Cutie Pie

That weekend I spent in my room cocooned in my blankets watching reruns on television without really seeing them. My mind kept spinning around what happened Friday. It still didn't seem real, but the burning taste had still been on my mouth even when I returned home, and I didn't eat any of the nachos.

Magnus and I had parted ways shortly after the kiss. He was bombarded with phone calls and I wasn't up for conversation so with a "See ya Monday." and a "Yeah." we parted ways. He heading uptown me back downtown. I wondered where he lived, and if it was nicer than my place.

Now I was still tangled in blankets and sheets having succeeded in staying inside my lair for a solid 32 hours without being disturbed. The record was broken as my stepbrother started banging on the door calling my name. I groaned and buried my head under a mountain of pillows trying to ignore him. It didn't work of course, this is Jace we're talking about. Stubborn gets his way and never shuts up. So without permission he walked into my room and pounced onto my bed.

"Gah!" I yelp startled. "Jesus Christ." I hissed removing a pillow so I could glare at the smirking golden boy.

"I prefer Jace." He said smugly and I just rolled my eyes. "Come on you've been a burrito long enough, we're going to a party tonight." He began pulling me out of my nest that I so painstakingly made to be perfectly messy.

I pulled away from him and slumped back against the mattress with a satisfying groan. "I don't want to go out. I'm fine slothing in my room for the rest of this dull Sunday."

"Slothing? That's a deadly sin, and as your brother I shall save you from damnation by dragging you to a raging party on the Upper East Side." His smile turned victorious even though I continued to glare at him.

Jace turned to leave but paused in the doorway, an evil gleam to his angelic eyes that always seem to see right through me. I never liked that. I always felt like my privacy was being invaded. "I will sick Izzy on you if I have too. She's going and you know how she likes to make a scene when she arrives." He threatened and I knew I had lost.

"Fine." I groaned loudly tossing a pillow at him and he just laughed as he left.

God my sister. I swear she'll kill me one of these days if Magnus doesn't do it first.

"This is where the party is?" Jace ogled the huge made over warehouse that had four floors and each seemed to be filled with partygoers.

"Yep." Isabelle said proudly with her hands on her hips.

"What kind of party is it? Who's party is it?" I asked shifting uncomfortably on my feet. Now I wished I had taken Izzy's advice and changed. I was wearing a pair of woren blue jeans and a sweater that had a frayed hem and holes in the cuffs -I don't care for fashion. If it covers me I'm fine with it.

"Don't know. Some kid at school sent out a mass email inviting everyone. Now come along." Izzy said pulling Simon up the front steps by his arm. He blushed staring at Izzy like she was a queen, maybe because that's how she acts, but it was still cute.

Jace and Clary were having another one of their fights so she followed after Simon with crossed arms and in a skirt so short it rivaled my sister's scandalous attire. Jace huffed and looked at me and we made out way up. And I mean up. No elevator and four flights of stairs to the top floor and home to the main attraction.

Techno pop music blasted from some unseen speakers around the flat while a horde of bodies danced, swayed, and ground together to the fast beat song. Izzy, Simon, and Clary were all out of sight and blended into the mass of partygoers by the time Jace and I arrived. I wanted to leave and go back to my soft blankets and hide from this insanity, but Jace dragged me to the also crowded kitchen where bottles and cans were lined up to drink. Finger foods scattered across messy trays were placed on the expensive looking dinning table.

"Here." Jace said thrusting a bottle of some foreign drink into my hands the cap popped off and tossed back onto the counter with others.

"No I-" I began but Jace glared at me. Clary must have really pissed him off.

"Alec shut up and drink. It's a party, live a little before you die an old man at only eighteen." He complained grabbing himself a drink. He clanked his bottle against mine in a sign of 'cheers' then tilted his head back and drank a good mouthful of it before lowering it to stare around the room.

"Is that Jonathan hitting on Clary?" Jace suddenly asked pointing outside of the kitchen. I followed his finger to see a chair where Clary sat fluttering her eyelashes at a tall, pale blond haired boy with dark eyes and a sinister smile that hands down beat Jace's. Jonathan was on Jace's hockey team and spent most of their games in the penalty box.

"Even if I say no you're still going to go over there and fight." I stated over the pounding music. Jonathan touched Clary's forearm and looking back at Jace his jaw was clenched tight. He was boiling with anger, his golden eyes almost molten. Man, what did they fight about now?

"No I'm not." He fought but I could see the resolve already cracking from the stress.

