Thank you guys heaps for your reviews, I love all you beautiful individuals and your lovely words :) There's just something that I wanted to put out there. I love making new friends on here and then in turn on Facebook, I love talking to you guys, but if you add me, just let me know who you are, coz if someone adds me and we have no mutual friends, I tend to decline and block as an automatic reaction. Haha. Thank yoooooou.

So guys, tell me your favorite, sexy Clace stories! I've probably read it, but suggest them anyway, because I need some good reading!

Clary woke up with a start, her eyes jerking open and staring at the unfamiliar, dark ceiling. She stretched, her shirt riding up over her ribs and pointing her toes and then letting out a sigh of contentment. Despite the fact she had slept in jeans that had cut into her waist and a bra, which cut into her breasts, she had slept well. Clary turned her head to the side to look at the other side of the bed, which was empty, and when she reached out to touch the mattress, it was cold. She swung her legs over her bed, and pulled out the tie in her hair from the sloppy ponytail, and then re-tying it so that all her tangled curls were away from her face, in a knot on top of her head.

"Jace?" Clary called out as she straightened out her shirt and walked out of the bedroom. She made her way through the boxes in the lounge to where there was faint music playing in the tiny kitchen. She stopped short when she caught sight of him, standing in the doorway leading outside, wearing only a pair of black briefs, which clung to his perfectly curved ass and showed off his toned thighs and well formed back. She felt her thighs clench and heat swell in the pit of her stomach as she thought about how they had been sleeping last night; how easy it would have been to run her hands down his muscled form. He turned around and sent a smile her way, letting out a stream of smoke from the corner of his mouth, appearing completely unaware of how affected she was by him. "Uh, morning."'

"Morning, Red," Jace replied, sucking on his cigarette and then stubbing it out on the metal railing leading down the stairs to the backyard. "You hungry?"

"Yeah," she replied, looking around the kitchen that was barely big enough to fit the two of them.

"This kitchen is kinda just for show," Jace told her with a grin, waving an arm around the room. "So that the owners can advertise there are two, self-sufficient apartments instead of one. I usually just use Isabelle and Alec's one upstairs. We can go up there to get something to eat up there."

"Okay," Clary nodded, running her tongue over her lower lip. The stickiness of her mouth reminded her that this wasn't like any other morning, and that she should probably be more aware of oral hygiene. "Can I just use the bathroom before we go up?" Jace nodded to the doorway to her right. She walked into the room, which was even smaller than the kitchen. She went toilet and then put toothpaste on her finger, giving her teeth the best brush she could, given the circumstances. When she came out, Jace had a pair of jeans on, which was an improvement, but he still had no shirt on, so when he lead the way toward the stairs going upstairs, she couldn't keep his eyes off the way his muscles rippled and the ink played over his skin.

"Hey, gorgeous," she heard Jace say teasingly in front of him. Clary reached the landing and looked around to see who he was talking to. Isabelle was sitting at the kitchen table, her legs pulled up to her chest, her hair a complete mess around her face, make-up streaked and smudged over her face, wearing only a tiny purple thong and a light weight jersey.

"Fuck you," Isabelle groaned, pulling the fingers at Jace as she took another drink from her coffee, groaning miserably.

"Who was the lucky boy last night?" Jace continued, flicking on the coffee maker and getting out two mugs.

"Steven or something," Isabelle muttered. "Look, can you just stop yelling? My head is pounding." Jace grinned over at Clary, who shook her head and grinned back. The coffee machine beeped as it finished, and the golden haired boy turned around to pour them each a drink. Clary joined him in the kitchen, adding sugar to her coffee before drinking from it. The trio were quiet as they woke up properly, a silence which was interrupted when a bleary eyed, blonde boy. He looked around at the group and then his eyes settled on Isabelle.

"I've called a cab. Call me," he said to her.

"Yeah, thanks, Steven," Isabelle forced a smile.

"Sebastian," he corrected with a raised eyebrow.

"Shit, Sebastian." Jace grinned into his coffee cup and Clary licked her lips, turning around to hide her facial expression. The guy seemed pretty indignant, and the clear look of disinterest on Isabelle's face was clear. He left quickly and Isabelle made a face over at the two who were still standing in the kitchen. "He wasn't even that good..."

"Not from what we were hearing," Clary mumbled into her coffee cup and Jace snorted. Isabelle shot them a dirty look and got up from the table, giving them a view of her perfect ass as she walked away. Clary raised an eyebrow at Jace as he opened up the fridge and pulled out a pack of crumpets and a plate of butter. "Does she always walk around like that?" She asked. Jace grinned.

