Heyyy…so I haven't posted in ages, mainly because I haven't had any reviews for two chapters! *sad face*. Oh well. I'm enjoying writing this and I know what's going to happen in the next chapter so that might be posted more quickly than usual…

Ok so I might have forgotten to do a disclaimer in my last chapter…and the chapter before that…well in all the chapters basically so I'm doing one now.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters … or places … or ships … just the plot. That privilege goes to the almighty Cassandra Clare, who has the ultimate power to break our fangirl hearts. Damn.

The next few days went much the same as the first.

Every night I called Magnus; then snuck out of the institute to visit him. I found myself not being able to concentrate on my training; Jace nearly always beat me, but I really couldn't care less. I was addicted to Magnus. He was my drug – and a rather enjoyable one too. Every time I saw him he seemed to grow more and more beautiful, and as for his kisses – I just couldn't get enough.

One night I was led on my bed thinking about – oh, guess what? – Magnus. The last time I had seen him he had shown me movies from the mundane world – such as Mean Girls and LOL and, on a completely different genre, X- Men and Thor. I had to admit, the last two were pretty good, but I just could not fathom how Magnus got even a scrap of enjoyment from the former two, apart from laughing about how overdramatic the characters were being about their mundane little problems in their mundane little lives.

Aside from the first two dreadful movies, I had still enjoyed myself that evening; curled up with Magnus on his sofa with fizzy drinks and salted popcorn, I could almost imagine what it would be like living a normal life where I didn't have to hide so much; where I would not be judged so severely. Magnus had that effect on me: when I was with him, all the good emotions were enhanced, and all the bad ones pushed down almost to the point of being non-existent. And I loved that about him.

Anyway, I was lying on my bed, thinking, when my phone buzzed with a text. I reached over for my phone and opened up the message – which was from Magnus.

Let me in! It's pouring outside!

I sat up straight and in a second I had my jacket on and was heading out to the front door of the institute, a silence rune still burning on my arm. Why was Magnus here, now? What if we were caught? As happy as I was that I was going to see him again, I was still worried that my parents or Jace would see us together and they would … well, hate me. Angel, I sound like the main character from LOL. Magnus told me the actress went a little loopy and started stripping and singing about, and on, wrecking balls. He even showed me a clip of her in action. I shuddered and hurried to open the door.

Magnus immediately hurried inside, water droplets dripping from his rain-dulled neon yellow jacket and red skinny jeans. His hair hung limp over his face and his makeup was smudged under his eyes. He shook his head, pelting me with raindrops.

"Magnus!" I protested, then, remembering where I was, I said more quietly, "Magnus! What are you doing here?"

"Seeing my angelic boyfriend, of course." Magnus replied with a smile, before snapping his fingers; his clothes suddenly became completely dry, his hair artfully rumpled, his makeup unsmudged. "Or am I not allowed to do that?" He fake-pouted. Which was really sexy, by the way. Not that I really noted it. Or was staring. No way.

I sighed in slight exasperation, a small smile playing around my lips. "You know I can't resist when you look at me like that."

"Like what, Alexander?" Magnus said innocently, staring up at me through his eyelashes. I groaned. "You're not playing fair!" I whined, but, though I wouldn't admit it, I liked this kind of Magnus, playful and teasing and fun. In fact, I liked every kind of Magnus, though I was sure I hadn't met them all yet.

Magnus's eyes darkened. "You're doing it now." He said in a low voice. I was bewildered. "Doing what?"

Magnus leaned close, brushing his lips across mine, then trailing them across my jaw and along to below my ear. "Pouting, Alexander." His tongue rolled across my name, almost purring it, and I shivered.

"Magnus," I breathed cautiously, "my parents … Jace …"

Magnus pulled away from me abruptly, a strange expression on his face. "Right." He said, "wouldn't want to upset your golden Angel."

"My golden Angel?" I said. "what? You – oh. You mean Jace." Magnus raised one eyebrow. The expression made him look really hot. Oh wow … I blushed. Stay on target, Alec, I warned myself. Magnus seemed to take the blush the wrong way; his face hardened and he exhaled roughly.

"That's right," he muttered, "get all blushy over him." I looked down. "Actually, I wasn't." I mumbled. It was barely audible.

"What was that?"

"I said, I wasn't." I said louder, looking at him this time.

"Then what, might I ask," Magnus said coldly, "were you blushing about?" And then, guess what he did. He raised his eyebrow again! I blushed even harder, and said, louder than I'd intended, "Goddammit! Would you stop doing that?"

"Doing what?" Magnus replied, bewildered.

"You're – you -," I stuttered, then sighed. "You raised your eyebrow, and I automatically thought about how it – how it made you look. And then you did it again, just now." Magnus's eyes widened for a moment; then he recovered himself, a small, evil smile slowly curving through his mouth. That mouth … Alec! I chided myself – again. "And how did it make me look, exactly?" He said, feigning nonchalance. Oh, two could play that game.

"It made you look extremely sexy, and all I wanted to do was ravish you right then, but you were currently in a huff with me over nothing, so I couldn't."

Magnus stared at me, his mouth slightly open. That was obviously not the answer he expected. Then he grabbed my arm, led me to my own bedroom and shut the door quietly but quickly behind us.

"How did you-" I started, meaning to ask how he had known where my bedroom was, but I was interrupted by a pair of extraordinarily sparkly lips crashing onto my own, and a warm and firm body pressing me against the door. Needless to say, this interruption was entirely welcome.

Magnus cupped the right side of my face, whilst his other hand gripped my waist, sending waves of fire through my body. I slid my arms around his neck, one hand just resting on his chest, one hand tangling in his hair. I was glad he hadn't gelled it up today.

Our lips moved in synchronisation. I decided to be bold today and traced the shape of Magnus's lips with my tongue; without hesitation, he granted me access to the inside of his mouth and his tongue expertly tangled with mine. Our heavy breaths mingled as I tugged gently on his hair, then harder when he moaned softly.

I was very aware of his right hand, which rested on my waist. I felt it slowly slip further downwards, then his thumb slid underneath the hem of my t-shirt, where it lightly skimmed, up and down, making me shiver. I grew frustrated – why couldn't he just hurry up with the whole hand-under-the-t-shirt thing – so I took my hand off of his chest and put it over his; I guided it under my t-shirt and over my bare skin. When I was happy with its position I took my hand out and placed it back on his chest, this time to gently push him backwards until the back of his knees hit the edge of my bed. I pushed him into a sitting position, and straddled his hips. By now we were extremely out of breath; Magnus pulled back a little, resting our foreheads together.

"My, my, aren't we in a dominant mood today?" He said breathlessly. I replied only with a noncommittal "mmm" before leaning down to capture his lips again, surprising him so he moaned into my mouth. This happened to be the moment Jace walked into my room - without knocking.

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