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This is what I want.


    "Clary, talk to me what's going on?" Jace pleaded.
    "What's wrong, is that I—I don't know what's happening. This isn't normal! We're not normal! We aren't supposed to—" Clary paced furiously around Jace's room.
    "Clary." Jace said stopping her and grabbing her by the shoulders, making her look directly into his eyes. "Look at me. What's bothering you?"
    They looked into each other's eyes for long moments, until finally Clary whispered. "You already know."
    It was true, he did know. And it wasn't something that was only bothering her, but it tormented him too. He—Jace Wayland—had always been smooth with girls, but never had he ever cared for one in particular to make more of a relationship with them. But Clary was different, and his feelings for her went way beyond just care. He unwillingly loved her. He loved her bad temper, her sweet-freckled face, her tingling laugh, her dazzling smile, her red wild strawberry curls, but most of all were her eyes. They were a color of green like no other, piercing, brilliant and absolutely dazzling—not to forget beautiful—that whenever Jace looked directly into them, his knees seemed to go weak.
    Jace let go of her shoulders and sighed heavily. Seeing her, this sad and with so much pain only intensified his own pain.
    "Jace, what are we going to do?" Clary asked.
    Truth was, Jace had no idea. After all, Clary was his blood sister. How sick was it to be in love with someone of your own blood line? It was horrifyingly painful. He, Jace Wayland, who had never loved anyone, who believed that to love was to destroy, had finally found his soul mate. But to what end? Just to find out the tragic truth that they were both brothers.
    "There's nothing we can do can we?" he said sourly.
    Clary stared at him with her green eyes immensely flooded with sadness. "No, I guess there isn't." she said with a weak voice and started to circle around him for the door but he stopped her.
    "Wait, Clary."  Jace said. He wasn't even sure what he was going to say. He opened his mouth but he knew it was futile. There was no solution to this problem, and he knew he couldn't pressure her into something she didn't want.
    "What would you want to do? If it where up to you?" asked Clary barely audibly.
    "Oh Clary," whispered Jace, lifting a hand up to cup her face gently. He just couldn't help it; his feelings for her were undeniable. "You know what I want."
     "But we can't." she answered and unsaid question that they both imagined at the same time. She leaned her cheek against his hand and closed her eyes. Jace stared at her peaceful face, his hand tingling where her skin touched his. How was it possible? Why Clary? Why couldn't he have the only person he actually did want?
     He closed his own eyes too, letting the nearness of her engulf him. He could feel her breath on his face, warm and sweet smelling—which gave him such a huge impulse to kiss her—but he knew he couldn't, he shouldn´t. He opened his eyes then, to see that Clary's where filled with tears, one trickling down her cheek, leaving a sparkly silvery line traced on her skin.
    He couldn't help it. Brothers or not, he just had to do it.
    He leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers, softly. Clary flinched slightly in surprise, but didn't retract. Fire cursed on their lips, even though they were just slightly pressed together. Jace started to part his lips, but Clary pulled away. Her cheeks were now full of silvery tear traces.
    "Clary." Jace started, but Clary shook her head.
    "We can't Jace, we just can't." she looked down.
    He wanted to kiss her again, he needed to kiss her.
    "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." He said.
    "Yeah, you shouldn't have." She replied. One of her arms was wrapped around her chest, and her other hand was tracing her lips delicately, as if remembering the feel of his kiss.
    He wanted to kiss her again, he wanted to hold her—stroke her wild curls—he wanted to touch her face and to brush away her tears. He wanted to free her of this burden they were both carrying, but he knew it was useless.
    "I'm sorry." He repeated, his eyes not leaving her face.
    "And that's the worst part!" Clary exclaimed suddenly. "You shouldn't be sorry! We should be able to be together, or be seen together without anything being wrong with it! It's just not fair Jace! Why?" She was sobbing now, tears of pure pain and desperation filled her face¬.
    Jace reached for her and hugged her, her face burying in his bare chest. He leaned his cheek on the top of her head, stroking her hair, as he felt her shakily sob, and feel her wet face pressed against his skin, making it wet too.
    "I know Clary, I know." He soothed her. It broke him to see her this way.
    She calmed down and looked up at him, her chin resting on his chest.
    "Clary." Jace started.
    "Yes?" she said.
     He sighed, and continued to stroke her hair, not breaking eye contact with her.  "No matter how much we—I try, I can't stop my feelings. They only get deeper and deeper and I know were brothers, but I just can't seem to make that influence the way I feel about you. And I know I'll keep feeling that way, there's no changing that. What I guess I'm trying to say is—" but he broke off as Clary reached up and kissed him.
    Her fingers went around his neck and his hands went to her back, pressing her against him. This time, when he parted his lips, her own followed.
    "Are you sure?" interrupted Jace.
    "No." she replied and continued to kiss him.
    Their kiss was long and lingering. Electricity seemed to flow through Jace's veins, making him pull her closer to him. His hand reached to cup her face, and they kept kissing for long moments, without a care, jus following their desires and feelings—and those were the happiest moments of his life.
    When they finally broke apart, Clary wasn't crying anymore, she was actually smiling.
    "That felt— " she started.
    "So natural, and so right." Jace finished for her. They both laughed and Clary hugged him, her cheek resting on his strong muscular chest.
    "You're right. I can't deny my feelings for you any longer. So I've decided, I'm not going to. Because this—no matter how ethically wrong—is right to me. To us; and this is what I want."
    Jace kissed her forehead. "This is what I want to."

