I'm probably supposed to be working but, I'm gonna do this instead. Hope you guys enjoy!
Title: First Date
Characters: Alec and Magnus
POV: Alec's
Song: Relax, Take It Easy by Mika (I chose this one because it's a nice song that makes you feel good. It's simple and cute.)
"You can start, if you want." Magnus says, smiling kindly at me.
"Okay… Where are you from? Originally, I mean?" I ask somewhat hesitantly. I'm not really sure if he's gonna answer that.
"What do you mean? I'm obviously from Brooklyn." He says, gesturing to the apartment with his hands.
"Oh, I just meant where did you live before. It's okay if you don't want to answer or something." I look down at my hands, which are clasped together in my lap.
"No, darling, it's fine. I was born in California, actually and spent the first part of my childhood there on a farm." Magnus' eyes seem to be more guarded as he says this but, I don't press the issue. He answered, after all.
It's kind of hard to imagine someone like Magnus living on a farm. He seems more like the type to be found in LA or something.
"Okay. This isn't a question about you, exactly but, how did you know I wasn't from Brooklyn?" Magnus asks as he smiles at me encouragingly.
"Well, you don't sound like you're from Brooklyn or any other part of New England so, I was just wondering." I answer truthfully.
We slip into silence before I finally break it. "Um, you can ask another question if you want. Since that one wasn't about me or anything." I offer, kind of wishing I'd just kept my mouth closed.
"Alright. Why are you so much quieter than the rest of your family?" I don't answer him immediately because I'm trying to gather my thoughts and find a safe way to answer.
"I just mean that they seem to really like attention. And, partying for that matter. Why don't you?" Magnus asks earnestly.
"Well, I guess I've always been in the background. At least, more than they are. I talk to a lot of people like my siblings. I'd rather talk to people than party with them, though. I guess people find that to be more attractive." I reply, shrugging. Magnus looks at me incredulously for a second.
"Also, I don't want anyone to find out about my… Preference since that could probably get me stripped of my marks so, I figure it's best to keep a quieter profile and let Jace and Izzy keep everyone entertained or whatever." I finish, staring intently at the floor.
"So, you're the laid back one in the family." Magnus says as if it's an obvious statement, rather than a question.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that. I just don't feel the need to do stuff like that. And, I'm just kinda shy." I add, feeling a blush creep across my face, only accentuating my statement.
"About what you said earlier. How people think partiers are more attractive? It's not true." Magnus says plainly, as if it's a well known fact.
"How so?" I ask, somewhat confused.
"Well, you're highly attractive and you don't go out like your siblings. Sure, your brother has that deliberate surfer look going and I guess some people like that." Magnus shrugs. "And, Izzy's beautiful but, she just screams 'high maintenance' and 'you have no chance'. You, on the other hand, are extremely gorgeous. Your eyes display whatever you're feeling and your hair's perfect. Do you even have to brush it to get it that way?" I shake my head at this. "See? You're a natural beauty whereas your siblings have to try pretty hard. Plus, people just feel comfortable talking to you." Magnus finishes his monologue, looking at me sweetly.
"And, no, I'm not just saying that to get into your pants, surprisingly enough." Magnus actually does look surprised at this, which makes me laugh.
"Thanks. I try to downplay all of that stuff, though." I say, looking into his golden green eyes.
"Well, news flash, it isn't working." Magnus pushes my shoulder playfully.
"So, my turn, right?" I ask, trying to get him to stop staring at me.
"Yup! Ask away." He says, relaxing into the cushions of his couch. I take that to mean that we've finally broken the ice so, I relax more too.
"Do you know a guy named Ragnor?" That's not what I'd originally planned on asking but, I just remembered.
"Yeah, he's my best friend. Why?"
I don't know. I saw him in the halls and he kept winking at me in a creepy way and Simon said his name's Ragnor so, I thought I'd ask you." I shrug at him.
"So, hold on. You thought I knew Ragnor because he was a creepy guy flirting with you? Are you trying to say something here?" Magnus feigns a look of hurt.
"No, no. He also kinda looked like you. I mean his clothes and hairstyle. Except for his was red." I say lamely.
"Oh, so you were lying earlier, huh? You obviously have been thinking of me because you've named two people so far that reminded you of me." Magnus replies, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
"N-no that's not it. I was just asking. Jeez." I say, turning my head so that my hair falls down, hiding some of my blush.
Magnus just laughs. "But, yeah. I've known Ragnor since we were kids. Our fathers are friends." He explains.
"Is your dad a prominent Warlock?" I ask.
"It's not your turn!" Magnus gasps dramatically. "My dad is Hank Cornelius. You probably haven't heard of him." He says off-handedly.
"Whoa. Hank Cornelius is one of the most powerful Warlocks. Ever." I respond in awe.
"Yeah, well, to me, he's just my dad." Magnus says, laughing a bit at my reaction.
"You must be amazingly rich. But, hold on, I thought Warlocks couldn't have kids?" I say, frowning.
