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DFTBA!,

KelseyDockry

I stared at him for a while; it was about one o'clock in the morning. He stared back at me with those golden eyes. I tried to count the colors and hues in them through the very dim light. One, two, three, he blinked, four, five-

"What are you counting?" He asked, drawing a hand up to my cheek and moving me closer to him.

"Nothing," I replied, blushing.

"You were mouthing numbers. I can do that too! Wanna see how fast I can take those pajamas off of you?" One, he mouthed, moving his other hand down to my thigh and inched the slip up slightly.

"You know, I like these pj's so much that I don't think that I can bear to take them off. Just look! So cute!"

"If that's permission to check you out, challenge accepted," he said, his eyes trailing up and down my body. His gaze could have been his fingertips; I felt it all the same. After a moment too long on my chest, his eyes moved back to mine. I pulled the comforter up to our shoulders and scooted closer. I could feel that this was going to be a very nice birthday. His blinking got slower and droopier; I could see him fighting off unconsciousness.

"Baby, go to sleep. It's fine, Jace," I whispered.

He shut his eyes and pulled me hard against his body. I could feel his lips slightly putting pressure on mine. It wasn't a kiss, necessarily; it was more like pressing your fingertips to another person's fingertips. It wasn't in the least bit sexual, just comfortable. I closed my eyes and my lashes brushed above his cheek bones. My hands moved to his arms, pulling them to grasp me tighter, and settled on his stomach for the night. It was hard not to stay awake just to stare at his sleeping figure but it had to be done. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, the breathing coming from him was extremely soothing. My thoughts started to sound like words and my eyes got heavier. I heard him sigh beside me and lost consciousness.

"Good morning!" Jace's deep voice sang.

I groaned.

"Come on, Clarissa, wake up. It's time to grow up and open those beautiful green eyes."

"You're lucky that I'm too tired to kill you, Jace Lightwood."

"Up," he said, pulling on my arm.

"I'm going to need some incentive to move," I hinted.

"Nicholas, that's your cue," Jace called in his soft voice. I heard a pitter-patter on the wooden floor of our bedroom. I peeked through my lashes to see Jace bend down. His figure started to turn back to me and I shut my eyes tight. I felt slight weight press against me.

"Common, Mommy!" A small voice requested.

I peeked through my lashes again, slightly. I saw little gold locks on a tiny boy and grabbed him suddenly, pulling him into a hug. He squealed and giggled as I lifted him above me. Jace and I laughed as Nicholas threw his head back with intense giggling. His small, thick, blond curls flew around as he squirmed and his gold eyes sparkled with laughter. "Down, Mommy!"

I set him down on the bed and he rolled over to face me, still laughing. He put his small hands on my ballooning stomach and drew circles on my shirt with tiny, tan fingers. "Are you excited to be a big brother, Nicki?" Jace asked, sitting on our bed by us.

"Yeah! I want him now!"

"It might be a girl, Nicki," I reminded him. I hadn't gone to find out the sex of the baby because I wanted a surprise. Jace had agreed with me on that for Nicki but he originally wanted to know this time. The way that I saw it was that waiting to find out afterwards makes it bearable in these last few weeks.

"Nick, why don't you go and play down stairs?" Jace proposed.

"Okay, Daddy!" Jace lifted him off of the bed and set him on the floor. He ran through the room and turned out the door.

"How did we survive without him for all of those years?" I wondered out loud. Jace smiled and helped me up. "Remember two years ago when you had to help me up while I was pregnant with Nicki?"

"I do," he said, one of my favorite things he'd ever said to me.

"It still bothers me," I said with a laugh. "I used to be able to beat your ass and now I can barely walk without having to stop to get my breath back."

"I love taking your breath away; I believe that is how you ended up like this," he said, gesturing to my huge belly.

"Jace!"

"Yes, that sentence does take me back," he reminisced. "Not too long before those days come around again."

"Ha, it'll be a bit longer than you think; I plan to be able to kick your ass and still look good before ending up back here for the third time."