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This is what I want.


    "Clary, talk to me what's going on?" Jace pleaded.
    "What's wrong, is that I—I don't know what's happening. This isn't normal! We're not normal! We aren't supposed to—" Clary paced furiously around Jace's room.
    "Clary." Jace said stopping her and grabbing her by the shoulders, making her look directly into his eyes. "Look at me. What's bothering you?"
    They looked into each other's eyes for long moments, until finally Clary whispered. "You already know."
    It was true, he did know. And it wasn't something that was only bothering her, but it tormented him too. He—Jace Wayland—had always been smooth with girls, but never had he ever cared for one in particular to make more of a relationship with them. But Clary was different, and his feelings for her went way beyond just care. He unwillingly loved her. He loved her bad temper, her sweet-freckled face, her tingling laugh, her dazzling smile, her red wild strawberry curls, but most of all were her eyes. They were a color of green like no other, piercing, brilliant and absolutely dazzling—not to forget beautiful—that whenever Jace looked directly into them, his knees seemed to go weak.
    Jace let go of her shoulders and sighed heavily. Seeing her, this sad and with so much pain only intensified his own pain.
    "Jace, what are we going to do?" Clary asked.
    Truth was, Jace had no idea. After all, Clary was his blood sister. How sick was it to be in love with someone of your own blood line? It was horrifyingly painful. He, Jace Wayland, who had never loved anyone, who believed that to love was to destroy, had finally found his soul mate. But to what end? Just to find out the tragic truth that they were both brothers.
    "There's nothing we can do can we?" he said sourly.
    Clary stared at him with her green eyes immensely flooded with sadness. "No, I guess there isn't." she said with a weak voice and started to circle around him for the door but he stopped her.
    "Wait, Clary."  Jace said. He wasn't even sure what he was going to say. He opened his mouth but he knew it was futile. There was no solution to this problem, and he knew he couldn't pressure her into something she didn't want.
    "What would you want to do? If it where up to you?" asked Clary barely audibly.
    "Oh Clary," whispered Jace, lifting a hand up to cup her face gently. He just couldn't help it; his feelings for her were undeniable. "You know what I want."
     "But we can't." she answered and unsaid question that they both imagined at the same time. She leaned her cheek against his hand and closed her eyes. Jace stared at her peaceful face, his hand tingling where her skin touched his. How was it possible? Why Clary? Why couldn't he have the only person he actually did want?
     He closed his own eyes too, letting the nearness of her engulf him. He could feel her breath on his face, warm and sweet smelling—which gave him such a huge impulse to kiss her—but he knew he couldn't, he shouldn´t. He opened his eyes then, to see that Clary's where filled with tears, one trickling down her cheek, leaving a sparkly silvery line traced on her skin.
    He couldn't help it. Brothers or not, he just had to do it.
    He leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers, softly. Clary flinched slightly in surprise, but didn't retract. Fire cursed on their lips, even though they were just slightly pressed together. Jace started to part his lips, but Clary pulled away. Her cheeks were now full of silvery tear traces.
    "Clary." Jace started, but Clary shook her head.
    "We can't Jace, we just can't." she looked down.
    He wanted to kiss her again, he needed to kiss her.
    "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." He said.
    "Yeah, you shouldn't have." She replied. One of her arms was wrapped around her chest, and her other hand was tracing her lips delicately, as if remembering the feel of his kiss.
    He wanted to kiss her again, he wanted to hold her—stroke her wild curls—he wanted to touch her face and to brush away her tears. He wanted to free her of this burden they were both carrying, but he knew it was useless.
    "I'm sorry." He repeated, his eyes not leaving her face.
    "And that's the worst part!" Clary exclaimed suddenly. "You shouldn't be sorry! We should be able to be together, or be seen together without anything being wrong with it! It's just not fair Jace! Why?" She was sobbing now, tears of pure pain and desperation filled her face¬.
    Jace reached for her and hugged her, her face burying in his bare chest. He leaned his cheek on the top of her head, stroking her hair, as he felt her shakily sob, and feel her wet face pressed against his skin, making it wet too.
    "I know Clary, I know." He soothed her. It broke him to see her this way.
    She calmed down and looked up at him, her chin resting on his chest.
    "Clary." Jace started.
    "Yes?" she said.
     He sighed, and continued to stroke her hair, not breaking eye contact with her.  "No matter how much we—I try, I can't stop my feelings. They only get deeper and deeper and I know were brothers, but I just can't seem to make that influence the way I feel about you. And I know I'll keep feeling that way, there's no changing that. What I guess I'm trying to say is—" but he broke off as Clary reached up and kissed him.
    Her fingers went around his neck and his hands went to her back, pressing her against him. This time, when he parted his lips, her own followed.
    "Are you sure?" interrupted Jace.
    "No." she replied and continued to kiss him.
    Their kiss was long and lingering. Electricity seemed to flow through Jace's veins, making him pull her closer to him. His hand reached to cup her face, and they kept kissing for long moments, without a care, jus following their desires and feelings—and those were the happiest moments of his life.
    When they finally broke apart, Clary wasn't crying anymore, she was actually smiling.
    "That felt— " she started.
    "So natural, and so right." Jace finished for her. They both laughed and Clary hugged him, her cheek resting on his strong muscular chest.
    "You're right. I can't deny my feelings for you any longer. So I've decided, I'm not going to. Because this—no matter how ethically wrong—is right to me. To us; and this is what I want."
    Jace kissed her forehead. "This is what I want to."