riley207: yeah, a little bit too fluffy and cute for me but, hey, that means chapters can have extra angst and heartbreak in the future... right?

Crazypoptartdude: If that's what you want, then yeah. Ah yeah, I see what you mean. I'm not that good at coming up with plots either, to be honest haha. Practice makes perfect, as they say.

Guest: Yeah that was pretty quick for me haha. People seem to want Jace show Clary his, so yeah I'll do that.

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Guest: ah thank you

YayitsCaroline: so many Clace feels to deal with

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sarahstories: okay okay haha.

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JACE POV (I will write as Clary soon but I think for this particular part, it's better as Jace)

(continued directly from the end of the last chapter)

"Why don't you like your scars?" I murmured into Clary's hair after a moment or two of hugging in just our underwear- Clary without a bra on.

She pulled back to look me in the eyes then rested her forehead against my chest. I suspect she did that to avoid eye contact. A wisp of breath tickled my chest as she sighed. "They're don't show anything good. They show that I couldn't defend myself. They aren't nice to look at and they don't show strength or bravery. I mean, I don't mind scars on other people it's just..." she trailed off with a shrug of defeat.

I closed my eyes and pursed my lips. I had an idea but I don't know if it'd do any good. Half of me was thinking 'you want to show her that she's not alone' but the other half was thinking 'yes but that is a terrible idea, there mist be some other way'. Well, sorry other half, first half wins.

I released Clary and stepped back. She looked up at me confused. "If I told you that I thought your scars didn't make you any less beautiful, what would you say?"

She frowned. "I'd say that you're either stupid or lying."

I shook my head. "If I told you that I had scars like that, would you think less of me?" I was going to say 'would you be less attracted to me' but I don't even know where she stands there so I decided against it.

Her frowned deepened causing a little V to appear between her brows which I ached to smooth out. Keep it together, Herondale. "No!" She replied incredulously.

I nodded. Okay, that's good. Sucking in a deep breathe and discreetly rubbing my sweaty palms on my boxers, I slowly turned around so my back was to her. I closed my eyes upon hearing her gasp. I felt so exposed, so vulnerable. I was showing her part of my childhood. I never spoke about my past.

I jumped and my eyes flew open when I felt light kisses being littered against my scars and small palms wrapped around my ribs to hold me in place.

"Do you think mine are ugly?" I whispered, nervous for her answer.

CLARY POV

I paused with the kisses to whisper against his back. "Nothing is ugly about you, Jace."

He made a noise of disagreement which came out as some sort of snort. I turned him around to look him in the eye and slapped his chest lightly in reprimand. "Don't say that."

He brushed a damp piece of hair out of my face. "We'll make a deal: if you ever feel insecure about your scars, you tell me and, in return, I won't say disagree when you say things like that." He said, his voice quiet.

I nodded, my hands still on his waist. "Okay."

He smiled. "Now, get changed."

"Why?"

He raised an eyebrow. Damn him and his ability to raise one eyebrow. "Well, as much as I like to see this," he ran over my nipple with his thumb making me involuntarily shiver and making him smirk. "but I don't want you arrested for public indecency nor do I want anyone else seeing you like this." His hand came around to tap my bum lightly with a wink.

I laughed. "Well, where are we going?"

Jace rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to tell you, it won't be as fun."

I looked at him for a second longer then sighed in defeat. "Fine."

He gave me a kiss on the forehead then went to his room to change. He kissed me on the forehead. Nobody has ever kissed me on the forehead. Except maybe my mom when I was 10. No guy has kissed me on the forehead. Jonathan may have once or twice. The thought of Jace casually kissing my forehead on a regular basis made me feel giddy. I shook my head. God, I sound like a teenager. We haven't even spoken about it yet. Will we go back to how we were before? I want to know but I don't want to ask.

I shook my head a second time to clear my head and decided to get changed. Ah, great. I don't know where we're going so I don't know what to wear. After a moment I decided to just throw on some skinny black jeans, combat boots and one of my favourite t-shirts that says "Fuck bitches, get Monet" with a piece of Monet's art behind it (AN- this is my lock screen and I get quite annoyed when uneducated fools don't get the joke).

I looked at the clock on my bedside table and saw it was 9:30am. I went into the kitchen to get food. I could hear Jace still rustling around in his bedroom. By the time he appeared in the kitchen, I was sitting on the worktop cross-legged eating my second bowl of cereal and it was 9:45.

Jace picked up the cereal box and shook it. His brows furrowed. "Empty?"

I shrugged. "I was hungry."

He smirked. "Well, you did work up an appetite last night."

I glared at him. "If you're going to make innuendos all day then I'm not going anywhere with you."

"Okay, okay! I won't."

I hummed in approval, another spoonful of cereal already in my mouth.

"'Kay, hurry up and eat your cereal so we can go."

"But I haven't had my coffee." I whined, finishing off my cereal and putting the bowl in the sink.

Jace pulled me off the worktop and set me down on the floor. "We'll stop off at Starbucks, now come on. We have some travelling to do."

"Can you at least tell me which area?"

After a moment he said "Queens." Then walked out of the apartment not checking to see if I was following him.

My jaw dropped open and I raced after him. "Queens?!" That's another borough!

"Indeedy."

"Okay, now I'm really curious."

Jace just smirked before gesturing for me to follow him.

JACE POV (decided to switch again because im an indecisive fuck)

She makes me so nervous. A female has never made me nervous in this way. She made me anxious, too. I was anxious to please her. I really hope she likes the surprise.

