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It was the first morning in June when they next woke in their country house, the sun streaming in through windows which let in merely light and no sound for the first time since the very early spring when they'd last been out of the city. They'd come here for a few weeks, then, but this time they were staying during June and half of July, and as Hodge had summer-help in the studio, Alec was free to stay until the end of August, if he wanted to. Magnus would probably be travelling to a series of glamourous events during the end of the summer, anyway, and Alec never enjoyed those. These days, he only came if it was a special occasion. Normally, Izzy went to galas in his stead - she was much more the type and she enjoyed them.
"Awake?" Alec smiled as he felt Magnus' breath ghost across his neck. "Mhmm..." he mumbled in responce, closing his eyes again, hoping to coax Magnus into trying to wake him some more. A slight chuckle told him that he hadn't fooled him, but Magnus still dropped a gentle trail of kisses down his neck, mumbling sugar sweet nothings across his skin as they both came more aware slowly, relishing the beginning of their vacation.
"What do you want to do today?" Alec finally mumbled, one eye only open to see Magnus' smile as he ran a careful fingertip down Alec's side in a caress which had all the time in the world and no real agenda. "Stay in bed and talk for far too long about nothing... it has been months since we last had time to do that." Magnus suggested. Alec snorted, getting a raised eyebrow in responce. "Care to share that thought, Alexander?"
"Stay in bed and talk... I really married an old man, didn't I?" He had barely managed to finish his teasing sentence as his husband westled him down and growled in playful menace. "You take that back!" Magnus threatened, his stern voice barely hiding the fact that he was close to laughter. "Never!" Alec challenged back, trying to get his own back but failing. Like sparring with Jace, Magnus was - less martial arts experience aside (or in Magnus' case, simply different as in tai chi and ballet instead of kung fu and jujitsu) the other man was simply stronger.
Magnus snorted, holding Alec down and kissing his forehead smugly, before letting go so that they could both curl up against one another, side by side again. "Showoff," Alec muttered in reply, but there was no heat in it. He didn't mind that Magnus had more experience or was stronger - be it a wrestling match or his husband's status as a business tycoon - he knew it would never be used against him.
