When the three Lightwoods talked to their parents about getting a house with the three others, Maryse and Robert insisted on meeting Magnus and Simon before agreeing to anything. They had already met Clary when they moved into the dorms, but they insisted she come visit as well. And that's how the three couples found themselves on a five-hour drive to the Lightwood estate for the weekend. Clary was a little surprised when Jace took her bags straight to his room instead of the guest room, under the impression that his parents wouldn't approve because her parents sure as hell would not.

"Clary! Relax, will you? They know we're together, and they really don't care if we sleep in the same room," Jace reassured her for the umpteenth time since their arrival.

"I don't believe you!" Clary whisper-shouted at her boyfriend who was busy looking through the pantry for something to snack on. "The last time I visited, I stayed in a guest room! What if this is part of their test! Jace, I don't like it."

Jace came out with a package of chocolate chip cookies, munching on one and rolling his eyes as he sat at the island next to the stressed out redhead. "What test? There is no test. They like you. And the last time you visited, we weren't together. Now we're together. Chill." He pushed the cookies toward her, hoping she'd take one and stop blabbering.

But she didn't. "No test, my ass! They probably think I'm some floozy and that's why they insisted I come along. To judge my flooziness!" she exclaimed, swatting Jace's arm.

"One. Flooziness is not a word. Two. They do not think that about you so why do you think that about yourself? Three. A three-bedroom house between six people? Who are all in relationships with each other? I think they're smart enough to put two and two together," he pointed out, shoving another cookie into his mouth. Clary was about to protest when the two adults walked in.

"Clary! Sweetie!" Clary turned to see a woman, who looked like an older version of Isabelle, walking toward her with open arms. Clary stood up right as Maryse circled her in a warm embrace. "It's so good to see you again!" Clary's eyes widened as she shot a glance over at Jace who had an amused smirk plastered on his face.

"Maryse, honey. Let the girl breathe," came a low chuckle from Robert. Jace's mom let go of Clary, turning to give her son a hug as Robert glance around the room. "Jace, where are your siblings? I thought you lot drove up together?"

"They're probably showing the other two around," Jace shrugged, eating yet another cookie. "Luckily for me, Clary already knows her way around. And I got hungry because Alec is terrible and wouldn't let us stop for food."

Jace was about to eat another cookie when Robert snatched it out of his hand, eating it for himself before asking, "What do you have planned for today then?"

Jace glared at his father, reaching for another cookie. "Not too sure yet. Probably just hang by the pool," he said, staring out the glass doors checking to see if the weather was good for it.

"Well, we have that event tonight, so fend for yourselves for dinner," Maryse added, fishing some cash out of her wallet and leaving it on the counter.

"Cool. I'll let Alec and Iz know." His parents were on their way out of the kitchen when he remembered his conversation with Clary. "Wait. Hey. Are the sheets in the guest rooms new?" Maryse nodded her head, her brow slightly furrowed. "Clary wants to stay in one of them instead of with me because she thinks you guys think she's a floozy," Jace tattled, with the biggest grin on his face as he looked straight at Clary. Her faced turned the brightest shade of red as she jumped at him attempting to wring his neck, while Maryse yelled at her son and Robert burst out laughing.

Clary spent the next five minutes ignoring and glaring at Jace the Betrayer. When he excused himself to use the restroom, she took the opportunity to bolt from the kitchen and headed to the opposite end of the house, hiding out in the home theater. She figured it would take him at least half an hour to find her, which was enough time for her to cool down and process. Yes, she was running from her problem. No, she didn't want to talk about it. She just needed to be alone, with her sketchbook. Her phone kept going off with calls and texts from Jace, wondering where she was, so she put it on do not disturb mode, focusing all her attention on working out her thoughts and frustrations.

What started out with embarrassment soon turned into annoyance that became anger which progressed to passion. And that's where she was at when Jace finally found her, curled up on one of the sofas in the farthest corner of the dimly lit room, 45 minutes later. She didn't acknowledge him even though she wasn't angry or upset with him anymore. However, she still wanted him to apologize, and he probably knew because he sat down next to her, close enough so their thighs were touching.

He whispered her name, attempting to grab her attention, but she didn't let up, so he started speaking anyway. "Clary, baby. I'm sorry for what I said to my parents about you. I meant it as a joke, but I know that doesn't matter because I hurt you. I didn't think it was such a big deal at the time because my parents and I are comfortable talking and joking like that. But now I know that just because I'm comfortable with it doesn't mean that you are, and I should've realized how uncomfortable you must have been. I should've noticed."

He paused, looking to see if she was listening, but he couldn't tell. So he gently began poking her in the side, waiting for a reaction that never came as he continued his apology. "I probably should've told you about the sleeping arrangements beforehand, but I just assumed you'd be okay with it. But I needed to ask, and next time I'll make sure we talk about it first. But I really hope you are okay with it, because I would love it if you stayed with me in my room this weekend. If you're not okay with it, I readied the guest room for you just in case."

