Disclaimer: I don't own The Mortal Instruments series. These characters belong to Cassandra Clare. I always don't own the game Mario Kart.

Clary sat down on the edge of Jace's white bed. She had just gotten off the phone with her mother, who had sufficed to letting her stay until midnight, which at that time, Clary had pointed out to her, might be unsafe for Clary to get home. Jocelyn had then replied with, 'Fine, you can spend the night, but if I hear anything about you getting near Jace or his bed. I'll call Magnus and get him to blast you into the middle of a third world country.' Clary guessed her mom had forgotten about the stele powers she possessed and she could create a portal that would get her back, in Jace's arms, at her own will. But, Clary's wasn't going to be the one to remind her.

Figuring it would be awhile until Jace's return, Clary grabbed the sketchpad out of her bag that she brought with her everywhere. She started to draw, she had no inspiration of who or what to draw, but, in the end, the drawing started to look like Jace, as always. When finished, the picture was simple enough; Jace leaning up against the wall, his arms crossed, weapons appearing outside the pockets of his jeans and jacket, a smug look on his face she always drew wrong, and one foot up against the wall behind him.

A knock sounded on the door, making Clary jump. She looked over to find the real Jace with the door open, a soft smile on his face, his gold eyes watching her. Clary frowned, why would he knock the door to his own room? He took another step inside the room and closed the door.

"I didn't want to break your concentration." He said walking towards the bed, pausing to take his shirt off and throw it on the floor,"But, after I assumed you finished, you looked frustrated. What are you drawing?" He asked, sitting down behind her, pulling his legs up to have her between them. Jace looked over her shoulder, and smiled, "The romance cover's, of course. Where are you?"

"If it was a romance cover, you would look like yourself." Clary shut her eyes and rubbed her temples, "And as you know, I don't like to draw myself. Where is Max?"

"He fell asleep while we were playing, Mario Kart. So, I took him to his bed." He replied as Clary got a lovely image of Jace carrying the small boy into his room and tucking him into to bed. It was enough to make her smile, a new drawing idea.

"That's sweet." Clary said, looking out of his window to see that the sun had already set and the night had begun. Surprised, she glanced at the clock and saw that it was ten-fifteen.

Jace read her mind, "Suprised? You know sidetracked you get when you draw. It takes you forever to get everything correct, however, just like when you sleep, I like to watch." He kissed her cheek and pulled her closer, Clary could now feel every plane against his deliciously warm chest.

"That sounds so creepy." Clary laughed, turning her head to look at him.

Jace rose an eyebrow, "If it was anyone else, I suppose it would be. But, since you know it's your gorgeous shadowhunter boyfriend, then you shouldn't be creeped out."

"I guess not." Clary put her sketchpad back in her bag and turned around in his arms to face him. She moved so she was straddling his narrow hips, Jace let out a shaky breath. Bringing his face up towards her, but not kissing her, not yet.

"How long can you stay?" He asked, his breath fluttering her eyelashes as he spoke.

Clary chuckled, "I convinced her to let me stay the whole night, however, she said if I even get near you or your bed I would be transported to the middle of nowhere, never to see you again."

"How tragic." Jace smiled, "I guess we'll keep this our little secret, then."

Clary closed her eyes and nodded, "What mom doesn't know, won't hurt her." She said as finally their lips touched and erupted into passion. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

A/N: Thanks for reading! I just felt like writing a little bit of Clace fluff, and I thought it might as well be a sequel to Forbidden Planet. So I hope you enjoyed it!