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"No one.." I began softly, questioning how Magnus would take it. "has ever held me like this before." We were still dancing, but I had my cheek lain on his firm chest, listening to his heart beating. Our hands were a delicate mass of fine fingers, intertwined like vines. As we moved, the faint streetlamp light flecked off our pale skin.
Magnus sucked in a relaxed breath. "I don't know if I have held anyone like this before." he said softly. A free hand stroked my hair, laid on the back of my skull. Magnus smelled sweet, like some sort of candy, mixed with the quite normal scent of fresh sheets and cotton, something you'd love to bury yourself in on a rainy day. Perhaps not alone, either.
"I'm sure you have." I murmured. I was young and naïve, while my love was eight hundred years old! How could I keep up with his experience? He'd probably dated every talking species under the sun! Vampires, werewolves, fairies--
"No. no, Alec. Never have I held the boy I truly love." I stiffened at his serious tone, clenched my fingers in the tweed fabric. I pulled to Magnus, desperate for him suddenly.
He chuckled nervously. "Easy, easy there, my little Shadowhunter." His long fingers slipped under my hair, stroking the nape of my neck. I closed my eyes, immersed in Magnus Bane.
"I just…it's just a lot of firsts for me, I guess." I muttered. Magnus was silent.
"Was I…your first kiss?" he asked. I bit my lip. I supposed I had wasted many years wondering if I was straight or not. It was sort of early when I decided it wasn't meant to be--a girl and myself, so I never really tried, for every time I though of a woman, I found no desire. I'd seen girls on the beaches, girls of all types, but they never seemed to appeal to me. I never tried, because I knew it just wasn't for me. It never was.
"Yes." I finally said, so quietly I wondered if he heard, for he didn't respond. Nervously, I said, "Magnus?" I craned my head to look at him, and his arms loosened around me as I moved.
He stared down at me, his face shocked looking, mixed with that look of utter fascination. I was uncomfortable under his unrelenting gaze. "Magnus? You okay?"
He took my face, then, took both sides of my face, and craned low so our lips met once again. My knees buckled, and I saw fabulous stars, and a stream of fire spread through me from Magnus's lips. He grabbed my shirt, bringing me closer, so close that our chests flattened against each other. His neck craned just enough that I could reach with my head thrown back. I felt my back arch as he wrapped his long arms around my waist, like I was attached to him forever. I wouldn't mind that.
He broke away, our noses still touching. I opened my eyes to meet his wild cat gaze. I reached up and stroked below his eye, mesmerized by their raw, exotic beauty. I felt Magnus's heartbeat hard and fast, his breathing jagged and uneven. Finally, he whispered so close, that he was nearly feeding me words, "I wish you were my first kiss, Alec. I wish it was this magical for me as I hope it was for you."
I smiled weakly, my hand still on his face. "Every moment is magical with a warlock like you." I pointed out. Magnus flashed his bright teeth and hugged me fiercely, so hard that he seemed to try to smash our bodies together, into one. Again, I wouldn't mind.
Next to my ear, Magnus's breathless voice came. " It took me eight hundred years of love and loss and heartbreak to finally have you land in my lap." He laughed quietly. "It was quite a sudden drop, my little Shadowhunter, that I sometimes wonder if you have a little angel's blood in you, too. Maybe you fell right from heaven, just for me."
I shook my head at his silly clichés, knowing I loved them. "You silly warlock."
He responded by nibbling at my ear, which caused me to slightly tense from the playful gesture. This time, he didn't pull away with wide eyes, but simply dove in deeper. His mouth nuzzled my neck, the hot breath tickling. I squirmed a little, gasping at the feeling of his mouth on my neck. He placed fresh kisses up and down my throat, and he was returning to dangerous territory by tugging my shirt aside.
I didn't have the heart, nor the strength to tell him to stop. So, I simply clung to his hips so I wouldn't fall. I saw more spiraling stars when Magnus savagely ripped at my shirt, pulling it up. My eyes widened when the bottom hem of my sweater brushed along my chin. I shivered as his hand ventured across my flat, trembling stomach. He softly poked his long, delicate finger into my navel, and I moaned sharply before I could silence it.
Magnus chuckled in a hoarse voice. "You make the cutest noises, my little Shadowhunter." I noticed that this was like my new pet name. I smiled feebly.
The hard brick wall loomed up, pressing against my back. My elbows bent, my neck craned up and away as Magnus rested his feverish lips on my throat. His hands buried in my hair, gently turning my head this way and that so he could have full access to the length of my neck.
His fingers trailed up my body, brushing across my chest, swiping across my torso. I tried to contain myself, but I just ended up making a bunch of embarrassing noises. It was alright, it seemed, though, because each time, Magnus would hold on a little tighter and mutter that I was cute, then adorable, then beautiful.
That he loved me.
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"Jace? Where…?" I whispered as we made our way from the party. He had taken me behind a curtain, leading down a hall that spiraled with stairs and statues. It was dark, not meant to be visited. I didn't even attempt to tell Jace to turn around.
His hand was gripping mine, his eyes glistening and eager. A golden piece of hair fell down his brow, which was pinched as his eyes scanned the hall. A window that we passed illuminated his profile. A burst of milky moonlight washed over his face, and I wondered how I hadn't seen his angelic ways before. I supposed back then, they weren't literal. It was still hard to believe that we were both angels, wingless but important to each other as most angels were to anyone that saw them. I was watching his face so intently that I nearly tripped on my more-than-dressy shoes.
