My lovely duckies, all I can say is that I will update when I can. I never want it to be a monthly thing again, but I've had several health problems this month and the regional premiere of Xanadu on top of that. I am a busy Bee. That doesn't mean that I don't love each one of you dearly, it just means that I don't have the time I'd like to dedicate to this story.
I'm not discontinuing it, updates may just be slow. Slug slow. But they will come, I promise.
Thank you for understanding and being so patient.
Disclaimer: If I owned TMI, Cassie and I would be getting wasted all the time and there would be a lot more of Malec that she wrote while drunk (she's Cassie, she'd be brilliant drunk or sober) IN THE BOOKS.
So be glad I don't. Even though we would all love that.
Magnus' POV:
Dust particles danced in the glow of moonlight streaming through the bedroom window. The light on my face stirred me, but I didn't mind. I glanced at the clock. 4:10 am. Alec was finally sleeping soundly beside me.
Max had slept through the night so far, allowing Alec his first nights rest since the accident. He startled once around eleven, but it had merely been a cry of laughter produced from my tiny friend, caused by another tiny friend, except he was covered in fur and looked like humidity ridded kinky snowball. I have no idea how that worked, but hey, Mother Nature pulls things out of her ass all the time.
Alec's chest rose with every even breath he took. I couldn't help be stare at him. He looked so innocent when he slept. Not that he wasn't innocent. The boy blushed every time a variation of the word "penis" is used. Oh, and don't say "pussy" around him. He makes this choking noise and goes into an embarrassment induced coma for a few minutes.
I ran my fingertips along his bare arms. Goosebumps rose along the trail I left, but that was the only sign he had even noticed. His baby blues were still hidden from me under a sweeping mass of black lashes.
I couldn't resist. I traced his eyelids, his jawline, his nose, his lips. My forefinger lightly ran along his chin, to his lovely neck, and to the dip in his collar bone. I glanced up to catch him watching me. I pulled my hand away, but he quickly caught it in his. He sat up, pulling me into his lap. He kissed each of my fingertips before he placed my hand on his chest.
"Don't stop."
His voice had barely been above a whisper, but it spoke volumes. I continued my path, drawing circles on his chest, his chin resting lightly on my shoulder.
"How long have you been watching me?"
I grinned lazily at him. "Since I woke up."
He rolled his eyes. "Okay, how long have you been awake?"
"Probably fifteen minutes or so."
"Mmm. Well, in that case", glancing at the clock, he cupped the side of my face, drawing it towards him and kissed me slow and sweet. "Good early morning."
I grinned. "It is when I wake up next to you."
"I bet they'd adore you in Canada."
I blinked in confusion. "Why is that?"
"Because you're such a sap!"
I proceeded to tickle the hell out of him. He roared with laughter, panting after only a few seconds of the sweet torture. He's managed to slip all the way down the bed with me on top of him. "I take it back! I take it back!"
I stopped only to lace my fingers with his. I rested our hands above his head, pinning him somewhat. Before I could even think to make another move, he leaned up and captured my lips with his. I let my eyes slip closed as he drew my bottom lip into his mouth. I caught both of his wrists in my left hand, using my right to travel down the length of his body. I ran a nail lightly over a faded hickey. I'd have to fix that.
As he broke away for air I kissed along his jawline, down to my target on the elegant curve of his neck. I could feel his pulse beneath my lips. Fast and steady. I sank my teeth into the pale flesh, Alec's body writhing beneath me as I did so. Surprisingly he didn't moan, but I knew he'd liked it; his body arched off the bed and into me. He must've been determined to be quiet.
I lapped at the few droplets of blood that came with my bite. Alec let out a ragged sigh, his nails digging into his palms. I took pity on him and let him have his left hand, which his immediately fisted into my hair.
"If you stop for even a second, or pull that cock blocking stunt you did last night, I will hurt you. And I will not be sad about it."
My hand immediately slipped into the front of his boxers. He shivered as I fisted him.
"Good boy."
I chuckled, pumping him slowly while my lips kept his busy. He kept his moans low in the back of his throat as our tongues met. How many times had we done this now? A hundred? A thousand? Every time was different and invigorating. It truly amazed me.
Before I even knew it happened, Alec had me on my back, never breaking our kiss. His hand worked off my pants, leaving me totally exposed to the elements and to him. I didn't feel vulnerable, but he pulled the blankets up to our waists anyway.
