A/N: Thanks for all the wonderful reviews.

In the last part of this chapter I'm trying to write this 3rd person perspective as it should be written, which means multiple povs at once. Hope it makes sense.

Thanks to my beta cboo2501, she's great and all mistakes are mine.

All characters belong to the respective authors.

Chapter 15

Happy days are here again

~J~

Jace laid stiffly on his back, as far to the right of his bed as he could without falling down on the floor. His arms were tucked underneath his pillow, to keep himself from touching Clary who was snuggled up close to his side, her head rested over his heart and her soft curls tickled his nose. It was more than a little uncomfortable, but there were no place he'd rather be than right there.

He was exhausted and wanted to sleep desperately. But he didn't dare to relax just yet. Not until Qhuinn had made his nightly check-in, making sure that Jace kept his hands to himself.

The transition from cool, laidback older brother to an overprotective, over suspicious father had been difficult to deal with, and Jace couldn't wait for them to move back to their own house the next day. But, at the same time he wanted them to stay, he'd become used to sleeping next to his Angel this last two weeks, and he wanted to continue doing so. They hadn't been away from each other since he entered her house and found Seb on top of her, except for when they had different classes.

Jace looked up from the girl in his bed as the light in the hallway spilled into his room and was met with the glare from Qhuinn's mismatched eyes. The giant did the universal sign for 'I'm watching you', by first pointing to his own two eyes and then at Jace, who answered by rolling his eyes and nodding that he understood. Qhuinn shot him another glare before partially closing the door and continuing to the guestroom.

Jace didn't move at first, just laid there, listening to her calm breathing while thanking the heavens that they'd gotten to her in time and that she was, more or less, over what happened already.

He honestly found that strange. She had nearly been raped, but didn't seem affected by it. When he had asked her, she had just smiled and looked him deeply in his eyes. "I knew you were coming for me," she had whispered. "I only had to hold out until you got there."

Clary's strong faith in him made Jace feel about twenty feet tall, but it was also frightening. He wasn't sure he could live up to that.

She shifted slightly and hummed happily in her sleep as she burrowed her face into his throat.

Jace was almost drowning in his own guilt when his body reacted to her close proximity. It felt so wrong, but he couldn't stop his mind from returning to the night of the attack and the shower they'd taken together afterwards.

Jace followed her into the bathroom and turned on the water, adjusting the temperature, having a feeling that she wanted it hotter than he preferred. When he turned towards the door to leave her alone he felt her slim fingers wrap around his wrist.

"Please," she pleaded with him, a wet shine to her eyes. "I don't want to go to sleep having his hands being the last to touch me," as if she felt his hesitation she tightened her grip on his wrist. "Please…I need this."

Jace had never been good at saying 'no' to her, even during normal circumstances so without another word he started undressing and joined her in the shower.

Letting Clary move his hands over her body where Seb's hands had touched her had made Jace sick to his stomach. He had gently kissed the dark bruises over her jaw and came up with the idea to cover the hickey behind her ear with his own, much bigger one.

The reminders of what she'd been through had kept him in control of his 'baser instincts', and if that hadn't been enough; Qhuinn's looming presence in the house had worked well to quell any 'urges' Jace might've had.

Jace wanted Clary, more and more for every passing day, but he was disgusted by himself for his desires.

He managed to force himself to relax, scooted closer to Clary and wrapped his arms around her, whispering under his breath, so to not wake her from her deep slumber. "Good night Angel. I love you."

I'm gonna let her decide when it's the right time to make love again. I refuse to push her into doing anything she doesn't want and I'll wait until she's ready. With those final thoughts he drifted off to sleep.

~C~

A few days later, Clary, Izzy and Magnus were sprawled out on the brand new section couches, sharing a carton of Ben & Jerry's Peanut buttercup ice cream. They had decided to have a girl's afternoon, giving their men extra time to get the last of their Christmas shopping done, as it was less than a week away.

The three friends had, in a silent agreement, refrained from discussing the newly painted black wall that stuck out like a sore thumb next to the entryway to the living room. Qhuinn had not been happy to find out that it was a bearing wall and couldn't be torn down without risking the whole house. After hours of yelling at the construction crew that had handled the renovation of the club he'd had to settle for repainting it. Blay Okayed the paint, but refused to agree to the skulls and toxic waste signs his fiancé wanted to add. To his great disappointment Blay had also nixed the idea of huge guard dogs.

