Author's Nonsense : Hi there!
I think I'm a bit strange, but I really like this couple. In fact, I love Camille. And I wanted to write about Camille and Magnus' relationship since forever. Don't get me wrong...
I love Malec, and I don't want Magnus to end up with Camille. But I think they have a subtil relationship that should be developped. So here we are!
I didn't know in which language write it, but it eventually came out in English, so there for you English speakers!
I'm not used to to write in English, so, if you see any mistakes, don't hesite to tell it by comments. Yeah, I looove comments!
Anyway, enjoy!

Update (03/21/2014) : I corrected a few mistakes, and some sentences which didn't mean much.

Pairing : Camille/Magnus
Rated : M
Disclaimer : Magnus and Camille belong to Cassie Clare.

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Magnus traced the curves of Camille's lips with his index. They were soft and red, the bottom lip slightly fuller than the other. He followed the lines of her perfect face, lightly going on her pale neck...

She was beautiful.

There was no other way to describe her. Beautifully perfect. The warlock had always loved pretty things. And Camille was the master piece of his collection. But as he was letting his fingers traveled wherever they wanted, he couldn't help but think that her beauty held a sense of past. As if she was from another time, another century.

He brushed his lips with hers, earning a tiny sight from his lover.
Sometimes, he would think about their relationship, and how he felt about it. And these times, he always drew the same conclusion : there was something they couldn't define. There wasn't any term to describe them.

What was she, then, to him ?

Their mouths molded against each other, their breathes mixing until they couldn't tell which one was whose anymore. Their lips parted, and their tongues met, before dancing and playing with each other. The kiss was rather sweet, but everytime they kissed, Magnus always felt the slighty bitter taste of metal. As if it was there to warn him.
Warn him of what ?

He traveled on her soft skin, kissing her collarbone, biting gently on her neck. The soft sounds she made was music to his ears. His hands reached on her back to open her red dress. Crimson...

Like blood.

It fell from her shoulders, and reached the floor with a rustle. For a split second he regretted undressing her. The dress suited her so well.
She was now standing up before him in nothing more than a corset and a pair of lacy white panties.

His experienced hands came to open the corset. Camille kissed his jaw and started opening his shirt with impatience. The corset fell to the floor, leaving her almost naked. Her breasts were round and pale. Her chest had a taunting shape, and her nipples were a pink shade.
He kissed the top of her breasts, feeling the soft skin against his lips. Her hands came automatically in his hair and she moaned under him.

God, how he loved the sounds he could draw from her when torturing her sensitive nipples. She was a drug to him. He knew it. From the beginning he knew that their relationship wouldn't go anywhere, but he couldnt help himself. He wanted her. He needed her.

He looked at her with eyes clouded by lust. She wasn't in a better state than him, and in no time, they were both totally naked, flushed against each other, kissing every inch of skin they could reach, biting, caressing, licking. Moans, sights and pantings filled the room.

He let himself fall in the bed, the cool sheets against his back barely doing anything for his heated body. Camille crawled to him on the bed, with a predatory smile, that was accentuated by her sharp canines. Magnus felt a shiver of excitation and anticipation run down his spine.

She sat on his belly and he put his hands on her hips while she bent down to kiss him. The kiss was passionate and lustfull, but to Magnus, it lacked something. He couldn't quite defined what, but the lack was there. The vampire broke the kiss, and soon the warlock found himself inside of her.

It was incredible. Sex with Camille was incredible. It always had been, and every time it was like he rediscovered her body, even tough he knew it by heart. Every delicate courbe, every sharp angle was new and at the same time incredibly familiar. He loved when she was taking control. It suited her so much. Camille was a like a wild cat. Independent, proud, and manipulative. However, cats couldn't be trusted.

He was deep inside her. Deep and hot. Vampire were mostly cold. Why was she so hot then ? Pleasure came rushing in him by waves, and he jerked his hips to meet up with hers. He wanted to bury himself inside of her, to stay there forever.

He looked at her face. And just the sight of her with messy blond hair falling around her head and on her shoulders, her red lips parted, moans coming out of them, sometimes screams, and other times his murmured name, her eyes closed by the amount of pleasure, sweat making her delicious skin shine under the moonlight, all of these was enough to send him over the edge.

He let her roll beside him on the bed. He gazed at her body, enveloping it with his eyes. His heart sunk in his chest. She would leave him. He knew it, and yet every time, he could never resist her. She would be the death of him.

Because she was poison.

As he drifted to sleep, he swore to himself the next time she disappeared, he wouldn't allow himself to fall for her once again.

He didn't know this moment would come earlier than what he thought. And if someone had said him he would kiss a shadowhunter to separate himself definitively from Camille, he would have laughed in their face...