"We'll see." He bent down to press his lips to mine. I smiled and touched his face gently, feeling our breaths mingle.

"Mommy!" Nicki called from down the stairs.

Jace's lips let go of mine and I said, "That would be my cue."

I woke with a gasp. Where had that dream come from? It wasn't a bad dream at all but wow.

"Good morning," Jace sighed.

"Hello," I said.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked.

"I definitely did."

"You mumbled while you were sleeping," he said, smiling.

"…What did I say?"

"My name, quite a few times, actually."

"Yeah, don't let it get to your already enlarged head."

"Too late," he said, coming in for a kiss. I bent my head down so that he couldn't. He looked at me confused.

"I haven't brushed my teeth yet," I explained. I could tell from his breath that he already had.

"I don't care." He put a hand on my face and moved it closer to his.

"No! Jace," I squeaked.

"Shh," he laughed. His lips pressed against mine softly. His tongue brushed my lips and I shook my head slightly. I escaped his grasp at that point and sprinted into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I looked in the mirror at my messed up hair and fierce blush. Glancing at the clock I thought, six-thirty blush? That has to be my new record.

I brushed my teeth and went back into the bedroom. "Are you okay now?" Jace teased.

I ran to the bed and grabbed him in a kiss to answer him. He laughed against me and kissed back fiercely. This time, when his tongue touched my lips, I opened my mouth and pressed him harder into the bed. Unfortunately, he was stronger than I was so he was able to roll over on top of me. His hands traveled my torso and left little lines of hot electricity on my nerves. They pulled my arms up from his chest to circle his neck. His left hand then moved slowly down my forearm, sliding over my elbow, down my upper arm, over my shoulder, past my collar bone, down the side of my breast, over my rib cage, down my stomach, over my hips, and pressed its way down my thigh. It stopped at my knee before curling to the back of it and moving his fingers on the soft skin there. I shivered at his warm hands which seemed to please him. His hand stopped moving for a moment before he shot my leg around his hip. Air whooshed out of my lungs in surprise. His tongue continued to play with mine and his hand moved back to my hips and pushed me harder against the bed. His right hand curled behind my neck and pulled it up so that my lips parted from his while still giving him enough room to move his lips down my neck. My breathing was extremely heavy and labored while my eyes squeezed shut in an attempt to control myself. His lips got to the dip in my collar bone when a moan escaped my throat and slid between my lips as I bit the lower one. He pulled back and looked at me in surprise. I blushed deeper and he said, "I don't think you've ever done that before."

"Hush," I said, bringing his lips back to mine. I plunged my tongue into his mouth and moved my arms further down his back, pressing my fingers into the skin on his shoulder blades. I knew that I wouldn't be able to do more than bruise my lips kissing him before that little voice in my head would make me stop but I figured I'd push myself as far as I could before I had to stop myself. Or before I had to stop him, I wasn't sure. It was intense, his kiss, our kiss. I needed it and it was obvious that he did too. If he knew how much he pulled my strings I think he'd be shocked. He controlled my every thought and I couldn't get enough of it. If he could read my mind…. Maybe I could do more than this.

"Condom, Jace. Do you have-" I began.

He cursed under his breath.

"Jace, please tell me you have something," I begged.

"In my wallet," he said.

I glanced at the bedside table, nothing. "Go, please, go get it."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"It's on the dresser."

"Go!"

"It's on the dresser in my room at the Institute."

"You're kidding me!" I pleaded.

"You don't know how much I wish I were."

"Well there's nothing here!" I said.

He cursed again.

"Jace, are you sure that you don't have anything? Are you sure you left your wallet at the Institute? You didn't leave it on the counter in the kitchen or on the table in the entry way? Please, please, please tell me that you have it here."

"I'm sure," he whispered regretfully.

"Why would you leave it in your wallet and not in your pocket?" I asked, disappointed.

