Chapter 10 That's Personal
When Clary woke, only a hint of sunlight made it through the thick curtains. The room was dark but she could tell she was not on the couch. Something fluffy lay beneath her head, she lifted her head slightly and through blurry vision she figured out it was a pillow. She had blankets drawn up to her chin and she was huddled under them, only now did she recognize the cold bite of the morning air.
She looked over towards the door, it was shut. She glanced around the rest of the room; there was not anything of real importance a tiny closet that was all. Finally, something caught her attention in the corner of her eye. She turned her head to look at the spot next to her in the bed. And there he was. Sleeping on his stomach, his head turned away from her so all she could see was the back of his head, the blankets were down around his waist so she had a full view of his upper body, and-
"Where the hell is your shirt?" Clary yelled, she rolled away from him, and successfully fell off the bed, dragging the covers down with her. She landed with a hard thump on the ground; her head hit the nearby wall. Raphael rolled over onto his side, and looked at her through sleepy, half open eyes.
"Qué?" He asked; Clary stared at him. "What?" He repeated in English; running his fingers through his hair.
"Where is your shirt? Why are you in the bed? Hell, why am I in the bed?" Clary yelled, the questions were all jumbled together.
"I have a better question, why are you yelling on the floor at twelve in the afternoon?" Raphael said; without the covers over him, Clary could see he also was not wearing any pants, just his boxers, and the look looked damn good on him. Clary looked away before she blushed.
"Because you're not wearing any clothes!" Clary sounded frantic.
"Most girls would complain that I still have my boxers on," Raphael stated, sitting up on the other side of the bed he got up, the muscles in this back rippling under his skin. "Besides my shirt still has blood on it."
"You could have slept on the couch." Clary said; she was sitting in the corner, the blankets piled up on her, she took a quick glance at herself; thank the Angel, she still had her clothes on.
"Nah, that wouldn't have been very comfortable." He grabbed his pants and put them on, leaving his chest bare as he walked over to her and offered his hand to help her up. Clary looked at the hand like it would shock her if she touched it. Raphael rolled his eyes and grabbed her around her upper arm, hoisting her up.
"I didn't need your help." Clary said; looking at anything in the room but Raphael. She cursed herself, again she was cornered by him, not to mention defenseless if he tried anything.
"Why are you uncomfortable?" He stepped forward, "You shouldn't be, considering you were with angel boy for what? At least a month?" He asked as he grabbed her injured wrist, more gently than she expected. He ran his fingers along the scars. "And what happened here?"
"I'm uncomfortable because you refuse to let our relationship remain-" Clary mentally stumbled for the right word, "nonsexual." She finished it did not sound right; in fact, it sounded like it was promoting just the opposite type of relationship. "And I was never "with" Jace, at least not in the context you're speaking of." Clary tried to side step around Raphael; he blocked her. "And as for the wrist," Clary tried to finish, but the words were all jumbled up in her head, they all wanted to spill out at once it seemed. "I was-it was- chained to the wall."
"Chained to the wall?" Raphael asked, his eyes lit up and Clary knew she was going to regret telling him that. "How?"
"What do you mean how? There aren't many different ways you can be chained to a wall." Clary said, pulling back her wrist, surprisingly Raphael let it go.
"The bar above your bed, I'm guessing that was what you were chained to?" He said, the corners of his lips turning up.
"Oh no! Do not go there!" Clary warned.
"Go where? I have no idea what you're talking about, hermosa."
"Yes you do, you know exactly what I'm talking about because you started this whole conversation with all you're stupid innuendoes!" Clary's voice was rising, her temper flaring; Raphael seemed to have that effect on her.
"Really? Then what are you talking about? Cause I swear I have no idea." He had that innocent look in his eyes again; Clary did not buy it.
"Yes you do you're thinking-" Clary paused; there was no way she was going to say what she thought he was thinking out loud. "Very bad things," she finished lamely. Raphael laughed.
"Wanna add any more description to that?"
"Not really." Clary muttered, she darted to the left, but Raphael grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back against his front, as he leaned into the corner.
"Are you sure? I don't think I'm getting a good enough picture." He said, his breath curling the hair against her temples.
"Yes I'm sure!" Clary struggled, "I'm not telling you anything, nor am I ever doing anything with you, kinky or not! So how about you just leave me alone!" His arm was too tight around her; she pulled at it, she even tried scratching but the red marks she left healed up almost instantly.
"If you think cuffs are kinky you've lived a more sheltered life than I thought." The sound of Raphael's voice made her struggle even more. Clary twisted around in his arms so she could see him. She had one fist raised, ready to hit Raphael. "You never slept with the little, angel boy did you?" Raphael asked, he grabbed her fist before she could hit him pinning it against her side.
"No I didn't!"
"Surprising, he's earned himself a reputation over the years, at least that's what I've heard." Raphael said, Clary froze but only for a second. His words took time to sink in but Clary refused to believe it. Raphael's head cocked to the side, "You haven't slept with anyone." He said it like a question.
Clary blushed, it felt like her whole body was blushing, but she didn't answer. Yes, he was right; she had not slept with anyone. And she certainly was not going to sleep with Raphael. He waited for her to answer, but Clary's voice had officially left her.
"That explains a lot doesn't it?" That look in his eyes was back; the one that threatened to make her blush and struggle to get away even more if that was even physically possible.
