Magnus let Alec pull them together again, their lips crashing together, and Manus didn't want it to end.
Just as Magnus was about to move his lips down to Alec's neck, a phone rang, and the two broke apart.
Magnus watched as Alec pulled out his phone, and answered, "Hello?"
Magnus could only hear Alec's side of the conversation, so he only heard: "What do you want Jace? Yes. We'll be back at the Penhallows' in twenty minutes. Bye."
AS he hung up, he turned to Magnus. "I'm sorry, Magnus," he said. "I have to-" he started, but was cut off as Magnus pulled him closer one more time.
"See you later?" Magnus asked, watching Alec, his chest rapidly rising and falling, his eyes wide, a flush on his cheeks.
"I'll try," he panted, standing up and looking around the house. "Where's Shelby?"
"I don't know," Magnus answered. "Ragnor! Come in here!"
A few moments later, a green figure appeared. "What the hell do you want, Magnus?" he asked, clearly annoyed.
"Where's my sister?" Alec asked, his voice stern, his face once again pale.
"Relax. She just got a little tried and asked if she could lie down. You two were in here, so she couldn't exactly lie down on the couch, and she didn't want t to risk Magnus's room, so I let her take a nap on my bed." He looked at Alec, whose face was almost completely drained of color. "I'll get here if you want."
"Thanks," Alec replied, his eyes on Ragnor as he walked away.
The two stayed in the room for a minute or two, when Shelby walked in with Ragnor, bags under her eyes.
"Shelby, we have to get to the house. Fast."
"Why?" she whined. "I'm really tired."
"Jace called a few minutes ago," Alec said, his voice serious. "I told him we'd be at the house in twenty minutes."
Shelby sighed, giving in. "Fine. We'd better hurry, though," she said. "I'll see you two later," she said to Ragnor and Magnus.
"See you later," Ragnor and Magnus said at the same time.
"Shelby!" a voice shouted from over Shelby, but she was so tired, she mistook the voice for someone else's.
"Five more minutes, Alec," Shelby mumbled, and went to smack the figure next to her, but instead smacked a mattress. "Alec? Where are you?"
"In the living room with Magnus. Oh, and BTW, this is Ragnor." This caused her eyes to fly open, now fully awake. She sat up, and saw on her other side, a green figure, a grin lighting up his face.
"Holy shit, Ragnor!" she whisper-shouted. "What happened?"
"Uh, Alec's looking for you," he answered, standing up and offering his hand.
"Fine." Shelby took his hand, and looked into his black eyes. She found herself seemingly lost in those eyes, when she was pulled off the bed and onto her feet. "Thanks," she added as she was guided back to the living room.
When they walked in, Alec was staring at her. Before she could register anything else, he said, "Shelby, we have to get to the house. Fast."
"Why? I'm really tired," she whined, not wanting to leave-what was she thinking? Relationships between Shadowhunters and Downworlders were forbidden. She'd be dead if the Clave found out.
"Jace called a few minutes ago. I told him we'd be at the house in twenty minutes," he answered, his voice and face serious.
She sighed. When her brother put it that way, it made it very impossible to argue. "Fine. We'd better hurry, though." She turned to Ragnor, and then to Magnus, who had been sitting silently on the couch. "I'll see you two later."
"See you later," they replied, and Shelby and Alec rushed home, making it in a record ten minutes.
"There you guys are," Izzy said, giving them both big hugs while Jace walked in the room. "I was starting to get worried about you two."
"I was worried about them, too," Jace commented.
"Well, you don't have to worry anymore," Alec muttered, a scowl on his face, and went upstairs to their room.
"Well," Jace said after a tense moment. "I take it you guys had fun."
Ragnor was walking next to them. The one. The one he was meant for.
He looked to his right, and saw the blue eyes he loved. He stared into them for what felt like hours.
"Quit staring Ragnor," a voice teased, but it wasn't the voice he knew. It wasn't the voice he wanted to hear. Instead, it sounded like a child's voice.
He finally pulled his eyes away, and saw what he should have noticed before-the blond hair. He looked again, and saw Clay, the one he had never wanted to see again.
He bolted up in his bed, sweat forming on his brow. He started to feel himself heating up, and threw the covers off of himself, cold air hitting his legs and chest.
"Clay?" he whispered to himself. "Why on God's green earth would I dream about Clay?"
After getting himself a glass of scotch, Ragnor eventually went back to bed, finally falling back asleep.
This time, there was no walking, just lips pressed together in a controlled urgency. He ran his hands through the raven black hair, soft as silk. He felt her hands at the edge of his shirt, sliding them under the material.
"I love you, Ragnor," she muttered against his lips.
"I love you, too," he said back.
They continued to kiss, Shelby's nails lightly digging into the skin at Ragnor's back.
"Please don't leave me," he whispered, moving his lips down to the pale skin of her throat. "Ever."
"I don't plan on it," she mumbled against his ear.