18. Date

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Imagine going on a date with someone and Raphael gets jealous.

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"Did you dress up like that for me?"

"You wish." You answer with a smile as you walk past Raphael and head to the door, "I have a date tonight."

"Huh...really?"

"Yes really." You huff, "You make it sound like that's impossible for me." Sticking out your tongue, you turn around and leave.

The two of you occasionally had a thing, nothing serious though you were just friends most of the time. While that was fine with you, sometimes you wished for something more than just sex so you decided to go on a date with Jace since he had always flirted with you.

Raphael uneasily drummed his fingers on the table. Sure, you weren't together but he didn't like the thought of you being with someone else at all and a shadowhunter of all people to make it worse. He knew he had no right to tell you to stay, though the restless feeling in his stomach got more intense with every minute that you were gone until he finally had enough.

"A restaurant?" You suddenly hear Raphael's voice and both you and Jace turn around to look at him, "Seriously if you knew anything about her you'd know that her ideal date is watching movies and eating popcorn at home..." He says before he grabs your arm and pulls you away before Jace gets a chance to react.

"What was that about you jerk? Thanks for ruining my date."

"You didn't look like you had much fun besides he's not who you really want."

"How'd you know? I had a great time!"

"No...you didn't." He pushes you back against a nearby house but stops and gently takes your hand in his. His other hand is stroking your arm lightly, fingers dancing across your skin, "You want me."

"What makes you so sure about that." You hiss, still angry at him but your resolution was slowly disappearing.

"The way you look at me and the fact that you don't step back even though I'm gradually coming closer to you." He ends his sentence with a smirk, his face only a few centimetre's away from your own.

You bite your lip and continue to stare at him until he finally kisses you. It's different this time, not full of passion like usual but gentle and loving.

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