It was the 12th of February, on a Sunday and Magnus was strolling through New York with Alec, holding hands, returning home from lunch.

Alec seemed thoughtful, showing a (very) unusual interest in the shop windows, and Magnus was staring at him smiling to himself. He knew his Nephilim well enough by now to tell what he was thinking about. So when he noticed Alec pause and stare intently at something, he decided to intervene, in a not-so-subtle way, and maybe tease him a bit too, and laugh at his adorably embarrassed face.

However, once he peeked over his lover's shoulder, to see the object that got his attention, his teasing smirk immediately melted into a soft loving smile.

Alec had spotted a handmade woven black leather bracelet, inlaid with two coloured stones. A blue and a green one. Just like both their eye colours. What were the chances? Magnus loved it, and he was certain his Nephilim knew that already without having to be told.

In that moment, seeing the look in his lover's sapphire eyes, Magnus was also certain, that Alec loved the trinket too. The Shadowhunter normally wasn't one for jewellery, but he was a hopeless romantic, even if he didn't look like it.

Just then, Alec turned back to him abruptly, not noticing the Warlock was leaning over him and almost head butting him.

"Mags?" He asked surprised, placing his free hand on his lover's chest to steady himself. He looked so wonderfully adorable at that moment, that Magnus couldn't resist teasing him after all.

"So, darling…" He purred. "What do you want me to get you?"

"To get me…?" He asked confused.

"A gift silly!" Magnus chuckled. "For Valentine's day."

At the mention of it Alec looked immediately guilty; the, little-kid-who-got-caught-red-handed-stealing-biscuits, kind of guilty.

'Bingo.' Magnus thought, his suspicions confirmed. Alec was indeed searching for something to get him. And the Warlock knew his beloved had found it, moments ago.

"I don't need anything. You're the best gift I could ever ask for." Alec answered after putting on a poker face to mask his earlier reaction.

Magnus grinned knowing he really meant it. "You're so cheesy. I love you."

"Shut up." Alec muttered embarrassed, before adding, "I love you too…"

A few minutes passed in comfortable silence as they just kept walking, enjoying the nice weather and each other's presence, and then Magnus said; "Should I put a bow on then that day, and wait for you to get home?"

A mental image of Magnus in only a bow appeared into the Shadowhunter's head and he blushed, his eyes widening. "Magnus! Stop that! We're in the middle of the street!"

His Warlock laughed delighted by his reaction, squeezing his hand and leaning closer to press a kiss to his cheek. "But I didn't say anything darling." He whispered into his ear and Alec felt a shiver run down his spine. "I said a bow. Not just a bow. The lack of clothes was purely in your dirty, dirty mind babe."

"Who says I imagined you without clothes?" Alec muttered pouting, trying to save some face and only succeeding in making Magnus laugh again.

"Your crimson face says so~" Magnus said playfully before stopping at his tracks, and facing Alec, leaning closer again to whisper seductively at his ear. "And I bet something else does too."

Alec opened his mouth to say something, but Magnus kissed him hard, swallowing his complaints and making him moan against his lips. Before he knew it, he was backed up against a wall, being kissed to an inch of his life, and kissing back just as desperately.

Magnus pulled back from him to breathe, and Alec opened his eyes dazed wondering what was that kiss for, and where the Hell they were. He had stopped paying attention to their surroundings since that mental image got stuck in his head.

Before he could find out either of those things, Magnus looked at him, his cat-eyes shining with love and mirth, and smirked at the ruined look on Alec's face. In result, the Shadowhunter's mind drew a blank and he pulled his lover on him, tangling his fingers through his raven hair and kissing him again, with everything he had.

When he let go, he noted with satisfaction that Magnus looked as ruined as he himself felt.

The Warlock leaned against him breathing heavily, bringing their foreheads together. "Let's go home." He whispered against his lips.

"I thought you'd never ask."