A/N Hey! I'm going to start uploading here again YAY!

So this was for bluryoutlines on DeviantART. Go check her out! She's awesome.

Anyways Malec fluff, that's good right? All characters belong to Cassandra Clare. But the story belongs to me, enjoy!

Sapphire eyes stared out at the snowy world ahead of them. His breath came out in puffs of smoke. The black leather boots he wore on his feet kicked lightly and aimlessly at the snow around them. His perfect front teeth bit gently on his bottom lip. Slender, frost bitten fingers edged ever so slowly towards the only source of heat they could think of.

Alec Lightwood knew Magnus Bane had the warmest hands in New York, but having warm hands wasn't the only reason why his needy fingers were creeping closer to where Magnus's hand lay on a park bench. He'd probably never admit how badly he wanted to just hold Magnus's hand, his pride wouldn't let him. Alec edged his fingers slowly. agonizingly slowly towards his destination. He held in his breath, and willingly let his cheeks turn crimson.

"Alexander," Magnus's cat-like eyes flicked down to their hands, which were awakwardly resting together, "are you trying to hold my hand?"

"No!" Alec blurted a bit to quickly for his liking. He blushed even harder than before. "I mean..., no, my hands are just..." Alec threw his glance down towards his feet and kicked around some snow, "cold."

Magnus nodded, "right. Cold." Sarcasm flooded his elegant voice, "my hands are cold too, Alexander. Huh, I guess we'll just have to hold hands."

"What? N-No...Magnus I don't want to hold you're hand," Alec drew his hand away slowly. He furrowed his brow and looked away with a huff. "I'm a Nephilim, I don't hold hands with downworlders."

Magnus mocked being offended by placing a hand over his collar bone and gasping, "even if that downworlder is your boyfriend?" Alec shot him a glance mumurring something about boyfriends and downworlders, before his hand shot out and interlocked fingers with Magnus's. 'Screw my pride' Alec thought as his fingers gripped the warlock's hand tighter.

"Now that's my Alexander," Magnus smirked, nodding to himself. Alec raised and eyebrow and let his dark, shaggy bangs fall in front of his bright eyes.
"Bane, shut up. You're killing the moment."
Magnus chuckled, mostly to himself, "I think killing moments is my specialty Alexander."

With that Alec grabbed a hold of Magnus's scarf. "Then how about I make you shut up?" Alec couldn't believe he just said that, but chose to roll with it anyway. He pulled Magnus forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. The kiss tasted mostly of cherry, (thanks to Magnus's chap-stick) but it was soft and pleasant.

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