"Do you remember," he said, "when we first met and I told you I was ninety percent sure putting a rune on you wouldn't kill you-and you slapped me in the face and told me it was for the other ten percent?"
Clary nodded.
"I always figured a demon would kill me," he said. "A rogue Downworlder. A battle. But I realized then that I just might die if I didn't get to kiss you, and soon."
Clary licked her dry lips. "Well, you did," she said. "Kiss me, I mean."
He reached up and took a curl of her hair between his fingers. He was close enough that she could feel the warmth of his body, smell his soap and skin and hair. "Not enough," he said, letting her hair slip through his fingers. "If I kiss you all day every day for the rest of my life, it won't be enough."
I always find it funny how people are like "Clary or Jace are gonna die in twp" like cool dude, thanks for showing how much you don't care about those characters.
happy birthdayyy to beth @cherylblossomgf my fellow may taurus :')) the thing is that jace and clary will quite literally NEVER go out of style (youtube)
alec, talking to izzy, jace, and clary: since you won't be able to reach me for a month, i've left a complimentary bowl of advice. for instance, "jace, stop doing that!" just applies to everything.
CLARY FRAY & JACE HERONDALE (The Mortal Instruments)
His eyes were the color of honey and slid as slowly as honey over her body as he looked her up and down as if for the first time since she'd come into the room, from her windblown hair to her booted feet, and back again. When their gaze met again, Clary's mouth was dry.
"Do you remember," he said, "when we first met and I told you I was ninety percent sure putting a rune on you wouldn't kill you-and you slapped me in the face and told me it was for the other ten percent?"
Clary nodded.
"I always figured a demon would kill me," he said. "A rogue Downworlder. A battle. But I realized then that I just might die if I didn't get to kiss you, and soon."
Clary licked her dry lips. "Well, you did," she said. "Kiss me, I mean."
He reached up and took a curl of her hair between his fingers. He was close enough that she could feel the warmth of his body, smell his soap and skin and hair. "Not enough," he said, letting her hair slip through his fingers. "If I kiss you all day every day for the rest of my life, it won't be enough."