Alice: Hey y'all IT'S ALMOST CHRISTMAS. Anyways Sorry for not posting I get into weird blocks sometimes you know? I've also been really sick since school got out; think of this as an early present.

Jace: It's not even a real chapter.

Alice: Well exCUUUUUSe me for wanting to make sure the next chapter is perfect before writing it! I decided to give you guys a little bonus scene about…. Well you'll see. This is maybe… two months after they started dating each other? I cant remember if I told you how long they were dating in the current timeline of the story but picture it at about a year and two months hehe.

I've never done character narration so review me what you think!

Jace: Tell me more. It's fascinating.

Alice: Thankfully, I don't own him or anyone else in this story.

HERE'S YOUR BONUS

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MAGNUS POV

I had been doing a lot of thinking lately. The majority of said thinking directed towards a certain boy. Alexander Lightwood, that blue-eyed adorable bundle of bows and arrows. I had come to the conclusion that I was head over heels for him, which wasn't easy to admit at first, but a week without seeing him really made one realize that while absence does make the heart grow fonder, it makes it a hell of a lot lonelier too. And it sucked,

'He probably isn't thinking about you this much, don't be needy.'

But not even the thought could stop me from sighing like a prepubescent teenager at the thought of his little body wrapped up in my arms like a California roll. I struggled out of my bed and pulled the comforter over it, I didn't really care how it looked at the moment, so long as I made sure the door was closed on my way out. My coffee tasted bitter today, just how Alexander liked it. I wanted to text him, but he was most likely in the middle of training. With Golden-boy. I just hoped he kept his shirt on, and eyes off MY property. I wonder if he still harbored any romantic feelings towards Jace? Hopefully our last two months had shown him how great a relationship could be with someone who actually felt something back. Well, if not there was always alcohol, and sometimes that was the best choice. I felt a light ruffle of my silk pajama bottoms as the Chairman brushed past me to his food bowl.

"Patient as always hm?"

I poured the food, watching him waste no time devouring it.

"I just don't know what to make of it Chairman. A whole week without so much as a text longer than two words! He's not dead!"

The white fur bristled,

"Yes, I would know. I know everything. Well, almost everything."

This conversation with a feline was getting me nowhere. I had texted him maybe three times over this period of absence, and all he could was that it wasn't a good time, or, he was in the middle of something. I was beginning to think he really had become tired of me. I grabbed my gross coffee and plopped down on the couch, I wasn't in the mood for Project Runway right now.

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ALEC POV

I was freaking out. Ok, maybe that was an understatement, I was FREAKING OUT. It all started about a week ago when I was at Magnus' flat.

"You know, you do have to be back by nine."

"I know, just, one more-" Alec's request was met by a pair of lips locking onto his, then pulling away so suddenly he wasn't even sure they were there in the first place.

"There you are, now please, before you get an angry phone call from your-"

Magnus blinked as Alec pushed his hands into his well-styled hair and pulled softly at it while his lips begged for more attention. Who was he to deny? They stood like that for a moment longer, Magnus' hands around his hips, kneading upwards on his spine and back down, until they pulled away, pressed for breath.

"I really hate to disturb this, mood, you're in, but you have a curfew, little boy."

Looking down at the swollen lips, turned in a slight pout, almost provoked him to lock them both in his room and not give a damn about his entire Shadowhunter family busting down his door. But this was Alec, this was important. He had an impression to make.

"Please, I'll go I promise, one more."

"You said that last time." Magnus brushed back the dark hair blocking his baby-blues, and placed one last lingering kiss on his forehead.

"Ok. Thanks for today."

"No, thank you, Alexander."

Turning away, he wondered when they would get together again, but thought better than to ask. The door was closing but Alec didn't want to go!

"Magnus!"

The head flicked back towards him,

"I l-" All impulsivity left him, standing there with his hand over his mouth, looks like instinct won.

"Regretfully, I don't speak mute." Magnus chuckled deeply in his throat.

"I, uh, g'night."

And with that he was off, sprinting as fast as his legs could take him, even though he knew there was nothing to run from.

Do you see my dilemma? I ALMOST… I can't even say it. I almost said something that I don't even say to my parents. Not that I'd mean it in the same way if I said it to my- wait- forget I said anything. The point is I am completely and utterly in love with Magnus Bane the High Warlock of Brooklyn, and I don't quite know what to do about it. I mean, I want to tell him, but what if he didn't feel the same, or he thought I was moving too fast? Granted, I was the one who refused to take it to the, uhm, bedroom. No matter how much I stink at lying, telling the truth is sometimes just as hard, which is why for the last seven days I haven't been saying anything at all. I get up, train, eat, train, hunt, and sleep. Despite the relaxing demeanor, I feel like I've been eaten by a Ravener demon. Twice. Magnus texted me once or twice, but I couldn't type more than a few words back to him. There was no way I could be within ten feet of him with this weighing on my mind!

"Alec!"

My sister stomped up the stairs and threw open my bedroom door. I really need to remember to lock that.

"You need to get out of the Institute."

"You know I'm not really one for parties Iz," I tried to laugh it off like I didn't know what she was referring to.

"Well I don't care where you go, but it better be at least five hundred paces AWAY from this room."

Well that's inconvenient; the flat is five hundred thirty eight paces if I walk as slow as possible, and right now that seemed to be my only option.

"Alright, alright. I'm going see?" I picked up my weapons belt and jumped off my bed.

"Did you and Magnus have a fight or something?"

Shit.

"What would make you think that?"

She closed my door behind us, signifying my defeat at remaining indoors.

