I can't keep Alec sad for long…or I get sad! (He is my absolute favourite character, JUST above Magnus!) So here's something a little happier. A bit fluffy, I know, but personally I like fluff.

Earlier that day

Alec Lightwood exhaled slowly, causing a stray lock of Magnus's hair to dance upward. He couldn't help smiling; he loved Magnus too much to put into words, and, by some brilliant miracle, Magnus loved him too. It had all happened so fast, he sometimes felt the urge to poke either Magnus or himself to check if it was real.

If he'd told himself a few months ago that right now he'd be sitting on a kitchen counter at one in the afternoon, having mislaid all his clothes and kissing the High Warlock of Brooklyn, he'd have laughed in his own face. But it was true.

He wound a long, pale finger into Magnus's hair, causing a small glitter avalanche, and felt a palm stroke along his collar bone as if to smooth it down, when a loud buzzing rent the air- the door. Magnus rolled his feline eyes, smiling an apology, and Alec leant further across him to the intercom.

"The High Warlock is very busy right now," Alec purred, mopping the hair out of his burning blue eyes. Laughing softly, he bent to kiss Magnus's neck, but the warlock was frozen, a mask of horror on his flushed golden face.

"Oh…Alec," he breathed, and swore in a language like flames licking over dry wood.

"What?" he asked. "You normally love it when I do that." Magnus had paled.

"At the door..." Alec had never seen him lost for words before. "It's your mother."

There was a heavy, silent pause, as Magnus, Alec and Maryse all flailed for their collective composure. Then there was a crackly cough from the intercom.

"Alexander. I was under the impression that you were training with Jace." Alec felt as though a large brick had lodged in his oesophagus, yet somehow he managed to choke out the words

"Hi, Mum, why don't you come up?"

Magnus shot him a look, untangled his limbs from Alec's and slid fluidly into his most presentable turquoise tank top and black skinny jeans. With a finger snap his rumpled glittery hair was immaculate, as was the apartment. Inwardly, Alec cursed his being a clumsy shadowhunter as opposed to an elegant warlock- only his rune for perfect balance prevented him from toppling into a two-man high CD stack as he stumbled gracelessly into some jeans and a black wool jumper that was unravelling at the elbow.

As Maryse's boots clacked outside, Magnus shot him an electric grin.

"One day, we will laugh at this." He smoothed his hair thoughtfully. "I know I will, anyway." He added, and with a wink, Alec felt a tendril of magic do up the zipper on his jeans.

A smile spilled across his face, impossible to hold back, only to be wiped off like crumbs from a smeary toddler as his mother stepped into the room. Her eyes raked them both: the tall, manic warlock leant against the fridge and the pale, uncomfortable boy chewing on his bottom lip.

"Hello, Alec, Magnus." she said stiffly. "I have an order from the Conclave to bring you to the Institute." A stranger wouldn't have noticed Magnus's surprise, but Alec saw the slight shift of his gaze, a tiny change in the curve of his back.

"A summoning?"

Maryse nodded minutely.

"Just a few formal questions, I think." Her features softened "But you can stay for dinner, if you like. I'm making a vegetable jalfrezi." Alec grinned crookedly, visibly brightening.

"My Mum's curries are awesome." He tugged at the trailing end of wool dangling from his sleeve, not looking at either of them, so he missed Maryse relax further, her furrowed brow smoothing out, and the fond twinkle in Magnus's eyes as he supressed a smile.

"Sounds great." He said, and Alec edged closer, longing to be near him like a plant stretching towards sunlight. By the Angel, he loved him.

This was a bit short but there is more to come! If you hadn't noticed, I am British, so if some words are weird or spelt differently, it's probably just the English version- it confuses me a lot on this site because of the American-ness, especially the dates! Are they backwards? But don't worry American readers, I still love you lots. Especially if you review. Love, China. xxxx