Authors Note- This is my first fanfiction, so please help me out. If you notice spelling errors or anything of the sort, please feel free to let me know. I do not own Magnus, but I do own Riazelle. The story is set before The Infernal Devices.
He started out gentle, his fingertips skimming over my collarbone, and then coming back up to trace my lips lazily. I sighed, displeased at the turnout of the Council meeting.
"Riazelle, do not stress over it. I will stay as long as you need me. You just have to say." Magnus's voice was low, and deep, his words easing my distressed state. I kissed his fingertips gently, and then pulled out of his grasp, turning to lie on my side, facing away from him.
"Magnus…. I can't ask you to stay… What about all the people who need help from a warlock like you?" I asked, hoping he would stay anyways.
"What about them? There are other warlocks out there, love." I sighed, feeling his arms slide around me. Soon his lips were on my bare shoulder, and not long after that, he turned me to face him, his beautifully expressive, cat-like eyes meeting my stormy grey ones.
"Magnus…." He shushed me, placing a finger over my lips.
"Riazelle, these bodies were made for things beyond your ladylike education." I growled softly, making him chuckle. "I suppose it would be very ungentlemanly to teach you of such thing, but it could be arranged." I smirked, the feeling of his skin locked in my head. I nibbled gently on his finger smirking lightly, my answer to the unspoken question being yes. He dropped his hand to my corset, a blue spark of magic making the damned garment disappear. I giggled at my lover's display of dramatics.
Magnus winked and lowered his lips to my bared shoulder yet again, whispering against my pale, scarred skin. I squirmed and he nipped my shoulder, startling me into stillness. His lips returned to his advances, igniting a wildfire within me that lasted us several hours.
I awoke the next morning in the warm clutches of my warlock lover, Magnus. I shifted in his arms, recalling our first evening.
It was a cool evening and I was attending a party thrown by none other then Magnus himself. It was a celebration of life and immortality he had told me, after shooing away the endless people awed by his glitzy, flamboyant appearance. He had approached me and informed me that he was to dance with me, right away. We danced a pavano, a grand dance meant to show off with one's partner. As Magnus awoke, I was brought back to the early days of our long-term relationship. I shuddered as a finger traced the dapples of early morning light on my pale back.
"Morning Riri. Did you know that we were engaged for almost four hours before we drifted off?" I blushed madly, sliding out from under the silken sheets, the fabric rolling off my naked body like liquid. I stretched, mewling, then turned to face my chartreuse eyed lover, my eyes following the tanned line of his legs to the curve of his waist, and up his chest to his messy black hair and those lips, goodness me, curved into a lazy smile. I brushed my chocolate colored curls out of my eyes and bent down; retrieving the shift I wore under my dress. Upon slipping into it, I found Magnus watching me devilishly.
"Magnus… I wish I could stay with you… but the Law…" My speech was met with a grimace as he rose, coming to kneel in front of me, the white sheet wrapped around his naked body.
"My love… I will be whatever you wish me to be, immoral or otherwise." His hands rose to my waist, and he stood. I leaned up and met his lips, drawing him close. I lifted my hands to his neck, running one through his silky hair. I suddenly pulled back slightly, my words nearly lost in his lips.
"Magnus…" He shook his head, indicating that I should be silent yet again. "No really, Magnus, I have a meeting." I broke off my sentence, his lips capturing mine as his strong arms wrapped around my waist and he picked me up, carrying me to the bed. I sighed and he paused.
"Riri, do you really have to be present at this meeting?" I contemplated staying while his fingers crept under the hem of my shift. I giggled and squirmed away from his fingers, nodding.
"Yes, I do have to be at the meeting, however I have a few hours between the meeting and the ascension of George's fiancé so…."He growled and kissed me again.
"It is agreed then. We shall continue these endeavors afterwards, shan't we?" I smiled, leaning up to kiss him gently.
We soon parted and somehow, magically perhaps, my focus was kept on the Institute's finances. After dealing with a few stragglers whom wished to find explanation or to seek grievances, I began the return voyage to my chambers.