"How are you sleeping since you've been back home?" Izzy asked. "Any more nightmares?"

The first nights Clary had woken up screaming, being back in this very living room with Seb, but in her dreams Jace wasn't on time. "The first night was pretty rough, but then Jace started 'sneaking'," finger quotes, "at night, and they haven't come back since."

"What do you mean by 'sneaking'?" Magnus mimicked her gesture.

Clary giggled-snorted. "The new front door is made of 5 inches thick armored steel covered in wood panels. Everything from the door to the smallest crawlspace is connected to an alarm and outside there's security cameras pointed in every possible direction. But Qhuinn still wants me to believe that Jace manages to sneak inside the house as soon as he and Blay goes to bed. Please!" She scooped up some ice cream and started munching on it.

"Soooo….." Izzy dragged out the word, smirking. "What exactly happens in the bedroom? Tell me that you're doing something more interesting than sleeping."

"I wish I could," Clary muttered glumly.

"Why not?" Magnus asked. "Aren't you ready yet? Because of…"

"I'm more than ready to make love to him again," Clary mumbled around the spoon.

Izzy groaned. "Why are you telling us? Shouldn't you let him know that?"

Magnus eyed Clary curiously. "After what happened with…" he trailed off, not uttering the dreaded name, "um, I thought you'd want to…hold off…on…" he shrugged awkwardly, "…you know…"

The girls burst out in a fit of giggles. "Since when did you turn into such a prude, Mags?" Izzy forced out between her laughter. "You can't say the s-word out loud?"

Magnus scowled. "At least I'm not the one that calls it 'the s-word'," he dug into the tub of ice cream, taking his sweet time eating the chilled treat, one lick of the spoon at the time. "I'm just trying to understand. What happened with S…" he shuddered, still refusing to say the name, "…was horrifying!" He looked Clary up and down, examining her closely. "But you seem fine… Why, how is that?"

Clary smiled, not surprised by the question. She'd been asked the same thing by Jace, Qhuinn and Blay too. "Seb is going to jail," she said quietly. "There's no doubt about that. He pleaded guilty to everything and from what Qhuinn hinted, to a whole lot more that I don't even know if he's done or not. The boys will use their connections to make sure that his sentence will be the toughest there is. His parents are selling their house and moving away, so when he finally gets out he will have no reason to come back here. I know I don't have to worry about seeing him again." She took a deep breath and her smile widened, the look in her eyes softening. "And, yes, what he did is something that I'm never going to forget…But, you have to understand that I knew that Jace would come for me, save me… and he did. What Seb did, or tried to do…" a chill ran down Clary's spine as the 'what ifs' played out in her mind and she shook her head with emphasis, "…is nothing, nothing like what I want with Jace. What Seb wanted… It wasn't about love, or even sex really… More about control, and pain… He's insane, and I'm not going to let him affect mine or Jace's life ever again!"

The tension in the room was broken by Izzy's snort. "I'm impressed that you have that much faith in my brother. I can't even trust that he'll take out the trash."

Magnus snickered. "I guess Jace don't see Clary as trash. Besides, the promise of sex makes men walk that extra mile. Whenever I want Alec to do something I just…"

"Ah!" Izzy cried out and covered her ears. "La, la, la. I can't hear you!"

Clary laughed and scooped up another spoonful of ice cream. "I'm all about sharing," she grinned, "But I have a feeling that Iz doesn't want the deets on her brothers' sex-lives."

"Ugh!" Izzy made a face in disgust. "Hell no! I would need some serious brain bleach afterwards."

"In that case," Clary mumbled and licked the bottom of the spoon to keep the ice cream from dripping as it melted, "how am I supposed to ask for advice when it comes to seducing one of them?" her bottom lip jutted out in a pout.

Izzy pulled at her own lip, contemplating her friend's question. A smirk spread across her face when she came up with an answer, making her dark eyes sparkle. "I got it. You can come up with a codename, so I can pretend that you're talking about someone else, like…um…," she pulled on her earlobe as she ran through the list of famous hotties in her head. "Oh, I know… Johnny Depp," she leant back on the couch with a dreamy, faraway look in her eyes.