He left a blazing trail of hickeys down my chest, his pleasure and pent up frustration from my getting him off fueling every nip and suck he gave me. It was heaven. My own personalized, torturous heaven.
I knew we'd need it sooner or later, and seeing as Alec was occupied at the moment, I used my free hand to rummage around in the handy dandy bed side table drawer. I closed my fingers around the familiar shape of the bottle. As I closed the drawer my breath hitched in my throat.
"I thought that may get your attention."
The hand around Alec went limp as he put his mouth back on me. He raked his teeth along my entire length, and I was reduced to a whimpering mess. He nipped the inside of my thigh before he took me completely in his beautifully talented mouth. I bit my lip to keep the inhuman noises inside me. I could feel Alec grin against me. This was payback for all the times I tried to keep him quiet.
I tasted the blood when Alec expertly pushed a finger inside of me. I hadn't even noticed him lube up I was so enthralled in the sensations my body was going through. I eagerly welcomed the pleasure pain. Alec heightened my pleasure even more by swallowing in rapid succession. GaGa love this man.
He pulled out all too soon, getting a whimper from me. He smiled deviously, quickly coating himself. He curled his hands around the backs of my knees, scooting me into position. His lips met mine as I gripped his shoulders, ready to be fucked into oblivion.
Alec didn't disappoint. He slid into me with slow determination, stretching me beyond belief. I winced slightly at the pain, but put that pain to good use by biting down onto Alec's shoulder. I felt him shudder with a moan as he filled me to the brim, as deep as was humanly possible.
"Are you okay? I'm not sure of the chunk you took out of my shoulder was a good thing or a bad thing. I liked it, though." His voice was low and smooth, filled with lustful desire. The smirk on his face was maddening.
He chuckled when he found a rare blush on my tanned face. I melded my lips to his to shut him up. He pulled out of me completely and wasted no time slamming back in. My cry of ecstasy filled his mouth. My nails were digging into the dark navy sheets. Alec kissed his way down my throat and decided that the agonizingly slow pace he set wasn't torturous enough. He teased a nipple with his teeth, biting down gently and flicking his tongue back and forth over the sensitive peek.
This was some damn good sex.
"Alec." I said his name over and over as he continued to do ravishingly delicious things to me, body, mind, and soul.
In one fluid motion Alec slung my right leg over his shoulder, creating a new angle for the both of his. He dove into me, and if he wasn't seeing the stars I was, something was seriously wrong with him. "Fuck!"
"That's what I'm aiming for," he panted between thrusts. He wasn't usually this vocally coherent during sex, or this outgoing. I rather liked it.
"Do that again," I begged. He complied willingly, moaning at the pleasure I could see rippling through his body. My eyes rolled back into my head. It wasn't until his clamped his hand over mine that I was aware I was screaming.
He planted several lingering kisses at the juncture of my neck and shoulder, calming me as I writhed underneath him. Hid thrusts became more rapid and out of sync, warning me he was reaching his limit. My body was so tired, but all I wanted was more.
He wrapped a hand around me, using the several drops of pre cum as natural lubricant as he pumped me into oblivion. My moans were sporadic and numerous as I came closer to the edge.
Alec came with such a force inside me that it set off my own release. He didn't let up until I had completely ridden out my high, my head hitting the pillow a sure sign of my crashing down to earth.
"Wow," he breathed heavily, resting his head against my chest as soon as he had pulled out. I wrapped my arms gingerly around him. "Definitely worth the wait."
"I'll say."
He leaned up and kissed me. "So, now what? It's only five."
I must have fallen asleep because the last thing I remembered was a gentle pressure against my lips, and a "goodnight, sweetheart" whispered in my ear.
Alec's POV:
My body was light even in sleep. I can't remember a time sex had been that amazing. I could hear myself sigh happily.
I felt a warm pressure against my cheek. Was Magnus kissing me? That's what I had thought in my groggy state of mind, so I just smiled. A moment later though, I'd come to a different conclusion. Magnus's lips weren't rough-was he licking me? I laughed, rolling over to face him. "What are you-"
"Meow."
Chairman Meow was curled up next to me. So he had been the one to wake me. I reached over to scratch him behind the ears. "Well, good morning to you too, Chairman." I sat up and he pounced into my lap, purring as I continued to pet him. I looked at the clock. 8:00 am. I rolled my neck in small circles, trying to stretch a little without disturbing the Chairman. I wonder where Magnus had run off to.