"Quite a bit," he shrugged.

"Must be nice to have a free strip show in your own home," Clary commented, not able to keep the slightly jealous twinge from her voice as she watched the highly attractive girl with her curvy body disappear into her room down the hall.

"Well, yeah, it would be," Jace shrugged. "If it wasn't someone that you looked at like a sister." He shot her a sly look. "However, feel free to take a page out of her book." Clary's mouth dropped open and she slapped him lightly on his bare shoulder.

"Perv," she gasped.

"Only for you, pretty girl," he told her with a grin, leaning over to touch her lightly on the nose before turning back to the breakfast he was throwing together. Clary felt her cheeks reddening and ducked her head to hide her face.

Jace convinced her to extend their movie night, into a full blown day together. He suggested that she borrow some clothes from Isabelle, but when the dark haired girl came back out in a purple dress that was so tight that it showed the curves of her lower ass when she bent forward, Clary said that she would only borrow deodorant. They decided to see the latest Hobbit movie, which worked in well with their marathon last night. Jace insisted on paying for the tickets, but Clary only conceded if he let her pay for the chocolate maltezers and frozen coke. They took their seats at the back of the theater, Jace settling his arm around Clary's shoulders and pulling her as close as the arm rest between them would allow.

Overall, the movie was good. She definitely rated the original Lord of the Rings better than this one, and there was one particular scene where Legolas ran in mid-air up falling debris that she knew Simon was going to moan in nerdy frustration at. Her favorite character died as well, and she actually felt herself tearing up. However, she knew that she was going to have to re-watch this movie again because she was distracted half the time.

At first, Jace's hand was wrapped around her shoulders.

Half an hour in, his hand moved from her shoulder and settled on her thigh.

Not anywhere too inappropriate, almost at her knee, but then as the movie went on, it slowly slid upward. His hand slid inside her thigh, his fingers circling over her skin through the material of her jeans, and she bit her lip to stop herself from letting out a little whimper as the circles became harder, pressing firmly into her skin. Her neck ached from the tense way it was arched, purposefully not looking at him as she tried to keep all her attention on the screen. Fortunately, he stopped several inches away from her center, but Clary couldn't control the hitches in her breath and Jace smirked in response. She wasn't sure how she made it through the movie, with the way her temperature kept spiking, and her fingers kept clenching in attempt to remain calm.

He didn't push her any further, just continued to stroke her leg. It wasn't often that Clary needed to get herself off, she wasn't one of those girls who craved orgasms, but she knew that when she got home, she would need to lock herself in the bathroom and put the shower head to use.

The ride home was quick, and Clary told him that it was probably a good idea if he didn't walk her to her door. Jocelyn might have been all for discovering herself and freedom of expression, but this had to be the first night Clary had spent away from the house without giving her mum a proper heads up. Jace next to her might not be the best way to go back.

"Hey, there's this party on Friday," Jace began as she dismounted the bike.

"Oh, yeah," Clary replied absentmindedly as she took off her helmet and hooked it onto the back of the seat. He caught her hand and pulled her in close to where he was still on the bike, wrapping a hand around her waist.

"I want you to come," Jace pressed. Clary tilted her head to the side, her curly red hair falling over her shoulder. She didn't miss the way his eyes trailed down her hair, eyeing the strands that blew in front of her face before settling back on her eyes. He had a way of making her feel as though every movement she made was important and unmissable, and it made her stomach do somersaults.

"Really?" A playful smile crossed her pink lips and Jace grinned, reaching to touch the corner of her mouth lightly, his calloused fingers brushing his lips and sending sparks skittering over her pale skin.

"Really," he replied earnestly.

"I'll think about it." It was probably the first time she had acted coy in her life, but with the way his eyes flared and his hand tightened where it was at her hip, she knew she had done it right. "I'll see you later, Jace."

"Bye, Red."

Now; two things that have made me feel all happy this week...The first thing would be the fact that after almost three years of begging, my hubby finally let me get a kitten! I'm a cat person, he's a dog person, it's been a point of contention for a while. Haha. But then when we got to the SPCA, he fell in love with another one, so we ended up taking two home! So the new editions to our family are Han and Leia—yeah, yeah, we're Star Wars nerds.

The second thing is GallaVich. OhmyGOD, GallaVich. So if one of you guys out there aren't watching Shameless then I'm completely disappointed in you. I support both GallaVich teams, and I do hope that Lip and Mandy get back together. But Ian and Mickey. Ian and Mickey just kill me every time. They are such an incredible, unconventional couple and they just get me in the feels every single time.