Jace knocks on Alec’s office door, eyes still on the papers in his hand as he slowly opens it and says, “Alec, come on, the jewellery store closes s-”
He’s interrupted by a loud sound of someone clearing their throat, and Jace looks up, immediately realising his mistake. Alec is leaning against his desk, eyes wide and panicked as he looks at Jace, and Magnus is there, his gaze more curious than anything, a smile on his face.
“Jewellery store?“ Magnus asks, looking over at Alec, who stammers out a few incoherent words, and then Jace says, “Yeah, I just wanted to ask Alec is he would come with me to pick out a gift for Maia.“
Alec’s whole body relaxes, a thankful smile on his face, while Magnus only grins wider.
“Please, take me instead,“ he says, obviously excited. “Or at least let me come with you-“
“No,“ Jace burst out, a bit too hastily, but before the situation grows too awkward, Alec jumps in.
“Didn’t you say you were meeting Luke for dinner?“ Alec asks. “This may take a while and Jace wants to give it to Maia tonight.“
Jace just nods, keeps nodding as Magnus eyes both of them for a few moments, but then just lets out a breath, nodding.
“Okay then, but send me a photo of what you pick out,“ Magnus says and smiles, leaning in to kiss Alec briefly.
“I’ll see you at home tonight,“ Magnus says. “I love you.“
“I love you, too,“ Alec responds, a wide smile spreading across his face. Magnus exchanges a goodbye with Jace before leaving the office. It’s quiet for a few moments until Jace is sure Magnus can’t hear them.
“That was close,“ he says then. Alec nods as he quickly gathers his things. When he’s done, he and Jace leave the office, and a few steps into the hallway Jace stops, turning to his brother.
“I’ve been reliably told that you are a terrible idea.”
Their lover raised their brows, and smiled. “And yet here you are. Looking for trouble?” They held out a hand, drawing the spy closer.
“Looking to figure you out.”
“Oh, you don’t want to do that. Takes the glamour out of it all, like old married couples who share bathrooms.” They tipped their head back, accepting a kiss. “Secrets are always trouble - mine are not for you.”
The spy stroked their hair, as if they could untangle thoughts as easily as knots. “Would yours hurt me?”
Their lover caught their hand, pressing another kiss to the spy’s knuckles. “No, not you. Please.”