i heard that you liked bad girls.

Jonathan stepped out of the manor onto the front porch, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it up a second later. He leaned against the railing, watching as the sun lit up the sky with the first traces of morning light. It was peaceful outside of Alicante, and he enjoyed being away from the city and surrounded by Idris. He had left Morgan in bed to enjoy his cigarette in the cool morning air, dressed in low hung sweatpants and nothing else. His body was littered with marks and gnarled scars, especially where Jace had pierced him through his back with the dagger. It had healed horribly, the skin overlapping over another from where Jonathan had pulled it from his back sloppily. Anger flared up inside him like heat when he thought about Jace, and he flicked some of the ashes from the end of the cigarette and ran a hand through his hair, trying to make the anger leave. He would get his revenge soon enough. He was biding his time and formulating a plan, and during that time he unwillingly got attached to Morgan more than he expected. He didn't love her at all, but then again, he hadn't ever of loved anything. Jonathan appreciated her and her company, and he'd leave it at that.

Clary had risen from bed awhile ago, tip-toeing down the stairs in order to make breakfast for her and Jace. She quite liked the little house that they were staying in, as the sun shone in through all of the little windows. It was quite quaint, and warm, and she loved it. Clary got to work on making blueberry pancakes, because all of the fruit she had gotten from the market the day previous was fresh and ripe. As she cooked, she thought of how content she was with Jace, and how even though she missed her Mom and Luke and Simon, she was really happy to be in Alicante with Jace. When she re-entered, this time being allowed in, she was able to appreciate the beauty and recognize the pull that everyone had always described about it, how they all always wanted to come back. There was nothing like it, with all of the houses all colorful and lined up, the demon towers glimmering in the background. It was cool in the kitchen, and she rubbed her hands up and down her arms as she waited to flip the pancakes. She was only in a tshirt of Jace's that still smelled like him, and she wished she had put some leggings on before she came downstairs.

Morgan hadn't noticed when Jonathan woke up. She hadn't felt when he had gotten out of bed or heard him put something on the wear. She hadn't heard the front door open or close. When she woke to find herself only in the bed, she was worried. Today was the day, she had thought. Today was the day he would disappear. She had been bracing herself for this day for a while now, she had to. Had to think that every day he was going to leave and figure out what she was going to do next. She thought about travelling. It had always seemed like a nice idea. Morgan pulled herself out of bed and grabbed a shirt up off the floor, before heading downstairs to make tea. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw him out one of the windows, smoking a cigarette. Bad habit. Not that she could say much on bad habits; she had plenty herself. Pouring two cups of Earl Grey, no sugar, no milk because it needed nothing else, she headed outside. They always amazed her, and a terrified her a little bit - the scars on his back. She didn't know what happened to cause them, she never asked - figured he wouldn't answer her. That was their relationship: they didn't ask about what happened before, or what would be their future. It was always just then and now. "Sleep okay?"

Jace tried his hardest to stay in the bed as long as possible. But Clary had left what felt like ages ago and laying in bed by himself wasn't as fun as it would be laying with her. Eventually, he forced himself out, throwing on a pair of old joggers and a t-shirt before heading downstairs. He could smell breakfast from the top of the stairs and gods, did it smell delicious. "Breakfast? For me?" he asked coyly, arms slipping around Clary's waist and head dipping down to press a kiss at her neck. "And they're blueberry pancakes, my favourite," he hummed, thumbs rubbing circles at her hips. She was in one of his shirts and there couldn't have been a better sight than that. Their life here was nice. He had managed to talk everyone into giving Clary and him a little time to themselves, a vacation of some sort. God knows they needed it from all the stress. Still, this vacation did little to help him unwind. He was always on edge, ready to bolt into action if something were to happen; if Jonathan managed to happen.

He heard Morgan coming before she spoke, and he kept his eyes trained on the scenes before him. "Alright, how were you, darlin'?" He murmured, finishing off his cigarette as he noticed she was holding two cups of tea. Jonathan took one from her, cupping his hands around it and placing it against the railing. "Thank you," Jonathan mumbles, before taking a sip. He looked over to her, leaving his cup resting on the railing as he snaked a hand around her waist and pulled her closer. He nudged his nose against the top of her head, his hand dipping low to trace her hips before dropping to her bum. Jonathan squeezed lightly, a grin on his lips. "S'a bit cold in here if you'd like to go back inside. I could light a fire," Jonathan suggested, dragging his lips down from the top of her head to her forehead, and then her cheek.

Clary still felt a shiver run down her spine at the sound of Jace's voice, at the feeling of him pressed behind her. She had thought that the sparks might become familiar after while and the feeling might fade, but it still hadn't. She laughed at his statement, humming a little as she flipped a few more and placed them on a plate next to the stove. "I like them as well," Clary pointed out, before shutting off the burner when they were all done. She turned around in his arms, even though she enjoyed the way he was rubbing circles into her hips, and wrapped her arms around his neck. She tilted her head up, asking for a kiss. "I require payment for breakfast," Clary stated, grinning a little.