"That's personal." Was Clary's only answer. She dropped, well she tried too. Trying to catch Raphael by surprise she let her legs give and tried to drop to the ground; therefore, slipping through the arms that were holding her. In reality, she successfully caught him by surprise, although he reacted faster than she had planned and she ended up scrambling to the other side of the room and out the door.
"It's not a bad thing really." Raphael followed her out the door. "Personally, I think it's hot."
"Well good for you, I don't care if you think it's hot or not just leave me alone."
"What's hot?" Clary's head whipped towards the couch where Magnus was sitting, his eyes were covered in blue black glitter, and what must have been his cat sat in his lap.
"Clary's a virgin." Raphael answered. Her head turned back towards Raphael, her mouth gaped.
"What? Are you just going to tell the whole word now? How about you just make a huge sign and advertise it!" Clary yelled at him.
"Now I know why my parents told me to knock." Magnus muttered. Clary could see his cat eyes taking in the situation: Raphael had no shirt on and his jeans rested low on his hips; both Clary and Raphael had a bad case of bed head, and Clary's shirt was all crooked no doubt thanks to her earlier escape from Raphael's arms. "I'm guessing one of you will say it's not what it looks like." Magnus stated, he had stopped petting Chairmen Meow and had started examining his electric blue nails.
"Well it kind of is," Raphael started but was quickly cut off by Clary.
"No! He's lying! I swear it is NOT what it looks like." Clary's face was burning, Raphael smirked at her.
"Really? Because to me it looks like you two were going to have sex, or that you had already had sex and were going for seconds," Magnus paused, "perhaps it would be best if we worked out a schedule, maybe set a few hours aside or put a sock on the door? I wouldn't want to interrupt anything." Magnus finished sarcastically. His eye brows were raised, looking at Clary for an answer; Clary felt like fainting; Raphael, for once, kept his mouth shut. "Well? Do either of you have any better ideas?"
"There won't be a need for any of that, Magnus." Clary choked out.
"I truly hope you aren't lying. Now, I'm here because the wards still seem to be down in New York. Amazing isn't it? That Lily girl did a wonderful job, her and the others tearing up the wards and everything," Magnus glanced at Raphael, whose face barely masked his anger. "However, I took a quick peek back at Alicante; they know you've escaped, Clary. And they aren't happy; Valentine has a search party, although it may as well be a hunting party." He finished, Clary could feel the chills dancing up and down her spine, "I suggest now would be a good time to get a little more help. Luke has managed to round up some of the werewolves and has offered his help."
"No." Raphael's voice was soft, but it was the underlying tone that sent up a warning flag to Clary. This was not going to go over well.
"You need the help." Magnus countered; Magnus would probably rather be off buying hair dye or exotic clothes, Clary thought; then stopped, the picture was too easy to see in her mind. Magnus dressed up in some exotic outfit from three hundred years ago? Clary did not need that history lesson.
"I'll get some of the vampires to help; they seem to want the fight anyways." Raphael replied, Clary knew to stay out of this. Downworld politics, like Simon had mentioned once, was something she did not want to be a part of.
"What do you think, Clary?" So much for that.
"Well," Clary glanced at Raphael who was staring her down; she looked over to Magnus, his expression, though bored, was encouraging enough. "I think it's time we get some help. If Valentine already has a Nephilim army then we are going to need more than us three." At that, Raphael turned and walked back into the bedroom; Clary stood there not sure what to do.
"He'll get over it." Magnus stood, the cat rolled off his lap, landed on all fours, and gave a hiss before trotting off somewhere. Magnus walked over to stand in front of Clary; he grabbed her damaged wrist and held it between his hands. "What is your current relationship with Raphael?" He asked; too soft for Raphael to hear, there was concern in his voice.
"There isn't one. I swear. Just a few unfortunate mishaps."
"Are you sure?" He asked, "Raphael might be charming but he's a deceptive bastard when it comes to getting what he wants; what he truly wants." Magnus warned. His voice was barely audible to Clary.
"I'm positive there is nothing, there will be nothing." At that Magnus leaned down, and whispered into Clary's ear.
"I know how Simon became the daylighter, your blood is like Jace's; and the first chance Raphael gets when you are truly alone and truly defenseless, he'll bite you. Why do you think he's so eager to get you in bed?"
"Magnus, I already offered my blood in the deal I made to get his help. Either way, when this is all over he'll be a daylighter." Clary was surprised to hear remorse in her voice. At the time of the deal she was too busy contemplating how terrifying it would be to get bit by a vampire; but now, she was filled with regret. Magnus sighed and stood up to his full height.
"Then you have nothing to lose. I'll talk to Luke while you both get ready. When you both are ready to leave or if there's an emergency brush your finger over this," Magnus slid one of the many rings on his fingers off and pressed it in to Clary's palm and he closed her fingers around it. "And I mean it. Any kind of emergency." Magnus turned his head in the direction of the bedroom door and Clary got the silent message. He stepped back and faded away.
Clary looked down and opened her hand; the ring was gold and had an amber stone set into it. Clary slipped it onto her middle finger and it adjusted itself to the right size. Clary glanced at her wrist, the one that Magnus had been holding the whole time.
The scars and the blood were gone.
So this Chapter is pretty much just a filler, although it was like the hardest to write. Certain scenes are such a pain :P I'll give everyone a warning though, I am just winging it; so I dunno how long this fic will go on for.