I could feel my throat tighten with tears that I held back.
"Clary," he whispered lovingly.
"Damn it all," I said throwing myself at him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and let my fingers dance with his golden curls. My lips slammed on his and he froze for a moment obviously surprised at my outburst. Then his lips started to move with mine and his arms wrapped around me fast to pull me hard against him. I pulled myself even closer to him and squeezed my arms harder around his neck. I felt his tongue brush against my lips anxiously. I granted him entrance right away and felt him explore my mouth passionately. We were now breathing in gasps and his hands slid up and down my back.
We broke apart and he kissed down my neck. He was at my collar bone when I heard him whisper, "Clary, I love you so much." With a gasp I brought his mouth back to mine and kissed him passionately. His hands went to my hair and pulled my face away from his. "We have to stop," he whispered.
"Why?" I asked as I kissed his throat.
"Not now, Clary. Not tonight," he said.
"Why not?" I asked as he pulled me back to look in my eyes.
"We talked about this," he whispered. "Not yet, someday but not yet. I don't want you to do this because you feel like you have to sleep with me to keep me here."
"Jace, I don't feel that way; you know that. I want to."
He smiled and brushed his fingers against my cheek bone, "Not now."
I rested my head on his shoulder and sighed contently. "I love you," I said.
"Do you want to go somewhere?" He asked casually.
"Like where?" I questioned running my hand through his golden curls.
"I don't know, just for a walk," he smiled at me with that irritatingly gorgeous smile.
"Do I need to get dressed up for this?" I looked at him suspiciously.
"I suppose that it wouldn't hurt…" He trailed off still smiling.
"When are we leaving?" I asked.
"How fast can you get dressed?" He answered my question with a question.
"Faster than Izzy," I said getting off of his lap. He laughed as he got up and pulled me into a short hug.
I walked down the hall to my bedroom and shut the door. Sprinting to my closet, I went through my dresses. I ended up picking a black, lacy, and strapless dress that ended half down my thigh. I paired it with black stilettos; thank you, Izzy. After quickly attempting to fix my curls and slight makeup I walked out. I had the momentary ego boost of seeing Jace's eyes practically jumping out of his face. I smiled at his reaction and felt myself blush. As we walked out I grabbed a clutch with my phone, some cash, and a dagger that Jace didn't know I had.
When I locked the door he pulled me into another passionate kiss. After I forced our lips to part I asked, "What was that for?"
"I can't kiss the woman I love?" He asked placing one quicker kiss on my lips before grabbing my hand and starting to walk.
"You think I'm going to say no?" I asked.
"I believe that I did tell you that you could forbid me from doing things like that," he whispered.
"Well I do have neighbors, Jace," I pointed out.
We walked out and onto the street. I saw the usual few thousand girls stare at Jace and rolled my eyes; I've got to get used to that. He didn't ever notice them, more than half of the time I'd look up to see him staring at me. I looked up now and studied his profile; the small scar at his temple and the one slightly uneven curl on the side of his face. There was nothing imperfect about him, I could not find one. He looked at me then with his burning, golden, beautiful eyes.
"Enjoying the view?" He purred.
"You have no idea," I said.
He laughed and squeezed my hand. "Can we quick turn into the Institute?" He asked.
"Sure," I said as we turned the corner to the Institute.
When we got out of the elevator Izzy saw us while she walked into the hall.
"Clary!" She gasped taking in my appearance.
"Hi, Izzy," I whispered, blushing. Jace laughed and placed a quick kiss on my lips. He disappeared into his room.
"Well where are you two off to?" Asked interrogatingly.
"Frankly, I'm not sure," I answered shyly.
"Hmm, why are you so dress up; and very well, might I add."
"He told me to," I said honestly.
"Oh, settle down, Clary!" She said touching my arm. "I'm not going to bite you!"
It was just then that Jace came down the hallway to save me. I tried my hardest not to let my jaw drop. He was dressed up perfectly with a black dress shirt and dark jeans; he also had a tie. He looked like a complete model, even more than usual. His blond curls and topaz eyes stood out amazingly. His tanned skin was perfectly balanced with the dark clothes. Izzy also seemed to approve of our outfits together.
He wrapped his arm around me and whispered, "Let's go."
"Bye, Izz," I said to her.
"Bye bye, lovebirds," she purred behind us.
"Will you please tell me where we're going, Jace? Please?" I begged.
"I'm not going to tell you," he sang.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because that would be too easy and I am not going to give that to you," he laughed.
I made a face that made him laugh more and he pulled me onto 7th Avenue.
"Jace, please tell me?"
"Sorry, darling. You know that I'm not that easy," he said.
"Obviously not," I said, not missing his innuendo.
We walked towards a large building with green awnings and he pulled out a key card that looked suspiciously like a hotel room card.
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