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With you around? not likely (Jace Wayland)

You adjust your gear, feeling the weight of Jace's intense gaze boring into you from across the room. It's not unusual for Jace to be watchful before a mission—he's one of the most driven and passionate Shadowhunters you know—but today, his stare has a darker edge. You feel it even as you glance up, only to meet his golden-brown eyes locked on you, his mouth pressed into a thin line.

"Are you sure about this?" Jace asks, his voice low. The irritation in his tone is barely masked, and you fight back a smirk.

"What's the problem, Jace?" you reply, feigning innocence. You know exactly what's bothering him. But after months of training together, of stolen glances, lingering touches, and unspoken tension, he's given you nothing more than fleeting, cryptic moments. If he isn't going to be honest, then you don't see why you shouldn't have a little fun with it.

"I don't like it," he mutters, crossing his arms. "There are...other ways to handle this."

"We need a distraction," you remind him. "The best way to keep those guards busy is to flirt with them. They'll be looking at me, not around for you. It's efficient."

He scowls, running a hand through his messy, blond hair. "I know. Doesn't mean I have to like it."

"Well, try not to sulk. It doesn't suit you." You give him a quick, teasing smile and turn away, walking towards your post for the mission. It's all part of the plan: you get in, keep the guards occupied with some harmless flirtation, and Jace gets in undetected. Easy enough.

The mission starts as planned, and you feel Jace's presence on your comm, silent but unmistakably there. The guards in the hallway have their eyes glued to you, just as you intended. You lean against the wall, all faux confidence and playful smiles, charming them enough that they've forgotten any protocol they're supposed to be following. Their relaxed stance tells you Jace should have no trouble slipping by.

Or so you thought.

When you glance up for a second, Jace is in view—and he's looking your way, watching with a storm in his eyes. He's not doing his part, and in that moment, one of the guards catches sight of him.

Swearing under your breath, you take matters into your own hands. You grab one of the guards and spin him around, throwing a quick punch to his jaw that leaves him dazed. As the other guard reaches for his weapon, you kick it out of his hand and sweep his legs out from under him, leaving both men unconscious on the ground in seconds.

Jace snaps out of his daze and joins you, though you shoot him a withering glare as you adjust your gear.

"Care to focus, Wayland?" you snap. "I shouldn't have to do all the work."

He grits his teeth, stepping closer, his face inches from yours. "You didn't have to flirt with them."

You narrow your eyes. "I did what I had to do, because someone," you say, tilting your head pointedly, "was too busy glaring to do his job."

He scowls, looking away, but you don't miss the hint of color on his cheeks. "Maybe if you weren't throwing yourself at random guards..."

You scoff, interrupting him. "You know what? This would be a lot easier if you'd just be honest about what's bothering you."

Without another word, you brush past him, your heart pounding as you march out of the hallway, leaving him there, stunned.

Back at the Institute, you're still simmering with frustration. It shouldn't have mattered that Jace was being his usual, impossible self, but something about today—the way he couldn't focus because you were playing distraction—hits too close to what you'd been hoping for all along. Maybe it's better this way, you tell yourself as you grab fresh clothes and head to the showers.

The water is hot, scalding even, but it's exactly what you need to ease the tension in your shoulders. You let it pour over you, trying to wash away the thought of Jace and the way he looked at you, the way he...

Your thoughts are interrupted by the faint creak of your bedroom door. Turning off the water, you wrap yourself in a towel and step out cautiously, surprised to find Jace standing in the middle of your room, looking more intense than you've ever seen him.

"Jace," you say, taken aback. "What are you doing here?"

He doesn't answer immediately, just closes the distance between you in one swift stride. Before you can process what's happening, his hands are on your waist, pulling you close as he presses his lips to yours in a kiss that's equal parts rough and possessive. It's as if he's poured all those hidden glances and unspoken words into this one moment, claiming you in a way you've only dreamed about.

You melt into him, fingers winding through his hair as he deepens the kiss, his grip on you tightening as if he's afraid you'll disappear. When he finally breaks away, he rests his forehead against yours, his breathing heavy, golden eyes darker than you've ever seen them.

"You're mine," he says, voice low and certain, a confession and a promise all in one.

You smirk, your heart pounding as you gaze back at him. "Finally decided to say it out loud, huh?"

He huffs, but the corners of his mouth lift slightly. "I should've done this a long time ago. You drive me insane."

"Good," you say, unable to resist teasing him, even as he pulls you closer again. "Maybe now you'll keep your head on a mission."

Jace chuckles, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "With you around? Not likely."

And with that, he kisses you again, pouring everything he's held back into it, leaving no doubt that he means every word.