The Mortal Instruments - City of Cataclysm

Taiwan ... Here I Come!

Clary tottered along in her exceedingly long and glamorous stiletto heels, while Jace trundled along behind, carrying their suitcases under one arm and their boarding passes under the other. "Come on!", Clary yelled above the cacophony of plane engines buzzing like enraged bees, "At this rate we'll never get to Taiwan in time!"
Jace nodded bitterly, quickening his pace. They scanned the barren horizon together, looking for the familiar logo of the LuxAir airplane that would fly them over from Luxembourg all the way over to the other end of the world - in Taiwan. When they finally glimpsed the familiar wing of the airplane, they started running, Jace every so often tripping over a stray suitcase that had freed itself from his grasp. Clary was just tugging at the hems of her new summer dress that she had bought for their honeymoon when she went flying over a pebble. Jace flinched as he heard an unearthly crunching sound. He scurried over to her side and started flapping uncontrollably.
"Babe! Can you hear me, Sweet pea? I'll go call the first aid, okay?"
Clary glared at him, shooting daggers with her eyes. "You moron, Jace!", she shouted, pointing at her feet, "My stiletto heels! They broke!" At this, she started weeping uncontrollably, swearing in Italian in between gulps of air.
Jace gasped. "Oh heaven forbid no! Not your stilettos!" He started weeping too, only this time swearing in Swedish. He threw back his head and let out an inhuman roar.
"Help!"
He pointed an accusatory finger in the direction of the stewardess waiting by the entrance of the plane. He motioned her to come over. She shook her head and pointed dramatically at her watch which was glinting in the intense sunlight. Jace crouched down and whispered into Clary's ear (who, by the way, was still sobbing).
"I'll carry you over to the plane, ok?"
Clary simpered and looked up at Jace.
"What... what about the suitcases?"
Jace smiled, flexing his muscles and tightening his abs.
"Do not fear for I am here... Oh! That rhymes!"
"Get on with it you peahead! No time for any bloody poems!"
Jace started pouting but then suddenly sprung into action as he heard the engine of the plane purring into life. He threw the suitcases behind him with such force that he nearly concussed the bald ticket man standing near them and, after having apologised at least a few hundred times, scooped Clary up into his arms and scuttled off with her in direction of the plane.
They mounted the steps leading into the plane, and, when they had reached the top, Jace shoved their boarding passes into the stewardess' gloves hands, her penciled eyebrows raising by at easy a couple of good centimeters at the sight of Jace's rune-covered bulging biceps which were supporting Clary who had passed out and whose tongue was lolling outside her mouth like that of a dead pig's. Jace glowered at the stewardess, out-staring her and making her blush. Jace bustled by murmuring to himself.
"All women succumb to me. Must be my natural charisma..."
When he finally found their seats, he dumped Clary down on to the fake leather chairs and wiped his clammy forehead with the back of his hand. He bent down to untie his shoelaces but was distracted by the sight of his lover resting peacefully beside him. He bent over her and started stroking her hair. He bent down and started sniffing at it but suddenly pulled back, his nose scrunching. He glared at Clary and suddenly brought back his hand and gave her a girl slap on her cheek. Her eyelids fluttered open and she stared in bewilderment at Jace. He had never hurt her physically before.
" You used my shampoo!", Jace screeched, "How dare you, you little lying scumbag! You said you used your Head & Shoulders, not my up-market Petit Marseillais!"
By now all the passengers were staring at them, their eyes boggling out of their sockets.
Clary blushed at the unwanted attention they were getting and whispered at him menacingly.
"Jace! Quite down! I thought since we just got married last September we could at least share each others' objects, no?", she simpered and looked at him with big puppy eyes, "I love you Jace..."
Jace stopped pursing his lips and smiled.
"I love you too Clary, and forever will!"
"Alright, alright!", Clary said impatiently, "Lets enjoy the view, shall we? Oh look! I think we're landing!"