Jace Lightwood Herondale

The thing about sparring with his prabatai was Alec knew everything about him including his favorite moves and his ability to adjust mid-fight. The second thing about sparring with Alec was his parabatai knew everything about him so Jace had to keep finding new ways to win.

"Oooh! So close!" Jace teased looking down at Alec, one knee brace over Alec's arm, pinning it. "Want to go again?" He tapped Alec's blade with his own.

Dating was a such a strange word. Jace understood the meaning behind it, but who decided dating was a proper word to describe two people spending time together as more than friends? They had skipped the courting and gone straight for, well, everything else. Unless playing tag with a Shadowhunter in a park could be considered a brief courting ritual. Then he could say he courted Alec properly. They had dinner before sex.

But he hadn't actually given Alec any gifts of affection.

He'd considered flowers, but Alec was a Shadowhunter and he was a vampire, so he wasn't sure flowers were appropriate. He wasn't even sure Alec would like flowers. All the more reason to spend time with him so they could get to know each other better. He was sure of the looks he'd receive if he showed up at the Institute holding flowers and asking to see Alec Lightwood. Considering the Clave and all their rules, and the narrow mindedness of Shadowhunters in general when it came to Downworlders, Jace was absolutely sure he should not draw attention to his and Alec's relationship.

Which was the exact reason why he had his first gift to Alec hidden in his jacket. And it was warmer in there even if he didn't have body heat to help keep the kitten warm.

He knocked on Alec's office door and waited, smiling and waving with wiggly fingers at the Shadowhunter who had escorted him through the Institute.

Alternate Universe in which Alec is sent to live at the Los Angeles Institute.