*All the characters from The Mortal Instruments belong to Cassandra Clare and her incredible mind. Nothing will ever be owned by the author of this story. ;)*

Musical Preference:

Everything I Ask For- The Maine

Enjoy the Silence- Depeche Mode

Contagious Chemistry- You Me At Six

"This love is dirtier than you think." –Enjoy. ;)

Chapter Twelve

"Yes, yes, yes! Water, Simon! Finally!" exclaimed Isabelle as she jogged towards the lake with a see-through dress hastily thrown over her red bikini. Clary laughed as she tugged Jace along by his hand.

"Don't go too fast, Izzy. There might be some crocodiles this late at night," called Magnus from behind them. Isabelle turned abruptly and turned around to glare at Magnus.

"Shut up. You're just trying to scare me," she said as she grabbed Simon's hand and began walking towards the lake, no longer as excited as before.

Covering her giggle into Jace's shoulder, Clary felt his own chuckle making his whole body vibrate. She shivered slightly as a light draft of wind came over the night. Wrapping his arm around her, Jace pulled her closer to him. Clary was suddenly grateful for her sensitive nerves.

"Are you going in?" Jace asked Clary as they remained behind the group. Alec was already setting his and Magnus's chair as the rest tested the water. Clary turned to look at him with a smile.

"I think I will," Clary mused. Jace grinned at her, his hair silvery under the moonlight. His eyes danced with a new kind of light, no longer gold, but sliver due to the reflection of the moon. Clary thought he looked like some kind of night prince. "Will you be joining me?"

He smirked down at her as he lowered his mouth to her ear. "I believe you will be the one joining me." Clary frowned but didn't have a chance to question him before Jace hoisted her up on his shoulder and took running towards the lake.

Laughing, Clary kicked her legs up in the air and grabbed onto Jace's shirt tightly. She couldn't complain of the sight that Jace's ass was. He was one of those guys that had everything perfect. And his ass was really, really nice.

Before she could even have enough time to catch her breath, she was greeted by the icy coldness of the lake's water. She squealed loudly as Jace grabbed her around the waist to keep her afloat. Her legs and arms immediately went around Jace's neck and waist. Chuckling, he rubbed her back to warm her shivering body. Regaining her surroundings, she turned to glare at Jace, her wet hair flying out, and slapped his shoulder harshly.

"What was that for, asshole?" she asked trying to sound angry, but the smile he was wearing was contagious. She hugged him closer as she felt his body heat transferring to hers.

"I knew what your reaction would be," he told her snidely. Clary tried not to roll her eyes before realizing her white shirt had become see-through and her blue bikini was now visible.

She looked back at Jace with a frown, debating how she could take the shirt off without letting go of him. "Jace!" she exclaimed with an innocent smile. "Can you take my shirt off?"

He raised an eyebrow but didn't argue with her. Jace's warm hand went under her wet shirt, slowly raising it up. She fought the shiver that wanted to run down her spine as he lifted the shirt over her head and arms.

He threw the shirt next to Alec's sitting form who jumped slightly. Magnus and he looked over. "Hey! Don't have sex here! Kids come to swim in the morning," called Magnus. Clary giggled and began taking Jace's shirt off. Smirking, Jace helped her and, once off, threw it on the same spot where Clary's lay. "I'm serious!" yelled Magnus before turning back to Alec.

Turning her face to Jace's neck, she giggled at her friend's words. "He's serious, Jace," she repeated for emphasis.

"Serious is something Magnus is not," Jace whispered in her ear as he began walking away from the rest. His hands were secure on Clary's ribcage, his thumbs grazing the bottom of her bikini top. Clary felt the water rising up her back as they went deeper into the lake.

She pulled back to look at Jace questioningly. "Where are you taking us?" she asked him, trying to look over her shoulder to where Jace was heading. "Magnus wasn't lying about the crocodiles, Jace," she warned him even though it wasn't true.

