Hey guys! If you're reading this, then thank you so much! This is my first fanfic and i have been playing around with this idea for a while now(: So please, just give my story a shot, i promise its not absolutely horrible! If you like it, review, give some suggestions, follow, whatever! I'll appreciate anything ya give me! Thanks!

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own any characters from TMI ): Cassie Clare is the genius that created these awesome characters-i'm just manipulating the characters and story for fun C:

"Focus Clary!" Jace shouts. Delayed, Clary's slim body flexes and pulls herself to the side in an attempt to dodge him, but not quickly enough. He grabs her by the waist and tackles her down to the padded mat in the training room.

"Oomph," exhales Clary, the wind effectively knocked out of her. Pinned under Jace's glistening, half-naked body, Clary tries in vain not to stare. This is my boyfriend. Sexy, and smart.

"I know, I know," Jace brags, as if reading her mind, "My sweaty rock hard abs are enough to make anybody swoon-men and women alike." Did I forget to mention cocky? Clary thinks with a rueful smile.

Clary rolls her eyes, and in his moment of distraction, she deftly flips them so that she is pinning him down, straddling his hips, with her hands pushing his shoulders into the ground.

"Gotcha," she whispers and leans down, millimeters from his face, and brushes his lips with hers before abruptly pulling back and pushing his shoulders down hard for emphasis. "I do pay more attention than you may think," Clary snickers as she moves to get up and continue the training session.

"I, for one think that we've had enough training for today," Jace snakes his arms around her waist and pulls her back to him.

"But Jace-" Clary tries to argue, but her hard-headed boyfriend will have none of that and smoothly cuts her off with a peck on her lips. Surprised, Clary pulls back to get a better look at her other half.

Eyes clouded with love and longing, Jace gently pulls her face up to his, connecting their lips in a sweet embrace. Their lips fit together, like a specially crafted puzzle. His lips curved perfectly to hers, firm but gentle.

Slowly running his hands up and down her back, Jace trails his lips from her warm mouth up along her jaw line, stopping only to whisper sweet nothings into her ear.

Jace pulls back and stares intently into Clary's eyes, searching for something she can't figure out. She returns his gaze with a smile and runs her hand through his wavy golden locks. "What are you thinking?" Clary asks with a demure smile and a peck on his cheek.

"Mmm," Jace sighs with a mischievous grin, "Well I was thinking..." He pauses dramatically, only annoying Clary further.

"C'mon Jace, just tell me," Clary pouts. This only seems to flip on the sarcasm switch in his mind.

"Nope!" he laughs at her frown and uses his thumb to smooth the small wrinkle that forms between her brows. "Don't pout my dear, it's not the end of the world."

"Jace," Clary pleads with her green puppy-dog eyes that always crack his resolve. At this point, Jace scoops Clary up off of him and cradles her in his lap, trying to please her.

"I love you, Clarissa Adele Fray," Jace says with all the tenderness in the world.

"Jace," Clary whispers, now holding Jace's face in her hands, "I lo-"

"Shh, I know," Jace murmurs and leans forward to kiss her once more.

As their lips reconnect, a spark surges through them both, and the kiss becomes urgent and passionate. A low growl bubbles up from Jace's throat and he moves them so he is once again pinning her down. Clary's hands roam over his body, memorizing every muscle on his chest and abdomen. All rational thoughts flew from her head as he moved his lips along her jaw and down to her neck, barely brushing her collar-bone.

An annoyed "ahem" sounds from the training room entrance. Maryse stands there looking highly annoyed by the two young shadowhunters. Always wasting their time, acting like mundane children.

Being new to the world of shadowhunting, Clary especially needed to spend extra time training to catch up with the Lightwoods. As skilled as she has become in such short time, she still has so much to learn. How to use a Sensor, how to wield a kindjal, or throw an angel blade. Working a stele and a seraph blade was only the beginning.

"Gear up and meet Alec and Isabelle in the church," said Maryse in a short, impatient voice.

Jace quickly, but carefully untwined himself from Clary and gracefully rises to his feet, his hand never leaving the small of her back.

"What's going on?" Jace asks with a spark in his eyes, and an eager bounce in his step. Maryse leaves the training room, heels clicking down the hall. The only indication that they should follow comes when the click-clacking abruptly stops.

"Demonic activity in Brooklyn," Maryse says as the young couple hustle after her. "Hurry up. Alec will fill you in on the rest." And with that, she starts to enter the massive library, but turns in the doorway as if remembering something.

"Jace. I'd like to speak with you after you return, about an important matter," Maryse announces with an obvious look at Clary. She turns and dismisses them with a simple wave.

Just freaking great. Clary swears silently to herself, knowing this conversation will be about her training, or lack thereof. Hopefully she won't send me back to live with my mom and Luke. The Institute is my home.