I think everyone'll like this chapter, despite the...odd pairing.

Cuz Magnus!

Magnus remembered the very day, the hour, when the mutual attraction and sexual tension finally reached a boiling point and spilled over.

The diamond had shone bright, bright like her eyes, and she gathered her hair in her hands as he fastened the delicate chain around her shining-pale neck. And she'd shivered when his hands brushed her neck, and he let them for a long moment, then forced himself to pull away. She turned to him then, and he saw her shiver again and he gathered her into his arms, and she gasped and looked up, and then everything was...different.

She felt it to.

She resisted the impulse, and he did not, and he leaned down and kissed her. And pulled away quickly, leaving her pressed against him, face tilted up, damp lips slightly parted. Her heart against his chest was racing, and a furious blush spread across her cheeks as her hazel eyes fluttered open and she realized what'd just happened.

But the look in her eyes...

It wasn't dislike. Rather, the opposite. She wanted more, he knew. And he couldn't say he didn't either. But she was Will's, and he'd sworn to protect her. Not take advantage of her as soon as her husband died.

...Fuck it. The Herondale was probably with the other boy; everyone knew they were practically together anyway.

It was more fitting for Tessa to be with him than Will though–Will was mortal and she not. Magnus was.

That was what they shared what made them so close: they were two ageless beings caught in the river of Time, stick in an endless dance, flirting with death, waltzing with sin...though their most prevalent sin was love. It was more so lust than love, but...how could you not grow to admire your protector, and how could you not learn to love the person entrusted to you?

She was plain, yes: chestnut hair and hazel eyes, quiet, serious. Brave, intelligent, daring.

And he was the exact opposite; dark hair and emerald-gold eyes, loud, playful, mischievous. He didn't care—he didn't care about love, or money, or life, or anything: it wasn't like he'd be hurt, for long.

But she made him care.

And as for she...He kept flitting about on the corners of her vision: a pair of winking green-gold eyes, flashing white teeth in a bronzed face, glitter in dark hair, a trail of magic, a loud laugh, the promise of something dangerous and seductive and altogether

Forbidden.

Yes, he was everywhere, even in her dreams.

Yes, they had many...rendezvous, in the past 200 or so years, but nothing ever developed. It was a mutual understanding: this "relationship" was fragile, unstable. One of them would always leave as soon as the want, the lust, the need, began to change into...into love.

The first time he began to love the forbidden had been in Paris, ironically. That was when Magnus broke his promise to the Herondale boy, William. He left her. Not like it would last—it was impossible for them to not meet, small as the world was, vast as time was. It was almost as if she was trying to get him to want her; hard enough as it already was.

Because he did want her, however much he tried to deny it. When she was a lady in France and he was dancing with her, her heavy skirts weighed her down so much so that on the twirls, he couldn't lift her up to make her fly–he had to instead settle for a more mundane approach of spinning her round and round on the ground.

She didn't know it was he for his glamour, but he could tell she was starting to guess as, throughout the night, she relaxed with him and moved with him in a way she did with no one else; when they weren't dancing, she kept glancing at him when she thought he wouldn't notice. But her gaze burned into his back as he laughed with the other girls, who threw themselves at him, intrigued by his mysterious aura.

And when she finally guessed, she fled.

And the cycle repeated into the next life, and the next.

There was the time when she was a Chinese princess, and he was her warrior, and when she was a maid and he a duke, and she a priestess and her pharaoh. It was almost a game, he supposed, of who could find the other first, unmask their identity without being found out.

It happened every lifetime.

Almost.

They times when they didn't meet...it wasn't...right. But he learned to deal with it, as did she.

It was just the memories that hurt. Memories of waking up to see her beautiful, innocent face next to him, memories of stealing kisses in darkened alcoves, memories of walking in twilight, memories of fighting, memories of laughing.

That's what hurt most.

Their final separation...it had gone well, at least. He tried to keep it like that, but sometimes...sometimes it just didn't work. He was a "normal" man, and had met her, also "normal", and the had been actually dating.

It was normal, mundane.

He hated it. He could tell she knew it was he, but for some reason, they both stayed. Even as he began to fall for her again, and she as well. He felt like nothing could make this lifetime fall apart, but then...

Camille found him again.

And he had to leave, and forget her, forget their (for once) shared love.

It was too

Forbidden.

But then...

Tessa barely moved her head as she heard his voice behind her. "Look, that girl there, the little redhead? She's developing her Sight."

The barest shrug. "So?"

Magnus' fingers lighty trailed across the small of Tessa's back, and she shivered at his touch, so alien, yet familiar. "She's the daughter of Jocelyn Fairchild."

If you couldn't tell, it's previewing City Of Bones...

Welp. That's the end of Forbidden, thanks for reading this far, guys

I really do appreciate it, all the follows and faves, despite the lack of reviews =_=

But anyway, yeah. Thanks!