He grabbed my forearm, steadying me. I muttered, "I hate dressy shoes."
He only chuckled and continued with me dragging at his side.
"We are almost there."
He led me down the hall and swerved me to the left. His hand let mine, left it cold and lifeless. I shook that off and watched as he forth to unveil another curtain's hidden way.
The curtain flew apart in a flurry of red fabric. I watched the newly found moonlight trace along him--his smooth curves that led from his chest to his slim waist. His body was long and lean, I couldn't help but stare.
He turned with a satisfied smirk, his eyes nearly glowing. I noticed that the window was a door, leading to a balcony outside. He pressed open the door while still looking at me with those smoldering eyes.
I silently followed him outside. We were alone, and we--well, I certainly had a lot to release.
I walked outside, mesmerized by the light the moon gave off. My hands looked milky blue. I turned them delicately in the light. The window door clicked shut.
I turned slowly to Jace. He had his back pressed to the door, his eyes also on the moon. It caught his eyes, those interesting, beautiful eyes, and made them glow white. A faint wind blew through us, the spidery thin fingers of the breeze caressing Jace's golden hair, pulling them from his eyes.
My hand faintly touched the balcony railing, which was made of stone and carved intricately. I looked down at the designs that played under my hands.
I felt a pair of hands on my hips from behind, and a warm breath in my ear. I hitched a breath, wishing for his touch, not the gentleness he was used to giving me, but much, much more. I remembered that he was an angel, for I had once again forgotten. An angel…I wanted to hold Jace in my arms. I wanted to be in his, warm and wiry with muscles that ran along the skin.
His lips brushed along my neck, and the touch was so intimate and desired that I gasped. It wasn't just a catch of breath, but a huge longing that built up every time he pulled away. Like he did now.
"Clary? Is something wrong?" His hands began to stray away.
I reached back, groping for any part of him. I found his hand, limp at his side, and brought it to my face. "No, nothing's wrong. It's just--" I searched for words, and looked at Jace's hand. His body was nearly pressing to my back, I could feel his shirt touching my dress. I let out a long breath and brought his hand to my lips. I closed my eyes and let my heart lead my actions--what I wanted from Jace was now able to come.
I kissed his long artist's fingers, the fingers that had held many a weapon when they could have been playing a piano…or brushing at my hair, caressing my face.
My lips parted around his fingers, warm and slightly rough. I heard him suck in a breath when I kissed the palm of his hand with my full mouth, letting my breath wash upon it.
His free hand grabbed my hip, harsher this time. He pulled me close until I felt his hard chest on my back, rising and falling as he breathed. His lips were at my ear, his hair hanging in his eyes. His chin touched the curve of my neck, and in response, I dragged my lips along his wrist, where he had slashed the skin in order to save my best friend.
The realization was loud in my ears. He had done so much for me; saved my life, saved Simon's life, and helped saved a town's life and even my mother's life. I pulled his hand to my face and left it there, where his fingers became animated and stroked my face. I shivered at his smooth touch, and leaned into him.
His arm caught me, wrapping around my waist. I twined my fingers with his and let our hands lay on my stomach. His chin dug pleasantly into my neck, and I very slowly turned to him.
His eyes were closed and peacefully, his golden hair hanging down in curled tendrils. His lips were relaxed, his brow furrowed as if he were thinking. I curled my neck and kissed the corner of his mouth. His eyes opened slowly, pointed at the moon so I could see the white orb in his gold eyes.
With his taste still on my lips, I let go of his hand and pried from his grasp so I could throw my arms around his neck. I felt his body against mine, felt his warm breath as he huffed out in surprise. Without a second thought, I plunged my face towards his, a fire burned hot in my heart. When his mouth met mine, I gasped sharply, as if in surprise, though I had been the one to cause this kiss.
I wanted to kiss Jace for hours and hours. This was what a kiss should feel like--not wondering if someone would catch you in the act of incest, not hearing how disgusting you were each time you brushed against your brother. This was not my brother, this was Jace.
His breath was sweet and very warm, and his lips were soft and moved with mine. His nose skimmed my cheek, sending me into a fit of trembles. I held him harder, wrapping my hands around his whole body. I gripped folds of his shirt in my hands fiercely.
I was a little embarrassed when I pulled away, barely aware that one free hand had been undoing Jace's shirt buttons. I blushed fiercely, wondering if someone would walk in--it was just instinct to be uneasy with the idea of a stranger walking in on a couple as they stripped away their expensive outfits. This was Amatis's dress! How could I let Jace take it of off me…?
No, no. I couldn't lat that happ--
Jace's lips were on my shoulder, trailing downwards. His kisses were warm and raw-feeling, like anywhere we'd go, his kisses would lift me from my thoughts. It was true. I supposed I had been thinking not to do this, but Jace's shirt was hanging open, and my hands went right to his chest.
I explored the plains of his torso, unlike when we had kissed after escaping the Wayland mansion's implosion. Then, I had the nagging thought that I was kissing my brother and enjoying it, but now, I was kissing only Jace. It was alright to love him, and love him I did.