"We can't let anybody know about us... You can't tell anybody, alright?"
"... You can't hide it forever, Alec. You know that right?"
"Yeah, I know that, but... I just, I can't..."
"Eh, look, don't worry. I won't tell."
"Really? Thank you, Magnus.
"Only for you."
Together
Wrapped up in Magnus' arms, Alec found it hard to think about all the other problems in the world.
At first it had been What will they think? What if they find us? I can't do this, this isn't right. It had been stress and tension, and a lot of it. It had been not touching and not looking and only watching the television in front of the sofa. At first it had been "Could I get you some tea?" and "Yes, thank you." It had been controlled movements and a futile attempt to be casual.
But, time had passed. Challenges had been overcome. Thoughts had been said. Reactions had been caught.
And so, Alec was wrapped in Magnus' arms and he found it hard to think about all the other problems in the world.
Magnus shifted unceremoniously, but Alec felt the grip around him tighten only just. The Shadowhunter flicked his gaze to the sleeping warlock before looking back to the ceiling.
Somehow, they had ended up with a demin blue futon in the middle of Magnus' living room. Before it sat the large flat screen, and the buzzing noise of voices from the movie marathon playing could still be picked up by Alec's ears. They'd both gone past the idea of actually watching it, though.
He'd been laying next to Magnus, Magnus, the one with the little smirk on his lips, watching the movie. But it was late, and as it turned out, thrillers weren't exactly Alec's type of ideal date movie. Magnus had noticed, of course. Magnus always noticed. There had been a bit of teasing, some roving, a little kissing, and then he'd ended up smothered in the warlock's arms while he slept. Magnus must have been tired, to fall asleep with Alec still awake.
Once upon a time, all of this would have made Alec cringe. He'd locked himself into the deepest corner, hoping to hide what he only knew was true. There was no denying it, not to himself, but maybe he could hide it from everyone else.
It wasn't like that any longer. Alec relished in the soft touches, the tender squeezes, the brush of lips against his. Magnus' body against his own, laying side by side, or entangled in one another; it was the sort of thing Alec had hoped to find. He had found it, and it was his, and he knew things would never be the same again.
Magnus was his life. Magnus was his future, for however long his future looked to be. Every minute, every second, of every day. It was cliché and it was stupid and mushy and gooey; the type of thing Clary would smile at, Jace would gag at, Isabelle would roll her eyes and smile at. It was the type of thing that made Alec content; it made him smile, and sigh, and brush his fingers at Magnus' bangs.
It was the type of thing that made Magnus open his eyes, look at Alec sleepily, and mutter in a voice laced with sleep: "What's wrong?"
"I didn't mean to wake you," Alec whispered back, placing his hand back on his own chest.
"Why aren't you asleep, Alexander..." mumbled the warlock.
"I was thinking."
"About...?" Magnus yawned widely, pulling his arms away only to place his fingers in Alec's open palm.
Alec curled his fingers around Magnus'. "Us."
"We are a good topic to think about, it's true. With both of our... stunningly good looks..." His voice was slurred by the end, and he'd fallen back into a slumber. Alec smiled.
"Here's to stunning good looks," he laughed to himself, letting his eyes settle shut afterwards. "Good night, Magnus. Pleasant dreams."
I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each other's dreams, we can play together all night. ~Bill Watterson
Inspired by Lady Antebellum's Just a Kiss. I own nothing.