It's been freaking FOREVER! I'm not so good with the motivation stuff...I'm like I'LL DO IT! and then...I don't. I'm sorry. :(

"I think we missed our dinner reservation," Magnus Bane pointed out.

Alec sighed happily and rolled over, draping a pale arm over his unclothed partner (lying unabashedly on top of the wrinkled covers, much to Alec's chagrin). "Oops."

After a quiet moment, the warlock groaned. "Need…food…" he complained, shifting as if to get up, then falling back on the warm blankets. "We should go get some."

The only movement was Alec lazily opening his eyes to challenge Magnus. "Yup," he agreed with a grin, "you probably should."

Magnus flipped his hand over in front of his face, examining his manicure. The sparkly blue complimented his skin tone nicely, he though, bringing out his tan. His cat eyes glinted slyly as he drawled, "You're on top of me, dear." Alec flushed. "The logical solution is for you to get up."

With more grumbling than the movement warranted, Alec dragged his arm off his companion's chest. "Okay, you can go now. You're closer to the door, anyway."

Magnus Bane stuck out his lower lip and clasped his hands. "But I don't wanna get up…"

Alec grinned and rubbed Magnus' arm seductively. "Poor baby," he crooned, his hand now sweeping over the warlock's tight stomach while said warlock's eyes opened wide in surprise. As Alec's warm palm began to creep lower, Magnus practically purred.

Relaxed as he was, it took Magnus too long to register when Alec suddenly tensed, and his frantic grab at the covers didn't slow his fall from the bed. Snootily, Magnus picked himself up off the floor. "That's fighting dirty," he pouted, sticking out his tongue.

Alec stretched out luxuriously on the bed he now had all to himself. "But since you're already up…" he hinted subtly.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Magnus grumbled, unable to completely suppress a smile at Alec's uncharacteristic playfulness. "Food."

He slipped on a satiny robe from the vanity, gracefully enough not to disturb the sundry moisturizers, gels, and make up scattered around. He stalked to the door, playing up his injured pride, before Alec called him back.

"Magnus?" The warlock turned. "Thank youuu," the Shadowhunter said, grinning like an angel. "For what it's worth, I think you're very chivalrous."

Magnus Bane smiled just as angelically and laid a hand lightly over his chest. "How sweet…It simply warms my-" Drawing out his last word, he glanced down at his unbelted robe and enjoyed Alec's embarrassed blush.

Alec cut him off. "The cockles of your heart," he interrupted, defensively muttering "I know the saying" as Magnus looked on with a shit-eating grin.

With another suggestive downward look, Magnus chuckled. "Something like that," he said, and swept off to get food.