I intended to update a while ago, I've had everything written I just needed to edit etc etc. But then, if you're friends with me on FB you'll already know, my hubby went and fucked up his ankle. He broke his fibular and tore all the ligaments in his tibia, and has been in hospital for the past couple of days. Only just had his surgery yesterday and finally home today. So, this is hastily edited, I apologize for any mistakes.

"So? Where are you getting yours? I think I'm gonna go for my nipple," Isabelle tilted her head to the side.

"What?" Clary blinked, tilting her head to the side. "No, no, no. We're not here for me. We're here for you."

"Oh, come on," Isabelle pouted, tossing her newly high-lighted, now green and blue, hair over her shoulder. "You're not gonna make me do this by myself, are you?" She batted her eyelashes at Clary. The red-head stared at her for a moment before rolling her eyes and relenting, giving a single nod. "Yes!" Isabelle grinned and slung an arm around Clary's shoulder, dragging her up to the counter. "Two of us for piercings."

"Ears or body?" The man behind the counter asked, looking up at them. Clary tried not to let her judgement show on her face but had a distinct feeling that it showed. The man had two rings in one side of his nose, multiple in each ear including a stretcher—which Clary had never been a fan of—and a stud in his eyebrow.

"Body," Isabelle breezed on.

"And you want it together?"

"Apart—"

"Together," Isabelle smiled. Clary raised an eyebrow.

"Five minutes, just wait over there," he nodded over to couch at the back wall. The two girls wallked over and sat down.

"You're sweet as with me being there when you take your shirt off?" She asked, slightly surprised.

"They're just nipples, Clary," Isabelle laughed. "I assume that you have them as well." Clary rolled her eyes and shook her head. She really shouldn't have been surprised. It was now two months after she had first slept with Jace, and things between them had escalated. They hadn't put any kind of label on their relationship, but he had told her one night that he hadn't even looked at another girl since he had come back into the city, muchless done anything else with anyone. They slept together almost every night, she hardly ever went home anymore, however they had only had sex a couple of times since. She wasn't sure why they hadn't more, she knew that he definitely wanted too. Every morning she would wake up next to him, his erection would be pushing into her and there were times when they were kissing on his bed or on the couch and there would be a definite hungry look in his eyes. Once she had woken up, panting, in the middle of an extreamly vivd sex dream of her own, and she was rubbing herself against his thigh. He seemed to have woken at the same and they stared at each other for a long time, breathing hard, before he had gotten out of bed and she had heard the shower turn on a few moments later. It had taken her a good hour before she had managed to get back to sleep that night. In that time, she had also gotten close to Isabelle and Aline.

So Isabelle being completely okay with getting half naked in front of her was really just in the girls personality.

"Ready for you girls," the man came forward and nodded to where a girl with a few less piercings than him was leaning against the doorway leading into a small, adjoining room.

"Who's first?" She asked as they walked into the room.

"I'll go," Isabelle bounced forward as the piercer shut the door. "I want my nipple done."

"Sure, which one?" The girl asked as she nodded to the reclining chair in the middle of the room and sat down next to her.

"The left."

"And what do you want done?" She asked, looking over to Clary who was nervously eyeing the the piercing needle that the girl was now steralizing.

"Um," she muttered, looking over at Isabelle. Isabelle shot her an encouraging grin as she started undoing her shirt. "Shit."

I'm coming back next weekend. What we getting up to?

"Who's that?" Isabelle asked as she came to a stop at a red traffic light.

"Simon," Clary muttered as she sent back a reply quickly. She looked up as they accelerated forward. "He's coming back for the weekend."

"You should invite him to come to the club with us tonight," Isabelle said nonchalantly as she navigated through the traffic. Clary pursed her lips and quirked an eyebrow.

"I don't think it's his scene," she smirked.

"He might enjoy it."

"Why you so interested in him coming?" Clary turned her torso around in her seat to see Isabelle narrow her eyes and tighten her fingers around the steering wheel.

"I'm not."

"Bullshit," she grinned. "You like him."

"He's not my type," Isabelle stated.

"You mean he's not the type you usually fuck and throw away. I don't know the type of guy that you actually like, but I have a feeling that it's nerdy with a touch of nervous conversation," Clary smirked. Isabelle didn't say anything but her cheeks coloured slightly and Clary grinned and looked back down at her phone. "Anyway, I already asked him. He just text back and said that he will meet us there." Isabelle rolled her eyes.

"So you just made me suffer in silence? Bitch," she muttered. Clary laughed as they pulled up in front of the apartment and got out of the car. Magnus opened the door just as they reached it and his eyes zoned in on Clary's face.