He paused again, and this time she had stopped sketching and was just staring at the book in her lap. He seized the opportunity and pulled the sketchbook from her grasp, holding it out to the side where she couldn't reach. "You don't have to forgive me. I just need you to acknowledge my apology. Can you do that?" he asked, but she didn't answer. "Clary, please look at me." She turned her face to look at him, faltering for breath when she saw his defeated expression. "Did you hear anything I just said?" She nodded her head in response. "I love you, okay?" A small smile crossed her lips before she replied with an "I love you" of her own.

"Can I have my sketchbook back, please?" she asked, reaching across his body, trying to grab the item. But Jace extended his arm, making her task more difficult. Clary was climbing on him, trying to get it back, but Jace kept pushing her off and leaning away. The more she reached, the further away he leaned. Clary went to tackle Jace but he wrapped his arms around her and the couple ended up rolling off the sofa onto the floor with a thud loud enough for anyone in the nearby rooms to hear if the home theater weren't soundproof. Thank goodness for that soundproofing.

Jace cushioned Clary's fall, landing on his back as she collapsed on top of him, his arms still holding tightly to her petite frame, her hair thrown all around creating a barrier between the two. Jace reached up and pushed her wild locks out of the way revealing a red-faced Clary with the widest smile, breathing heavily from all the laughter and physical exertion. He momentarily forgot how to breathe, too distracted by her beauty as he cupped her face, lightly stroking her cheek. "How the hell are you so beautiful?" he breathed, barely a whisper.

Clary's smile grew wider as she whispered back, "You're not so bad yourself, Lightwood." He let out a small chuckle as she placed a quick peck on his lips. But Jace held her face against his, prolonging the contact, enjoying the way her soft, sweet lips felt against his own. They kissed slowly, carefully, lips lingering torturously. He felt the tip of her tongue trace his upper lip, but he purposely withheld his tongue, choosing to focus on her lower lip instead, sucking it sensually between his own, making Clary moan and break away. She looked down at Jace, eyes darkened with desire, lips swollen from his attention. "I forgive you, by the way. You know, if that wasn't already obvious."

"Good," Jace smiled, running his fingers through her hair once more before rolling them over and crashing his lips to hers in a needful kiss, more charged than the one seconds ago. He pressed his body down onto hers, his growing erection landing perfectly between her open legs, right against her wanting center. Clary gasped at the sensation and Jace slipped his tongue into the opening she created. Eagerly drawing his tongue into her mouth, she played with him and pushed her hips up, craving his heat against her own and he continued pushing back. Their lips and tongues moved hungrily as their lower halves rubbed together aggressively. Clary was clawing and scratching his back underneath his shirt. Their kissing became sloppy and intense. Jace could feel her arousal soaking through her cloth shorts and his sweats, amazed at how wet she always got for him. And that turned him on even more.

"Fuck. Legs around me. Now," Jace grunted out and Clary obliged, her legs wrapping around his hips and her arms around his neck, as his arms encircled her body. And in one swift movement, he lifted her off the floor and sat on the sofa, the force of his fall pressing Clary down harder onto his erection making them both groan. Clary moved back and forth above him as he slipped the straps of her camisole down her arms and pushed the top down revealing her flushed breasts, immediately latching his lips onto one. He sucked hard, flicked her nipple with the tip of his tongue, nipped at her flesh.

His hands traveled up the backs of her thighs, sneaking under her shorts and gripping her ass, pushing her body up and more into him. Her hands played in his hair, holding his face against her chest as her core rubbed against his abs. The sensations going on up top distracted her from what was happening below as Jace retrieved a condom from the pocket of his sweats before shoving the clothing down his thighs. His erection popped out and hit Clary's ass, making her release a strangled moan. While still giving attention to her breasts, he managed to rip open the package and slide on the protection.

He detached from her chest and started kissing up her neck, pushing her soaked shorts and panties to the side before dipping two fingers into her center gauging her wetness. He groaned when they came out dripping and coated in her juices. Clary watched lustfully with parted lips, whimpering as he licked one finger clean. He then traced her bottom lip with the other, watching greedily as her tongue darted out and licked her lip making them both moan as she tasted herself. Fuck, he couldn't take it anymore. He wanted her so badly. He needed to be inside of her right now. Fucking her right now.

Positioning his length at her opening, he grasped her hips with both hands and pushed her small figure down onto his massive length, thrusting up in the same movement, sheathing himself in her warmth. Clary screamed out in surprise and pleasure at the intrusion. Mostly in pleasure as she got accustomed to how snugly he fit, feeling his throbbing against her throbbing. Clary gripped the sofa as she bounced up and down, riding his length as Jace thrust up, meeting her movements. He quickly felt Clary overpowering and taking control, so he sat back and let her take what she needed. Allowed her to turn whatever leftover frustrations she had into passion, as he held onto her hips, helping to guide her movements. He focused on her face, mesmerized by how her eyes were so darkened with lust, how her mouth rounded out so perfectly as she moaned and whimpered for him, because of him.

