So first off I just want to say ; I am sorry about the whole wait time on these updates. Me and my writing are kind of just having a disagreement. Just not feeling inspired and all that crap, and when your muse is being all elusive, it's pretty damn hard to write anything that's actually worth reading. The second thing was; as a writer, seeing so many people following/favouriting a story that you're writing is incredible. However, it's the reviews that really push you to keep writing and to inspire you. Feedback is definitely what tells you how you're doing, if people are really enjoying it, what people are enjoying. It can get hard to feel motivated if the work doesn't feel appreciated.

Anyway! On with the story, hope that it's up to par.

"We're going out to dinner tonight," Jocelyn announced as she folded a towel and placed it on the couch. "Luke wants to properly celebrate your graduation." Clary looked up from where she was sitting on an armchair, her legs curled up underneath her, raising an eyebrow. "Come on, it's a sweet gesture. So make sure you're back by five, because we leave at six, and it's somewhere nice, which means your ripped jeans and angry tee-shirts aren't going to cut it." Clary looked down at her shirt, which announced The World Will Never Take My Heart, lyrics from an old My Chemical Romance song.

"Okay, I'll be back," Clary nodded.

"And you'll dress in something nice?" Jocelyn pressed.

"Promise," Clary sighed. Jocelyn rolled her eyes at her daughters reluctant tone.

"So what are you getting up to today?" She asked, picking up another towel from the washing pile. Clary opened her mouth to reply when there was a knock at the door. Jocelyn took the couple of steps to the front door and opened it, revealing Jace. "That answers that question," she muttered as she looked over to Clary. Clary grinned, dumping her sketch pad on the coffee table and standing up.

"Hey, Jocie," Jace smiled easily at Jocelyn before lifting his eyes to meet Clary's. "You ready?"

"Yup," Clary grinned and grabbed her wallet off the table, shoving it in the front pocket of her jeans next to her phone.

"Remember dinner at six," Jocelyn reminded as Clary walked past her, pausing to kiss her her mother on the cheek.

"I know, mum, see you later!" She called over her shoulder as they descended the stairs. Jace caught her hand as they reached the bottom of the stairs and spun her around tightly, so that she collided with his chest, her hand coming up to steady herself. Her cheeks instantly flared as she realized how close they were and she was now clutching his firm bicep. Jace grinned and touched her cheek lightly with the pad of his thumb.

"You needa stop blushing everytime we touch, Red," he chastised lightly. "Because I like touching you and plan on doing it often." Her cheeks heated even more at his words. "Anyway, I just wanted to say a proper 'hi' and I didn't think your mum would approve."

"What do you me—" he cut her question off by pushing his lips against hes. It was brief and it was only soft, but Clary felt it right down to her toes. Then he pulled away, slipped his hand in hers and tugged her toward the front door, ignoring the confused look on her face.

"Did you have anywhere specific that you wanted to go today?" Jace asked as they walked down the concrete steps at the front of the apartment building and approached his bike.

"Nah," Clary shrugged. "I'm easy." He raised his eyebrows at her choice of words and she ducked her head to hide her face, cursing her pale skin, which was on fire again.

"Well, I'm fucking starving and kinda hungover, so I'm keen for lunch," Jae told her as she accepted the black motorcycle helmet from him. Clary nodded and got on the back of his bike, tucking her knees in close behind his and wrapping her arms around his waist. Jace sped among the morning traffic, ducking and weaving between cars that clearly weren't getting places as fast as he wanted too. The wind whipped at her body and tangled her hair behind them, tugging at her clothes and calling her heated skin. They went around a sharp corner and Clary tilted her body with his, their legs coming dangerously close to the gravel racing below beneath them. Her body stiffened and she felt Jace's body rumble as he laughed at her reaction. They arrived at a Denny's resturant and got off the bike, and Clary shook out her hair. Jace waited for her as she reorganized herself and then reached out his arm and circled it around her waist. The movement was so casual, as if he had been doing it for years, just like the kiss only twenty minutes before and she forced herself to remain calm and act like everything was normal. They were seated inside and the waitress dawdled at their table for a little longer than necessary but Jace was staring down at the menu, seemingly oblivious to her. When she left, Jace looked over at Clary who was fiddling with the corner of her menu.

"What?" Clary asked, looking up when she felt his eyes on her.

"Do you know what you want?" He asked.

"I just had breakfast, like, an hour ago, so I'll just have a coffee," Clary decided.

"You sure that's all you want?" He confirmed. When she nodded, he waved over their waitress and placed their order. After she walked away, he leaned back in the booth, slinging an arm over the back, looking completely relaxed and devastatingly sexy. He waved the hand that was resting on the table at her hand. "How's it feeling?"

"It's a bit itchy but the cream helps," Clary said.

"How'd your mum react?" Jace grinned.

"She said that it was my body and I could do what I want," Clary shrugged. "As long as I wasn't getting pregnant," she quickly added. He laughed, his golden eyes sparkling as he studied her.

"So when are we getting your first piercing?" He teased her lightly. Clary's eyes widened and he laughed at her expression. "I'm joking, don't worry."

"I already have a piercing," Clary pointed out.

