AN: Woohoo I updated quicker than I did last time! This Chapter is a bit shorter than the last two, but just as fulfilling.
A note for those who believe that Magnus couldn't possibly be into Clary because she is a woman. Magnus dated two women that we know of. Camille Belcourt and a woman named Etta in 1938. He has also said "I've been alive for hundreds of years. I've been with men, been with women—with faeries and warlocks and vampires, and even a djinn or two." So please stop deluding yourselves into thinking that he would not be into Clary as a woman.
I also want to say thank you to Nightmare-wolf22 for giving me the initial idea for how everyone finds out.
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Clary had been anxious all day. She couldn't wait for Magnus to get home. Everyone was due back sometime this morning and she found herself constantly checking to see if it was time yet.
She was currently in the training room with her group. "Jailene, you need to watch your landing when you jump off the platform. If you keep landing the way you are your life as a shadowhunter will be cut short due to a shattered knee." She moved to watch the fight simulation between Lena and Greg. "Greg, watch what you do with your free hand. Lena, good form, but you're not actually trying to kill Greg."
The morning continued like this until everyone was called downstairs. Isabelle, Simon, Jace, and the kids that were hoping to see their parents gathered around the intended portal spot.
According to Isabelle, the kids would not get to leave with their parents right away, because Maryse intended to have a meeting to get a full report analysis from each team. She also wanted a performance review from everyone involved. Supposedly there were some openings at a couple other institutes, and she was in charge of choosing who was going to run them.
"Hey Clary!" Simon and Isabelle were coming towards her.
"Hey Simon, hey Izzy."
"So how was training this morning?" Isabelle asked.
Clary shrugged, "You know how it is. They're eager to do everything, but they don't like having to learn the proper way to do it."
Simon sighed, "Jailene still landing too hard?"
Clary nodded. "And Greg is going to get his hand chopped of the first time he is faced with an actual fight."
"Oh, I know what you can do," Isabelle chimed in. "Tie his arm to his side."
"Really?"
"Yes. You make him become accustomed to it being there and it will just be a habit that he forms." Isabelle smiled, "You should actually have him do it with both arms so that he isn't dependent on his dominate arm."
Clary thought for a moment. "Izzy you are right. That makes sense. Thanks. How are your guy's groups?"
"Izzy's is fine. She has got them trained to be on time, do as she says, and clean up before they leave."
Of course she does, Clary thought. "And yours?"
Simon's gazed dropped to the floor. "Let's just say that if Victor doesn't improve his attitude, I may end up committing murder."
Clary laughed. "He only has one more year and then his parents are sending him to the Academy. He'll be out of your hair."
"Good," was all he said.
When they turned their attention back to the front of the crowd they saw the portal forming. Clary felt her heart beat faster in excitement.
First to emerge through the portal was Alec. Clary knew that Magnus would be the last one to cross through since he had to hold the portal open. She waited patiently as each person appeared.
Finally after what seemed like forever, but was really only a couple of minutes, Clary saw a familiar head of glitter-spiked hair.
She felt a wave of excitement hit her, but immediately leave when she saw Maryse pulling him away from the crowd. They had a short conversation and then she went back to the portal.
Before heading into the institute, Magnus looked toward the small crowd and caught Clary's eye. She offered him a little wave which he replied with a smile and a nod before turning and disappearing into the building.
The rest of the group stayed where they were until the other two groups came through. Isabelle went to welcome her brother home with Simon right behind her.
Soon the returned shadowhunters made their way into the institute and to the conference room to start their meeting. Clary, Simon and Isabelle were left with their group of kids to finish out their training day.
After her training session was done, Clary sent her training group off to get packed and ready to leave when their parents were done with the meeting. Clary had decided to find someplace quiet to wait for Magnus until he was done with the meeting.
A few hours later when the strategic meeting with Maryse was over, Magnus went to look for Clary. After a bit of searching he found her alone in the library, sketching. She didn't see him when he entered, so he decided to take this opportunity to just watch her. He loved how serious her facial expressions got when she drew. The way she would bite her he lip when she was thinking. Oh how he wanted to bite that lip.
She was sitting in an armchair with her feet tucked under her; a knitted blanket covered her lap. Her hair was twisted up in a bun, secured with a spare pencil, exposing the smooth, pale skin of her neck. Thoughts of him kissing, licking, and biting that skin entered his mind.
While he was gone all he could think of was getting back here to her. He knew that they weren't together officially; things had just started to really spark between them before he had to leave. But he was determined to change that; he would make it official before the day ended.
"Magnus!" Her voice startled him from his train of thought. He hadn't even realized she noticed he was there. She set her sketch pad down on the table beside her. "When did you get done with the meeting?"
He moved to stand in front of her as she stood from her seat, the blanket dropping to the floor. "About 20 minutes ago. We had to go over all the going ons at each institute. Are they properly trained, do they have sufficient equipment, and whatnot." He tucked a strand piece of hair behind her ear and allowed his thumb to brush her bottom lip. "It was terribly boring. All I could think about was escaping that room and finding you. You won't believe how much I missed you."
Clary inhaled sharply, "I think I may have an idea." She lifted her hand to rest on his cheek.
She stood on her toes as Magnus leaned down and caught her lips in his. One of his hands moved to her waist while the other treaded through her hair. Clary wrapped her arms around his neck forcing her body closer to his.
Their kiss went from sweet and innocent to heated, rather quickly. Magnus let his tongue graze across her lips, asking for entrance to her mouth; she eagerly accepted. After a few delicious moments he moved from her mouth and began to trail kisses across her jaw and down her neck. A gasp escaped her lips as he indulged his earlier fantasy and softly bit the junction between her neck and shoulder. He then made his way back to her mouth where he enjoyed the sweetness of her taste along with a couple of nips at her bottom lip.
When they finally pulled apart, the need for air becoming too much, he rested his forehead against hers, his eyes closed lazily. "So much better than I could ever dream," he said breathlessly.
Suddenly they heard someone clear their throat, and when the turned to the entrance of the library they saw Alec, Nathan, Simon, Jace, and Isabelle. Alec was at the front of the group with a confused look on his face, not too different from the ones on Simon's and Isabelle's. Jace, surprisingly, didn't seem too surprised and Nathan just seemed indifferent.
Alec stepped forward a bit. "So, this is the guy you are dating?"
Magnus rolled his eyes as Clary looked at him. "You told him I was a guy?" She asked in a playful tone. "You told him we were dating?" She followed up in a more serious tone.
Magnus shook his head. "I told him neither. I said there was someone but I told him nothing was official yet."
"Yet?" Clary asked, raising one of her eyebrows.
"Yes, yet. I was planning on asking you our status."
He heard Jace scoff, "What, after you sucked her face off? Ow!"
"Shut up Jace," Isabelle's voice chimed in.
Magnus could help the smile that spread across his face. His disdain for the blonde shadowhunter was still quite high. He looked back at Clary and cupped her face with one of his hands. "Of course, this isn't how I planned to do it at all. I wanted something a little more private, and intimate, but since we are on the subject, would you object to me saying we are dating?"
A smile, equal to his, covered face. "Not one bit."