"Nice, sweetheart," he smirked as he leaned in and kissed her quickly on the cheek. "I'm glad that our Isabelle is such a good influence on you."

"You are not one to talk about being a good influence, Magnus," Isabelle snapped.

"I'm the best," Magnus flashed his cat-like smile as he stepped aside and let the two girls into the house. Isabelle followed him upstairs while Clary walked toward the doorway into Jace's part of the apartment, feeling nervous suddenly. Jace was sprawled out on his couch, no shirt on and only a pair of shorts, reading a magazine. He looked up when she came into the room and grinned, then his eyes zeroed in on her nose.

"Isabelle talk you into that?" He asked as she walked over to him.

"Yeah," she grinned as she climbed onto the couch and straddled his waist. "You like it?"

"It's hot," he told her, looking up at her freshly pierced nose, the ring glinting down at him. "Next thing we need done is your tongue," he smirked.

"My tongue?" Clary looked confused. Jace grinned, resting his hands on her hips, rubbing them softly.

"Your tongue," he shot her a cheeky smile. "It feels fucking awesome when there's a tongue ball on your cock."

"Ohmygod!" Clary gasped and slapped him on the chest. Jace laughed and intercepted her next hit, linking their hands together. He rolled them over so that she was wedged between him and the back of the couch, pressing a quick kiss to her mouth. They stared at each other for a moment before Jace's words caught up with her and her smile faltered.

"What?" Jace asked, seeing the flicker in her eyes. "What is it?"

"Nothing, I'm just really thirsty," she told him, attempting to smile and climbing out of his gasp. She walked into his kitchen, going straight for the pack of cigarettes that Jace kept next to the kettle along with a lighter, and then pushed open the back door. It was a nasty habit, one that Jocelyn glared at her for when she excused herself from the apartment for, but when she was spending almost every day surronded by people who were pretty much all pack a day smokers, it seemed ineveitable. Plus she got two extra breaks at work if she was a smoker, so it just seemed to make sense. She was halfway through her cigarette before Jace came out to sit down on the steps next to her.

"That's pretty much the opposite of H2O," he commented.

"Mm," Clary's response was a muffled grunt around the cigarette.

"What's up?" Jace asked, holding out his hand for a puff.

"Nothing," she replied.

"And that's the response that girls always give when everything is wrong," Jace lifted his eyebrows at her. "I live with Isabelle. She is the moodiest chick around."

"No, just..." Clary chewed on her lower lip and focussed on a crack in the concrete step below her foot. "It's stupid," she groaned, running a hand through her hair.

"If you're upset about it, it's not stupid," he told her softly, handing the cigarette back.

"Well, what you said before...I'm guessing you've had a blowjob from a girl with a tongue piercing," Clary began. "And it just makes me think about how much more...Experience you've had then me and I just thought that maybe the reason you don't have sex with me much is because it's not as, I don't know...Good? As good as other girls you've been with." Her cheeks were burning with embarrassment by the time she finished. Jace was silent for a long time before he stubbed out the cigarette on the step and then dropped the butt. Then he reached out and put two fingers under her chin, turning her to face him.

"Us not having sex more isn't about me," he said gently. "It's about you."

"What do you—"

"Well, you weren't a virgin. But it was clear that you hadn't had sex much before—and not in the way you think I mean," he rushed on when he saw her eyes lower. "I didn't want to rush into all of this with you. I mean, everything else is new to you as well; the drinking, the smoking—I didn't want you to feel pressured into having sex with me all the time because you thought that's what I wanted."

"You mean you don't want to have sex all the time?" She asked disbelivingly.

"Trust me," he smirked as he moved his fingers from under her chin to her cheek, rubbing over her cheekbones. "I want to do so many things to you so many times a day that you won't be able to walk straight again for months." Clary clenched her thighs together at that thought. "But I don't want to rush—whatever this is—and risk fuck it up."

"I don't think it's rushing it," she mumbled. "I've liked you for years."

"Well that's where we're different," Jace told her. "Because I haven't just liked you for years. I wasn't lying that time I told you I was falling for you since I first met you." Clary sucked her lower lip into her mouth and he smiled. "Don't go getting all cute on me, Red," he murmured, cupping her neck and drawing her in close to him. "I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you."

"Really?" She managed to say. Jace shook his head and laughed.

"I just told you that I loved you and that's your response?" He asked. He leaned in and kissed her, long and hard. His tongue snaked inside her warm mouth, sucking on her lower lip before finally releasing her. As her eyes opened slowly, she nodded slowly.

"I love you too," she murmured.

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