More than friends
Clary and Alec are best friends and they arrange a movie night. They realize that they both want more than just friendship, but will they act on their desires? Clarec, M for smut later on (first smut I've written)
Clary slapped the arm of the boy sitting next to her playfully. "I can't believe you haven't seen all the Harry Potter movies!" The red haired girl all but shouted. "How are we even friends!" She wailed, "How did I not know this about you?"
Alec chuckled at Clary's disbelief and frustration. "I just never have, I meant to, I just didn't" He tried to explain.
"Well then," Clary began, "that's our movie list tonight" She was grinning as she ran to her room to collect the DVDs. Alec sighed, glanced at Clary as she turned a corner, then wondered into the kitchen to make popcorn. When he got back the movie was set up and ready to go, his friend was just waiting for his return. They sat down on the cushy white sofa, decorated with all sorts of drawings and doodles by Clary and her mother. Alec set down the popcorn bowl between them and Clary giddily pressed play.
The first movie was over and Alec had questions. "Why did Voldemort have to kill his parents? Couldn't he have put some sort of spell on them? Or does no such one exist?"
Clary answered very seriously – after all, Harry Potter was her childhood – "No he could have actually, it's called the Imperius Curse, but it's one of the 3 unforgivable curses. Along with Avada Kedavra – the killing curse – and Crucio – the torture curse."
"So what if it's illegal?" Alec challenged. "Voldemort still used Avada Kedavra"
"He can't keep up the spell forever though" Clary argued back. "Anyway, go cook the pizza, I'll set up Chamber of Secrets." Clary said, ending their discussion. Alec huffed out an annoyed sound but did as he were told. He's only seen the first movie Clary thought Just wait until he sees them all. Clary snorted to herself. The ending was destroying. Clary had snuggled back onto the couch – donned with a blanket this time – and ran her fingers over a Deathly Hallows sign that was drawn on the arm of the chair.
Alec was carrying two plates of peperoni and mushroom pizza into the room, but he paused in the doorway and looked at the sight before him. Clary was looking dreamily down at her hand, which with she was tracing a little symbol with on the sofa over and over again. He watched her for a few moments, a happy smile ghosting his lips, before he entered the room. This time Alec sat closer to his best friend. An urge to be nearer to her had arisen. They were not pressed against each other, however if one of them moved, they were very likely to brush each other with their arms or legs. Alec plopped Clary's plate onto her lap, but refused when she offered his some blanket. Damn Alec cursed himself silently, you should have said yes, it would've given you a reason to be closer to her. Even without that extra closeness, throughout the movie, Clary's and Alec's limbs brushed against each other, sending shots of electric through both of their bodies.
Chamber of Secrets was over and Alec had more questions. Clary knew that they were about to come flowing, so she hurriedly covered Alec's mouth with her hand to quiet him. "No questions" Clary declared, "I might accidently spoil it for you."
Alec's eyebrows scrunched together, which Clary thought looked extremely cute. No Clary, he's your best friend, nothing more. It's not like he'd want to be anything more anyway.
Alec pulled Clary's hand away from his mouth so he could speak. "Fine." He stated grumpily. "But this time I'm setting it up, you can go get dessert." Clary made a face at the blue eyed boy.
"Dessert really? I'm so full"
"It's Neapolitan ice cream, but if you don't want any, it's your loss" Alec replied offhandedly, knowing that it was Clary's favourite.
"Suddenly I'm not so full anymore" Clary said decidedly as she hurried into the kitchen. It was chocolate, strawberry and vanilla. How could she resist? They wouldn't eat a whole tub, but Alec was bound to eat a lot, so she emptied half the tub into a large bowl, grabbed two spoons, and made her way back to the living room. Alec was already sat on the sofa, a blanket folded over him. What Clary wasn't expecting was for Alec to grab her around the waist and pull her to him, hugging her to his side, then flipped half the blanket onto the girl. Alec had let his desire get to him, it wasn't a planned movement. More of an in-the-moment thing. Clary let out a squeak, but quickly settled into his embrace. One of his arms were wrapped around her back, hand placed on her ribs. He was slowly stoking her side with his thumb and Clary shivered at the touch.
"Do you require a spoon good sir?" Clary inquired teasingly, handing him a spoon.
"Why thank you my lady" He responded, in a posh accent, taking the spoon from her. Alec pressed play and they dug into the ice cream. They ate from their own spoons and also fed each other, quite often bursting into fits of laughter before Clary shushed them and turned their attention back to the film. About half an hour into the movie, Alec tried to feed Clary some of the strawberry ice cream, but she moved her head at the last second causing it to smear from the corner of her mouth to the centre of her cheek.
Without thinking, Alec ducked his head towards Clary's cheek and pressed a kiss where the ice cream stopped. He felt Clary freeze but he didn't even pause. He trailed kisses toward her mouth, licking up the ice cream as he went. He placed a firm kiss on the edge of her lips and licked away the last bit of ice cream, his tongue slightly parting her lips. He moved his mouth so it was a hair-width away from hers, and when he spoke, his lips brushed hers "Don't worry Clary, I got you" As Alec pulled away, a smirk cursed his lips. Clary let out a breath she didn't realise that she had been holding. He had made butterflies explode in her stomach. The arm that Alec had around her started to tickle her side gently, not enough to make her laugh, but enough to make her tingle. She tried to focus on the movie, but Alec was proving to be very distracting.
Oh, Alexander Lightwood, Clary sighed to herself How I wish we could be more than friends.