I can't say I'm totally happy with this chapter. I just haven't been feeling it, but I really wanted to get it finished because I've had a few people ask me when it would be done! So here it is, I apologize for it's sloppiness and any mistakes.

The night with Jace was burnt into Clary's mind. The kisses and his touch made her body tingle every time she thought to their interlude in the kitchen; which was all the time. She would be exhausted, sweating and limbs heavy after a long day, and then Jace would brush up against her and shoot her a smoldering look and it would feel like she had touched a live wire, energy shooting through her body. Over the next several weeks there were numerous times when she would find herself wide away in the middle of the night, remembering back to when she was sitting on the bench with his arousal for her pressed against her leg. She wouldn't be able to sleep until she had finished working her hand between her legs and running her thumb over her clit. It was nearly a month later before her and Jace were alone again. It was Sunday and it was a lazy afternoon in the Institute. Clary was wearing a pair of sweatpants and an oversized crop top, stretched out on her back on one of the sofas, watching TV. She wasn't paying too much attention, she was so relaxed she kept dozing off, it was something about spoilt overly rich teenagers. The only time she really started paying attention was when the hot brunette guy with a thing for colorful scarves came on the screen. She must be getting a type; arrogant males who think they're God's gift to men. Jace walked in lazily and made his way over to the sofa, picked up 0her feet and then slumped down, placing her feet down on his lap.

"Never really pictured you as a chick who is in to this kind of show," Jace muttered, his mouth screwing up is disgust at the drama series.

"The story line is a little repetitive, but those guys are nice to look at," Clary replied, keeping her eyes carefully trained on the TV. She could feel his hands around her feet, and it was making her feel warm and almost prickly all over. She knew if she met his eyes, he would be able to read right through her, to how she was feeling, so she kept her neck tense and her eyes locked on the screen. They sat there a good few minutes in silence before Jace's hands suddenly moved on her feet, massaging her ankles. Clary nearly jumped out of her skin, her whole body jolting under his touch, eyes snapping to her face. Jace raised his eyebrows at her reaction, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. "It tickles," Clary mumbled, trying to cover her reaction.

"Oh, sorry," he didn't sound apologetic at all. He continued to rub her ankles, moving under her heel and then to the bridge of her foot. His fingers dug into the skin and Clary felt her eyes close, enjoying the feel of the massage. The room was warm from the heater that was pumping out hot air in the corner of the room, and the gentle rub of Jace's hands was methodical and rhythmic, she felt herself going to sleep. It wasn't often that she felt this relaxed, and this calm, and when Jace's hands began to rub over her ankles and to her calves, she didn't react, in fact she spread her legs slightly to encourage his gentle ministrations. The last thing she remembered before her eyes close and drifting asleep, was Jace moving and laying down on the sofa next to her.

Clary woke up in a caccoon of warmth. She yawned and tried to roll over, but was trapped between the back of the sofa and the hardness of Jace's toned body. He had one arm slung around her, holding her against his body. She really didn't want to wake up, but the TV was turned off and the room was dark, and she felt like she had been asleep for hours. She wiggled around a bit, trying not to move so much as to wake Jace, but enough to get free of his grip. Suddenly, his arm tightened around her waist and he pulled her closer against him, if possible.

"Stop moving," Jace grumbled, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck, breathing in the scent of her shampoo. Clary froze for a moment, and then started wiggling even more. "Shit, Clary, stop moving." He lifted an leg and circled it around her own, clamping her still. "This is the best sleep I have had in months and you are not gonna fuck that up for me."

"I'm not comfortable," Clary lied through clenched teeth. Jace made a grumbling noise behind her, that sounded sort of like a laugh mixed with a yawn.

"You're lying," Jace murmured. "You've been asleep for at least eight hours, and it's been a steady, solid sleep, probably for the first time since you moved in here-and don't bother lying, we can all hear you get up and walking around the house in the middle of the night." Clary snapped her mouth shut, and glared at the back of the sofa. "Now, go back to sleep."

"I want to go to my bed," Clary grunted.

"No, you don't," Jace replied, his voice infuriatingly calm. "You just want to make me think you want to go back to bed because you don't want me to think that you like sleeping here next to me. But you do like sleeping next to me, and I know that, so be quiet, and go back to sleep." Clary was pissed off, a feeling that Jace seemed to be able to invoke with every second word that came out of his mouth. She forced herself to stay quiet, her body still stiff. Then his hand lifted from where it was curled underneath her, and his fingers brushed against the bare skin of her stomach, left exposed by her crop top. The muscles of her stomach clenched and tensed under his touch, and she felt his lips curl upwards against the skin of her shoulder.

"Uh...Jace..." Clary's voice cracked, and she licked her lips which were suddenly dry. "What are you doing?"

"You're clearly not going to sleep," he whispered, his mouth close to her ear. "So I'm finishing what started the other night in the kitchen."

"What makes you think I want to finish what started?" Clary asked, trying to sound stubborn and sure of herself, and coming off as everything but.