"You usually jump at the chance to go see him, how long has it been?"

"Maybe a week."

"Angel! Why the divorce?!"

Sure, she could laugh at it as much as she liked, but I was having some really contradicting emotions right now. Maybe this was the push I needed to finally get this off my chest.

"Izzy I need some advice."

She stopped in the hall and eyed me like I was about to confess something way less innocent than first love.

"Go on."

"I- well you see.. I-am-in-love-with-Magnus-and-I-don't-know-what-to-do."

I'm pretty sure I'm sweating but that felt good. At least someone other than me knows it now.

"Well what are you waiting for?"

"Excuse me?"

She grabbed my hand and drove us down the staircase to the front door,

"Alec if you come back here without having told him how you feel, I will personally see to it that you are a peace offering to the spider-demons sitting hungry in the subway tunnel on the south-side!"

Ok, definitely the push I needed. Before she could shove me out I turned to give her a hug. She tensed, but then relaxed and wrapped her manicured hands around my back.

"I'm happy you found someone to be this nervous about." She grinned.

"What, you and Jace aren't enough already?" We both laughed and I was on my way before she could yell good luck.

I'd like to say that encouragement lasted me all the way to his front door, but my nerves settled in about two thirds of the way there. The only reason I didn't turn back was the thought of spiders dancing around my lassoed body courtesy of my little sister.

'Come on Alec, courage.'

I decided to run the rest of the way with the key he'd given me three weeks ago tight in my hand, maybe I could escape this anxiety running through my veins. It began to pour.

'But what if he doesn't feel the same?'

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I don't know why clients weren't buzzing in and out as per usual; the one time I need something to distract me. Maybe it was just too good to be true that someone like that would be with someone like me. Understandable of course considering the circumstances, I've never been one to wallow in self-pity though; there was simply no way around it. On my way over to the kitchen to refill Chairman's bowl, I noticed it had begun to rain.

"Looks like a real storm tonight, you'd better stay under the bed if you don't want more grey hairs."

I guess I was the only one out of the two of us who found that funny, because now I was alone in the room.

"Back to brain-numbing TLC it is then."

I really needed to get my mind off of, him. So I made my way back towards the-

There was a bang to my right and before I knew it none other than Alexander himself was tackling me to the floor.

"I love you!"

Wow. So he did feel the same. At that moment I was pretty sure my heart leapt into Chairman Meow's food bowl ten feet away. This was coming as a bit of a shock, but I knew exactly what I had to say back.

"I love you too, Alexander."

That felt better than I expected. I pulled his chin towards me for a kiss, and then I noticed the tears making their way down his face.

"Why the tears? Isn't this supposed to make someone happy?"

He blinked and turned red faster than you can say embarrassment, and turned his head down, obviously not wanting to face me. But I was having none of that, not today, and not after a whole week.

"I mfnagndmm."

"Ok, definitely not any of the 56 languages I speak, although startlingly close to Swahili, well done."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm no good at this I couldn't say it for a while before and you're so great I thought you might not say it back I just- I don't know why I'm just happy I'm sorry-"

I cut off that adorable mouth with a simple kiss, hopefully enough to cease his eyes from watering. When I pulled away he looked slightly dazed.

"You, my love, have some self-confidence issues."

I flipped us so I could tower over him,

"But that's alright, I'm willing to help you out with that."

My face was so close to his, I could feel the heat emanating from his cheeks. His pale hands placed themselves on either side of my head and we were kissing again, I trailed along his bottom lip, asking for an opening, which he granted in much less than a week's time. I tilted my head to gain better access to his delicious mouth, ah how I had missed this. When I had ravaged his lips enough I moved down to his neck, sucking at his pulse point until it was red enough to rival his cheeks.

"Ma-hnn-Magnus." I could listen to his moans for hours.

"Yes, gorgeous?" I purred against his cool skin.

"I love you."

"Well yes, you already said that. But thanks for the reiteration."

He smiled and sat up, ending our little session abruptly.

"I love you!"

Ok? This is a little strange. Seeing him in the full light of my loft I realized he was soaking wet from the storm. Looks like all that excitement over his confession worked itself into a fever. I would chastise him for running here without a coat later, but right now I had to deal with his one.

"Alright Alexander, let's get you in bed."

He frowned, and began to run his hands all over my cheeks and face like a blind sculptor.

"But I don't wanna."

This wasn't going to be an easy battle, uphill both ways most likely, but it would all be worth it in the end I suppose.

"Well you have to, sorry about that." I stood up and tried to pry him off the carpet, but he was having none of it. I was beginning to understand that acting like a child meant he was either really sick, or really tired.

"No! I need to stay with you!"

I sighed, there was no way to win with him self-stapled to my rug.

"How about some Project Runway then, we can stay on the couch alright?"

His eyes were sort of glazed over, no doubt contemplating the offer, then he smiled, it was probably the cutest thing, if it weren't so obvious he was out of his mind with sickness.

"Ok."

I scooped him up in my arms and marched us to the couch. Snapping up a few blankets I rested him on top of my chest with my back to the cushions and turned on the flat-screen.

Within a minute he was conked out, face snuggled warmly into my cotton t-shirt, it was a dress-down day, alright? I took the silent chance to snap him into some warm flannel pajamas and kissed his jet-black hair.

"I love you, Alexander Lightwood, more than you could ever imagine."

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Alice: Well there you have it, their first "I love you's"

Jace: How cliché

Alice: Ahem, it's not my best work I must say, but I needed to give you guys some sort of present! Expect the next real chapter to be up soonish, what with winter break I should be doing better with updating! Review if you love it, if not, ehh