AN: Okay, so this is the most….mature…story that I have ever written…I hope you like it! It's rated "M" just to be safe…and in case I add to it later..and for some language that I may use in the future…..
If anyone has any tips to make it better, I will gladly accept them, please. And please, do tell me if it's okay…please?
And the next chapters, with a promise from me, will be longer….a lot longer…:) This is just to give a start, okay? Cool…So, without further ado, here you are:
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"It's not a silly little moment, it's not the storm before the calm,
this is the deep and dying breath, this love that we've been working on.
Can't seem to hold you like I want to, so I can feel you in my arms,
how dare you say there's nothing to me, baby you're the only light I ever saw,
We're going down..."
Isabelle Lightwood covered her mouth as she backed him up into the wall, slowly, attempting to cover a trilling giggle from emerging from the depths of her chest and waking her parents on the way to her room. She moaned slightly into his mouth, hearing a soft, slow, hungry gasp emit from his deep voice, as he changed so that he was in charge, taking full control of the deep, heavy kiss. It weighed down on her, and she slowly wrapped one leg around his waist, toying with his silky hair and teasing his bottom lip between her teeth, taking back some control. He slid his hand tightly down her curves, feeling each dip and swell of the side of her body before slipping it coyly underneath her other leg, the one still loosely on the ground, and hiked it up so that she was wrapped completely around him, legs around his waist and arms around his neck. Her breathing hitched as he started to toy with the hem of her shirt, but she stopped him, not bothering with allowing the pleasure of the kiss to end by breaking it as she reached behind her to turn the doorknob. Drunk with enchantment, euphoria, and a healthy amount of booze, he backed them up, both keeping locked together in a tight, firm grasp, closer than possible and not about to let go, her shirt riding up, and his already off, somewhere in the house, somehow in the midst of the flurry, he backed the up until they collapsed onto the bed. He kissed her neck passionately, biting a piece softly before sucking gently, a trail all the way up her jaw and back down, trailing across her collarbone, discoloring the delicate, pale skin beautifully. All the while his hands roamed, under her shirt, across her flat stomach, around her curves, tracing every inch.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" bellowed the voice of her brother, and they jumped apart, lips red and pink and swollen up, her fixing her shirt as best as she could.
"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? Get your FILTHY hands OFF OF MY SISTER, and KEEP THEM OFF!" he screamed once more, rushing into the room, practically spitting in his haste.
He ripped the boy away from his little sister, grabbing the brunette by his shirt collar and punching him square in the jaw, tossing him against the wall of the cleanly room, into a bookshelf.
She screamed, shaking her head, yanking on her brother's arm, but he shook his head at her, walking over to the guy slumped in the corner, holding his head tightly.
Disgusted, he kicked the boy in the ribs, taking one last short, disappointed look at his sister, before storming out, not stopping, and slamming the front door.
She sat on the floor blankly, hearing his car door slam tightly as he ran off, away from his troubles. And the sound rang through the night like a bell tolling to sound the twilight's arrival.
Alec ended up at the door of Magnus's apartment, after hours of driving around, trying to remove the thoughts from his mind, trying to seethe the anger out.
So there he was, at 2:47 am, dripping with blood and mud, rain pouring around him, as if trying to bathe the grime from him, hesitantly pushing the call buzzer with the correct name below it.
After a moment, he heard a sleepy, irritated, but somehow still adorable voice come to.
"Who the hell decided that it was a good time to ring this Ungodly buzzer connected, coincidentally, to my house at this time?" he bitched, the emotions evident in his voice. Somehow, Alec, miraculously, smiled, chuckling slightly.
"Babe, just let me it." He said.
Magnus, with a slight sigh, hit the unlock button on his speaker, and the door opened with a clang. The younger Shadowhunter slowly scaled the stairs to the apartment of his boyfriend of a year and a half, up to the smiling, but sleepy, and still lightly annoyed face of Magnus.
As soon as Magnus saw his face, the Warlock's own softened considerably.
"What's going on, darling?" he asked, avoiding the word 'wrong' as if it were the plague.
"My impending doom." Alec replied grumpily, falling into the warm embrace.
Magnus chuckled slightly, waddling them into the high-rise calmly, with little trouble, bringing them into the living room, to the couch.
"Darling, I'll be right back." He said, popping to the kitchen as Alec made a soft protest.
Alec sighed as he lay back on the couch, breathing as deep as he could, now worn out, and, as opposed to still angry from the incident, merely tired out, worn, exhausted, and disappointment clouded over it all, forming a spread, thin mist over everything.
He stretched out comfortably on his couch, closing his eyes as he yawned.
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AN: I'm going to end this chapter here. Thanks for giving it a try!
I hope you like it….:)
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