"I meant other than in your ears, Red." The way he said it made her eyes narrow; as though he was mocking her vanilla life-style even though she knew that he was joking.

"So did I," Clary felt a wave of courage rush over her, and as though needing to prove herself, she pulled up her shirt over her navel. Jace leaned forward in his booth, his eyes widening in surprise as he took in the little studs at her belly button. The lower one had a pink jewel that winked up at him an he ran his tongue over his lower lip, wondering what the smooth skin next to the tiny gem would taste like. Their waitress came over and Clary dropped her her shirt, accepting the coffee from her and fiddling with a pack of sugar. Jace eyed her for a moment before digging into the greasy lunch that had been put down in front of him. Clary idly mused how someone as thin as Jace and with skin so flawless as him could eat so much unhealthy food. When he finished, he looked out the windows at the sky.

"We could go down to the docks. Don't they usually have markets down there?" Jace asked.

"Yeah," Clary smiled. "Let's go."

Jace didn't make any more moves to kiss her again, which she had to admit was a little disappointing even though she told herself things would just get more confusing if he kept on kissing her. Jace did, however, keeping touching her, just like he said he would. He slung his arm around her shoulder or circled it around her waist when they were walking. When she was looking at an assortment of bracelets at one stall and showing them to him, he would take them from her and purposefully brush his fingers against hers. Around four o'clock they were walking down the docks, little kids screaming and running past them, parents trying to keep them under control. Clary's hair was blowing out behind her and the salty air filled her nose, and she smiled at how relaxed she felt.

"What are you smiling about?" Jace asked as he took his cigarette out of his mouth.

"Just happy," Clary shrugged as she stopped and leaned against the railing next to her. She licked the hokey-pokey ice cream she had brought from the vendor at the end of the pier. She tilted it toward Jace, offering him some, but he shook his head, in turn offering her his cigarette. Clary considered it for a moment before refusing and looking back out over the ocean.

"Have you smoked since that time at that party?" He asked her as he leaned his forearms against the wooden railing.

"You remember that?" She squeaked before she could stop herself, and then chewed down on her lower lip as he laughed and nodded.

"Of course I do, Red," Jace told her, tapping his cigarette against the railing, letting the loose ash from the end fall.

"Tobacco or weed?" She quickly asked, trying to move the conversation forward.

"Either."

"I've been to a couple parties where there's been a bong passed around, but I haven't had enough to get stoned or anything," she shrugged. "Couple of puffs just kind of makes me tired, which defeats the purpose of going to a party, I think."

"Yeah, especially if you're into it," Jace finished his cigarette and flicked it down into the ocean below. "I think we're going to have to change that," he told her with a grin. "And have you ever had a party pill? Or ecstasy?" Clary's whole body flooded with nervousness at the turn the conversation had taken, not certain how she was meant to respond to that. "You look freaked out," Jace observed with a slight smile. "You always were an innocent one." Clary didn't like the way he said that, almost dismissively, and felt a flicker of anger in the pit of her stomach.

"Sorry to bore you," she said, the words coming out slightly sharper than she had intended. Jace's eyebrows rose in surprise and he reached forward to cup her face in his hands and tilted it upward toward his.

"Red," he began, his voice soft but firm. "There's nothing about you that bore's me. You're a sweetheart, and that's what I love about you." Once again, the intensity in his eyes and voice made her cheeks redden and she tried to turn her head but he wouldn't let her. "And there you go, blushing again," he teased her, closing the distance between them, his face almost touching hers, his breath tingling over her lips. "What I want to know is what happens when I say something that's actually dirty like..." he lowered himself further so that his lips brushed her earlobe as he whispered, "I've been dreaming about tasting you since I was old enough to know what it was—"

"Oo-kay!" Clary exclaimed, her breathing hitching in her throat as she jumped back from Jace and threw up both hands in front of her. The sudden movement jostled the ice cream cone she had been holding and it fell to the pier. She barely noticed it though, her gaze locked on Jace, attempting to ignore the stab of heat at her center of her legs.

"So that's what happens," Jace laughed, clearly not bothered by her reaction. He reached forward, bypassing her outstretched hands and putting his arm around her shoulders. "Come on, I'll get you another ice cream and then I'll get you home. Don't want you late for your dinner tonight." He steered them back down the pier and toward the ice cream vendor. Clary felt herself relaxing as she got a fresh ice cream and he lit up another cigarette as they walked through the crowds toward the parking lot. Jace talked easily, about how he and Alec were taking Alec's ute back to Jace's mums house to get the rest of his stuff and move it. They both finished what was keeping their hands busy as they reached his bike. "Red?"

"Yeah?" Clary looked up as she buckled on her helmet.

"For the record, I wasn't lying," he told her with a down right, panty-dropper smirk before throwing his leg over his bike and waiting for her to join him.

My two things that have made me happy recently...Well, I went on holiday with my hubby and two of my best friends the other weekend and we went on the shot over jet. My country is a gorgeous place with amazing rivers and countryside, and apart from getting completely drenched, it was so incredible! The second thing is Taylor Momsen, the lead singer for The Pretty Reckless. She is absolutely amazing; fucking hot and with this stunning voice. I also loved her in Gossip Girl :P