I'm bored, what can I say, and have long ago tested my hand at fanfic. it's fun, the characters are there for you its all your interperation...
It was hard to hear everything going on when all I could focus one was Jace. His beautiful golden hair was curling inhis face like it did sometimes. One arm was around Clary, and she was leaned into his chest gently. Why couldn't that have been me? I'd thirsted for Jace's touch longer then Clary had even known him. I'd been in love with him before she even knew the meaning of the word "Shadowhunter". At least she made him smile. he had such a gorgeous smile...
"Pining, Alec?" asked a voice on my ear. I jumped, shocked out of my reverie. Turning, I saw Magnus's smirking face, glitter piled on his eye lids.
"What makes you think that?" I replied defensivly, knowing immediatly my tone gave away exactly what I wanted to hide. I sighed, and Magnus's catline green eeys caught my own, "How long?"
"How long have I loved Jace? Always. When did it turn from brotherly love to romantic love? I don't know." So easy, it was, to confide in a stranger when I was supposed to be on business, on alert for anything odd. We were officially here because Magnus feared the werewolves and vampires fighting, but the reason we'd accepted to keep the peace was that the Enclave was honestly worried that the two Downworlders were on the brink of war.
My heart alwasy hurt though, business or not. Jace was my parabatai, my best friend and brother in every sense of the word. I saw him almost every moment of everyday, and wanted a good portion fo that time. It was good to let go, for a moment..
"Ah. it hurts, does it not? Loving one who will never love you back..." My defenses were up as I said, "I suppose."
"You suppose?" he laughed, "Relax, Alec, I won't tell anyone your secrets."
"We're in the middle of a party, Magnus." I retorted, stating the obvious.
He rolled his eyes, "But of course there is always the option of being AWAY from the rest of ther party-goers" he waggled his eyebrows and something inside of me fluttered. No male had ever flirted with me, especially not in such an upfront manner, like Magnus was doing.
"I'm on duty, remember? And for all you know, I'm here on other Shadownhunter business as well."
"Well, if I can count I see one, two, three, four other Shadownhunters here. If something truly happens, you can come out and help them, but in the meantime, we can talk...play around a bit." His eyebrow cocked in the same way Jace's did and I melted.
"Okay...just for a little bit."
Magnus grinned, happy that I gave in, and lead me through a short hallway into a room.
My cheeks burned like they were on fire, as though there was a match being held to my cheeks.
I sat down cautiosly on a love seat in the corner of his room, curling my feet up to my chest.
"Care to elaborate on Jace? I just don't see it."
"Beyond the fact that he's gorgeous?" I laughed, somewhat sardonically. "He's my parabatai, Magnus, my best friend, my brother, my everything, we are closer to each other then to anyone else."
"Closeness often seems to result in love, for whatever reason." he mused softly.
I nodded, wishing I was anywhere but here, but at the same time still beign oddly drawn to him.
He leaned into me a little and murmered, "How were you liking the party? Or were you to transfixed by Jace? I've gotta say, he's fairly handsome."
'Fairly'? I wanted to say- Jace was so much more then beautiful; because he was also attractive on the inside, if you could see past his hardness.
"It's...interesting. I haven't really been around this many Downworlders and not been on official business, but still having to pay attention to them."
"Do you ever enjoy yourself?" he impored, glittery eyes suddenly serious.
"What do you mean?"
"Your like a puppy, the way you speak of Jace."
My skin prickled, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up...just like a dog's.
Frick.
"I am not-"
He leaned over, lips pressing into mine with enough force to shut me up.
Wow. Never ever had I kissed anyone, much less a boy...it felt good. Different, new, yes, but good. His hand wound delicatly through my hair, and I shivered, pleasure pulsing through my body.
Somehow I found myself pretending he was Jace. Pretending his gelled black hair was Jace's golden locks.
I couldn't helped it-I ached for Jace like I'd never ached for anyone. His hands, pulling my face closer and closer, were Jace's hands..
A cold hand slipped under my shirt, just a bit, hooking under the waistband of my black jeans, and I yelped against his mouth, pulling away the slightest bit, being forced to remember, 'Magnus. Not Jace, Magnus.' For some reason, that made the butterflies slip around in my throat even more then before.
Magnus chuckled, the throaty sound near my ear. His breath was warm against my neck and I was suddenly freezing, aching to be closer to his warmth. I shifted in the chair, pushing myself closer to Magnus-
"Alec!" Isabelle's voices was breathy and worried-she worried about me too much, my beloved little sister, so accepting of me when I am, in fact, so ashamed of myself. I wrenched my mouth away from Magnus's, missing the contact but being terribly afraid of how Isabelle, or Jace, Clary, or Maryse would react to this scene splayed out in front of them.
"Oh...Um...I'm sorry guys...Alec, Mom wants to speak with you..." She scuffed her foot against the ground, biting her lip and bouncing in p[lace a little. It took a whole lot to make Isabelle uncomfortable but walking in on her brother with a male Downworlder? That would do the trick, apparently.