"Oh, we can't. Lysander is my biological brother and Hank is our adoptive father." Magnus gets that weird closed off expression on his face again.
"Oh, that makes sense. How old were you when he adopted you?" I can't stop myself from asking. I really want to know more about Magnus.
"Well, you have lot of question, huh? I was ten and my brother was twelve." Magnus says.
"Okay, why are your parents never home?" Magnus asks quickly, probably to prevent me from asking anymore questions.
"They have a lot of business in Idris since they run the Institute here and everything. It was easier when we lived in Idris because we saw them a lot more." I say.
"That must be frustrating." Magnus comments simply.
"Well, Jace, Izzy and, I are used to it. It's always been this way for us but, I worry about Max sometimes. He's so young. We try but, he needs real parents to be there for him, I think." I say before I can stop myself. I don't like telling people about my disappointment in my parents when it comes to Max.
"Well, he's lucky to have such a caring big brother, isn't he?" Magnus says, trying to lighten the mood, I guess, and smiling.
"So, what are you majoring in?" I ask Magnus, feeling more comfortable and relaxing more.
"Visual and Performing Arts." Magnus replies automatically.
"Really? Do you play and instrument or anything?" I ask again, finding myself really wanting to know more about him.
"Well, I'm okay at the piano but, I mostly sing. I did a few musicals last year. That's just for fun, though. I focus more on drawing and painting. Some photography." He says off handedly.
"I'd love to see some of your work sometime." I say quietly, smiling at the prospect of spending more time with Magnus.
"Of course. It's all scattered around right now but, when I make it presentable, I can show you." He says, grinning at me. "So, what are you studying?"
"Pre-law and art." I respond with a shrug.
"Law school on the agenda?" Magnus asks. "You certainly seem smart enough." He adds with a grin.
"I'm not really sure yet. Perhaps. I may just go back to Shadowhunting, though." I answer him honestly. I'm pretty confused because on one hand, I'd love to continue fighting; it's in my blood, after all. On the other, law has always interested me, probably stemming from being Nephilim. And yet, I really like art, too.
"There's always that, huh? Well what kind of art are you interested in?" Magnus asks, smiling more gently at me. I'm glad to see that we have something in common.
"I mostly draw with charcoal and I paint some. I kinda suck at everything else." I admit, my cheeks growing slightly warmer.
"Oh, I doubt that. Maybe we could have an art date sometimes. You seem to be best at what I suck at and I can teach you how to use some other stuff? Like, pastels and photography?" He suggests and I really like the idea of just lounging around, doing artistic stuff with someone. No one else that I know has enough patience for it.
"That sounds really nice." I respond, looking up at him through my eye lashes. My breath catches when I catch his gaze.
It takes me a while to figure out why but, his beautiful golden green eyes seem to be more… Open, maybe? I'm not sure. They seem friendlier somehow.
We sit there in comfortable silence, gazing in each other's eyes and for some reason, it isn't awkward at all. It's really nice actually, with the quiet and everything.
"I thought we were going out for coffee after this." I say, surprised that I'd completely forgotten all about it.
"I guess we were, huh?" And with that, Magnus snaps his fingers and two steaming cups of coffee appear. Magnus hands one to me and even though I doubt that it's the kind I like, I take a sip.
"How did you know I like my coffee black?" I ask, vaguely wondering if it's a warlock thing and trying to pretend that that didn't startle me.
"I just guessed. You seem like a black coffee kind of person, that's all." He clarifies with a smirk.
"So what do you want to do now?" I'm really getting a little a sick of the questions game.
"We could watch TV, if you want." Magnus suggests after thinking for a while.
"That sounds good." I respond, nodding at him.
"Why don't we watch it in the den upstairs? There's a larger TV.
We go up the stairs and enter a room that honestly reminds me of a mini movie theater, more than a den. Larger TV. Yeah right.
The room is somewhat rounded and the screen stretches across the front of it.
There's an oversized futon in the middle of the room with a lot of miscellaneous bean bags and oversized pillows and couches and chairs littering the rest of the room.
"This is a lot bigger than I thought it'd be." I'm referring to everything.
"Yeah, I like to have movie parties up here sometimes." Magnus mutters, searching for the remote.
"Ooh! That reminds me! I need to throw another party!" He says, turning the TV on.
"Didn't you just have one a few weeks ago? That my sister went to?" I ask, confused.
"Yup! But, it's Chairman Meow's birthday." He answers.
"Um, who's Chairman Meow?" I ask just as what seems to be a tiny fur ball scurries across the room and leaps into Magnus' arms.
"This, Alec, is Chairman Meow. Shake his hand." Magnus walks over to where I'm standing and Chairman, surprisingly, holds its paw towards me daintily.
I shake it hesitantly and what I presume to be a cat snatches its paw from my hand and turns its nose up towards the ceiling.
He reminds me of Magnus in all seriousness. He's as full of himself as his owner but, I think it works better on Magnus.
Although the tiny cat is super adorable.