"Isn't he a little…old?" Magnus asked innocently, well aware of the reaction that his words would set forth.

"Bite your tongue," Izzy gasped indignantly, as if she had been personally insulted. "He could very well live to be a thousand years and still be one of the hottest men in the world," anger sparked hotly in her eyes.

Clary almost choked on the spoon still in her mouth to keep from laughing, but as soon as she met his mischievous cat-like eyes she broke down in a loud guffaw, similar to the ones Qhuinn would explode into.

Once she started laughing she couldn't seem to stop. She laughed until tears trickled down her flushed cheeks and she had to clutch her sides from the pain in her stomach. When she finally managed to calm herself down Clary made the mistake of looking at Izzy's scowling face and she was back where she started again. "I…can't…breathe…" she gasped between giggles.

Minutes passed and the next time she calmed down her emerald greens collided with Qhuinn's mismatched ones. His brows were hitched to his hairline and amusement shone from their blue and green depths. "Ya doin' okay there, nalla?" he chuckled.

Through blurred eyes Clary looked from him to her friends that wore matching expressions of 'what the hell?'. Struggling to get her breathing under control she gave him a half shrug and shook her head.

He rolled his eyes and sat down next to her on the couch. "I guess ya had to be there, am I right?"

"Uh-uh," Magnus snickered. "I was here, and I'm not sure what the hell that was all about."

Izzy hesitated, eying Clary carefully, then turned to Qhuinn. "I think she finally let herself break down," she noted quietly, somberly. "But instead of crying her eyes out, she laughed."

Clary bit her lip, deep in thought. Could Izzy be right about that? After Seb had trashed her room she had felt so helpless, vulnerable and violated, she had practically been a zombie the first couple of hours after it happened.

But after the attack she hadn't gone through that.

Perhaps it was because she'd managed to fight back, however useless it had been and that she never lost faith in Jace. She hadn't even realized that she was more affected by the ordeal than she thought. She took a deep breath, let it out slowly and buried her face against Qhuinn's broad shoulder.

"Feelin' better?" he asked softly.

Clary continued to chew on her lip, almost taking a bite out of his shirt in the process. She went over his words in her head. Examining the meaning of them and her own emotions before giving him an answer.

The heavy weight on her shoulders, which she hadn't been aware she'd been carrying around, loosened. "Yes," she lifted her head and gave him a genuine smile. "Yes, I do."

"Perf," he hugged her tightly for several minutes, stroking her back soothingly. When he released her, he looked deep in to her eyes, nodded once and kissed her forehead. "I got yo back, nalla. Ya know that right?"

"I know, dad."

His eyes shone with unshed tears of joy, as always when she called him that. Qhuinn kissed her again, pulled her close to her side and turned to her friends, whom sat on the second sectional facing them. "So what ya been up too?" he asked with exaggerated curiosity, changing the subject.

"Spooning?" Clary's answer came out as a question as she demonstrated by scooping up a spoonful of ice cream and shoved it inside of her mouth, where she let it stay as the semi-frozen goodness melted.

The look Qhuinn gave her was filled with pity. "Oh, nalla," he shook his head sadly. "Ya're doin' it all wrong."

She stuck out her tongue and smacked him lightly over the head. She looked to her friends, wordlessly asking for their help, but only received a shrug from Magnus and a mischievous wink from Izzy.

"Hey, Qhuinn," Izzy said, sounding smug. "We had a discussion before you came home. Maybe you could help us."

Clary's eyes widened in horror. What? No, no, no, no.

Qhuinn grinned expectantly. "Hell yeah. I'm always up for helpin' out my nalla an 'er friends."

"Oh goody," Izzy sat up straighter. "You see, we were talking about how to best seduce your man."

He guffawed. "Si gettin' tired of ya already?"

"Um…Yeah, sure," the glance Izzy threw Clary's way wasn't even remotely discreet. "Let's go with that."

Qhuinn gave the three of them suspicious glares, cleared his throat and muttered something that sounded like; This'll come back an' bite me in the ass, I'm sure of it. "Ya think he's getting' it on behind yo back?" he growled, the question directed at Izzy, but his eyes were locked on Clary. He clenched his fist, getting ready for a fight.

