Clace One-Shots (TMI)

A Gray Morning Turned Bright

POV - Clary

"Clary?"

I turned my head from my sketchbook to look at Jace. He  had just entered the room from the connecting bathroom and was clad in only a towel. My jaw dropped for a second before I composed myself and directed my gaze to his face.

"Yeah?" Last night, we had spent the night in my room once we had discovered we weren't siblings. We did not do anything hasty, only talked and cuddled all night. It was such a relief that I didn't have to hide my feelings for him anymore.

"I love you."

I smiled, almost dizzy with happiness. I returned the sentiment and he walked over to my chair. My chair faced the window from when I had been sketching, so Jace bent over the top and kissed me softly on the lips.

I blushed red with glee and turned back to my drawing. The sun had already risen, but it was a cold day and the morning sky was a light gray color. Jace dressed behind me and came to sit on the arm of my chair.

"Whatcha' drawing?" Jace drawled, resting his chin on my shoulder to peer at my sketch.
It was of the beautiful city that was spread out beneath the window, and I told Jace as such.

"Can you draw me?" I was considering it when he spoke again. "I mean, it would be a crime to not have this face forever on paper."

I shook my head fondly, and tucked my blazing hair up into a bun. I stuck my spare pencil in to hold it in place. I bit the end of my remaining pencil and squinted up at him.

"I suppose I must," I sighed falsely. He smiled, kissed my nose, and laid on the bed in a dramatic pose. I chuckled slightly and flipped to a new page in my book. I moved the chair so it was facing him and began stroking my pencil against the paper.

Jace stayed in his pose for an impressive amount of time and once I have drawn the last line of his neck, he sagged onto the mattress.

"Done yet?" He asked patiently.

"Just about." I was a bit disappointed to see that I still could not capture that special sparkle in his eye.

I handed him the drawing, and after several minutes of him complimenting me (for my skill) and himself (for his 'incredible beauty'), he set down the book and kissed me passionately on the mouth.

"The way you can capture so much beauty with just a pencil and paper and yet make it so real and meaningful amazes me. I envy your talent of creating and showing others your view of things, but I would not want to have said talent. Not because I don't think it's wonderful, but because I could only picture you as being able to do such things. Only you, with your beautiful smile, and even more beautiful heart should be allowed to be so blessed. You deserve so much Clary, and I know that no one can measure up to you."

I had tears prickling at the corners of my eyes; I grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him back down to meet my lips with his.

"I love you. I love you. I love you," I whispered over and over against his lips. We drifted to the bed and spent another night like the last one: full of 'I love you's and 'I need you's.