"Because I thought I could get along one night without it! Figures the one time we need a condom is the one time that I'm too stupid to bring one."

"Jace," I groaned, covering my face with my hands.

"Clary, I'm so sorry," he said, dropping his head to my chest in total regret.

"Whatever, guess we just won't tonight. This forgetting of the condom is kind of a mood killer."

"I will run at top speed to Walgreen's. It'll take two minutes," he said, starting to get up.

"Don't bother, it'll be a waste of time; let's just chill here. It was a bad idea anyways," I replied.

"No," he said, dropping to his knees by the bed. "Not a waste of time. It's fun, promise. Please forgive me, oh beautiful one."

"I forgive you, Jace. It's not like I'm putting you to death-"

"Pretty close," he mumbled.

"We've never done it before anyway," I ignored his last comment. "It'll be just like how we are now."

"Clare, I need you. Please, can I just run to the store and come back?" He begged.

"Jace, I'm sorry. I can't," I told him, completely honest.

He sighed. "Okay, I know you can't."

"I'm sorry," I said, getting down next to him. "We will someday. I promise, soon even."

"Deal," he said, moving his hand to my arm. "I love you."

"I love you too, Jace. So much," I told him.

"Well, are we going to get you a good birthday or just sit here?" He asked, pulling me with him to stand.

"Sit here!" I knew that he was planning something and Izzy had to be involved.

"Wrong answer!" He said with plenty of enthusiasm.

"Fine, but I'm going to get dressed, first."

"I think that I can help you with that one," he suggested.

"I'm not sure about that, hot shot."

"Are you serious? Because I'm fairly sure that I can."

"Why don't you get yourself dressed and then we'll talk."

"I'd rather undress with you."

"I'm not surprised to hear that."

I walked into the closet and stood in front of the mirror. My curls were a ruffled mess, my face was blushed redder than a cardinal, my slip was turned to the side and barely keeping me covered. I looked completely mental, how did Jace not break out laughing before? "Knock, knock," Jace said, coming in.

"You didn't tell me what to wear."

"Casual."

"My casual or Izzy's casual?" I asked, suspicious.

"Izzy's casual," he said with a sympathetic look on his face.

"You wear a nice shirt, tie, and dark pants. I'll wear light jeans, a fancy tank top, and heels. That should make her happy, right?" I supposed.

"I like the way you think, but I wouldn't complain if you wore that dress that you wore to Pandemonium this week."

"I'm sure you wouldn't." I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Wait, what do you want me to wear?" Jace said, looking at two black dress shirts that were almost identical. I laughed and walked over to help him.

"This," I said, grabbing a light colored button-up shirt and a tie to match. "And these," I took out a pair of nice jeans for him to wear.

"What would I do without you?" He inquired.

"Starve, complain, and dress badly." I smiled. He placed a quick peck on my lips before leaving the closet. I pulled out a pair of light colored jeans, an embellished light blue tank top, and black heels with bows on the ends. I slid on a fancier set of underwear than usual, just in case. I got dressed, did my hair up in a ponytail, and put on a small amount of eye makeup.

I came out to hear Jace whispering something in the bathroom. "Jace?" I called. I went into the bathroom and saw him gripping the sink, dressed in the clothes I gave him and staring himself in the mirror. When he saw me he changed his expression and put a wall up over what he was doing. I crashed it down. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, nothing at all." I gave him a look. "Just nervous about something."

"About what?" I worried.

"You'll find out soon enough." He pointed to the door. "Go."

"Okay then," I said. He led me to the door of my apartment, down the steps, and out of the door.

Alright, that'll probably be my last upload for about a week. I hate to leave you guys hanging but I have no connection out at sea. There is, on the ship, a room called The Writing Room. When I found that out I geeked out for so long. Can't wait for it! I promise to write over vacation and upload when I get home! Love you guys so much! I look forward to your guess about the parties here and what Jace is going to do. Leave me your guess in the reviews! Thank you, darlings!

DFTBA!,

KelseyDockry