"No, it's nothing like that," Izzy quickly denied just as Clary was about to assure him of the opposite of what he was thinking.

Clary was grateful for Izzy's help. She was afraid that is she opened her mouth she would confirm Qhuinn's suspicion. For now he merely suspected that it was really Jace they were talking about, but one wrong word and he would know.

"Good," he took a deep steadying breath. "Okay, so what's the deal?"

"Um…" Izzy looked at Clary with panic. "Um…"

"He…um…" Clary tried to come to her friends rescue, but her mind was completely blank.

"For Christ sake," Magnus grumbled. "Ja…Simon is being a little pussy. He's afraid that Cl... Izzy isn't ready for sex at the moment, so he's keeping her at arms length. But, our sweet, darling Cl… Izzy is horny and wants to get down and dirty with her guy. Any suggestions?"

Clary cringed every time Magnus almost gave himself away.

"Well," Qhuinn began, surprisingly enough still pretending to believe that it was Simon who had the problem. "Sometimes ya just have to grab yo man by the arm and say; 'Ya straight? Everythin' good? Ya need yo cock sucked or somethin'?'" he crossed his arms over his chest, leant back against the couch, quirking his pierced eyebrow in challenge, as if daring them to keep up the charade.

Izzy hesitated. "So… basically what you're saying is that I should offer him a…blowjob?"

He tensed up and leant forward, placing his hands, palms down, on his knees. "Yeah," I'm sayin' that you," he punctuated the word by pointing at her, "should give Simon a blowjob." He turned to Clary and fixed her with a glare. "There will be no other blowjobs given to nobody, feel me?"

Blay was at the club, overseeing the last of the preparations for the wedding that were to take place in two days, so Qhuinn and Clary had ordered pizza for an early dinner.

In little over an hour Jace was picking her up to spend the night at his place.

She had been surprised when Qhuinn not only allowed it, but even suggested the sleepover. He had explained that he wanted the house to himself and his fiancé, since they had decided to spend the night before New Year's Eve apart. It was, after all, tradition to do so, and they'd figured they should at least uphold some of them.

Clary munched on the tip of her pizza slice, her mind occupied with Jace. Tonight's the night, she promise herself with equal parts determination, excitement and nervousness. Her thoughts started getting more explicit and heat flooded her cheeks. She glanced discretely at Qhuinn to see if he had caught on to where her fantasies were headed, but he was busy shoveling food into his mouth with even more enthusiasm than usual.

"Um…dad…?" she stared at him, eyes wide, her own pizza slice dangling forgotten from the tips of her fingers. "What's up with the hurry? Afraid the food will run out?" she still thought of him mostly as Qhuinn, but had taken to calling him dad to his face ever since the attack.

After he'd inhaled the last of the pizza Qhuinn started stomping his foot, tapping his fingers against the table surface and scratching his neck with his free hand.

He didn't answer her question.

His eyes darted all over the place. From meeting hers, looking away and then back again.

The silence stretched out for too long and Clary started getting worried. She couldn't remember seeing him like that, ever. "Seriously, what's wrong? Is it the wedding?" she asked impatiently, then gasped, horrified, "You're not having second thoughts, are you?"

"No, no, no," he denied quickly and raised his hands in front of him, as if shielding himself from the accusation, "fuck no!"

She frowned, "Then what is wrong? And don't you dare to say 'nothing', I can see that it's something bothering you."

"Oh, fuck," Qhuinn muttered and rubbed the heel of his palms into his mismatched eyes. "I can't…Shit…" he continued to curse and mumble incoherently for several minutes, only making her more nervous.

"Dad!?" she finally snapped, feeling as if she was about to explode from the tension in the kitchen.

"Yeah, shit, sorry…" he cleared his throat. "So…um…did…Izzy fix things with Simon, or what?"

Clary gaped at him, completely flabbergasted by the seemingly random question. "What the heck are you…? Oh…" she blushed a deep crimson as she realized what he was talking about. Izzy and Simon… Meaning Clary and Jace.

"Yeah, oh," Qhuinn grunted, looking pained.

"Um… no-oo," she dragged out the word and looked away, uncomfortable with the new subject.

