Alec worked feverishly at his desk, pin scribbling, gliding across paper from paper as he filled out countless reports. He had been stacked to the ceiling with work and it was starting to tire him. He let out a heavy, tired sigh, a noise coming from his throat and leaving his lips, expressing his exhaustion to the silent room. Being the head of the Institute was something he had always wanted but sometimes it could be hard. Especially since he was the one to fill the papers out every time. Not that he minded, not really, but it didn't take his thoughts off a certain Warlock. They stayed on one objective, one face, and that was Magnus Bane.
Two hours later, and he leaned back in his chair, dropping the pen from his hand and closing his eyes. All the reports were made and he could finally catch a breath. He allowed himself a moment of relaxation before neatly organizing the mess of papers, stacking them neatly on the desk. Standing up, he grabbed his jacket, sliding his arms through the sleeves and putting it one to rest comfortably over his shoulders. He walked out of the office, greeting Izzy on the way out of the Institute, and headed to Magnus's loft in both excitement and anticipation. He really wanted to see him.
Alec walked up the stairs and made it to the loft. He gently knocked on the door and waited for it to open. It couldn't come fast enough and when it slowly opened, and moments later his vision filled with the image of Magnus, the corners of his mouth tipped upward and he stared at the gorgeous man. Magnus's hair was slightly messy, face still had signs of sleep. He wore that blue shirt he loved so much and black pants. Alec took in the sight before him in awe.
"Alexander. You're home." Magnus's soft, loving voice floated into his ears, knocking him from his state of admiration and he walked up to the Warlock.
Alec leaned in and closed the unwanted distance between them, pressing his lips to Magnus's...
He had missed the Warlock.