He has her pinned to the floor, the weight of him pressing down on her. They had been sparring earlier on, with Clary managing to evade his attacks with a short dagger until he surprised her by grabbing her waist. It was mostly her fault that they had fallen to the floor as she had tripped over his feet.

Throwing the dagger away, he smiles down at her. She looks up at him, a little breathless, not sure whether it is from the sparring or the close proximity- how his face is only inches away from hers.

"Do you yield?" he asks.

"No." She sticks out her tongue at him, and at the same tries to wriggle out of his grasp. He exerts more of his weight of her, effectively nullifying her efforts to move any further.

"That's too bad." He laughs.

"Just you wait, Alec Lightwood. I'll get back at you somehow."

Wrapping his finger around a loose curl that had escaped her ponytail, he asks her, "And how would you do that?"

She smiles at him sweetly and presses her lips to his. He is caught by surprise and she takes the opportunity to push with all her strength, both of them rolling over on their sides. She pulls away, her lips lingering. Now, she is straddling him, her elbows pressing down on his chest.

"Do you yield?" she repeats his very first question.

"Damn, you don't play fair, Clary."

"I win." She smirks and he pulls her down to him, closing the remaining gap between the two of them.