"Oh…? Good…. Um…." He stuttered and fidgeted in his seat. "Do ya…?" he stopped and tugged at his short, spikey hair. "Fuck, I can't believe I'm doin' this…" he reached for the pitcher of water on the table, refilled his glass and gulped it down in one swallow. Qhuinn wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and burped loudly. "Doyawantmyadvice?"

Clary's eyes widened with shock and she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth to keep her jaw from hitting the floor. "Did you just…?" No, he couldn't have… Could he? "I mean, are you…?" No, I must've heard wrong… "Are you saying…?" she shook her head, trying to clear her mind. "What are you saying, exactly?"

Qhuinn scrunched up his face and shot her a 'are you really going to make me say it?' glare. "Argh…Fine…" he growled, when she refused to budge. "But… we're doin' it my way, 'kay?"

Clary remained quiet, still in shock she wasn't sure what to say, or think for that matter. When she figured out that he actually expected an answer she nodded and watched with apprehension as he rubbed his hands over his face and agitatedly pulled at the piercing in his lip.

"First, just to be clear… Izzy don't think Simon's cheatin' on 'er?"

She bit her lip to hide her smile. "No," she confirmed. "That's not the problem."

"Nah, didn't think so," he agreed. ""Soooo…." He started fidgeting again.

Clary had never seen him this uncomfortable and couldn't decide if she should tease him about it or feel sorry for him. "Soooo," she copied him, placed her elbows on the table top and rested her chin in her hands.

"Don't rush me, 'kay," he muttered. "This shit is hard as it is." He uttered a few colorful words before finally continuing. "What happened to…Izzy was really fucked up an' she might be okay an' all, but maybe Simon ain't? Maybe he just need to be sure that he ain't gonna hurt 'er, that he ain't puttin' any pressure on 'er, feel me?"

"Yeah, I think so…" Clary answered hesitantly. "But what should I…er…she do to assure him that he's not?"

"Fuck nalla," he stood up abruptly, causing the chair to topple over. With long, determined strides he stalked over to the liquor cabinet, poured himself a shot of Herradura and tossed it back, quickly followed by another one. Slightly less tense he returned to the table and met the wary glance she gave him with a pout. "Ya're killin' me here, ya know that right?"

She chuckled at his whiney tone. "Sorry," she choked out when he glared at her.

"He rolled his eyes and snorted. "Sure ya are."

"So what do you suggest that I..er..Iz… Son of a biscuit, do we have to keep the name thing going?" she scowled, annoyed.

"Hell yeah, we do," Qhuinn said in his no-bullshit voice.

Clary frowned, but kept up the pretense that they weren't talking her and Jace. "Okay… so what should Izzy do?"

"Fuck," he breathed. "I can't believe I'm doin this…" he took a deep breath, scratched his neck and looked her deep in the eyes. "Soooo… Here's what ya gotta do…"

~J & C~

Later that same evening Clary and Jace was laying facing each other on his bed, sharing soft, sweet kisses and tentative caresses, and she was ready to take it to the next level.

With Qhuinn's advice still ringing in her ear Clary slid her hand underneath Jace's t-shirt and trailed the planes of his chest with trembling fingers. Looking deep into his beautiful golden eyes she whispered huskily, "I want you," before pressing her lips to his again, this time deepening the kiss. When they had to break for air she spoke breathlessly, "Make love to me, Jace."

"Angel, I…" Jace hesitated, his voice hoarse with need. "Are you sure?"

A brilliant smile lit up her face and her eyes softened. "I've never been surer of anything in my life."

Jace crushed his mouth against hers with a low groan. Stroking her bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, urging her to open up and with a moan of relief she did.

They started out slow. Their tongues lazily tangling, stroking, tasting. But as their hands found their ways underneath clothing, the heat intensified between them.

Clary tugged eagerly at the hem of his shirt, "Off," she insisted.

Jace complied happily, only releasing her lips long enough to pull it over his head. Desperate to feel him skin to skin she removed her own tank and pressed her body as close to his as she could.

"Angel," Jace panted. "Maybe we should take this slower. I don't want to do anything that you don't want to."