We were stood on the curb waiting for my car to come.

"Is this weird for you?" I looked at her questioningly. "You know, you're usually the one curb-crawling but now you're on the curb." She smirked.

"Ha. Ha. Ha. For your information, never in my life have I paid for sex."

"Whatever you say." She nudged with her elbow. "But, seriously, what are we waiting for?"

"My driver will be here any time soon."

She raised both eyebrows. "You have a driver?"

"You don't?"

"No, I drive myself!"

I shrugged. "I'm a busy person. Having a driver lets me do work in the car."

She whistled. "You must earn a lot more than me."

I frowned at that. "Do I?"

"Must do."

"Maybe I just spend it more wisely."

She opened her mouth- no doubt to come out with a sarcastic remark- but was interrupted by my driver pulling up.

"Nice ride."

I winked at her as I opened the door in the back seat for her. "I thought you said no innuendos."

She blushed slightly- I swear to fucking God she blushed- and climbed in mumbling a thanks. I walked around to the other side and got in the back as well. I looked at the time in the car. 10:15am. Tight schedule.

I caught Meliorn looking confusedly at Clary through the mirror. I'm not surprised; I've never brought a female in a car I have driven. "Clary, this is Meliorn, my driver. Meliorn, this is Clary Morgenstern, my... housemate. Clary, that's Jordan, my body guard. Jordan, you get the idea."

They both kept a neutral face. Meliorn gave Clary a nod. "Nice to meet you, Ms Morgenstern."

"Nice to meet you, too. Uh, I'd prefer it if you called me Clary."

Meliorn looked at me and I nodded. He turned back to Clary. "Very well, Clary."

Then Jordan spoke. "Ms- sorry, Clary. Your bodyguard is, Bat, right? If you don't mind me asking."

"Oh, yeah, Bat. How do you know him?"

"We trained as bodyguards together."

"Wait, were you the person he spoke to? To make sure I'd be safe here?" I didn't know of this.

Jordan smiled slightly. "Yes, ma'am."

"Over-protective bastard."Clary muttered.

Jordan laughed heartily. "He does take his job very seriously." Clary laughed at that.

Meliorn looked at me. "Sir, we had better get going. Still going to the place you gave me over the phone?"

"Ye-"

A buzz interrupted us as Clary's phone vibrated with a call. She looked at us, apologising profusely. I gestured for her to answer.

"Jon?" Jon? Who's Jon? Dear God, do not tell me she has a boyfriend. I will lose my shit.

"..." Pause as this 'Jon' answered her.

"Can't it wait?!" You are kidding me. I mean, okay, Clary and I aren't officially dating but we haven't spoke about it.

"..."

"I'm busy!" I was now staring out of the window furiously, fists clenched.

"..."

She sighs. "Not gang business, no."

"..."

"None of your fucking business! Listen, can't you tell me over the phone?"

"..."

Clary closed her eyes and sighed again. After a moment she replied. "Yeah, yeah. I'm still here... Sure, I'll be right there. How long will it take?"

"..."

"Depends on how I'll take it? What is that supposed to mean?"

"..."

"Fine. Bye." She hung up.

"Jace, I have to go, there's an emergency." She made to open the door but I shook my head.

"Tell Meliorn the address." I kept it short, still angry at the thought of a boyfriend.

She blinked at me. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

She told Meliorn the address and we were there within 15 minutes. A very muscular man dressed in a suit met us outside the door.

We all got out of the car, except Meliorn. Jordan clapped the man on the back and the man said something back about Clary being in one piece. Is that Jon? Maybe it's Bat.

"Jace," Clary snapped me out of it. "This is Bat, my bodyguard. Bat, this is Jace, my housemate."

He reached out to shake my hand. "Your gang has a reputation. Particularly with ours." I didn't know what to say.

Clary laughed. "Don't be so bitter, Bat." Bat winked at her. "Come on, where's Jon."

He opened the door and led her inside as me and Jordan followed. The place was empty. Well, the corridors were. I suspected the rooms were soundproof since they were at our base.

"He's through here." Bat signalled to large double doors. "Would you like me to wait outside, ma'am?"

"Do you know what it is he wants to tell me?"

Bat shook his head. "'fraid not. All I know is that it's not a gang matter."

Clary chewed her bottom lip then nodded solemnly. "Okay, it's better if you all wait out here then."

Bat gave a single nod. "As you wish."

Clary entered the double doors giving me a pointed look that said 'stay out here, seriously'. I barely restrained myself. What if this guy was her boyfriend?

CLARY POV

"What is this time, big bro?" I said to the back of my brother. He was hunched over a table, palms flat, head down.

He turned around and gave me a weak smile. "Hey, little sis." He walked up to me and hugged me so tight I was sure I heard a rib crack.

Something was wrong. "Jon... What is it?"

He released me from the hug and held me at arm's length. He exhaled. "Okay. Say it quickly. Like a band aid." He muttered to himself. "Clary... mom contacted me."

HOLY SHIT FUCK CLIFF HANGER. Anyway. I wanted to say a huge huge HUGE thank you to everyone who has reviewed because... I HIT 100 REVIEWS. I mean 100 reviews after 13 chapters! That is insane. I didn't think I would get even 1, I was so nervous about writing this fic. It means so much to me, I can't express. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Btw, in return, this chapter is longer, yay.