Title: That's not what this is about…
Author: Jezebel Jai-Braxlin
Summary: What would have happened if Magnus wanted revenge for the pain Alec inflicted? What would have happened if the scene where Magnus waits outside the bathroom at Luke's for his chance to shower had gone a little differently? What if Clary wanted revenge too? Read to find out. Unemotional Magnus x Clary. Lemon Alert.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Mortal Instruments or any of its characters. I only own the plot of my story.
Chapter 1: That's Not What This Is About…
Magnus tapped his foot impatiently as he stared at the door in mild annoyance. He sighed impatiently. Finally, the shower turned off. He sighed again. He needed the warm water to clear his head. His thoughts swarmed around Alec. And Jace. The only two people missing from the house. Gone. All Night. Together. Was he not good enough? He placed a hand on his dented spikes, clenching his other fist around his borrowed towel. The door squeaked open. His eyes narrowed, but his clenched hand relaxed. Clary froze, looking at his feet, her eyes slowly traveled up to his face, and then his hair, still clasped in his hand. He appraised her appearance as well. She donned a medium blue, slightly worn bathrobe, tied tightly around her small body. A crisp white towel wrapped around her red locks. Small ringlets sprung loose in various places. Didn't this girl know how to control her hair? He rubbed his own crumpled spikes. Speaking of which…
"Why does it take girls so long to shower? Mortal Girls, Shadowhunters, female Warlocks, you're all the same!"
She paused in shock; her jaw slacked, leaving her mouth in a perfect O. He waited for her to speak. He examined her eyes, the shape of her face, and the arch of her brow. She was pretty, for a girl. Alec hadn't done her justice in his angsty rants pertaining to Jace. He felt glad that Jace had seen that beauty in her, though equally glad that Alec had not. The unneeded competition would do nothing for his complexion. He traced the rest of her body with his eyes. She was small, in all meanings of the word. Though, it had a balance. Her wide, feminine eyes made up for any other imperfection. Not to be mistaken for a male.
"I'm not getting any younger waiting out here," He said.
She stepped aside quickly. The move was oddly graceful. He wondered if she noticed. Or better yet, why wasn't Jace here noticing, instead of…. He grimaced.
"How old are you anyway?" She'd asked, completely oblivious to his mood. Just as Alec was oblivious to the pain he caused. And Jace, allowing everything to happen. They deserved punishment. He marveled at the fact that Clary was hurting too. He never thought he'd be in the same situation as a Shadowhunter. He smirked. It was time for them to get revenge.
He winked at her.
"I was alive when the Dead Sea was just a lake that was feeling a little poorly."
Clary rolled her eyes. A small smile graced her lips. Time to move in. He took a step forward. Her voice shook as she stared up at him. She was so short. As she stared up into his eyes, her smile slowly faded. She stepped back, meeting the wall.
"The bathroom, right. J-just…"
He stepped forward again. The worst she could do was turn him down. He felt a slight tremor in his hand. He'd never pursued a female before. And he was guessing from the wide-eyed stare he was getting, that she hadn't pursued anyone. This was new for both of them. He was right in front of her now. She stared straight up, hands sliding up the wall.
"Just don't use up all my body wash, it's expensive."
She swallowed heavily. He copied as silently as he could. He placed his hands on either side of her head and leaned his head next to hers.
"Why don't you show me how much is acceptable?"
Clary swallowed again as she shook. He would be shaking too if he wasn't bracing the wall so hard. She tilted her head and kissed his cheek, then turned her face into the crook of his neck, as if embarrassed. Her breath came in tiny bursts on his neck and he tilted his head and kissed her cheek in return. Even through the thick cluster of freckles, he could see the blush rush to that spot. It was interesting to see how the virgin shadowhunter would react next. He moved one shaky hand to her chin and tilted her face towards his, kissing her delicately on the lips, and was moderately surprised when she returned the action. He nibbled her bottom lip, then ran his tongue over it. She didn't get the hint. He felt a brief moment of annoyance at the virgin. He felt her hands twist into his jet-black hair and the annoyance disappeared entirely. He slid has hands from the wall to her hips, gripping tightly. She gasped, and he slid his tongue in to play with hers. Sideling them to the doorway and pulled them through, he pulled the towel from her head. Her scarlet curls bounced, damp and shining, as she stumbled backward through the door. In that moment, he could say she was truly beautiful. He pulled her down with him on the floor mat next to the tub. Lowered his face to hers, he lightly brushed her lips with his. His hands lowered to her robe belt, pulling slightly. She stiffened and grasped his hands.
