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Shopping

On one of the purple leather couches, I lounged; trying my best to sit still but as a woman, who has to fight demons every night, try helplessly to forget the past, and survive an erotic relationship I wasn't very good at sitting still. Still, I tried, picking up a 'TIME' magazine and moving my red unruly curls roughly behind my ear as I waited on my boyfriend.

As if on cue, Jace called out to me from behind the door of the changing room, "Clary! I like this one!" Thank you Jesus I thought, that was the first outfit he actually liked in an hour. Still, I could not tell if he was saying this because he wanted to get out of this shop or because he genuinely liked the outfit.

"Well, come out here and show me." I called back trying to pull back the impatience in my voice.

"Yes, my body looks incredible in this one." Jace muttered, I rolled my eyes as he walked out in a green polo, unbuttoned to show me his well defined chest and a few black streaks from his permanent runes, Jace was also wearing khaki pants and a black leather belt.

I stood up and walked over to him adjusting the shirt and pants. I stepped back as I looked him up and down slowly.

"What?" Jace asked breaking my concentration, "I look fantastic!"

"I don't know… you need something." I replied hoping the mischievous gleam didn't shine to bright in my eye.

Jace looked down at himself and then to me, astonished, "What do I need?" He asked.

I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed him. Me, I said silently.

"Your right, Clary," Jace seemed to read my mind, "Now it is perfect." He smiled against my lips.

"Find something you like?" A voice, who I thought was me at first, asked us. I turned to see a beaming brunette male that had his hands clutched together staring at us behind his wide framed glasses. The man was wearing a plaid red suit, a green tie, and blue dress shoes. He was a mundane.

"Yes, we did." Jace recovered first, laying a protective arm around my shoulder.

"Oh great! Great! Excellent choices! I love that shirt!" The man came over and placed his hands on Jace's shoulders to flatten out the sleeves. Or so I hoped. I walked out of from under Jace's arm and behind the man who still had his hands on my boyfriend.

Jace seemed to like that complement, "The pants look fantastic on me as well." I rolled my eyes.

"They surely do!" The man replied, bending down to see if the pants were long enough and to flatten them out as well. Basically the mundane was just patting Jace down; smart man.

Jace, however, looked uncomfortable. He looked at me for help.

I walked forward, knotting my fingers into one of Jace's hands, "Sir, do you have anything else like this outfit? Because Jace seems to like it." I asked.

The man looked down at me, unpleasantly, "Of course." He said shortly, walking us over to a row of clothes. He pulled out three shirts; a black, navy blue, and a red, also he pulled out two more pairs of pants; blue jeans slightly destroyed and some grey slacks. He handed the clothes to Jace and Jace walked back into the dressing room. "So who are you?"

I looked up at the man, his short rude tone bugging me, "I'm the girlfriend." I replied.

"Okay." He replied, not compassionate or sad simply rude.

Jace emerged from behind the dressing rooms white door in the red shirt and blue jeans, I blushed when I saw him; he looked not beautiful but hot in this outfit. Jace smirked at me, which wasn't good for my heart at this moment. I bit my lip, fanning myself, as the man walked towards Jace.

"You look great in red." I stuttered.

Jace rolled his eyes, "I look great in anything."

"He is right, you know, you have the perfect body." The man placed his hands back on Jace's shoulders.

"What can I say? Years of training." Jace shrugged arrogantly.

"Oh really," I tried to not here the seductiveness in the man's voice, "What do you do?"

Jace's eyes widened, I could practically hear what he was thinking; what is a mundane sport? What is a mundane sport that I could be training years for?

"Basketball." I blurted out when the silence had gone on too long. The two men looked around at me, seeming to notice that I was still in the room.

"Basketball?" The man asked, looking back at Jace who was staring at me, "What is basketball?" He had this written all over his face.

"Basketball, right Jace? You have been training years for basketball because you are a star athlete, do you remember last week when you shot the three pointer? When the twenty-four second clock when out?" I asked, trying my best to give him clues, even though I didn't know much about basketball.

Jace thought for a moment, "Oh," He said in recognition nodding at me, "Yes, basketball that is the sport I play."

I rolled my eyes, his cluelessness was adorable. The man seemed to find it adorable as well, "Really? Well, I would love to come to a game." The man winked.

"Alright," I said loudly, "I think it is time to check out, don't you Jace?"

"Sure, yes." Jace chuckled, disappearing back into his dressing room and emerged back in his black on black outfit he came here in; he was holding the clothes that we were going to buy. After we checked out, Jace and I walked out of the store holding hands while Jace held the bag in his other hand.

"So, do you like your new clothes?" I asked, looking over at Jace.

He nodded, "I do. Thank you for taking me, you were right I did need some new clothes."

I stopped walking turning him so we were face to face, "Excuse me? I was right? Jace Lightwood, did I just hear that correctly?"

Jace smiled, "Yes, Clary Fray, you were right and I was wrong."

"Jace Lightwood, the almighty perfect wonderful Jace, was wrong? Can you write that down? I think I would like to remember this moment for future references." I told him, Jace interrupted me with a kiss.

"Are you done?" He asked, pulling his face just an inch apart from me, his hand coming up to stroke my cheek.

"Not yet," I whispered smiling, "Can you say it once more?"

"I was wrong," Jace whispered kissing along my jaw line, "I was wrong," Jace kissed my nose, forehead, and cheeks, "You, Clary, were right." He kissed my lips passionately.

I pulled back laughing, "Gay boys really seem to like you."

Jace laughed loudly as well, "What can I say, baby? I am gorgeous!" He laughed again as a large crack of thunder broke out.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Thank you everyone who has reviewed, has placed this story as your favorite, story alerts, etc. already! Sorry if Jace's character seems a little weird here, I am coming to realize that he is hard to write for just right for his character. Does that make sense? Like his is arrogant but humble, selfless but selfish, anyway I will try to update soon and thanks for reading again! (: