Story Notes

This begins immediately after The Course of True Love (And First Dates) from The Bane Chronicles. Its not necessary to have read it and Alec does have a brief flashback in Chapter 1 to get you caught up. I imagine it taking place somewhere between City of Bones and City of Ashes. Be aware there is a major SPOILER for City of Bones.
I always like to imagine what the dates between Magnus and Alec would have been like since Cassie offers little info in the canon. These are my stories from my crazy mind, characters are Cassandra Clares.
This is my first Malec fanfic so feel free to offer opinions or advice.

Enjoy!

Alec Lightwood's first date with Magnus Bane was now officially over. Even though he had just been so caught up in Magnus's eyes that he had backed out the door without realizing it, Alec was able to thank every Angel he had ever heard of that Magnus had closed the door before he had seen him falling down the stairs. So maybe his first date ever wasn't perfect, but it had ended on a totally hot and heavy high note. Alec still felt as if Magnus's magic was coursing through his veins as he dragged himself away from the loft. Considering the groans Alec had just elicited out of him it very possibly could be. It was Alec Lightwood, the least interesting of the Lightwood clan, who just had Magnus Bane, the internationally famous High Warlock of Brooklyn, breathless on the floor. Nothing in his life had ever brought him this kind of high. Before he rounded the corner, he glanced back up at the loft. The window lights were dim but he thought he caught just a glimpse of a shadow behind the curtain.

A half a block from Magnus's loft, Alec realized he was whistling and stopped. Shadowhunters were not whistlers! They were warriors and warriors to his knowledge never whistled, even if they did just make out with a super, sexy Warlock. As he walked, his thoughts centered around Magnus, his lips meeting his, the feeling of Magnus's body against him, before he knew it he had started whistling again. Alec didn't care when it started sprinkling on the way to the train, not even bothering with a drying rune. He was so deep in happy thoughts getting off the train, he didn't even notice the skies had opened and were pouring down on him. He just strolled, unconsciously stomping in puddles, like a kid. If Alec knew the film Singing in the Rain, he might have started swinging around lamp poles.

Still whistling he took the Institute's steps two at a time and burst through the doors so hard they flung back and hit the wall. He heard a loud gasp and stopped in his tracks. Clary was sitting on one of the benches with her sketch book in her lap. Her eyes grew wide at his wild entrance.

"Oh, hello," Alec said embarrassed. "Sorry if I startled you".

"That's ok," Clary caught her breath, still looking a bit flustered, as she picked up the pencil she had dropped. "I just came down here looking for somewhere quiet. I was sketching the Angel statue."

Alec didn't know what to say. He figured "alone" meant away from Jace and their many issues. He knew he should probably care more about their "sibling" drama but at this moment Jace was the last thing on his mind.

"It's really beautiful," Clary said as she looked up at it.

Alec had honestly never noticed the statue that he walked past every day for years. "Yea it is." Tonight everything was beautiful. It was if he been looking at life through a grey film and suddenly the world was slowly becoming full of color.

"Well uh...I'll just let you finish," Alec said as he quickly headed to the elevator.

"I'm done. Hold on, I'll go up with you." Clary closed her sketch book but not before Alec noticed her "Angel" drawing looked an awful lot like Jace with wings. He rolled his eyes as he pressed the button.

They stood there waiting and Alec started humming quietly to himself.

"You're in a good mood tonight," Clary said. Alec was surprised it was that obvious.

"Well it's a great night... A great night for a walk... The city is great at night... You know... New York is always great. ...A city great to walk in ...especially on a great night like this... So just great I guess... A great night... For a walk...Great..." Alec stammered and knew he sounded ridiculous but the word "great" just seemed to describe everything he felt at the moment. He finally managed to shut himself up before he said it again.

Clary glanced out the window, then at Alec, then at the window, then back at Alec. It was practically a monsoon outside and currently he resembled a drowned rat. His clothes were completely soaked and he seemed unaware his black hair was dripping on the floor. Despite all of that, his eyes were shining and had a huge grin on his face.

"Yes," Clary said, trying hard to hide her amusement. The bell rang and they got on and Alec closed the metal gate. "It's a great night. ..really great...totally..um...great."

Alec looked at the floor and blushed. Alec was still unsure how to deal with Clary. He had apologized but still felt bad at the way he had treated her in the past. At the time he was so jealous he almost hated her. He had been carrying hope that one day Jace might look at him the way he looked at her. Alec had to admit he still felt something when he looked at Jace but since the night Magnus winked at him at that party, those feelings seemed to be fading.

They were silent as they rode up but Alec knew she kept glancing curiously at him. He had never spent much time alone with Clary but he knew she was incredibly perceptive. She guessed he was gay and figured out his feelings for Jace soon after they met. As far as he knew she had never told anyone, not even her Mundane best friend. She never even mentioned it to Alec again or had made him feel weird about it, even if he did shove her into a wall the night she asked him. He had to be grateful to her for her silence about that to Jace. He wondered what she thought of big, bully Alec's behavior tonight. He shook his head unaware he was splashing her like a wet dog.

At the top he opened the gate for her. They both got out and stood there looking at each other waiting for the other to speak first. "Well..." they both said at once and Clary laughed.

"Um...well...ah...good night Clary." He turned and ran down the hall towards his room.

"You too Alec," Clary called after him, still taken aback by his beautiful, rare smile.

Dashing into his room, he leaned against the closed door. "Clary must think I'm freaking nuts," he sighed. "Maybe I am." He licked his lips. They were a little sore and it made him think maybe kissing Magnus might be worth going insane.

He went to the bathroom and peeled off his clothes noticing for the first time he was soaked. He looked out the window. "By the Angel, Clary must really think I'm crazy. Yea a "great" night for a walk. More like a great night to drown," he murmured.

Alec studied himself in the mirror. He finally had his first real date that concluded with his first make-out session. Did he look any different? Much to his chagrin, Izzy was always talking to him about her dates and bases. Did he get to one? First maybe? Second? Did men even have bases? The mundane game bored him and he never understood what it had to do with dating. He suddenly realized he was freezing and jumped in the shower. The hot water felt so good and he wondered when did it get cold? Was it cold all night? He rubbed his lips again. Defiantly not cold in Magnus's loft. He got out and dried off starting to whistle again. He picked up his clothes and threw them over the shower bar to dry when he remembered he had been wearing the shirt Magnus had loaned him and oddly it was dry. Did Magnus magic his clothes to stay dry in the rain? He draped it over his desk chair, pulled on some sweats and threw himself onto the bed.

Alec knew he seriously needed to sleep. He had a major training session in the morning and patrols tomorrow night. He closed his eyes but all he could see was images from his date with Magnus. Magnus looking amused when Alec showed up late all flustered. Magnus not laughing when the agile Shadowhunter clumsily spilled a drink all over himself five minutes after entering the apartment. Magnus on the subway watching the street musicians and their silly song. Magnus gazing across the table at him as Alec had tried to make some semblance of interesting dinner conversation and failed miserably. Magnus on the phone with Caterina discussing an "emergency" that Alec assumed was a "save me from this bad date" call. Magnus weaving his magic around Alec as they tried to help the werewolf girl. The look in Magnus's eyes when Alec comforted her for not being able to help what she was. The surprised look on Magnus's face when Alec had told him he thought he was glamorous. Magnus's laugh as they walked back to his loft. And finally Magnus on the stairs, Alec's hand tentatively placed on his elbow. Magnus turning to look at him, his breath catching as Alec took the plunge and kissed him. Magnus kissing him back with parted lips letting Alec enjoy the sweetness of Magnus's tongue. Magnus tasting him in return. Falling in the door, barely making the couch. Magnus's hands on his back. Unbuttoning Magnus's vest with shaking fingers. Magnus gasping as he pushed Alec away. Getting upset thinking he had done something wrong. Realizing Magnus was just keeping him from doing something soon he might regret. By the Angel, he did not want to leave. Rolling around with Magnus on the floor trying to get the willpower to pull away to the door. Magnus's lightly biting Alec's neck. Magnus on the floor, breathing hard, gazing up at him, his pupils so dilated his eyes seemed black. His smiled as he agreed to see Alec again.

Now Alec gets it. Now he finally understands just what the fuss is about kissing. Angel, if kissing Magnus was this amazing what would something more feel like. Something more...something...more skin...more...

Alec jolted up. Sleep was defiantly not a possibility now that he could almost feel Magnus pressed against him. He realized he could almost smell the mix of sandalwood, burnt sugar and something exotic, something uniquely Magnus. He picked up the shirt, laid it over his pillow, and rolled over breathing it in. Then, realizing he was acting like a love struck schoolgirl, he draped it back over the chair. But, like magic, his pillow now smelled of Magnus. Alec sighed as he picked up his phone.

They had made a date for next Friday which was a week away. A lot can happen in a week, especially since Clary came into their lives. It was a long time but Magnus had kinda insinuated they would talk beforehand. Didn't he? Alec scrolled through his contacts stopping at Magnus Bane. It was late but he should he text him to let him know he got home alright? Is that the polite thing to do after a date? He had seen Izzy do it but she was a girl. A girl who could kick most mundane, demon and downworlder's ass but she was still technically a girl. Alec put the phone down and rolled over. No. No texts tonight. It would make him look desperate. He groaned as he thought about Friday a whole week away. He touched his lips remembering Magnus's small gasps when they kissed. Alec rolled back over and grabbed the phone again, looked at it and put it back down.

Alec rolled over a lot that night. He kept telling himself he was being ridiculous. It was just one date. Magnus might not even really want a second date and cancel on him. Maybe he was just being sympathetic or might finally realize Alec was a boring, closeted, virgin Shadowhunter that most people barely noticed next to Goddess Izzy and God Jace. Alec groaned and buried his head under his pillow. With Magnus's scent surrounding him, phone cradled on his chest, he let his imagination run wild as he slipped his hand into his sweats.

It wasn't the first time he had done this while thinking about Magnus but tonight was different. He could actually remember the heat of his body pressed against him. He now knew the feeling of Magnus's lips, tongue and hands brushing his skin. He could replay the night and then imagine what would have happened if he hadn't left when he did. Magnus finally taking him,...taking him...taking him...hmmmm.

After he was breathless and satiated, he finally drifted off to sleep. After he was breathless and satiated, he finally drifted off to sleep.