Alec's POV
My thoughts overcame me as I made my way to the restaurant which Magnus had made reservations at. It was weird how through all this madness such normal event could still happen tonight. Well I say normal but you never know with Magnus. I walked into the restaurant he had chosen. It was a Cuban restaurant. I suppose I should have expected it, apparently Cuba was one of his favourite countries before it got 'boring'. I looked around and spotted him by the window, dressed in some deep blue jeans, a brown poncho and some brown boots. Apparently he had decided to go for the cowboy look. But of course the ensemble would not be complete without a dose of glitter. I strode towards him and sat down opposite at the window.
'Alexander, darling, I feel like I haven't seen you in ages.'
'Magnus, we live together, I saw you this morning.' I replied
'Exactly.' He said. 'All this clave stuff has you all wrapped up so it's time to do something fun!' I groaned. I'm not sure that Magnus' definition of fun was the same as mine. But by his tone of voice I could already tell that he had already done something more… Outlandish than I would have chosen.
'What have you done?' I said, mocking him slightly.
'Oh Alec' he said. I started to reply before being swiftly cut off by his lips. I stiffened a bit, before relaxing into it. I let him bring his hand up to my cheek as I allowed his tongue to enter my mouth. The kiss tasting both sweet and sour from the food we just ate. I brought my hand up to mess up his hair, just to tease him. I knew how long it took him to style it, even if he never admitted it. The kiss became more heated, our tongues danced around each other in a passionate but carefree way. The kiss subdued slowly. Letting us both breathe again.
'Oh darling' he said, looking up at me.'I love you.'
'I love you too' I answered, before rejoining my lips to his.
Izzy's POV
Tonight I had decided that we were going to the pandemonium. Not that Simon was really that happy about it. Especially since I decided that he couldn't dress himself for the occasion. I mean he would have chosen an old T-shirt and jeans. But not on my watch. Tonight, for the first time ever, he actually looked like a shadowhunter without wearing gear. He was wearing black jeans and a black top and by the looks of it, feeling rather uncomfortable. We stopped outside the club. Simon helped me out and we walked into the club together. I was the place we first met. Back then I only noticed him sticking out like a sore thumb with his made in Brooklyn t shirt and jeans in a place where people clearly dress to impress. I led him to the centre of the floor. His protests falling on deaf ears. I dragged him through the crowd, the people here knew me and made way for us to pass. The air became tense as we started to dance.
I slithered up him and pulled his head down to mine and attacked his mouth with my own. My lips crashed onto his, bringing down a wave of emotions. I poked my tongue against his lips. He gave way immediately and pulled me into a passionate embrace. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he did so around my waist. The kiss became more heated as our tongues danced around each other. I knew what I wanted. I broke the kiss off. 'We should probably go somewhere where people can't stare so much' I said, the tone in my voice telling him exactly what I wanted to do with him once we got there.'Are you sure?' he asked.' Your choosing here?' I gave him my signature look, which was all it took for his eyes to change from uncertainty to excitement. So with that I started walking towards the unisex bathroom, pulling him inside, locking the door behind me to make sure we weren't disturbed.