Disclaimer: All Characters Belong to Cassandra Clare

A/N: I know it has been a while, and this one is very short... But I am out of inspiration:( So I just write some fluffy stuff instead of steamy scene. Hope you guys like it despite of how short it is. Any suggestion on what I should write about?

Thanks for reading and wish you all a good day:)

Bonus: Public Kisses

The spring always cheered Magnus up. It was the season of colors and the weather was great. The morning breeze blew through his slightly styled hairs and made Alec's one messier. Said man frowned and ran a hand into his bang, trying to brush them away from his eyes. Magnus sipped his tea before he took Alec's elegant hand.

"How is your family doing?" He had missed him; Alec was away for a visit to his family for three days. It had been three torturous days for Magnus: not having Alec nearby.

Alec glanced up from his cup and he answered after putting it down on the table. It was still early. There wasn't many people in the street and besides them, an elder was reading newspaper at her own corner. Magnus took the opportunity and kissed on the pale knuckles, making Alec stopped in his mid-sentence. "They are fine. My mother – wow Magnus stop!"

Raised a teasing eyebrow, he let go. "What? You don't like me touching you?"

Alec fondled his knuckles where the kisses had been placed, rubbing it with his long sleeve of the stupidly-looking sweater. He was looking at Magnus with the corner of his sapphire eyes, as if directly locking glance with him would reveal his true self. He stuttered, after Magnus kept his stare for a solid minute.

"No… it's just… Stop this okay?"

From the blush on those lovely cheeks, Magnus grinned and determined to take things to another level. Those pinkness suited Alec so well that he wished they wouldn't leave the pale tender skin. And he made it his life goal out of it. So, he leaned over and held Alec's head in place, ignored the weak struggle of his lover and crashed their lips together.

Alec let out a cute noise of surprise, but soon he joined in the battle of dominance. Their tongues tangled while the taste of mornings and teas and coffees exchanged, mixing them into an addictive delicacy which Magnus could not get his hands off. Alec was of black coffee, bitter but the freshness of his green tea overtook it.

The hands on his arms tugged lightly and Magnus pulled away, completely satisfied to see Alec was out of breath and his lips were rosy like the bloom of the spring. Even those irritated match of gray and black of the sweater and jeans couldn't take away Alec's spell on him. God, he was so hooked up on Alec that he could forgive his crime of not following the fashion!

"You know how much I love you, right?" Magnus sighed when Alec nodded instantly, and reacted with an unexpected action: he climbed over to Magnus's laps and cupped his face, pressing himself against the Asiatic man. Magnus's smirk was soon replaced by a passionate kiss, this time slower and more detailed. Instead of fighting like the first time, they danced with each other in perfect harmony and both hummed in pleasure.

As instinct told him to, Magnus's hands braced Alec into his arms and a spare one wandered down along Alec's thigh. Alec didn't jump, much to his wonder, and devoted more into their caressing mouths.

Fingers whisked his jaw and one went to his neck, touching his sensitive area. Magnus used his excellent self-control not to moan out loud. He was in heaven. It didn't matter; the weird looks shooting at them as people passing by. At that moment, all he could think about was Alec was taking the first step, showing the world his love to Magnus.

There was nothing better than this – being loved, and the bravery of admitting it. Magnus enjoyed the concept of Alec owning him, as he did to Alec. And it brought him to the high clouds of euphoria when special moments came, like now. Like how Alec controlled the pace.

For a while, Magnus forgot they were still in public.

"Ah-hm."

Someone cleaned her throat loudly and drew the pair of lovebirds back to reality. They were still sitting in the booth outside, winds tickled their skins. Magnus turned his head around to see the elder was smiling shyly. "Keep them in your pants, young men." Her wrinkled eyes peeked behind the newspaper and Magnus laughed, chest vibrating. Alec slipped off and was back to his seat despite of Magnus's pouting.

With difficulty, Magnus kept his the tugs of his lips down. "So, what were you saying?"

"Nothing," Alec mumbled and fingers tracked back to his cup of black coffee. "We should go home."

"Yes. Home."

Magnus liked the sound of it rolled on his tongue. It reminded him of the precious kiss they just shared. "Come on." He stood, stretched his hand out to Alec.

He smiled, and it brightened Magnus's whole world. The blue-eyed man took his hand and the next second he glued to Magnus's side, head resting on his shoulder as they walked away from the café. Their fingers laced and twisted without any room in between. Magnus inhaled the scent of shampoo from the soft inky hairs and he lifted Alec's chin.

"I want to do more to you back there." He whispered as they stopped at the traffic light. Alec met his feline eyes and he pried. "Like what?" The curiosity in those lake-blue eyes was intriguing. Magnus leaned to Alec's ear, bit gently on the ear. "Things you can't imagine."

"Hm…" Alec moaned lowly. "Maybe you can show me in private first."

"Maybe." He simpered.

Green meant go.