"You don't ever have to worry about that," Clary assured him. Taking a deep breath, she thought back to Qhuinn's advice once more and looked up at Jace shyly. "Um… I have a suggestion…Something that might…um…help, with that."

Jace nodded, more than a little distracted by the feel of her naked breast against him, but definitively interested in what she had to say. "Anything, Angel," he swore. "Anything that will make you feel good and safe…" Clary hitched her leg around his waist and pushed herself against his straining erection, delighted by the groan that escaped his slightly parted lips, "…and good and…" Jace mumbled incoherently.

She buried her face in his hair, needing to hide the embarrassing blush if she was going to have even the slightest chance to tell him. Her hot breath fanned across the skin behind his ear as she stuttered, "Um…yeah…," Jace grinded his dick against her core, turning her brain to mush. "You could…um…look me…in the eyes… God…the whole…time," she was panting heavily by the time she managed to finish the sentence.

Jace's fingers danced teasingly along the waistband of Clary's yoga pants before sliding inside.

"Uh-hu," he nodded jerkily. "I can do that…anything else?"

Instead of answering she started fingering the button of his jeans. Lifting her head from his neck she glanced at him, as if asking for permission. She worried her bottom lip and popped open the button.

His eyes locked with hers, dark with desire as she slowly pulled down the zipper. He almost tore his jeans at the seams as he helped her take them off of him.

Before laying back down Jace tugged her pants down her hips and all the way off her legs.

They rested side by side, facing each other, practically naked. Him in just his boxer briefs and her in a pair of boy-shorts.

Placing his hands gently on the small of her back he followed her spine up to her neck. Cupping the back of her head in his hand he leant forward until their lips were almost touching. "I love you Angel," he whispered and kissed her heatedly.

He sneaked his free hand in between them and placed it over her panty clad mound. Rubbing the heel of his palm against the little nub he sent shockwaves throughout her entire body.

"Jaacccceee," she moaned. "There…there's…"

He broke the kiss and held her gaze. "Yeah?" he murmured huskily. "Right there?" He slid a long finger along her slick folds adding a little more pressure as he grazed her bundle of nerves.

Clary bucked her hips, trying to get closer to his touch. "No…I…" she gasped, "there's…more…AH!" She came undone in his hands with a cry.

Jace waited for her breathing to slow before asking "More of what?"

"I have one more idea," she swallowed hard as she tried to conjure up the courage to tell him the rest. "I could…um…maybe if…" she looked away from him, too embarrassed to continue.

"Hey," Jace gripped her chin and gently turned her head back until she was facing him again. His dick throbbed painfully between his legs, but he willed himself to ignore it, wanting to give her the time she needed. "Whatever it is, it can't be that bad." He kissed a path from her chin up to her ear. A troubled thought reared its ugly head and a deep furrow appeared between his brows. "You know we don't have to do anything more tonight, right? This," he gestured with his hand, indicating the both of them, "just being with you, is enough."

Clary's hand moved from his shoulder, across his chest, lightly scraping her nails over his nipples, causing Jace to hiss. She circled his bellybutton with unsteady fingers before reaching her goal, where she firmly stroked his length from base to tip. "No," she smiled, love shining from her eyes when he groaned and pushed against her hand. "It's not enough."

Jace rolled Clary over on her back and placed himself between her legs. He kissed her soft lips and slipped his tongue inside of her mouth, tangling it with hers.

When he started pulling down her underwear she stopped him. "Wait!" she half-shouted urgently.

Jace froze, unsure of how to proceed. Had she changed her mind?

"I'm not telling you to stop," she rasped, as if reading his thoughts. "I just…um…" she closed her eyes, squeezing them shut, before opening them and looking deep into Jace's. "I love you, with all my heart, and I know that you could never do anything to hurt me. But…"

Jace hummed in response and ghosted his lips along her cheek, waiting for her to continue.

"But… I also know that you're afraid of doing just that and that's why I thought the best way might be…might be…um…formetobeontop," she hurried through the last part.

Jace heart started beating so fast he found he had trouble breathing. Did she just…?

Clary became nervous as he merely stared at her, without saying a word. "Um…if that's okay with you? We don't…I don't have to…"

"No," he shouted, quickly sitting up on the bed, looking down on his blushing Angel. "No, I mean yes! Fuck," he pulled at his hair. "I don't know what I mean," he admitted, frustrated.

