A/N Thanks so much for the positive reviews! The next chapters will focus more on Clary and Jace, so prepare for some Clace!
Disclaimer: Cassandra Clare own the Mortal Instruments, not me. I cry every day when I think about this.
Simon and Isabelle knocked on Jace's bedroom. They heard a shuffling coming from inside. Jace opened the door, obviously peeved. "What the heck guys! Clary and I are 'in the middle of something!' Please come back later!" He prepared to close the door when Clary popped up next him with mussed hair and swollen lips, her robe hastily tied.
"Jace," she told him sternly, "Don't be rude. Izzy, Simon, please give us a couple minutes."
"Umm… okay." Isabelle and Simon headed downstairs. They heard the door close and Jace tell Clary he was going to take a shower.
About fifteen minutes later, Jace appeared with wet golden curls and Clary beside him with water still glistening on her skin.
"So," Clary asked, "What do you guys want?"
"Well," Simon stammered, "We want to know what all happened last night."
Jace threw his hands up in the air. "What makes you think we know any thing more than you do! Clary and I were with you until everyone got stupidly drunk, and then we went outside for some peace and quiet when Alec and Magnus came around and we had to take them home. Then Clary and I came home and- well, I don't think you want to know what happened next." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"Umm, have you every heard of too much information?" Isabelle cringed. "Come on Simon, I think we've got all the information we're going to get."
"Bye guys, have fun!" Simon said. He stopped, blushing. "Not that kind of fun, but- ugh. You know what I mean!"
They walked out, and Jace looked at Clary. "So… what do you wanna do now?"
"Let's go find train. I need to learn how to knock people out without hurting them, so if we get interrupted I can just say that I thought I was being attacked." Clary smiled mischievously.
"That will be invaluable for both of us." Jace smiled, and carried her into the training room bridal style.