Clary looked back at Jace as his hand began stroking her cheek. He was smiling adoringly at her, and any panic that she had been starting to feel banished. "I won't get us eaten any time soon," he said with slight humor. "I just want you for myself a little longer."

"Not liking the idea of sharing a cabin with everyone else, eh?" asked Clary mockingly. Jace shook his head as he tightened his hold on her further.

"But," he began, tucking a wet curl behind her ear, "can you really blame me for wanting you all to myself?"

Blushing, she turned her face into his neck. "At least we're on the same page," she told him. Laughing, he pulled her face up and, without saying anything else, proceeded to meet their lips for a kiss.

Jace groaned as Clary dug the nails of her hand on his shoulder, the other holding his hair tightly. Jace's hands wandered from her wet curls down to her bottom, where they stayed. Clary couldn't think of anything else but getting closer still to Jace. She squeezed Jace's waist closer to hers with her legs. Growling, Jace began attacking her mouth with much more force than before, Clary reciprocating with moans of her own.

Suddenly, Clary was underwater once again, grabbing Jace close to her chest. A few seconds later and they were both on the surface, fighting for air. Clary began shivering again and Jace started laughing. Glaring, she slapped his back with a growl.

"What the fuck happened?" she asked, truly angry by the interruption. Jace shook his head and rained Clary with the water from his hair. He continued laughing and grabbed her hand to avoid her slaps.

"That was," he began, chuckling, "an accident. I slipped."

Clary continued glaring. "If I knew how to swim, I would already have let go of you and swam back ashore." She tightened her hold on him and willed her shivers to stop.

Jace chuckled. "Even then, I believe I would be faster than you and would have caught you before going too far." Clary bit her lip to avoid her smile from showing.

"You're such a smartass," Clary whispered as she hugged him, trying to warm her body with his.

"Stop stating the obvious, Clary," he told her while rubbing his hands up and down her back under the water, trying to stop her shivering.

"Jace," she began, taking her head off his shoulder to look at him properly. "Shut up."

He laughed wholeheartedly. "Gladly," he told her before taking her lips in his once again.

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After their late night swim, they had come back to their cabin to dry off and then sat in the living room to watch a movie. Now, five faces were left staring at the darkened television as the end credits started rolling—six if Alec's sleeping face was counted.

"That," begun Simon, accentuating the word, "was the most stupid movie I have ever seen."

Isabelle shook her head slowly. "How was that even in the horror section?"

"I envy Alec so much at this moment," Magnus sighed, looking wistfully at his sleeping boyfriend.

"It was partially our fault, though," began Clary looking around the room. "We were looking for a laugh and what was better than a movie called Killer Clowns from Outer Space?"

"It was creepy, though. The clowns' faces . . ." Jace trailed off as he stared at the dark TV with disgust. Isabelle and Clary shuttered at the reminder. Magnus rolled his eyes as he began waking Alec up.

"The cotton candy bodies . . ." said Simon to himself as he lowered his head to his hands. Alec woke up and took in their grimaces and the credits rolling.

"I take it was everything I said it would be," he said with a smug smile.

"Worse, actually," Jace told him. Alec chuckled and stood up, stretching his long body before reaching out for Magnus.

"See you guys in the morning," he said before taking Magnus up the stairs. Isabelle stood up as well, turning on the lamp on the corner of the room while at it. The room was softly illuminated.

"That's our cue to leave as well," she told Jace and Clary as they cuddled on the loveseat they had taken for themselves. Simon stood up, smiling briefly at the couple before taking Isabelle's waist, leading them towards the stairs.

Turning her head, Clary looked at Jace behind her. "Should we go up as well?" Jace pushed her further to his chest while shaking his head.

"No. We got the room next to Magnus and Alec. I want to at least give it an hour before we go," he told her, chuckling slightly as he saw her grimacing a bit.

"Fine," she said while grabbing the remote from the coffee table. "Do you want to browse Netflix?" Jace nodded in her neck not really caring one bit about whatever was going on in the TV.

