The institute was very popular now; due to rise in numbers of young Shadowhunters. Jace; Alec; Clary; Isabelle and Simon were all tutors now-amongst other Shadowhunters of their generation. It was almost as of it was a fully functioning school, that specialised in the slaying of demons and weaponry.

One young girl sat in her Myth and Magic class staring at the clock, waiting for it to strike 5 so she could be done for the day and find her way to the library-to Mr Wayland. She had always had a thing for him; ever since he had done a healing rune on her knee when she was 12-she was now 17. He had also been the teacher to give her, her first stele, she'd never been in one of his lessons; much to her dismay, yet she'd always see him around the institute.

She was thinking of his blond hair that fell in curls about his face. She was thinking how wonderful it would be to touch them and how silky his hair must was doodling in the margin of her book, when she was rudely ripped from her daydream by the lad she shared the table with.

"Bernie, what are you drawing?"

Bernadette snapped out of her reverie about Mr Wayland and looked down at her paper, the narrow shoulders or Mr Wayland sit there, staring up at her, his hair falling into his eyes. The outlines of runes on his chest, along the length of his arms and on his neck. All he needed was the angel wings-or devil horns. There was something dark about him, and she'd love to find out what his was.

"Uh...nothing!" She slammed her hand down on the drawing and crumpled it up, shoving it into her bag.

"Hmmm," Eddie just stared at her. Eddie was Bernadette's closest friend in the institute. Their rooms were next to each other and they had almost all the same classes, "so what are you doing after this?" He asked looking towards the clock above Mr Bane's head.

"Probs gonna hit the library," She nodded, "what about you?"

"Sleep. Well, get some grub then sleep." He laughed as he elbowed her arm.

The bell rang and Mr Bane let them all leave, giving them a last reminder about the homework.

Bernadette made her way down the long corridors, in the opposite direction of all the other students. They were all heading towards their rooms, or the dining area; but she was on a mission.

She reached the big wooden doors to the library that was covered in thousands of runes. It was at the far end of the institute, where barely anyone ever went. Only Mr Wayland, and Miss Fray when she was here. This wasn't very often anymore, not since she'd been called to Idris to lead them in the protection of new Shadowhunters that would eventually be placed in institutes all around the world. However when she was here, Mr Wayland couldn't be found anywhere, not in the library, not in the greenhouse. Not anywhere, it's like he disappeared when she...appeared.

The door creaked as she pushed through it, she saw Mr Wayland sitting at the piano instantly, his face lit up by the flicker of candles. "Mr Wayland?" She asked, hesitantly.

There was something about him that, although she felt confident and cool whenever and wherever she was, when she was near him or even let her thoughts linger on him too long, her cool began to melt and her confident edge began to crumble.

Without even looking in her direction, he replied "Yes, miss Rutland?"

She heard the smile in his voice, and she stepped forward into the library, letting the door close behind her.

"How many times have I asked you to call me Bernadette," she laughed dropping her bag to the floor and making her way over to the piano, "or better yet, Bernie?"

There was no need for her to be called Miss Rutland, yet he always done it when she followed common courtesy and called him Mr Wayland.

"I shall address you by your desired name when you address me by mine," he smiled, looking at her this time. It was a crooked smile, and his tooth was slightly chipped but that may have been the only imperfect thing about him.

He shifted over on the stool to the piano, allowing her room to sit beside him.

"Jace," she said softly as she sat down, her arm brushing his. It sent chills through her, and she felt it hit the base of her spine and ricochet outwards to the rest of her.

"How can I be of assistance, Bernie?" Her name on his lips, she could ask him to repeat it for hours. While he play the piano, and said her name-there would be nothing else she wanted.

"I was hoping for our daily lesson..." She trailed off.

"Ah yes," closing the lid of the piano he swivelled on the stool, so he was facing the same way of her. Their backs to the piano; facing out of the tall stained glass windows. That faced out over Manhattan. The sun was setting, which gave the sprawling metropolis an eerie red glow. "Have you got your books?"

She hopped up from the stool and went to grab her bag, "Yeah, I'll just get them."

