Author's Note: I'm sorry for how SHORT these chapters are, guys. I've been trying to keep up my whole "chapter-a-day" thing, and sometimes it's difficult to find time/energy to write. Blegh. (And it probably doesn't help quality-wise that I'm publishing the chapters RIGHT after I type them up, haha.)

Anyways, thank you all for reading, and for the wonderful reviews!

Alec awoke shortly before sunrise, blinking groggily as the fog of slumber slipped away from his mind. It took him a minute to process where he was, and when he did, he blushed furiously. Luckily Magnus was still asleep, and couldn't tease him about it.

Alec remembered what Magnus had said the night before, about sleeping in the next day. It was a difficult concept to grasp. Even though he was thoroughly exhausted (Magnus had done his best to keep him awake as long as possible, and his best was pretty persuasive), his body told him to start another day's worth of training.

But then again, the bed was so soft and so warm, and he was curled up next to Magnus, and trying to extricate himself from that would be a feat in and of itself.

It was a vacation after all, wasn't it?

Smiling to himself, Alec drifted back to sleep.

When Alec woke the second time, he was alone. He sat up and stretched his arms over his head right as Magnus returned, carrying a tray of food. "I figured you'd be up soon, so I ordered breakfast." Alec started to get out of bed, but Magnus shook his head. "Stay put. I'm bringing this to you."

Alec frowned. "I don't want to get crumbs in the bed."

Magnus laughed. "That is the least of my worries right now."

"But—"

"Relax. Remember that you're vacationing with a warlock. If we need to change the sheets, it can be done in a blink." He waited until Alec was drinking his orange juice. "Besides, if I'm going to be changing our sheets, I seriously doubt that breadcrumbs are going to be the reason."

Quite admirably, Alec managed to not spill any orange juice on himself or the bed as he choked. Magnus reached for a bagel and calmly spread cream cheese on it. "So, what would you like to do today?"

Alec pulled a blueberry out of his muffin and put it in his mouth. "I don't know. You picked the place, I figured that you'd call the shots."

"Oh?"

"Well, I mean, besides the obvious."

Magnus feigned innocence. "The obvious?"

Alec colored slightly. "You know…"

Magnus frowned. "I'm afraid I don't."

"It's—" Alec hesitated, trying to figure out how to word his thoughts, but he saw Magnus smirk. "Oh stop, you know exactly what I meant."

"Of course I did. I planned this, didn't I?"

Alec sighed. "Yes. That's what I was saying before."

"Alright," Magnus took a bite and chewed thoughtfully. "How do you feel about skiing?"

"About what?"

"Skiing. You know…down a snowy mountain."

"That sounds a little unsafe."

Magnus laughed. "You're telling me that you'll charge into a room full of demons, but you won't do a sport that mundanes participate in on a regular basis?"

Alec scowled. "I didn't say that I wouldn't. I just said that it sounds unsafe."

"Alec. Would you kindly remember that I'm here? How many times have I saved your sorry self from the brink of death?"

"Right. Unless I go careening off a cliff and you're nowhere nearby and I die before you get there."

"My dear, I believe you're being a little melodramatic. Besides," he leaned across the tray to kiss Alec on the forehead, "I don't plan on distancing myself from you, if at all possible, for the duration of this trip."

Alec finished off his muffin and threw the wrapper on the tray. "Okay, fine. But I'm blaming you if anything bad happens."