Without really giving it any thought, Clary picked a movie at random and lowered the volume so it just became background music before turning her body slightly so she could see Jace without turning her head completely. His eyebrow rose questioning her motives. She smiled and began running her hands through his hair while taking in his closing eyes and slackened mouth.

"Jace . . ." she began biting her lip. Clary began second-guessing herself about bringing her questions up. Jace opened his eyes sensing her hesitance. "I just . . . I was thinking that I really have no idea where you come from."

He stared at her for a few seconds, his lip twitching slightly. "I came to this world the same way you di—"

"Seriously, Jace," she cut him off with no humor in her eyes. "I mean, I guess I'm sort of prying but I don't know anything about you having a family."

Clary watched as his eyebrows furrowed and he looked down at their entwined hands. He seemed to be having an internal conflict between himself and she suddenly wished she hadn't said anything.

Just as she was going to tell him to forget it, he spoke, still not looking at her. "I was born into a family of businessmen and women. My father was already in charge of our company by then so I always had everything I needed, except a father and a mother. They were never really there my whole life, so I just don't see why they seem important. Besides, I hardly see them. That's why I don't ever bring them up."

Clary frowned and began running her fingers through his curls once again as she tried to get her thoughts together. "So there was never anybody there for you?" Jace looked at her then with a small smile.

"No, there was. My caretaker is like a mother to me." Watching Clary's smile, he continued, "Her name is Dorothea, if you were wondering."

"Seems like she was all that you actually needed," she remarked with a grin. Jace chuckled and pulled her to him. She melted into his hug, her questions resting for a while.

"She was," he said into her shoulder. After a few seconds, Clary felt Jace tense up before releasing her and holding her at arm's length. She frowned at him as he looked down once again. "There's something else you might want to know about me, but I don't know if you're going to like it."

"What is it?" she asked him warily. Jace looked at her with his gold eyes before sighing.

"Would it bother you if—" he stopped, opened his mouth a few times like he was thinking of a correct way of phrasing his question. Shaking his head, he began again. "Clary, I hope that by now you know that you mean a lot to me and . . . I think I'd really hate if this was a problem for you."

Clary frowned and grabbed his face, bringing it close to hers. "Jace, stop being so cryptic and tell me what the fuck is going on. I bet it's not even that bad."

He exhaled, washing Clary's face with his warm breath. "I've been married before."

Clary froze on her place, looking from one of Jace's eyes to the other, trying to see the mirth and lie in his gaze, but all she saw was a new uncertainty. She couldn't remember when was the last time she had ever seen that, if ever. Slowly, she closed the distance between their lips, giving him a soft kiss. She drew back quickly and looked him in the eye.

"I suppose it was a stupid mistake. And I'm hoping you weren't lying when you said you were twenty-six and actually are around forty-three and has had plastic surgery to keep the perfect face. That you have four kids hanging around your ex-wife's house and that you only visit them once a year," she finished quietly but seriously as she kept staring into his eyes. She noticed how his lip twitched slightly.

"It was a stupid mistake," he started explaining letting a smile take over his face. "I am twenty-six and have had no plastic surgery. And I have no kids lying around anywhere, believe me. I think I would know."

Clary smiled and hugged him to her. "Then there's nothing to worry about, okay? We all make mistakes and, even though yours was majorly stupid, it's already fixed. So, no worries."

He sighed heavily on her neck, sending shivers down her spine. "No worries," he echoed her. "You know," he added as an after-thought, "I thought I loved her the way you're supposed to love someone in order to marry them, but the way I felt about her comes nowhere close to the way I feel about you." She drew in a sharp breath at his confession, but she kept quiet and just hugged him closer.

He pulled away just enough to capture her lips. She almost gasped at the change between all his other kisses and this one. It felt more than sweet, just a barely there touch between their lips. It was almost cautious but sure at the same time as he finally pressed his more firmly to hers, slowly as if he were memorizing every single movement her lips did against his.