He followed her, as she bent to get the books from her bag, she could feel him watching her, leaning against the back of a red leather sofa and pouring himself a tumbler of what Bernie could only think was Scotch. She turned to face him, holding her book in front of her, smiling at him.

He took two long strides towards her, looking at her and not breaking eye contact, he bent to the floor. She heard a crumple of paper, she instantly broke eye contact looking down at the floor.

The crumpled paper had obviously fallen out of the bag as she got her books out. She dropped to floor and snatched the paper out of his hand so quick, even Jace was a bit taken aback.

"You can't look at that!" She snapped.

"And why not?" A smile crept across his face, "What could you possibly be hiding," it wasn't a question, more of a joke-a very nauseating joke in her case.

They both rose up, slowly and in unison. She held the crumpled paper in front of her chest, looking at him. She could feel her face reddening, and her stomach doing somersaults.

He reached for her hair, pulling a blond strand out from behind her ear and twirling it around his index finger. She felt herself lift up to him and her eyes flutter shut, breathing in the scent of him. He smelt clean, sexy and...experienced. He was one of the best Shadowhunters there was, he had been since he was around 13, and he'd only gotten better. He was smart, brave, powerful and strong, he wasn't old but he wasn't young. She wasn't sure how old he was exactly and the scars and runes he had threw her off from being exact at guessing his age but by an estimate, she'd guess he was around 27.

She was so absorbed breathing him in and thinking of him. So involved with him that Bernie didn't even realise he'd taken the paper from her hands. Before she could snatch it back, he'd un-crumpled it and was staring at it. He'd un twirled his hand from her hair but still had his hand resting lightly on her bare shoulder, her cami and bra straps having fallen, hanging slightly down her arm, I felt the same chill at the base of my spine again.

"If you wanted a nude model all you had to do was ask." He laughed to himself; I saw the muscles under his t-shirt ripple. He was wearing a white t-shirt, the outline of the many runes were clear. He was wearing jeans that hung low on his hips, a sliver of skin visible where his t-shirt had obviously rucked up.

Bernie looked down in embarrassment...what was she doing? Drawing nude pictures of a tutor! It was unthinkable. She knew her parents would be called from Idris to discuss her 'indecent' behaviour.

Jace's hand dropped from her shoulder and she saw him place the paper on the side, next to his untouched tumbler. He reached for the bottom of his white t-shirt and began to lift it up, stretching it above and off his head. Discarding the piece of clothing across the back of the sofa, she was in a state of shock. "What...wha-"

He cut her off, "You didn't draw some of my runes," he pulled her hand towards his chest, placing it above the angelic rune. Then moving his hand off of hers, to place on her hip, giving her a small tug towards him.

Bernie took this as an invitation to trace her hand along his chest over the runes she'd neglected to draw. She moved her hand down to his stomach, she could feel every dip and arch of his muscles under his hand, she'd been following her hand with her gaze, until her hand went up to his collar bone and neck she realised he'd been watching her.

He bent his head; it was mere millimetres from hers, his breath tickling her skin. Cool and hot all in one. She pushed her hand up and around his neck, and up into his hair. As she had dreamed of for so long. His lips were on hers, pressing against her hard. As if he needed her, craved her. She put her other hand up into his hair and raised to her tip toes, he towered above her; she had to stretch not to slip away from his lips, his touch.

Jace slipped both hands to her hips and pushed them up the inside of her cami, pulling it up and over her head, he broke the kiss for what felt to Bernie like minutes but it was merely seconds. She pulled her hands from his silky smooth hair, trailing them down to his belt, she unhooked his belt and began swift work on his buttons and zips and he picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him.

"This isn't your first rodeo is it?" Jace laughed into her ear as he bit her neck.

"What do you think Mr Wayland?" She breathed as she was being overwhelmed by him. She pulled his head backwards using his hair and nipped at his chin.

He moved round so she was resting on the back of the sofa, the spot where Jace had been leaning warm on her bare legs; her skirt had been pushed upwards at some point. "I think we may have to post-pone today's lesson, Miss Rutland..." He purred.