"If you drink one more cup of coffee, I swear to the Angel, Magnus, I want a divorce."
Magnus bounced up and down on the balls of his leather booted feet, and ran a hand through his bed head. He hadn't slept in three days; they were still on their honeymoon and Magnus didn't want to miss one single second.
"Oh, hush. I'm fine."
They were standing in line for a castle tour - Alec had picked out this part of the vacation. They'd been all over Europe, zipping this way and that across the map, seeing the world. They were currently in Ireland, and Magnus hadn't slept since they got there.
"Can we go back after this tour?"
"What do you really think you're going to see?"
"Nessie!"
They happened to arrive during an annual Loch Ness Monster festival. And Magnus had thrown himself head first into the festivities. He told Alec that the truth was the Loch Ness Monster was real, Ragnor had told him stories about his encounters with the sea creature. Though Magnus had never seen the creature himself.
Alec rolled his eyes, but also grinned. Magnus would make it up to him, he knew.
Once they had toured through the castle, and Magnus had made friends with a man named Jip, who was a 'monster hunter' (Alec had to bite his fist to not laugh out out), they made their way back to the bed and breakfast they were staying at. Alec complained that staying at a bed and breakfast was incredibly gay, even for them, but Magnus couldn't get over the tea cozies, and insisted they stay. They also had a cat that he liked.
Alec collapsed down on the old, rickety bed, and laid his head down. He heard Magnus rustling in the giant wardrobe that he zapped into any new hotel room they arrived in.
"I don't think you could fit one more thing in there if you tried," He commented, his voice muffled by the blanket.
"Alas, I think you are correct. The last kilt pushed me over the edge, I believe," Magnus responded, shoving the checkered skirt into a small remaining hole.
A few moments later, the bed shifted as Magnus laid down next to Alec. He turned and looked at his green, cat eyes, and smiled.
"Hello," Magnus said softly, flicking a piece of hair out of Alec's eye.
"Hey," He responded.
They had been married for three weeks, and Alec still couldn't believe it. He remembered the past few months, all the convincing it had taken. And he wouldn't give any of it up for the world. Because if that's what it took for him and Magnus to be happy, then that's what it took. They would be heading home soon, and Alec would be moving into the apartment (even though he'd basically been an occupant for the past year), and everything would be pretty damn perfect, in Alec's mind.
"Are you tired?" He asked Magnus, whose eyes were drooping slightly. The caffeine buzz was apparently wearing off. Magnus sighed deeply, and rolled onto his side, so he and Alec were eye to eye.
"Perhaps," The warlock whispered back.
Before they both knew it-with the light fading outside the window- they drifted into sleep.
"Earl Gray alright, deary?"
A little old lady was pouring an evening cup of tea, while Alec and Magnus sat in front of the roaring fireplace, that was situated in the sitting room of the bed and breakfast.
"Um, yeah, thanks," Alec responded, even though he had no interest in drinking it. After she left, Alec held the cup out to Magnus, his nose turned up.
"You can have it, I don't want it."
Magnus sniffed it. "What's wrong with it?"
"Nothing. I just hate bergamot."
"Why?"
Alec shrugged. "Hodge had us learn all about that stuff. Iz was the only one who could stand it."
Magnus took a sip of the tea.
They had gone on another day trip that afternoon; it was their last evening before leaving for home the next morning.
Alec stretched, and relaxed into the chair, letting the book he'd been flipping through close. It had been a wonderful time, but he was ready to be home. He missed his family. He'd sent them more postcards; like he had on their last vacation.
"Well, I think it's time to consummate our marriage once again." Magnus announced a few minutes later. Alec snorted. "I think we have throughly done that,"
Magnus pouted. Alec chuckled under his breath, then stood and reached across to pull Magnus us. "I guess I just can't say no to you, Magnus Bane."
Cat eyes sparkled. "I believe this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship."
Dark eyes rolled. "I wouldn't count on it."
"Farewell, Totsy. I think Chairman would have very much enjoyed your company." Magnus scratched the tabby's ears.
Alec stood, silently waiting. He had on a black sweater that Magnus had bought him in Paris. It was true, being married to Magnus had in no way affected his fashion sense. This hurt Magnus more than it did him.
"Ready?" He asked. The sun had risen over the mountain behind the bed and breakfast, looking like something from a postcard he'd sent him.
"Indeed."
Magnus stood and began casting the spell that would create a portal. They were behind the work shed; so no unsuspecting mundane would notice the sparks flying from Magnus's fingertips. While he worked, Magnus asked over his shoulder "What time is the meeting tomorrow?"
"I think Jace said two."
The Clave was meeting to discuss and evaluate the new order. Alec was supposed to attend, along with his mother. Jace was also quite excited, since he was now of age, and would also be attending.
A whoosh of noise announced the arrival of the portal. Magnus seemed content with his work, and sighed, getting that look in his eye that Alec recognized as his memories resurfacing. He sighed, then looked at Alec, holding out his hand.
"Ready to go home?"
Alec took his hand, then gripped his collar with the other, and pushed their mouths together. Magnus would forever taste like burnt sugar, and Alec would never get enough of it. A soft, surprised sound erupted from Magnus's throat, then his fingers wound themselves in Alec's black hair. Alec hoped that the little lady wouldn't look out the window and see a giant, glass like shape, and two dudes making out like there was no tomorrow. But, even if she did, what the hell. He pulled back from Magnus, and grinned.
"Let's go home."