After what felt like hours, he pulled away leaving Clary breathless. "So, you really don't mind? At all?" he asked touching their foreheads together, still uncertain, and Clary hated seeing that new vulnerability in his eyes.

She laughed, a bit breathless. "Jace, I love you too much to care about something so insignificant." His hands, which were resting on her hips tightened a little bit and it took Clary a few seconds to realize what she had said, but by then his lips were already on hers, pressing hard and urgently. Completely different to the last kiss they had shared. She wasn't sure, but she thought she could feel Jace smiling in their kiss.

"Clary," he murmured between kisses, smoothing down her hair. He kept repeating her name reverently, laughing into their kiss. "Clary," he said once more pecking her lips before looking her in the eyes. She noticed that his eyes no longer had that vulnerability she had disliked, but were bright and strong. And honest. "I love you, too."

Clary's small smile turned into the shape of an "O" as she let her wonder take over her happiness. She couldn't believe that, in the span of almost a month, she had such big feelings for someone and they were being reciprocated. With a small giggle she pulled him to her, kissing him with newfound confidence due to the fact that somebody as perfect and wonderful as Jace could love her.

When she felt Jace's tongue licking hers, she opened up to him without hesitation, moving to straddle him. She pulled slightly on the roots of the hairs at the nape of his neck as their tongues battled for dominance. His moan only spurred Clary on as she scooted closer to him and, without meaning to, began rotating her hips slowly over him. He groaned, kissing her rougher as he helped her move with his hands on her hips.

Suddenly, Jace broke away from the kiss and held Clary's face in front of his. "As much as I want you right now, I don't want our first time to be on the couch," he told her seriously as Clary giggled.

"Jace," she giggled his name, moving to kiss under his earlobe. "We've already had a first time in a bed."

He chuckled as he moved her hair out of her neck so he could pepper it with open-mouthed kisses. "Doesn't count because we were drunk. How do you know it was on the bed? We only woke up there. We could have done it anywhere else." Jace kissed her pulse point and she shivered under his touch. "And I can't remember anything but this," he said moving his hands to rest on her bum, squeezing suggestively.

Clary giggled into his neck kissing it lightly. "I don't really care," she told him honestly. He pulled her back and kissed her lips lightly with a smile.

"But I do. So, hold on," he told her as he lifted them off the couch. Clary squealed and held onto his neck tightly, hiding her face in his neck, kissing his jaw line and making his way slowly to his mouth. He caught hers just as he began ascending the stairs. One of her hands went slowly down his chest, tracing his pecs and stomach as she got closer to the hem of his shirt. Her hand slowly went under his shirt and flattened under the hard muscle. Jace let out a groan as her fingernails scratched at him slightly.

Slowly, but surely, Jace moved towards their room, taking turns between kissing her mouth and her neck, his thumbs rubbing soft circles over the exposed skin on her waist. He moved his hand to rest under her bum to open the door of their room, his teeth nibbling on the soft skin where her neck met her shoulder. She moaned roughly at the sensation going all throughout her body.

Once Jace closed the door, he pushed her roughly against the wall next to the door, not wasting any more time. They both groaned as their bodies grinded against each other, their hands all over each other, trying to touch as much of each other as possible.

Clary pulled his shirt up over his head and he discarded it on the floor next to them, immediately going back her lips. Her nails began scratching over the ridges of his abs and his tattoo, sending Jace groaning, attacking Clary's mouth more fervently.

Clary felt Jace's hand slowly going up her shirt. She stopped her assault on his chest just long enough to take her own shirt off, leaving her only in her bikini top from earlier. Loving the free skin of her torso, Jace rubbed soft pattern with his fingers over her ribcage before moving them up to her breasts, stroking them. Clary left his mouth and let her head fall back to rest on the wall as a moan escaped her parted lips. Jace took advantage of her position to kiss her jaw line, moving down slowly, nibbling on the skin and sucking, enjoying Clary's groans and moans.