Jonathan's hand moved up Clary's arm and down her back and she giggled. Brushing a curly lock of red hair behind her ear while he leaned down to whisper in her ear. That seemed to be the breaking point for Jace, because he stormed across the party pushing people aside without apologizing until he was pulling Jonathan to his feet. Normally I would back Jace up but tonight surrounded by people there was no point. Jace was more popular than Jonathan and that always pissed Morgenstern off. I slipped out of the kitchen and down the hall with my drink still in hand.

I was in search of somewhere a little more quiet but that didn't seem possible. The music filled every crack of the flat and then some. As I past by closed doors I heard noises of pleasure, I blushed lowered my head and hurried along until I came to a slightly more calm gathering in a room full of couches and lit by candles. It wasn't quiet but the chatter of the rooms occupants were hushed and no one seemed to notice my arrival, they were all preoccupied with their small groups around them.

"If it isn't Alexander Lightwood." Hummed a beautiful yet nerve rackingly familiar voice. It came from behind me and like a robot I turned around to meet those impossibly green eyes and that wicked smile with those ever soft lips. My legs began shaking slightly.

"Hey." I greeted and Magnus' smirk grew wider.

"I didn't know you would be attending this function." He said gesturing to the raging party around us.

"Same." I muttered looking away from his face, using my drink as an excuse. It was fizzy and tasted like mixed berries.

He laughed long and hard. I stared at him confused. Was what I said really that funny? I didn't understand it, but still felt embarrassed.

"I see you've found the refreshments, how're you feeling?" He asked pointing a neon green nail at my drink. If I was honest I felt okay, kinda warm, but mostly flustered. I didn't know how to face Magnus after our kiss at the bar, but he didn't seem to remember that.

"Fine." I answered with a shrug. He chuckled and grabbed my arm. "Where are we going?" I asked as he pulled me through the hall.

"Oh you'll see, Cutie Pie." He winked back at me and I think my heart stopped for an immeasurable amount of time. My heart returned to beating when Magnus pulled a door open and slammed it shut behind us. Instead of steady paces the organ in my chest hammered wildly against my ribs threatening to break free and kill me.

"N-nice rooms in this place." I said looking around the dimly lit bedroom. A giant four poster in the middle and dark furniture decorated it, it looked like a guest room rarely used.

"You think?" Magnus muttered pulling me closer. Our chests touched and my breath hitched in my throat.

He can totally feel how fast my heart is beating. Crap!

I nodded and before I knew it his mouth was on mine, our lips moving wildly. I surprised myself with my reaction, there was no hesitation or moment of shock like Friday. I was completely ready for this one, kissing Magnus Bane had been in my mind all weekend.

One of his hands had found its way into the back pocket of my jeans, and the other stoked the bare skin of my lower back and my knees wanted to give out but I forced energy into them. I fumbled with my bottle until I managed to set it on the dresser just behind Magnus, then I wound my hands into his ever perfect black locks. Sparkles rain down around us as my hands worked through his hair. Our tongues fighting against each other then Magnus did something with his that was like rolling r's but softer and ... Well awesome. So awesome I moaned in the back of my throat and I could feel him smirk into the kiss.

A moment later I pulled back for air, but Magnus didn't stop. His mouth travelled down the side of my neck and it was too much. My legs gave out and I stumbled backwards bringing Magnus with me as we fell onto the bed. He laughed into the crook of my neck sending tingles down my spine but he didn't stop kissing me. Did I mention it was awesome, because it was.

His mouth moved back to mine as he perched himself over me with his hands on either side of my head. My hands moved from his hair and under his shirt and up the flat plains of his stomach and chest. I think he trembled but then again it could have been me since he dragged his knee up the outside of my left thigh.

"Such a cutie." Magnus chuckled pulling away and looking down at me. My face filled with blood and I wanted to hide but I couldn't do that pinned under a glitter obsessed smartass.

Magnus was lowering his mouth back to mine when we heard a crash. Breaking glass or pottery. He paused only an inch away and groaned, his breath smelled like alcohol and something fruity. He pulled away and sat next to me running a hand through his hair before bounding to his feet. I couldn't stop the pout that overcame my expression.

"Come along I have a feeling it's your brother." He said gesturing for me to follow, and I did.

"You know that Jace and I are brothers?" I asked surprised.

Magnus smiled over his shoulder as he opened the door. "Oh I know quite a lot Alexander. My spies are everywhere." He winked, but I couldn't shake the feeling he wasn't entirely joking.

"Call me Alec." I said following him out of the room and down the hall.

"Does Cutie Pie not work for you?" He teased and I blushed again.

If its coming from you, no. I wanted to say but there were too many people around.