Yaaaay. I was able to claw my way to the computer. Three cheers for me. Firstly, I am sorry for the previous chapter. Don't know what happened. When I wrote it it was normal and then pooff. Not normal anymore. But ok. I thank all of you who helped me with this. It really was helpful. I just hope I didn't disappoint you with it. So, here you go. The Date scene! Enjoy.
"Who calls upon The High Warlock ?!" The voice boomed through the speaker.
"It's Alec." I said simply and put my hands in my pockets to stop them from shaking.
"Alexander." He purred. "Come on in darling."
There was a ping sound followed by the door opening.
I pushed it open and entered the old-looking hallway. There was a long flight of rickety stairs that lead to Magnus's apartment, that I assumed was on the top. With every step I took I felt more and more nervous. Calm down. I tried to order myself but it didn't work. As I came to the top of the stairway I could see him, leaning in an open doorway and grinning like the cheshire cat. His cat eyes gleamed when he saw me, as if he didn't think I would show up. Seeing him made this all the more real. I couldn't figure out if that was a good or a bad thing. But it definitely felt good.
He had his hair done up in glittery spikes just like the last time I saw him. The makeup was more subtle this time, only black eyeliner and light green eyeshadow. It was obvious he had toned it down a bit just for me and I appreciated it. His lips had no lipstick which was quite distracting. I already wanted to kiss him and seeing his full lips bare and beautiful wasn't helping. My gaze traveled downwards, towards his clothes. Which were as loud and colorful and as tight as before-if not even more so. I looked away-with a light blush on my cheeks, hoping he didn't notice me checking him out. Judging by the smirk on his face, he did.
"Well, hello there." He said as I approached.
"Hi." I didn't know what to do so I just stood there in front of him. Waiting.
He looked me up and down-leaving me self-conscious -and then stepped aside.
"Come on in." He said, giving me enough space to come in but staying close enough to prevent me from doing so without touching him.
His hand brushed over my chest and he looked a little too satisfied because of it.
He flicked his wrist and the door closed, locking behind me. Before I was even able to gulp he took my hand in his.
"Come." He said pulling me further into the loft.
As I followed him I looked around in amazement. His loft was huge. Like most lofts, it had a big central room split into "rooms" by groupings of furniture. There was a square collection of sofas and tables off to the right, which Magnus gestured me towards. I sat on a golden velvet sofa with elegant wooden curlicues on the arms, happy to be off of my hurt leg. He noticed.
"You're limping." He said with a slight frown, sounding concerned. It was weird to hear him sound like that.
"Yeah. We got called up yesterday." I explained. "There were fifteen of them running around the subway tunnels." Now he looked even more concerned so I quickly added, "Don't worry. I put on an iratze. It just takes a little more time to heal a broken bone."
"You walked all the way over here with a broken leg?" He looked shocked but I could see that he was fighting a smile.
"It is almost healed. And I took the subway." I said defending myself.
"Well, that's ironic." He said laughing.
He has a beautiful laugh. I thought before shaking my head, trying to clear it.
"Yeah, I guess so." I said. Corners of my lips rising upwards into a half-smile.
I could feel myself slowly starting to relax.
"Do you want something to drink?" He asked me, going towards one of the doors. Kitchen? I guessed judging by the mouth-watering aroma that was filling the apartment.
"No thank you." I called after him.
What do I do now? I wish Jace was here. He would have… I cut myself off. Not Jace. Not here. And not now. I shook my head. I shouldn't even be thinking about him right now.
"Oh, come on." He poked his head out of the open doorway. "I have normal drinks, you know. I'm not going to poison you if you are worried about that. " That didn't even cross my mind. I was so lost in thought that I almost didn't catch the last part: "Why kill you when I can have so much fun with you like this?" He said over his shoulder before retiring back to the kitchen.
I blushed instantly at the mental pictures that immediately ran through my head.
"So, what will you have? Coffee? Tea? Wine?" The he spoke made me blush again. Knowing, even without having to look at him, that his eyes sparkled when he said it. At least he can't see me.
"Tea would be nice." I said not being able to say anything else-even without him in the room. Anything interesting or intelligent, that is.
