A/N: This piece is dedicated to an-augustus-waters-fetish from tumblr, who has become a sort of internet buddy of mine :) She's really nice; all of you go follow her at an-augustus-waters-fetish DOT tumblr DOT com.

Disclaimer: I do not own, even though I really want to. Cassie Clare, the evil genius, owns all the characters and the books.

The first thing Clary wanted to do after the party was sleep, and who was Jace to disagree with her?

Once he'd actually stopped moving, he realized that he was in fact very tired (something very rare for him).

The party wasn't exactly what had drained him. It was probably more of the fact that he'd just gotten a sword through the chest, died, and come back to life.

Clary looked beautiful that night, in her borrowed dress and with her curls all around her face. The moment he first saw her, sitting there, going through Stephen Herondale's (his father's) things, he had wanted to kiss her.

And he was inwardly smiling because now he could do so whenever he wanted to.

Jace really had wanted to be a gentleman, but when he was about to drop Clary off at the door she pulled him in, seemingly too tired to actually say anything. So he followed her inside Amatis' house, stopping at the guest-bedroom door when Clary placed a hand on his chest to tell him to wait.

He guessed that she was going to keep using hand signals and gestures all night.

Finally, the door to Clary's room opened again, and Clary herself stood there, her fiery hair up in a ponytail and clad in pyjamas.

The red-haired girl smiled at him in a slightly sleepy manner before taking his arm and pulling him over to the small bed, plopping herself onto it.

Amatis' guest bedroom looked much the same as he had remembered it from the night before he went after Sebastian/Johnathan. The circular window was open with the white lace curtains blowing about, and Jace figured they would be easy to leave through when he went back to the Penhallows' house.

"I know what you're thinking about," Clary murmured from behind him, still sprawled across the bed. "Stop."

Jace suppressed a snort as he crawled over to her, brushing a few strands of red hair off her face. "Go to sleep, Clary," He whispered back, smiling slightly.

Clary scooted under the covers, patting the bed next to her clumsily. "Stay," She whispered, looking at Jace with pleading eyes. "Please."

Jace wanted to desperately, wanted to so much that it almost hurt, but at the same time he didn't want to upset her mother or already make him dislike her.

God, he thought. When did I become such a gentleman?

But Clary was still staring at him with those eyes, so he caved and slid in beside her on the narrow bed, the linen sheets ruffling slightly.

He hesitantly scooted closer to her, placing an arm around her waist gently. When Clary immediately relaxed against him, he shifted even closer to her, wrapping his arm around her waist even more closely.

It occurred to Jace that they were spooning, and he was too in love with Clary to even care. And apparently too in love to mind that he was becoming a sap.

Clary sighed happily, and he couldn't help but smile softly at the back of her head. "Goodnight, Jace," She whispered softly, letting her head fall against his chest lightly.

Jace closed his eyes and his smile grew even wider. "Goodnight, Clary," He murmured back, feeling himself drift off to sleep.

His last thought before he fell asleep was that he could stay like this forever.

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