"Babe," Jace's fingers rose several inches, cupping her breast through the material of her bra. "I know I'm not the only one who feels this way." His touch suddenly faltered, and Clary couldn't help but feel something other than annoyance flicker through her. This was a side she didn't see often, he was unsure of himself. His fingers flexed, a tip brushing against her nipple which was hardening under her bra cup and she couldn't help herself. She pressed her breasts unconsciously forward. It had been a long time since she had had any sort of relief from someone elses hand, and her body had been on fire since the night in the kitchen with Jace. "I'm not the only one who feels this way," he repeated, back to sounding like his normal cocky self, although there was a heavier edge to his tone.

"When you're not being a total jackass, you're an alright human being," she admitted stiffly. Jace laughed softly, his chest moving against her back.

"Might be the sweetest thing you've ever said to be, Clary," he grinned.

"Accept it and move forward," she growled.

"You want me to move forward?" Jace's body suddenly grinded forward, firmly against her tight ass which was pressed to his groin. Clary bit down hard on her lower lip to stop herself from moaning out loud. Jace tightened his hand around her breast, his other palm pressing hard to her stomach, stopping her from moving anywhere. He ground against her again, the palm on her stomach stretching out, the tips of his fingers reaching underneath the elastic band of her sweatpants. He didn't dip any further down, but it was just enough to tease her and make wet heat rush between her legs. He pressed another kiss to her bare shoulder, making his way to the curve between her shoulder and neck, his teeth brushing against her skin, his tongue flicking out across her sensitive flesh. He felt her tense up and then grind her hips backwards, pushing her body against his.

"Fuck, Jace..." Clary sighed, twisting her neck around and her upper torso, her lips seeking his. They finally found what they were looking for, and their mouths meshed together. His hips began to match her rhythm, grinding against her ass, the feeling of her pushing her body back against his. Their tongues lapped against one anothers, her hand coming up and tangling itself in his hair, her fingers scratching over his scalp. They fumbled awkwardly as he tried to roll her body over, pulling her so that she was flat on her back on the couch, underneath him. Then he pulled away, and stared down at her. There were a few rays of light falling through the windows from the sun that was just starting to rise. Her pale skin was flushed and her lips were swollen, her red hair a mess around her face.

She looked gorgeous.

And then her small hand slipped between them, working the button and zipper of his jeans and then sliding inside. Her palm came in contact with his arousal and he groaned. He thrust his hips forward to meet her hand, her fingers tightening around his cock. Her other hand wrapped around his waist, nails digging into his back. His head dropped to the crook of her neck, sighing against her skin as her hand began to move faster and faster. Her thumb flicked over the crest of his cock, lubricating her touch with his pre-cum. His hips snapped upwards faster, feeling pressure building at the base of his spine and tightening his balls. Suddenly, he jerked away from her.

"Stop, stop," he gasped out. "Shit, Clary..." she pulled her hand away and forced his face up to meet hers, their lips crashing together once more. Tongues twined together, his mouth hot and fiery against hers. He broke away from her to pull at her sweatpants, pushing them over her hips and down her legs, Clary helping him with his own jeans. She bent her knees back, the heels of her feet pressing into his lower back. She felt his cock brush against her lower lips and her body jerked, a sigh falling from between her lips as she raised her hips to meet his.

He slid forward, entering her, feeling his toes curl as her velvet walls clenched around them. He filled her to the hilt and then stopped, both of them breathing unsteadily as they adjusted to one another. Then he began to move, slow at first, and then faster, the angle of her hips making her walls tighten around him every time he entered her. Clary's sighs were like music to his ears, and she had her eyes squeezed shut tight, her lips parting to moan his name several times. He leaned down and gave her a close mouthed kiss, brushing his nose against hers. She opened her eyes the slightest bit, those green orbs filled with lust and warmth as he pushed into her harder.

"Clary..." Jace grunted. "Babe, I'm close..."

"Come for me, Jace," Clary murmured in his ear, feeling herself on the brink, knowing that when he snapped she would fall over the edge with him. They came together, moaning out one anothers names, Clary's teeth biting into his shoulder as she tried to contain her cry. Their breathing was heavy, and Jace rolled off her after a moment, laying side by side with her on the couch. He reached between them to her hand, twining his fingers together with hers. Clary couldn't help but smile at the ceiling as he did. "Didn't know that the great and woman-slaying Jace Wayland held hands," she joked lightly. He didn't say anything for a long moment before turning his head to face hers.

"Well there's something about you, Clary, that makes me do things I haven't done with anyone else," he murmured. Clary felt her cheeks flush all over again, and she tightened her hold on his hand. After a long moment, he finally said, "So can we go back to sleep now?"

"Can I put my pants back on?" She replied.

"Only if you promise to lay back down next to me after," he replied, his voice light but his eyes serious. Clary smiled at him.

"Promise."

I suck, suck, suck at endings! Anyway, leave a review, let me know what you think.