It just occurred to me that his side of the bed was made up, and a folded piece of notebook paper was resting on his pillow. I picked up the piece of paper and unfolded it with one hand as I pet my furry friend with the other.
Hope you're dreaming of me. I love you. – Magnus
Smiling, I leaned over the side of the bed, grabbing a shirt off the floor. I sat my brother's cat, or Magnus' cat, gently on the bed, slipping out from under the covers to get dressed. "Should we go check on Max?"
Chairman looked at me, and then proceeded to groom himself. I glanced at my hair in the body mirror Magnus had insisted on getting us when he first moved in all those months ago. I thought of attempting to do something with it, but that was Magnus' area of expertise. I knew he loved playing with it. Maybe I'd let him put it in a faux hawk or something.
I sauntered down the hall, stretching my arms above my head as I went. Today was Thanksgiving. And I was going to gain a very unhealthy, unsexy twenty pounds from all the food I was going to eat.
"Max? Mom? Magnus?" It was unusually quiet in the house. "Where is everybody?" I wondered aloud to myself.
Bam!
Before I knew what was happening, my face was stinging from carpet burn. A chortled laugh filled the air around me, and I reached out with a kick to trip my offender.
I rolled on top of Jace, pinning him to the floor with my knee in his shoulder blade. He grunted in protest. Jace launched off the ground, sending me airborne a few feet. My back hit the wall, causing the pictures above my head to rattle. I winced slightly. I was fairly sure there was already a bruise there from the wild night I'd had with Magnus.
Jace loomed over me, a smug smirk on his lips. "And as always, I am the victor."
"Oh don't start that," I retorted, grabbing his hand as he helped me off the floor.
He blanched. "If you're talking about that one time in Boca, that doesn't count."
"The hell is does. Alec totally saved your ass." Izzy sauntered down the stairs past us, all dressed up.
"In my defense, she was totally hot!"
"Jace, her name was Marble Gargle. How could you have not known based off just her name that she was really a-"
"Isabelle!" He interjected quickly. "My dear, sweet sister Isabelle, what are you up to on this fine day?"
She looked at me, rolling her eyes and reaching in her purse. "If you must know, Mother has banned me from the kitchen this year and told me not to come anywhere near it, so Simon and I are going out."
"At eight in the morning?"
She nodded, retrieving her car keys. "We'll be back around four."
"Where's he taking you?"
"Why are you going to be gone so long?"
"Ugh, stop with the big brother act, you two. I don't know where we're going. He said it would be a surprise."
"He'd better not propose and steal my thunder."
We both glanced at Jace. "Your thunder?"
He blushed, embarrassed to admit that he was just as excited about his future wedding with Clary as she was. "I- I mean Clary's."
"Uh huh, sure," I muttered under my breath.
The front door opened before we could tease Jace any farther. My father walked through the door, last minute grocery bags in one arm and Max in the other, the two laughing at something secret between father and son.
"I heard that, Maximillian Alexander Lightwood." My mother followed them inside, sounding annoyed, but a smile plastered to her face. I smiled to myself, still thankful that Max was okay, and that all my family could be here on Thanksgiving.
Well, nearly everyone.
"Good morning, sweetie," my mother chimed as she kissed me on the cheek. I took some of the groceries from her hands and she smiled her silent thanks as I followed her into the kitchen.
"Mom, have you seen Magnus?"
She began to put things away as my father and Max sat at the table, Max babbling on about some new super hero movie as my father listened animatedly. "He was up around six thirtyish, making pancakes for himself and Max."
"They were awesome too! He put chocolate chips in them AND whipped cream on top AAAAND he put a smiley face on them with blue berries for eyeballs! It was better than your pancakes, Alec!"
"I don't doubt it." I absently answered him. Magnus hated getting up early. Why would he be up that early?
"Don't worry, honey. Magnus is a big boy. I'm sure he'll be back soon."
"Just call him if you're concerned," my father offered up as he stood, grabbing my mother and whispering something in her ear. "Oh, he'd love that" I heard her whisper. He smiled, kissing her.
It was a rare sight for my parents to be intimate in front of any of us. Most kids would probably make gagging noises, but it reassured me.
"I love you, Maryse."
Mom looked twenty years younger when she smiled at him. "Love you too. Now get going or you'll miss your movie!"
Max piped up from his perch at the dining table. "You're going to a movie without Momma, Dad?"
"Yep."
Max pouted. "Well, that's not very nice."
