Authors Note: Sorry for the wait, I love your reviews!
WARNINGS: This is rated M for a reason. ;)
Note: This isn't canon to the story that much, I'm taking certain parts out. Like that Magnus was ever with Camille. Also the only thing that will be canon with the books is that the war, that will happen though in later chapters. Sooo book's 1-3. :)
The song is Juke Joint Jezebel by KMFDM. The Genie in a Bottle cover mentioned is by a shock rocker, Dr. Melanchia, often thought it was done by Marilyn Manson.
I own nothing besides my imagination!
Let's get our party on shall we?
Clary and Magnus arrived at his big loft of a home, that in the light, like it was now looked much like a warehouse. All hard black and concrete. Except for the glitter. Clary was smiling as she looked at the black paint seemingly glitter drenched. The flour even had the same look, although it was glossy but some how not slippery. No guests had arrived yet, but the part had just now began. It was 9'oclock. She wondered for a moment if she should have let Luke know where she had went, but then thought against it.
Having a Luke rushing into the party wouldn't be good. Besides, he would be at her mother's side, like he has been since she was found. "Have any requests for music my dear? I can add some to the playlist." He was over in the DJ area the operated on its own.
"Hmm.. I suppose you wouldn't have any Marilyn Manson or KMFDM would you?" She grinned a little to wickedly at Magnus, and for a moment, in that light, he could see the likeness. The strong cheekbones, and sharp features that came from Valentine, who he had only seen once. That didn't matter though, his picture was known to downworlders to look out for. She held he same air of confidence, and authority as he did as well. A natural-born leader.
"Of course I would. What can of respectable techno/goth warlock would I be if I didn't?" With a few taps of his black nail-polished fingers Magnus had no doubt added some more songs to the list.
"When will they arrive?" Clary asked, but only managed to see his grin before people started to file in.
Fairfolk, vampires, and a few friendlier demons were dancing rhythmically nearly instantly, and Clary felt a little lost. She was by the bar, leaning against it like she had a purpose. Knowing she really didn't. She was falling in love with the music Magnus had on though. It was an odd mix of surely faerie songs, since they really weren't speaking a language she knew, electronica, and the best gothic artists she knew.
She wanted to dance, but she felt awkward. She wasn't with anyone, and Magnus was fluttering about somewhere. The colorful lights danced around the room, and bounced off the glitter streaked walls, and she couldn't help but think of how beautiful it was. This was like pandemonium, but better. She had always wanted to be in one of these places, loosing herself to the music, and what was she doing? Standing against the bar, without even a drink in her hand.
Clary, in a moment of courage whirled. "Can I get a shot of something for a human please?"
The bartender chuckled and pushed over a lime green jello shot. "There you go sweet heart, tell me if you want another." The fae winked at her, long pale-blonde hair with pitch black eyes and clothing made of deep green leaves. She took it like she saw girls do in movies, and was pleasantly surprised with the yummy-ness of them. And after having two more Clary found herself dancing with a rather good-looking fae.
The song playing was a cover of Genie in a Bottle that she never heard before, and found that she had a new loving for the song. It was sexy, and full of shock rock. She giggled and through her hair back, arms in the air. She felt bodies around her, knocking into her in a pleasant way, and the hands of the fairy she didn't know the name of. He was sexy, and midnight haired, that was all that mattered to Clary at the moment.
Magnus, after socializing with the other warlocks that had come, finally managed to enjoy his party. His eyes darted around the room, straining to find the fire haired girl. He huffed unhappily, walking through the people, who instantly made room for him. When one didn't. It was the girl he was looking for, her eyes gleaming brightly as she wiggled her hips in the arms of a fair-skinned, long-haired man.
Magnus's eyes gleamed a little to brightly as he bared his teeth just slightly, enough for the him to move aware. She opened her eyes and looked straight forward. She shot forward, grabbing his hands. "Dance with me Maggy."
"My name is Magnus." He whispered into her ear as she held him close, bodies moving to the music that had changed to something with a darker beat.
"Hmm.. But I like Maggy." She whispered back. Her arms were around his neck, and his around her hips. A leg between hers they danced. She was sweaty, tipsy, and Magnus couldn't get how good she smelt out of his thoughts. His nose inhaled, gliding along the line of her neck. She shivered and he smiled.
"Then you can call me Maggy." He pressed a kiss onto her shoulder. She paused her dancing but the then carried on, her body closer to his than before. He kissed her again, closer to her neck, then again over her pulse point in her throat. She swallowed, another shiver ran through her. Good. He wasn't the only one being driven insane by lust like Magnus was.
Clary moved her head so she looked up into his cat-like eyes. He was looking down at her in way she had only seen once before, but never in these particular eyes. Wait, no she did. Her memory flashed to the night he saw her leave the bathroom in her towel. But that couldn't be right, Clary thought. Wasn't Magnus gay? She knew her feelings where inappropriate towards him, and he flirted, but she never thought that he could truly be attracted to her.
Before she could think on the matter much longer, his lips pressed into hers. Magnus knew very much of what he was doing, and he didn't care what would happen. He just wanted this to happen tonight. Right now, to forget everything, and to forget with Clary. So his lips crashed into hers, and his hands gripped her hips, pressing her closer to his. She responded instantly, her hands tangling in his hair.