Clary's eyes never left his. "What do you want?"

"You," he answered without hesitation and laid down next to her again, pulling her close to his side. "I'll always want you. And," he smiled sheepishly, "right now I can't think of anything sexier than having you on top of me."

"Is that so?" she smiled coyly.

"Oh, yeah."

With a mischievous glint in her green eyes she shoved him down on his back and straddled him. "Like this?" She lowered herself onto his aching dick. Somehow she'd been able to remove her underwear without him noticing. The only thing separating them was the thin barrier of his boxer-briefs. He could feel her wetness seeping through the fabric, making him painfully hard.

Wordlessly she rose and helped him take off the last remaining piece of clothing. Wrapping her slim fingers around the base of his dick and positioned herself so that the tip was nudging at her opening.

When she merely hovered above him Jace took a tender hold on her hips and drove upwards, fully sheathing himself inside of her. His loud groan was echoed by Clary as she threw her head back, her red hair spilling down her spine.

They held still for several heartbeats, fully savoring the feeling of being joined.

"Show me," Clary begged him breathlessly.

She squirmed on top of him, making it impossible for Jace to concentrate on what she was saying. "You're doing great, Angel," he panted. "Just do what feels good."

She rocked her hips tentatively, sobbing at the sensation. Tightening her thighs around him she started moving.

Slowly at first, but as her confidence picked up, so did her pace.

"Fuck Angel," he moaned and dug her fingers into her hips. "You feel so good."

A pressure started building in her lower abdomen, Clary whimpered and increased her rhythm. "Jace…I-I…"

He reached up to her beautiful, bouncing breasts and pinched on of her nipples. "Come for me Angel," he forced out through his teeth.

Her movements became erratic, soon her inner muscles clenched around him and she shouted his name as she tumbled over the edge. Feeling completely boneless she fell down on top of him, gasping for breath.

Jace, still hard inside of her brushed away a curl from her sweaty forehead and kissed her softly. "You okay, Angel?"

"Oh Jace," she sobbed, "that was…it was…" she had no words.

He chuckled softly, and the vibrations did interesting things to her body. "Angel," he crooned into her ear. "We're not done yet." He wrapped his arms tightly around her and drove into her with deep, upward thrusts.

Clary cried out as her sensitive flesh reacted as he pounded into her. She licked and nibbled everywhere she could. His chest, his throat, his neck.

"Fuck," Jace growled as he felt the familiar tingling in his balls. "Angel," he grunted and helped her up sit up. "I need you to come," he could feel her inner muscles pulsating and knew she was almost there with him. "I need you to come for me, Angel," he urged, knowing that he wouldn't last much longer. "Touch yourself for me," he demanded.

His order caused her eyes to widen and her cheeks flushed as heat flooded her body and with shaking fingers she did as she was told. She circled the swollen nub, rubbed it carefully and pinched it between her thumb and forefinger.

Jace felt her reached her peak when clamped down around him and cried out his name for the third time. He started thrusting harder and came with a roar just seconds later.

None of them knew how long it took for their breathing to calm down and their heartbeats to return to normal. It could've been minutes, even hours. They laid in the middle of Jace's bed, wrapped up in each other's arms, content, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

"You okay, Angel?" He asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

"Never been better," she hummed sleepily.

"Me neither," he agreed and squeezed her tighter. "You know, this should've been our first time," he mused wistfully, thinking back to what had happened the next day and how he'd screwed up.

"You think so?"

"Yeah… no… I don't know…maybe?"

Clary lifted her head from where it rested against his chest and gave him a look so full of love that he felt it all the way down to his toes. "It was perfect," she insisted. "Tonight was perfect. Every time with you will be perfect."

He showed her that he agreed by planting one, two, three kisses on her smiling lips. He pulled her closer, her head once again resting over his heart. "Sleep, Angel," he whispered and turned off the light.

A/N: There you have it. Was it as good for you as it was for them?

I'm taking requests for which povs you would like to read in the next chapter. Suggestions? Oh, and FYI, I'll be doing that chapter in first person perspective, because I'm sick of writing in third. Hope it doesn't bother you too much.

Next up, the wedding!