In Tristan's dream, he stood alone in a field full of spring flowers. A warm breeze made his blonde hair sway slightly. He tried to walk but he couldn't and he realized that he didn't really want to anyway. He settled for sitting down in the soft grass and looking off into the distance. He heard Magnus' voice saying his name and he looked around for its owner. He twisted around, looking in all directions, but could only see the field and its flowers. Not able to spot Magnus, he accepted it until he could suddenly feel lips on his cheek. He immediately knew the lips to be his boyfriend's, not doubting it for a second. He felt the lips move to his own and he laid back onto the soft ground. He heard Magnus calling his name again and was confused as to how it all worked. He enjoyed the moment, but knew it would be more enjoyable if he could actually see his boyfriend. Hearing his name once more, he felt an odd feeling of being pulled upwards and when he opened his eyes again, he saw Magnus' face smiling down at him.
He knew he was no longer in the field because the light around him was much darker. After a second he realized it'd been a dream, and he smiled back at Magnus, glad to be able to see him now. Magnus' face was inches from his but he didn't startle. Regaining his bearings again, he wrapped his arms around the waist of the boy who leaned over him.
"Welcome back," Magnus chuckled. He stretched out to lay next to the Trstan, not breaking the hold around his middle. Tristan pulled him closer yet and sighed contentedly. He made a soft noise in the back of his throat and tightened his arms around Magnus.
"What time is it?" he asked sleepily. His eyes were closed again as he felt safe and comfortable with Magnus in his arms. He didn't want him to disappear again.
"About one," Magnus answered, leaning against him and tucking a lock of his hair behind his ear.
"Why did you wake me up?"
"Because you are much more fun when you're conscious. Even though you look adorable when you're asleep."
Tristan nuzzled his head into Magnus' shoulder to hide t he blush that started to creep onto his face. Only being half awake, his guard was down, and things like blushing were harder to restrain moved his head so he could press his lips to his boyfriend's. Magnus smiled and kissed him back softly. He parted the younger boy's lips with his own and bit down gently on his lower lip. To Magnus, it was a way to wake Tristan up more, which worked, but to Tristan, it was an invitation.