They broke apart, breathing heavy and in unison. "Would you like to go to my room?" He eyes flickered with a flame she hadn't seen before. Her heart stuttered, the place between her legs ached, and she had an overwhelming sense of need. She needed this on so many different levels.
Clary kissed Magnus, a hand moving down to his bare chest. "I'd like that." She whispered.
"I can't reject this empty hole, I cannot count the bloody cost, I can't believe this wretched soul, Come penetrate all this loss." KMFDM's lead singer began over the soul penetrating speakers, and to Magnus couldn't of been a more perfect song for the moment. She was a purity in his dark world, and he was going to corrupt that. Magnus felt like he had nothing to offer her, but yet he wanted her so blindly. So, he took what he wanted. He wound his hand around her slim pale one, gluiding her through the crowd.
Everyone's attention was on the pair, through sneaking glances and sly whispers. It soon faded into their own business, although the boy with the gold eyes stared. Stared as the girl he treasured walked hand in hand with a half-demon he suddenly despised, up to his room they went. His fist clenched tightly, blood beginning to seep from how hard his nails were pressed into his skin. His jaw was just as tight, and soon Jace stormed out of the room, knocking over a vampire in the process. Magnus, and Clary never noticed they had the eyes of a familiar shadow hunter on them.
Clary's palms were sweaty as she climbed the stairs briskly with him. In fact all of her body was sweaty, over heated for more than one reason. Her thoughts began to travel back to her, as the music began to muffle. His door shut behind her, and she looked around the room. The decor was just like Magnus, over the top, velvet drenched and some how Victorian even past all the shiny new things of this century.
Magnus ran his hand through her hair before he moved it in a sweep from her, exposing her pale neck and shoulders. He couldn't stop himself from placing kisses that graced her skin like butterflies all over it. Clary's eyes closed, and she leaned back into him. His arm wound around her waist holding her there as he kissed her neck. "Magnus?" Clary barely asked.
"Yes?" He whispered.
"I thought you were gay." Clary felt Magnus chuckle against her skin.
"I thought I was, too. I think it's just about you..." He never knew how good a woman's touch could feel. Magnus kissed her throat, sucking on the skin no doubt leaving a red mark, but it earned him a moan. Clary's knees felt weak as she turnd around in his arms to kiss his lips.
Magnus instantly held her up, moving her backward to his bed as their tongues fought for dominance. They paused to rid Magnus of his vest, and shirt. She lay beneath him, her hands running over his now bare chest, that was lean and muscled. Magnus groaned at the feeling, pulling her closer to him. His hands traveled down her sides, over her hips and to her thighs. He grasped her knees, and slowly pulled them apart.
Clary gasped as she locked her legs around his waist, his erection pressing against her. Her dress had ridden up, exposing her nearly completely except for the deep blue underwear she wore. She felt the dresses' zipper being pulled down and momentarily removed her legs to wiggle free of the garment. She giggled, and Magnus grinned down wickedly at her. She wore no bra, the dress had held her up enough, and Clary wasn't very well endowed. At least that's what she thought, but as Magnus stared at her, she couldn't have been more perfect.
His lips wrapped around her light nipple, while his other hand massaged her. Her hand wound in his midnight hair, as she moaned. "Please Magnus.." She wiggled her hips, desperate to relieve the feeling. With one last lick, Magnus moved his hands to her underwear, hooking his thumbs as he slowly pulled them down.
Her heart raced, and she loved it. She was ready for this to happen, and for the first time, in what seemed like a very long time, Clary held no fear of what would happen next. Magnus ran a finger experimentally down her slit, she was dripping for him. For him, no one else. She moaned, opening her legs a little further. He dipped his finger inside of her, slowly moving in and out. Her breath caught as he moved a second, then a third. He wanted her to get used to the feeling, it was known that girl's first time was supposed to be painful.
"Magnus.." She whined, moving her hips up into his hand. He gave in, making quick work of his pants. He hovered above her, kissing her once more, and in one fluid motion was inside of her. Clary winced, her nails digging into his back.
He was still as she got used to it, and when her hips moved upward a little, he began to move. Slowly at first, but he picked up the pace as she began meeting his thrusts. He marveled over the different feeling, it was much different from being with a man. Clary moaned, eyes closed tightly, Magnus moved his face to the curve of her neck. The both were beginning to lose their selves to the feeling of each other.
The were one, and it couldn't have felt more right. Her nails scrapped his back, and his hand snaked between them, rubbing her clit. He was close, he felt the knot in his stomach, he couldn't go much longer. The feeling of her around him was too much to take, and he wanted her to have her release with him.
She moaned his name loudly, and he moved into her harder, faster. "I-I-I'm going to-" Clary screamed as her walls clenched tighter around him, sending him over the ledge with her. He groaned loudly, momentarily collapsing on top of her.
The breathed heavily, Magnus rolled off of her, pulling the blankets around them. She curled into him, and his arms instantly went around her.
"What does this make us?" Clary whispered.
"I'm not so sure. How about we start with you being my.. Girlfriend?" She giggled, and looked up at him.
"You sound so unsure."
"Well I don't want to be hidden... "
"I would never hide you Magnus. How could I? Your so shiny." And with one more sleepy giggled, she held him tighter, and they both drifted off to sleep.
AN: Gotta get to ten reviews before I update.
