Magnus awoke that morning feeling even giddier then the first time he had woken up next to Alec. He had truly believed that that single moment in his long endless existence had been worth everything. He had never felt more normal and at ease. Believe it or not, even Magnus Bane got nervous and felt uneasy. One would assume after a seemingly endless existence nothing would matter, not even life itself. Yet to Magnus every little thing mattered, whether it be appearance, connections, or who you were seen leaving the bar with. However, when Magnus laid eyes on Alec everything changed. Nothing mattered more than the love of that dark haired and somber young man. To feel Alec's equally thin frame on his, to run his fingers through that tangled black mass, was like nothing he had ever experienced. And Magnus had experienced a LOT of things. He was also into a LOT of things.
Anyways, Magnus could hardly believe that this day had come. It was even harder to believe then when Alec had passionately kissed him in front of the Lightwoods and the majority of the clave. It's not like Magnus minded the spotlight on himself of course, but he was gravely aware of the sacrifice that was being made for his love. Though Alec never complained or blamed him, it was always evident on his face how troubled he was due to being with him. When being seen by others, Alec's very demeanor changed. He was almost a different person, but what could Magnus do about it. He understood the struggle, or at least he thought he did. Well what could Alec expect from him? It's not like he had ever had a family or friends there to be ashamed of his antics and thoughtless, shameless behavior. What did he care what anyone thought about him anyways? To truly experience those feelings of shame and obligation to others Magnus would have had to be mortal, something had never considered before.
He was just happy he would finally get to be alone with Alec. No more hiding, secret visits, or ignored gestures of love and lust. He truly hated the feeling of being rejected, not that Alec ever did it on purpose, but still it stung to have your affections rejected by the one you tried so hard to please. They were free to be one as often and as passionately as they desired. He felt tingles all over himself. He couldn't wait to feel Alec's bare chest against his in a romantic Parisian hotel. He was longing to hear Alec's soft moans of pleasure mixed with uncertainty in his ear, his weak protests, but this time Magnus knew he wouldn't obey Alec's wishes.
Magnus raised himself up out of bed and instead of simply magically dressing himself, too great time and pleasure in the manual labor that was putting himself together. He worked meticulously slow as to keep Alec waiting, anticipating he hoped vainly. He couldn't help but be amused by Alec's silly little concept of making out on a mundane airplane to France, silly little Alec. Magnus kissed him affectionately, pulling away so as to build up their intense desire for one another. He took a step through the portal and gestured for Alec to follow.