"Wait, wait!"
She braced herself on her elbows, forcing Magnus back.
"Why are we…? Aren't you…? What's happening?"
He couldn't help but grin at her though his own nerves were going haywire.
"We're doing this, because ours have hurt us enough. We're doing this for revenge. Yes, I don't actually swing for your gender, but there's a first time for everything. As for what's happening? Tell me you want to stop."
She stared up at him.
"For revenge?"
He nodded. She leaned forward and kissed him, her fingers tugging lightly on his shirt. He swooped it over his head. He was as thin as he'd appeared. Her hands went to his belt just as his went to hers. She froze again. He chuckled to cover a gulp.
"Ladies first…"
She slowly tugged his belt out of the first loop, pulling out the metal piece while he rubbed from her knees to her thighs. She shuddered. She had her eyes closed. Her hands stumbled over his belt, unable to properly remove the piece. He did it for her, before moving his hands to her robe belt. Her whole body stiffened.
He froze.
She nodded.
He eased the knot apart, and slowly pulled the robe open. Her milky skin, almost glowing in the fluorescent lights, was simply beautiful. His eyes raked up her form until they met hers. They were closed. She was shaking.
"Clary? Hun, what's wrong?"
She said nothing. Instead she unzipped his pants, and slid them down just far enough. Trying not to stair too far south, she trailed her arms up his stomach, to his shoulders, pulling him back down on top of her. He kissed her deeply as her arms wrapped slowly around his neck. He was half-tempted for foreplay. But that's not what this is about… He reached down and pulled her leg over his hip. She wrapped the other one, and he ran his hand up her arched thigh. She pushed herself against him urgently. He reached down in-between them. She gasped and he smirked again. Not this time. He aligned himself with her opening, patting her leg. She gasped at the cool touch of his metal-laden fingers and nodded. He slowly slid in. Her tiny gasp was barely audible, but he heard it. She was a trooper. He waited for her to recover, before sliding in a bit more. Once he was finally in, he sat as still as possible while she cringed and adjusted. When she started panting, he began thrusting, slowly at first, but he picked up the pace as she began meeting his thrusts. He marveled over the different feeling. This is definitely different from the "male sex" he was used to. Not quite as pleasing, but it was something. She moaned softly into the kisses. Her breath hitched, and her muscles tensed. Magnus felt the familiar tightening in his stomach. Clary's back arched, and they were both lost in ecstasy. Alec…. He thought. He slumped down on top of her, both panting heavily. He rolled over and stared at the ceiling. What have I done? All means of anger had faded with the release. One look at Clary told him she was feeling the same way. Regret framed both faces.
"Clary… I…."
"Magnus, I know."
"I'm sorry…"
She rolled to face him, wincing at the bruised muscles she didn't even know existed twinged at her movement.
"Don't be… I didn't say no."
"But I started it. And I took something from you in anger."
"No, I gave it to you in my own."
He raised his eyebrow.
"Well…. What do we do now?" He sighed.
"Shit!" Clary exclaimed, sitting up.
"What," Magnus proclaimed, startled.
"We didn't use protection! I might be…."
Magnus stared at her. He started to laugh, placing his arms behind his head. She stared down at him.
"Clary, Warlocks are sterile…."
Her mouth formed an O shape, and she lay back down. "I knew that.."
"So…what do we do?"
Magnus sighed.
"I guess we just let it go? Tell no one; don't talk about it, that kind of thing?"
"Sounds good."
They smiled at each other. Clary's eyes softened.
"Hey, Magnus?"
"Yeah…"
"Could we…kiss? One last time? To close it, I mean."
Magnus deliberated. He smiled at her again.
"Sure. It wouldn't be the worst thing we've done."
They leaned in. They shared a sweet, innocent kiss.
The door burst open.
"What the hell!"
They jumped apart.
"What is it, Jace?"
Alec ran into view just behind Jace, freezing at what he saw. Jace stared in confusion and anger from the doorway. Clary closed her robe quickly. Magnus zipped his pants. Everyone stared at everyone else.
A/N: I hope you guys like it! I know it's a stretch, but hey, I had to get it out there. I think this is the first Magnus x Clary! Let me know what you think. Either way, I'm debating continuing this, but not for a while because I'm writing a requested story for someone right now! Thanks ~Jezebel