Magnus proceeds to rub the cat's tiny head and the cat cuddles into his chest, purring contentedly. Magnus coos at him for a bit and I can't help but think of how cute they are.
"Did you teach him to do that?" I ask after a while.
"What?" Magnus says, still cuddling his cat.
"Shake paws, I guess you'd say." I respond.
Magnus shakes his head. "When I found him in an alleyway, I rescued him from this huge, ugly bully of a cat that was beating up on poor Chairman. I rescued him, of course and when I picked him up, he stuck his little paw out for me to shake. Isn't he just adorable!" Magnus says excitedly.
Just then, Chairman decides to meow loudly. "Oh, don't you go getting a big head. You're not that cute." It's really adorable how he talks to him as if he's a person.
Chairman licks the tip of Magnus' nose and looks t him with wide eyes. Magnus is staring back as if he's challenging him. "Oh, fine, I forgive you. But, only because my date's here and we're supposed to be watching TV. We'll continue this later." He says before dropping Chairman unceremoniously to the floor and hopping onto the futon.
I take that to mean that I can have a seat as well. I sit on the edge of it.
"You know, you can lie down if you want. I won't bite unless you ask me too." Magnus says in a faux innocent voice, sparkly eyelashes fluttering.
I do as he says, making sure that our bodies aren't touching.
After a lot of channel surfing, we come across an America's Next Top Model marathon.
Both of us gasp excitedly, which isn't strange for Magnus but, he gives me a weird look.
"Guilty pleasure?" I say, wanting him to forget about it.
"Hm. Maybe you are gay…" Magnus muses before cracking up laughing.''
"Shut up." He does but, not for long, because after a while we're both screaming at the screen and Magnus is trying to do every pose that the models have to do.
"See? I can do this better than this stupid brunette!" Magnus exclaims, legs splayed, head thrown back with one arm dangling behind him.
It looks somewhat painful but, I have to admit, he looks really hot.
"See something you like?" Magnus says, turning to face me in the same pose.
I don't respond and just turn back to the TV even though I can't make myself pay attention anymore.
I'd forgotten that I was trying to prevent our bodies from touching while we were animatedly watching the show so, I realize that his legs are pressed against mine from the other end of the futon, making my blush even worse.
"Come here, you." Magnus' voice drops what seems like an octave and he's lowered his arms but, his legs are still splayed.
I hesitantly crawl to the other side of the huge futon, sitting between his legs a bit.
"Here?" I ask, finally looking at him from under my hair.
Magnus just nods at me and leans in a bit. He gives me a chance to stop him, to crawl back to my corner of the futon but, I don't.
I don't really lean in either but, I definitely don't back away. He takes this as encouragement and closes the distance between us.
His lips press softly against mine, moving slowly and I follow his lead, moving my head every now and then to match his movements.
The kiss is mostly chaste at this point, without tongues or anything. I let my eyes slip shut, tasting Magnus' lips.
He tastes like lemons and marshmallows, which is a weird combination but is also very delicious.
I feel his tongue softly graze my bottom lip, asking for an invitation. I gasp at the sensation, letting him in and savoring that taste even more potently.
His tongue slides against mine before he flicks it to the roof of my mouth, causing me to gasp yet again. I feel him smile a bit against my mouth.
We stay like that for another minute before Magnus pulls away, grinning.
"That was nice." He says softly, trying to catch his breath and running his thumb lightly over my bottom lip.
"Yeah." I say, not really sure of what I can say.
We pull apart and Magnus leans back against a pillow and I turn around, debating if I should go back to the other side.
"Stay." Magnus says softly, pulling me by my shoulders until my back is resting against his chest. I start to protest but, this feels too comfortable so, I just go with it.
"That was not your first kiss. You're really good at that." Magnus says, smirking again.
"Are you disappointed that you weren't first?" I ask, suddenly in a teasing mood.
"Very. I'm gonna have to hunt down your first. But, then again, you're obviously talented because of it so, maybe I should thank them?" Magnus teases back. I can feel his laugh rumbling through his chest against my back. It's a pleasant feeling.
"I think I could get used to this." I almost think I'm imagining it because he whispers it softly, as if I'm not supposed to hear it.
Regardless, he just voiced my exact thoughts.
They finally kissed! It was kinda hard typing thousands of words without having them kiss. Haha.
I don't know where lemons and marshmallows came from but, I just decided to go with it. There's this amazing collection at Bath & Body Works and the scent is lemon and vanilla and I absolutely love it. I even got lip gloss like it so, I guess that's where that's from.
Random Question: Have you guys ever tried white chocolate s'mores? You know the white chocolate with the little cookie bits? I don't even like white chocolate but, my boyfriend made some and I seriously almost died. It's amazingly good- way better than regular s'mores. It makes your tummy smile in delight.
Okay, that's the end of my weird little stories about absolutely nothing.
Please, review you guys! A lot of you added this story but, I want to know what you're thinking! Have a great weekend, guys!
-Alexis