One of Jace's hands left her breast to move to her back, unknotting her top. She felt him going to her neck, reaching for the other knot. Clary disentangled her hands from his neck to take her bikini over her head without unknotting it. Jace chuckled slightly before taking her mouth in his again, kissing her harshly. His lips left her mouth and began leaving kissing on her jaw line, down her neck, on her pulse point, on her collar bones, and down to her breasts. Her hands went to his hair, holding him to her.

Jace moved back to her mouth before walking them to the bed, where he laid her down, climbing on top of her. She moved her hands down his chest until they reached the top of his shorts as he fixed himself completely over her. Clary felt Jace's eyes on her as one of her hands traced his tattoo's tentacles, scratching softly. One of the hands that was next to her head moved down to run over her uncovered knee and up her thigh, reaching the top of her own shorts.

He lowered himself and brushed his lips against hers softly, her fingers unbuttoning his shorts. She helped him take them off completely, leaving him in only boxers on top of her, his bulge noticeable against the cotton. Clary looked up at Jace and saw his darkened eyes gazing at her with desire. He put his hand flat on her stomach, the side of his hand brushing the top of her shorts. He pressed his lips on her pulse point, going up to her lips slowly.

Jace unbuttoned her shorts and Clary lifted her hips to help Jace take them off. She moved her hands down, leaving one by his waist as they other traveled down further until it lay over his lust. She gripped him and he groaned, leaning his forehead against her shoulder as she continued her movements.

His hand traveled the inside of her thigh until they reached Clary's heat and began rubbing his thumb over her underwear slowly. Her back arched as he lowered his lips to her breast, making her pleasure the more. Clary's hand movements sped up the more and she could see how much Jace was struggling breathing, just like her.

Suddenly, he stopped rubbing her to grabbed her hand, completely stopping her from jerking him off correctly. His lips made the journey, almost painfully, towards her ear. "Clary," he groaned playfully, leaving Clary shivering nonetheless. "I need you now." He began pulling her underwear down after her nod, her hands pulling his boxers off as well.

Clary stared at his lust with a sly smirk before looking up at him. "Tell me, how did I not leave your apartment sore after that other night?" Jace chuckled and aligned himself to her, looking her in the eyes all the while.

"I'm not answering that," he told her, all humor leaving his face after that. He looked at her softly, almost memorizing every one of her features. "You're beautiful," he said, kissing her cheek. "You're gorgeous," he mentioned, kissing her other cheek. "You're hilarious," he said, kissing her nose and causing her to giggle slightly. "And you're mine," he finished, kissing her on the mouth before pushing himself slowly into her.

She gasped, grasping his shoulders as he kept looking at her. "You wanna know something else, Clary?" he asked her, practically groaning. Clary wasn't sure if she nodded or not, but Jace continued nonetheless. "I love you," he said as their hips met and let Clary adjust to him.

Hugging Jace's shoulders closer to her with one arm, he held his face close to her with her other. She kissed him softly with a smile. "I love you, too," she moaned as Jace moved out of her and thrust in.

Moments later, as they lay panting against each other's chests, Clary couldn't help but marvel at Jace's wonderful features—his full lips, cheekbones, cute nose, and sparkling eyes—and think of how lucky she was to have a man that perfect loving her.

Let us celebrate the fact that it did not take me a whole three months to update. WHOOP. Can we also celebrate the fact the deed is DONE? A lot of you have been telling me to "just let them fuck!" and here it is. My first ever "lemon" you could say. Tell me what you think! You wouldn't imagine how nerve wracking it was for me to write this. Just ask 07XReflectional and camibandlover. They know what I'm talking about.

So, quick thanks to those two up there plus BlondeHairBlueEyes14 and SportyNo1 for your constant support on this story. I love all of you.

I want to update this soon, and you know what makes me update faster? If you guys would be kind enough to...

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