Flashback
"I'm not turning into a girl, Simon." Jace growled, his grip around the controller hardened, his knuckles turning white.
"Yes, you kind of are, I mean this is the first time in 3 weeks that I have seen you. Seriously bro what's happening?" Simon asked.
"Nothing, I just have a lot going on." Jace said, pushing down the bottom of his tongue.
"I know what you have going on, and it's a redhead." Jordan said, taking a sip of his beer.
"Let the poor boy alone, it's not his fault that he is in loooooove." Magnus said dragging out the O in love.
"Thanks Magnus." Jace said his voice dripping with sarcasm.
But Simon was right, Jace had spent a lot of time with Clary. It wasn't because Clary was one of those overly attached kind of girls, but because he wanted to be with her. He really liked being with her.
The only reason Jace was at Simon's was because Clary had to study for some test, and had thrown him out. But this, of course, wasn't anything he had told the boys. Nope, Clary and his relationship was something he had for himself, and not something they needed to know about.
"Yo, dude when are even going to meet this infamous Clary?" Jordan asked.
Jace, had thought about introducing Clary to the guys, but had decided against it. It would be catastrophic, Magnus could scare her (it was possible with his being…him), Simon could tell her about their college time together and Jordan could tell her all about all the girls that Jace had...met. No, Clary and the guys weren't going to happen, not in this life anyways.
"I don't know man, mean she's pretty busy and we aren't that serious." Jace said, the feeling of his not that serious lie almost choked him when she said it, but he still kept a straight face.
"Of course she's busy; you and her are constantly together. I mean, when was the last time we saw you?" Magnus asked, but didn't wait for an answer: Jace's apologetic smile was enough.
"Exactly, and since we are all such good friends, I think that it would only be fair if we meet her. You know, making sure she's good enough and all that." Magnus said, Simon and Jordan both made a sound between a snort and a laugh. They both knew that Magnus didn't want to make sure that Clary was good enough for Jace, but the other way around. Jace also knew that, but he also knew that Magnus probably was right. It was Jace who wasn't good enough for Clary, and during the last 3 months they had been together he had realized it more and more.
End of flashback
God must hate me, Jace thought as he followed Clary though Macy's. They were out shopping, (for him) and Clary had told him that he needed some new shirts and a new pair of slacks. Personally Jace didn't think so, but anyways here they were.
It wasn't that he didn't like spending time with Clary, in fact he loved it. It was more what they were spending their time on, and shopping wasn't one of his favorite activities. Of course there had been one exception. They had been dating for a few months, and Clary had asked him to come with her to find a dress she could wear to her parents 25 year anniversary party. It had ended with them in one of the dressing rooms, her skirt up, his pants down.
Jace smiled at the memory and looked at his wife; she was a couple of steps in front of him, and that gave him a nice view of her ass that looked very good in the white skinny jeans she was wearing.
He wanted to reach out for her, but decided against it, considering that she was talking to one of those obnoxious sales ladies. Clary probably wouldn't appreciate it.
Their relationship had gotten better during the last week. After Clary's confession everything had been easier. She was easier to talk to, they spent more time together and then there was the sex, which in Jace's mind was the best thing.
Flashback
It was 1 pm, and most of the office had gone to lunch; the only ones back were the ones that hoped for a raise. Jace sat behind his desk, his big dark mahogany desk that had been his grandfather's. Herondale Inc. was as quiet as ever, it always was at this time of the day. Even that scrawny intern in the copy room was out doing whatever.
And yet Jace didn't find it lonely; he liked the quietness, liked the feeling of peace and today was no exception. It was Monday, the busiest day of the week and he sat at his desk, a cup of coffee to his right, and looked on the sales numbers which looked exceptionally good.
And with this Jace thought that his life was turning for the better; Clary and he had talked and now things were good. They weren't perfect, but close. He could still feel that there was something underneath the surface, but it was getting better. And it wasn't just his personal life that was good, but also the family business which would probably expand during the next few months.
He was buried in his own thoughts when the voice of an angel interrupted.
"Jace," Clary asked, he looked up and couldn't help the smile that was teasing his lips. He hadn't heard her come in, but it was a nice surprise. What was even nicer was the fact that she was wearing a trench coat, high heels, her hair down and bare legs.
"What a nice surprise Clare, what do I own the pleasure?" he smirked and got up from his chair, his eyes hovering over her, and darkening when he saw the blush that slowly made its way from her chest and neck to her cheeks.
"Just wanted to see my husband, is that such a crime?" she asked walking towards him, meeting him halfway and trailed her finger down his chest, sending a chill through both of them.
Jace smiled and kissed her, his hands opening the bottom of Clary's jacket. His breath caught when his hand didn't touch any material under the coat, just skin.
Clary smirked against his mouth.
"Let me just lock the door," he told her huskily.
"Already done." she smiled, her hands already opening his shirt.
End of flashback
"Jace!" Clary called over her shoulder.
"Yes?" Jace asked, getting up from the light blue couch he had been sitting on for the last 20 minutes.
"Do you like this one?" Clary asked while the sales lady showed him a dark green sweater, the color of it reminding him of Clary's eyes.
"I do," he said after he had inspected it; it looked nice.
"I told you he would love it," the sales lady said to Clary, "The fabric is warm and soft, just what every man wants."
"No," Jace interrupted, "A not so straight man would want a sweater. A straight man like myself would like to get out of here, eat some ribs, drink some beer and then have sex." he said winking at Clary in the process, she blushed and looked away, a small smile showing on her lips. The sales lady just looked confused for a moment before turning to Clary.
"So you are buying this and the two others we talked about?" the lady asked, unfazed.
"Yeah, we will be at the checkout in a minute." Clary smiled, the sales lady nodded and walked away with the sweater.
Clary looked at Jace; her arms crossed.
"Really, Jace?" She asked, but she didn't sound the least bit annoyed, maybe a little skeptic but except for that she smiled, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
"Well I am right you know, it's not my fault she doesn't know the difference." Jace said and shrugged.
"Okay, come on, let's go pay and then get you some ribs." Clary laughed, while taking his big hand in her small one and dragging him after her.
Jace leaned down so his face was right beside hers, "And sex babe, don't forget the sex." He whispered in her ear, his voice dark and husky. This time Clary blushed a lovely color of crimson red that could be darker than her hair.
"Never," she whispered back and Jace could feel the unspoken promise in the air of what awaited him when they were home.
So here it is :D sorry for the long wait:/also my Cassidy jones thing is going to be a chapter bigger tomorrow :)