The One Who Loved Him

Blood Stains and Smell Goods

It was bad enough I was in a relationship with someone the Clave wanted to kill. What was worse: Jace and him coming home all bloody and saying something about Clary, Jocelyn, and Luke.

"Sweetie!" I yelled, running over to him and tearing at his red stained shirt. "What did you do? What happened, Jace?"

"We had a little trouble at Clary's house. That's all." he said nonchalantly.

"A little trouble? No explanation to why in the hell you're both bleeding? Jonathan, care to explain?"

"Jocelyn threw a knife at me." he said, staring up at me from where I had pushed him down. "I'm fine, Jace's fine. So, don't worry your pretty little head about it."

I narrowed my eyes and went to get a wet washcloth.

"Bring the stele." Jonathan called as I stomped up the glass stairs.

"We had a little trouble at Clary's house." I mimicked. "How stupid do I look?"

Our bedroom door was open just a crack from earlier. I pushed it open, causing it to slam into the wall and bang back to the door frame. The room was a mess; clothes were strewn everywhere. And they weren't just mine. I kicked my way through the clutter and dug in his drawer for the sleek, silver stele.

"Jace, un-shirt yourself and sit down beside Jon- I mean Sebastian." I said, coming to stand in front of the white and minorly blood sodden couch.

He grinned and peeled off the t-shirt he was wearing and threw it on the floor beside my feet.

"You may be tied to him, but I'm not afraid to kick your ass. His included. Now both of you turn around."

Jonathan smirked at Jace before he lightly punched his arm. I bent over his shoulder and traced the faint outline of the iratze rune on his shoulder, then moved on to Jace. When I had finished, Jonathan turned around and whisked me into his arms.

"Thank you, my sweet Liza." he whispered in my ear.

I giggled. "Anytime, Jon."

"You know, it's not nice to rub the fact your girlfriend is here and mine isn't in my face with PDA." Jace moaned.

"You're right. It's absolutely horrible." Jonathan said before he kissed me.

"Ew. Get. A. Room."

I laughed and stood up. Jonathan grinned at me and sent a smirk at Jace, who was acting like he had to throw up. " Speaking of girlfriends, where's Clary?"

"She didn't want to come." Jace said.

"Too worried about the werewolf." Jonathan inclined.

"What happened to Luke?"

"I stabbed him."

"WHY?"

"He was going to blow my head off."

"I'm quite sure he was not." I said, grabbing a water out of the fridge. That didn't sound like Luke. But this was Jonathan he was dealing with.

"He was." Jace retorted.

"Sure."

Jonathan wrapped his arms around my hips. "It's the truth."

"And I'd believe why?"

"Ouch. That really hurt."

"Boohoo."

He laughed. "I need to take a shower."

"Really?"

"Really." He planted a kiss on my head and left without another word.

Jace stood across the counter from me. His golden eyes held my stare for a long minute before he blinked and looked away.

"Quit giving me that glare, you little butt head."

"Shut up." I turned on my heel and went to my room.

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The shower finally cut off with its usual groan of rotation. He stepped out two minutes later, a towel wrapped around his lower body.

"Love, what's the matter?"

"Nothing. Just waiting on you to hurry up so I can sleep."

He shook his head, pale blond hair flying out in a halo he SO didn't deserve. "I'll hurry up, Miss Liza."

"Better do it quick, Jon. I'm seriously tired."

Jonathan grinned, pulling on his sleep pants and climbing into bed. I slid into his arms, nestling my head between his shoulder and neck.

"You smell good."

"I would hope so."

"No, like better than normal."

"Well, no biting my shoulder."

"I wasn't planning on it."

He pulled my hands around his torso and left his under my side and on my thigh. I nuzzled deeper into him and closed my eyes.

"You know, I was thinking," he began.

"'Uh, oh."

"Why don't we go out tomorrow and visit Italy?"

"Sounds like fun."

"We can shop."

"You know I hate shopping."

"How long have I known you?"

"I give up. Since we were three?"

"Yes. Now, I'd have more common sense than to take you shopping."

"Touche."

"Whatever. Go to sleep."

"I will if you promise me one thing."

"That is?"

"Promise you'll never get bored of me."

"Why would I-"

"Promise."

"I promise." he sighed.

"Good."

"Goodnight, Liza."

"Goodnight, Jon. I love you."

"I love you."