Tell me a bedtime story, Jace – Mortal Instrument Fanfiction
The Mortal Instruments Series – Cassandra Clare
Post City of Lost Souls

"Clary," he begins as she sits on his bed in his ever so tidy bedroom. "Clary, I'm so sorry that I yelled at you like that." She keeps her back towards him as a tear leaks from the corner of her eye. She hears the muffled footsteps of Jace as he draws closer to the bed. Before she know he's kneeling in front of her, trying to grasp her small hands into his big, scarred ones. "Hey, hey, did you hear me?" he whispered, bringing a hand up to cup her chin, to look into her green eyes as she looks into his golden ones.

Clary nods and glances away, biting her bottom lip. "How is this going to work, Jace? All we do is argue and when we're not, we can barely even touch each other because it's a danger to me!" She sobbed out loud, gasping for air.

Gently, Jace pulled Clary into his arms, embracing her and letting her head burrow into his chest as the tears trickled down her cheeks. "We'll figure something out, Clary, we always do." She pulled out his embrace and stared into his eyes, memorised by their brilliance.

"Do you remember when you told me about what Valentine told you, Jace? To love is to destroy?" she asked him, rubbing her thumbs over the back of his hands subconsciously.

Jace nodded slowly, unsure where this was leading to. "Where are you going with this, Clary?"

Instead of answering, she changed the topic, "What about that time when you read to me in the moving house? A Tale of Two Cities?"

He intertwines our fingers together, his brows furrowing in confusion. "Yes, I remember that but what does it have to do with anything?"

Clary leans forwards slightly and rests her forehead on his shoulder, by the crook of his neck. "Will you tell me a story again, Jace?"

He chuckles slightly and replies, "Why didn't you just ask me that?"

She shrugs and pulls back to look at him. "Because I wanted to see if you remembered. Those are a few of my most cherished moments with you, the times that you've opened up to me and even in the situations we've been in, we can still be together in some ways."

He smiles at this and leans in to brush his lips against hers for the first time in months. She parts her lips and kisses him more passionately, deeper. A spark zaps her bottom lip and she gasps. Jace pulls away immediately and stares sadly at her. "It's still something we're going to have to work on."

She nods and slips under the covers, patting the space beside her for Jace. Gingerly, he lays down beside her wrapping her up in his arms, pulling her close to his chest.

"Close your eyes," he whispers, like the very first time he had told her a story. And so she did, listening to the heartbeat of his heart thudding rhythmically and calmly in his chest, his breathing slow and steady and the feel of his muscles on his stomach where her palms rested.