It was always Jace who said the interesting, intelligent things. I thought, miserable. I am Jace's parabatai and that was all the glory I needed or wanted. That is until now. But this was somewhere Jace can't go with me, something Jace couldn't help me with.
And here I am thinking about Jace again.
A loud snap took me out off my thoughts.
My right hand suddenly felt hot. I looked down, and realized that I was holding a waxed paper cup from Joe, the Art of Coffee. It smelled like chai. I jumped, and only barely escaped spilling it on myself. "By the Angel —"
"I LOVE that expression," Came Magnus's voice out off the kitchen. "It's so quaint."
I stared at the kitchen door accusingly-since that is the only place I could stare at without him being in the room. "Did you steal this tea?"
There were a few seconds of silence. "It is a good tea. Just enjoy it."
I knew there was no point in arguing so I let it go and slowly sipped my tea, marveling at the taste.
I didn't know where to look so I looked at my forearm. The writing was gone again. But for how long? I wondered rolling the sleeve back down.
"Hey Magnus!" I called into the kitchen.
"Yes, darling?" He poked his head out off the kitchen curiously.
"This writing on my hand thing… When will it stop?" I asked.
"It is supposed to be out of your system by the end of the week." He answered immediately.
"Supposed to?" I asked starting to worry.
"Would it be better if I told you it will be out of your system by the end of the week? " He looked at me questioningly but still with a smile on his face.
"Only if you mean it."
"Ok. Then it WILL be out of your system by the end of the week." He said and grinned widely. I couldn't help giving him a small smile in return.
"You have an amazing smile." He said suddenly. "You should really use it more often." He winked at me and turned back into the kitchen. Leaving me with a fresh blush.
After a few more minutes of me awkwardly sipping my tea and listening to him running around in the kitchen he came out with two plates of spaghetti in his hands.
"Hope you're hungry." He said putting them on the-now fully set-table.
The first few minutes were awkward. We just ate in silence. Him staring at me with interest and me looking up occasionally just to look back down the next second with a slight blush. It seemed he was enjoying making me blush. Which only helped in making me even more self-conscious than usual. Which was a lot. And that is why I was trying to concentrate on the food I was eating-which tasted incredible-and ignoring his wandering gaze.
"Tell me about yourself." He said, finally breaking the silence.
"There is really nothing to tell." I said looking up at him.
"I am sure there is." He insisted.
I just shook my head and took another bite from my-now half-empty plate.
"Favorite color?" He asked after another minute.
Corners of my mouth rose up. He just won't give up. The thought was incredibly pleasant.
"Black." I answered.
"That is technically not a color." He argued pointing his fork at me.
"Yes, it is. It is the color of the dark. It is the easiest to blend into the shadows."
"Why do you want to blend into the shadows?" He asked actually looking interested in what I was saying.
Well, that's a first. I thought before answering. "I don't know. I just do." After a few more seconds I added, "And what is yours?"
He grinned: "Blue."
I blushed and he laughed. We continued like that. Asking question after question as we finished dinner and ended up sitting on the couch-relatively close but I surprisingly didn't mind. The more we talked, the more I was able to relax and all my nervousness and fears flowed out off me. I even found myself laughing. It was like he made it his goal to make me laugh. And I didn't even mind-like I normally would-because I was enjoying his laugh as much as he was mine.
"Give me your leg." He said suddenly.
"What? Why?" I asked confused.
"Just give it here." He reached down and pulled my injured leg up onto his lap.
Just as I was about to protest and ask him what he was doing, he started chanting in a language that was unknown to me. His hands rested over the place where I was injured and blue sparks started flying from the tips of his fingers.
"You don't have to do that." I insisted, feeling his magic flowing from his fingers to my injured skin. "It really is almost healed."
Without stopping the chant, he winked at me and tightened the grip on my leg.
A minute later he let go and sat back with a satisfied smile on his face.
"Thanks." I said putting my-now healed-leg back down on the floor.
"Don't mention it." He said waving his hand nonchalantly and looking me up and down again. This time with slightly narrowed eyes. "Any more?"
