"What I was thinking... What I wanted, was to destroy those old, dusty prejudices... To fight the pointless hate against innocent Downworlders. I'm not one, but I know first hand what it feels like to be looked down upon and be hated for who and what you are. For something you can't change."

Magnus said nothing. For the third time that night, he was left almost gaping at him in awe, all words eluding him.

Alec blushed averting his eyes, misreading his astonishment. "I know you probably think I have no right to say that since I am one of those who caused that oppression in the first place... But I-"

Magnus gently pushed a finger against his lips silencing him, making him stare at him with wide eyes.

"I've said it before. But I will again. And again, and again if needed. You never cease to amaze me Alexander."

"Wha-" He started saying but Magnus cut him off once more, leaning close and kissing him gently.

"You truly are one of a kind, aren't you?" He whispered.

The Nephilim blushed more than ever. "I'm nothing special."

"It was a rhetorical question darling. You weren't supposed to answer it, I already know you are." Magnus smiled. Alec opened his mouth to protest but was silenced by another soft kiss which he reciprocated eagerly. "No buts." The Warlock told him, and he just nodded dazed, leaning towards him to steal another kiss.

~o~

"So... Once all this is over and Valentine is defeated... Will you help me?" Alec smiled shyly at him. "I'm sure that if you do, we can accomplish anything."

Magnus stared at him, his eyes gleaming with admiration and adoration, and took his hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing it. "It will be my pleasure."

"Thank you. Defeating Valentine will take a while though, unfortunately, so, until then…"

Magnus' soft smile turned wicked and he leaned closer. "Until then, what, darling?" He teased. "What do you want to do?" He added, so close that Alec could feel his breath on his lips.

"Until… Until then…" He muttered, trying to calm his racing heart and remember how to breathe again. "We could continue our date?" His breath hitched and the last phrase came out as a question, as Magnus caressed his cheekbone softly with his thumb. The Nephilim all but purred, leaning in at his touch, closing his eyes.

"Good idea." Magnus whispered, sending pleasant shivers up Alec's spine. "And what else?"

Alec opened his eyes again, his pupils dilated, as he stared at the Warlock hungrily. "Less talking." He growled softly, before pulling Magnus from his lapel like he did in the wedding, and kissing him breathlessly.

"You'll be the death of me." Magnus said, smiling against his lips.

"We're even then." The Shadowhunter retorted enchanted by him. "Because you will be mine."