Jace leaned forward, capturing her lips between his own, sucking possessively, licking frantically, biting bestially. Clary let out a low growl, pushing Jace back against the cushions. Her hands grabbed fistfuls of his shirt as she threw her head back, eyes rolling back before fluttering shut. She grunted out his name every time he filled her, every time he moaned as she squeezed her walls around him. She felt his eyes burning into her skin as he watched her. She felt her thighs burning from being overworked. She felt her breasts burning as they bounced freely and unrestrained. She felt her fingers and arms burning from holding onto him so tightly. She felt her throat burning from all the screaming and moaning and groaning. She felt her insides burning from her building pleasure. And the desperate, vigorous rhythm she had been keeping faltered the moment her orgasm hit, washing through her, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body. She called out his name, yelled out profanities, screamed unintelligible words as she shook uncontrollably above him. Thank goodness for that soundproofing.

Jace licked at the sweat that formed in the valley between her breasts, feeling her rapidly beating heart against his lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck, tugging at his hair, burying his face in her chest, as she felt Jace's fingertips press deeper into her skin. He was still hard, and her still pulsating walls from her orgasm was stimulating his erection. Clary pulled back and grasped both breasts in her hands before looking at Jace, biting her lip erotically, and nodding her head. He moaned, planting his feet firmly on the ground, tightening his grip on her hips to hold her in place before thrusting up into her center, rapidly and relentlessly. He was driving into her so hard and so fast. Clary released her chest, deciding to tangle her hands into Jace's hair, afraid that if she didn't hold onto him, she would fall over from the sheer force of his penetrations. He tilted his face up to look at her, and she rested her forehead against his, locking eyes as Jace's hot, thick length pounded into her tender opening.

"Almost. Fuuuck. Clary," Jace groaned out, and Clary slipped a hand between their bodies, under the waistband of her shorts, rubbing her clit. She moaned at the contact, increasing the pressure against her nub as Jace sped up his pace, whimpering at the thought of his girlfriend rubbing herself while he drove repeatedly into her. And then Clary screamed out his name as she pinched her clit, sending Jace over the edge. He pushed her down one last time onto his length, wrapping his arms around her body, holding her tightly as he unloaded into the condom, calling out her name.

He laid Clary onto her back, placing a soft kiss to her lips before pulling out of her. Clary sighed at the loss, letting her legs fall open as she watched Jace pull off the condom before hobbling to the attached bathroom to throw it away and clean himself up. When he returned, Clary had already straightened her clothes out and was sitting down, cross-legged, going through her phone. He took a second to admire the way she looked. Glowing skin, sex hair galore, bite marks and hickeys, swollen lips. Throughly and freshly fucked and owning it. Jace sat down next to her, dropping a kiss to her shoulder.

She was going through her missed texts, checking the time stamps on the ones from Jace. "What took you so long to find me earlier?" she asked, glancing over at him. He rested his head on her shoulder, tracing patterns on her inner thigh.

"I did spend about ten minutes looking through rooms until I accidentally walked in on Isabelle and Simon going at it in one of the guest rooms," he said, shuddering at the memory. Clary laughed, shaking her head. "Yeah, I can't unsee it. So my natural instinct was to get as far away from that room as possible. And then I remembered how you hid out on the other side of campus the last time you avoided me. And that's when I realized you were most likely in here, the room farthest from the kitchen.

"But I also knew you needed your space, so I tidied up one of the other guest rooms," Clary opened her mouth to speak, but Jace brought a finger to her lips. He lifted his head, turning to look at her. "Only just in case you really didn't want to stay in my room." She nodded, and he resumed his earlier position. "After that, I decided to just relax in the pool house for a bit, where I ran into Alec and Magnus having way too much fun." He shuddered again. "Holy shit, I can't decide which one I hated worse. So then I hung out with Max in his room until he kicked me out for 'being boring.' But I'm pretty sure he just wanted to video chat with his little girlfriend," he grumbled before reaching up to place a kiss on her forehead.

Clary held up a fake microphone, mustering up her best TV reporter voice "So can you describe, in detail, the happenings between your siblings and their significant others?" She swung the 'mic' over to Jace.

"Please stop. It's too painful," Jace whined, pushing her hand away.

"Play with me!" Jace shook his head. "Okay, fiiine. But on a serious note," she turned to face him, cupping his face with one hand. "Thank you for preparing the other room, but I think I'd rather stay with you." A smile spread across Jace's features as he nodded his head. "Sorry for all the trouble I put you through."

With a light kiss to her lips, he responded, "Anything for you, love. Anything for you."

Clary smiled back. Her attention returned to her phone when she got a text from Isabelle: Stop fucking and come to the pool

Jace pouted, snuggling further into the sofa. "Do we have to go? Can't we just stay and watch a movie and have more sex? I mean, we're already here."

"Are you saying you don't want to see me dripping wet in a skin-tight, barely there bikini? Holding me in the water and slipping your fingers into me while the others aren't looking?" Clary said with a wink. She noticed the gears turning in his head and his pupils slightly dilate. And before he could respond, Clary was sprinting out of the home theater toward his bedroom, her laughter following her down the hallway as he scrambled to catch her.

So there goes the longest chapter I've written so far. How did we like it? Are we having fun yet?