My father chuckled. "Well, Mom and I agreed that since you're feeling better that while she's here cooking dinner that you and I could go see the new Avengers movie you were so excited about."
As if on cue, my mother said, "Try not to scream too loud, Max. It'll hurt your chest."
Instead, Max nodded his head vigorously. "Thanks, Dad!" His excitement couldn't be contained, no matter how hard he was trying to rest his tired body.
Dad picked him up and swung him over his shoulders, causing the both of them to laugh. "Bye, Mom!" they both called at the same time. She laughed, shooing them out.
As they left the kitchen Jace entered, a worried look on his face. "You okay, bro?"
He nodded. "Clary just called and said she'd be over later than we'd planned."
"Well honey, it's her holiday too. She can't spend all of it with you. She has parents too, you know."
"I know, Mom, it's just that...she sounded off."
"Off?" I inquired.
"Yeah. Maybe it was a bad connection or something." He shrugged it off; dipping his finger into a batter Mom was currently working on. She slapped his hand away and he whined, but they laughed.
Their chatter faded away as I went back upstairs to get dressed. I put on my dark wash Buckle jeans that Magnus loved and a plain, long sleeved shirt over my head, hurriedly slipping into my converses. Magnus's black pea coat lay on the back of my computer chair.
Had he forgotten it? I pulled my arms through it and glanced in the mirror again, combing my fingers through my hair. I slipped it into a low pony tail. I couldn't believe it had gotten that long.
I locked the front door behind me and started my walk into the brisk November breeze, the comforter from my bed folded under my arm. I had a feeling I knew where Magnus had gone. After all, today was his mother's favorite holiday.
Magnus' POV:
I'd fallen asleep with tear stained cheeks and frozen to the core. The warmth that spread through me now wasn't unwelcoming, just strange. Had the sun come out?
I stirred, feeling the ground beneath me move only slightly. My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the afternoon light. I felt a pressure on the top of my head, and my cheek was nuzzled into the familiar mold of my lover's neck. "Alec?" I asked in a small voice.
He kissed my temple. "I'm here."
I nodded, reclosing my eyes and curling up into him even more. I'd felt myself getting better the past few days, but today was especially hard for me. "You didn't have to come."
"I know." He wrapped his arms around me, pulling a blanket tighter to us. "You were asleep on your mom's headstone when I got here. I was afraid you'd get sick, being like that in the cold."
"It wasn't as cold this morning. But I'm glad you came with a blanket. Smart thinking."
"Didn't know you were dating a genius, did you?"
I laughed, leaning up to kiss him. His lips met mine tenderly. I brought up my hand to cup the side of his face, pulling him closer. Even though I felt so broken, he could make me whole in an instant.
We pulled away slowly, Alec's comforting arms strong around me. His chin rested against my shoulder, his breath warming me and chilling me all at the same time.
"Don't we need to leave?"
He shook his head. "I can tell you're not ready to go. And I have all the time in the world for you."
I nodded, not trusting my voice. His fingers wove through mine. We sat at the foot of my parent's tombstones for what could have been hours, chatting easily and kissing occasionally. I felt so at peace here with him. I hadn't felt this whole in a long time.
"I'm ready."
"Are you sure?"
I smiled, scooting off his lap as he wrapped me up in the blanket and got up to stretch. "Yeah, they know I love them. And I'm not sure you can handle your stomach growling any more before you start eating the dead leaves off the ground."
"I can't help it! You and Max had pancakes, and while kissing you all day long is the most delicious thing ever, it doesn't satisfy the hunger in my stomach."
I blushed a little, much to his amusement. "Magnus?"
"Hmm?"
"You know how much I love you, right?"
I looked away from him, pondering. "Hmmm, I think so, but maybe you'd better remind me."
Before I knew it he had me off the ground, carrying me bridal style back to his car, kissing me breathless.
A/N from Bee: I think that's the first time in my life I have ever typed out the word "pre cum"…I'm still blushing.
A/N from Ella- BLAME ME FOR THE LACK OF FAST UPDATING! IT'S ALL MY FAULT. Poor Bee is trying to deal with college and writing at the same time and I'm over in my little Middle School world like "Derrrrrrrrrrp wuts updating? derrrrrp." *sighs* I've got a very serious illness called Couch Potato-itis. Yeah, it's dangerous you guys. Can consume your life for apparently three months.
If you still love me (I know you still love Bee, how could you not?) can you all give us some kind reviews to brighten up her college-y life? *whispers* you know you want to...