"No." I lied.
"Come on Alexander. Show me." He ordered me. Not firmly but with enough concern to make me not want to argue.
So with a deep breath I pulled off my sweater, leaving me in only a short-sleeved white shirt. It was a little too tight for my liking but I could see his gaze passing over my chest with an approving look in his eyes. Along something else I couldn't figure out but made me want to put my sweater back on again.
"Oh, so you do own something that isn't black." He teased with a grin. "Blue or green would have been better. But it is definitely progress."
I tried to ignore his prying eyes as I rolled my sleeve up, exposing my shoulder and the-almost healed but still a little bloody-gash on it.
Magnus looked at it with distaste. "If this is almost healed, I really don't want to know what it looked like before." He mused.
He leaned towards me. I expected him to put his hands on my shoulder like he did with my leg. I definitely didn't expect him to kiss it. I jerked a little in surprise from the sudden contact but he put his hands on my hips, steadying me while he murmured against my skin. I could feel the magic working again so I stayed still and waited for it to be over, marveling at the feeling of his lips on my bare skin. After another minute, he pulled back a little and looked at me. I could feel that the skin on my shoulder was now as flawless as it can be but I didn't look to check. I looked at Magnus instead-who was just inches away from me, still holding my hips. His cat eyes gleamed as he looked at me with something that I couldn't read shining in them. He looked as enchanted with my eyes as I was it his. Looking at him, I couldn't help but miss the feeling of his lips but I didn't get to think about it too much because he leaned in again, pressing his lips to mine. It was short. Just a soft embrace of our lips. Enough for me to want more. As he started to pull away I caught his lips again, not letting him go. He made a pleased sound in the back of his throat as he kissed me back forcefully.
We stayed like that for a few minutes. Just kissing. Locked in an embrace until the need to breathe grew to be too much. As I pulled away, breaking the kiss he moved a little lower to my neck. He pressed his lips to my pulse point and I shivered at the sensation. I could feel him smile in return. His teeth lightly grazed my skin making me jump a little. Then he was driving me crazy with the kissing and nibbling and sucking of the skin there. When I couldn't take it anymore I pulled him back up and pressed his lips to mine again. He seemed more than willing to oblige, deepening the kiss instantly. My hand tangled itself in his hair, tugging at it lightly and I was rewarded with a moan.
So he likes that. I thought doing it again.
My mind was a haze of color and sensation as we kissed again. And again. And again. Our lips soon became swollen so we needed to break away. When we did I glanced towards the window and saw that it has gotten really dark.
"I need to go." I said untangling myself from Magnus-who reluctantly let go-and getting up.
"It's not that late. It's only… " He snapped his fingers and a clock appeared on the wall, "One am."
"One am?!" I asked looking at the clock in disbelief. "Now I really need to go." I started towards the door.
He grabbed my hand stopping me.
"It is dark and there are a lot of big scary demons out there." He said with a smile creeping onto his face. "Now, I know that you are tough and all that but maybe you should stay the night. Just to be safe." His smile turned wicked.
I blushed. "No."
"Very well." He sighed. "I had to try."
He walked me to the door.
"Will I see you again soon?" He asked as I was putting on my jacket.
Was that hopefulness in his voice? No. It can't be. I just imagined it.
"If you want to." I answered not looking at him.
He tilted my chin up so that I had to meet his eyes.
"Always." He whispered just before our lips touched in one last, short and sweet kiss.
After the kiss he reached behind me and yanked the door open.
"Goodbye Alexander. Sweet dreams." He whispered into my ear and pulled back.
"Bye." I turned around and walked out.
"Nice view!" He called after me.
My face filled with heat and in just a matter of seconds knew I was as red as a tomato. I hurried my pace and heard him laugh before he closed the door.
It is not my fault! The healing part was just begging to be written! Magnus kissed it and made it better. I just had to. Anyway, did you like it? Is it good? Magnus has already fallen hard and Alec is fighting it. I don't know how long he will be able to do so. Oh, yeah and some off the parts I took from the books themselves. Like descriptions of the loft and such. Reviews?!