Sunday was funday. The rest of the week was a whirlwind of activity as Alec tried to get his life back in order. He spent time catching up on his missed assignments, apologizing to his boss and coworkers for his absences, and spending as much time in Magnus's presence as he could in the process. They were both busy trying to get caught up, so there wasn't much 'quality time' spent, but they were together, could see each other, smell each other, touch each other. Fortunately, he wasn't too far behind in archery, considering shooting angry arrows at his target had been therapeutic during the breakup, even if he had been drunk and not really aiming.

But now that Sunday was here, they both had the day off and had no plans except to just be together. They were free.

Magnus woke early and made them a huge breakfast of eggs and bacon and pancakes with blueberries and marshmallows. He was always experimenting in the kitchen, and had discovered the beauty of those pancakes awhile back and couldn't wait to share them with Alec. Alec looked like he had died and gone to heaven with the first bite. Of course, that look could also have something to do with Magnus's foot twining around his ankle and rising higher as they ate their breakfasts.

They spent a half-hour cleaning up the kitchen, their shoulders touching as they worked, neither one willing to be separated from the other. The constant friction was starting to have an affect of both of them.

Magnus took Alec's hand and pulled him close. He pressed him against the countertop as his arms found their way around Alec's waist. Alec leaned back, and Magnus bent down to kiss the love rune, his tattoo, over Alec's ribs, eliciting a smile from his boyfriend. He worked his way up Alec's body, kissing each rib, the bulge of every muscle, every tattoo he encountered on his way.

Alec's head fell back and Magnus took advantage of that position as well. His tongue thrummed across the pulse in Alec's neck at the point where it connected to his chest, and Alec moaned. Magnus bit down on the crook of Alec's neck, causing his boyfriend to quiver against him. His tongue trailed along Alec's jaw, followed by kisses, and then their mouths finally came together.

Alec's fingers were working their way up Magnus's back, dancing across the sharp points of his shoulder blades, palpating the movements of his muscles as his hands worked up and down Alec's body. When Alec's hands finally reached the fleshy parts of Magnus's shoulders, he gripped them tightly for just a moment before sliding his arms around Magnus's neck, and deepened the kiss. He slid his tongue inside Magnus's mouth, tasting the sweet, exotic flavor, brushing his tongue against Magnus's and probing all the dark recesses.

Alec felt light-headed, not just from the breathless kiss, but from having Magnus in his arms, from knowing Magnus was his. The last two weeks seemed to slip away as he lost himself in Magnus's kiss and touch, the feel of Magnus's hands and lips and tongue on his body.

Magnus's hands slid down his body and captured his hand. He tugged Alec up the stairs, slipped inside his room and closed the door behind them. He grabbed the remote, dimming the lights to a soft, romantic glow and clicking on the stereo almost simultaneously. The sweet melody of a love song wafted through the air and Alec recognized the song as one of from the cd Magnus made for Halloween, the one with songs about angels and heaven. He smiled at the memory of that night, his thoughts conveniently skirting the part involving Camille.

Magnus never once broke contact with Alec, and now pulled gently on his hand, curving his arm above Alec's head and making him spin in a circle. He caught him as he faced Magnus again, and pulled him close as his arms, once again, wound around his boyfriend. They swayed casually to the music, nuzzling against each other, breathing each other in, falling even further in love.

They had each done what they had to do this week to get their lives back on track, but now they could focus on their relationship and putting everything they had into it, into each other, into being together, and shedding the hurt that had broken them last week. The fissures were sealing, the pain receding, and the attempt to make things right between them was rapidly becoming effortless. It's funny how letting the person you love in, letting them break down the barriers to your heart, trusting them and communicating with them, can make a relationship so much better.

Without warning, Magnus leaned Alec backwards into a dip. Alec's hair flew away from his face, and he laughed harder than he had in weeks. Then Magnus pulled him back up, grinning widely, and kissed him. Their dancing ceased as they wordlessly chose the kissing instead.

Magnus's mouth moved against Alec's, with Alec's. They brought their lips together time and again, soft brushes, firm presses, playful pecks, and long, lazy kisses full of love. They were so lost in each other, their hands operating of their own volition, that neither could explain how, exactly, they ended up in bed, completely naked.

They couldn't keep their hands off each other. They roamed and stroked and caressed and soothed, trailing up and down the other's body, exploring and probing and occasionally even tickling. Their lips were no different, demanding constant contact with lips and necks and chests and shoulders, until eventually Magnus leaned Alec back, and rolled on top of him.

Magnus looked deeply into Alec's eyes, and saw more love reflected there than he ever thought possible. Suddenly, his need to be close to Alec intensified. He brushed his body against Alec's, moaning as their erections touched and had them quivering with anticipation. He could see not only love in Alec's eyes, but a depth of longing and desire that unsettled him. Alec wanted him, as much as he wanted Alec.

He almost regretted having to take his hand off Alec, even if only long enough to reach for the lubricant. He slid his hand between them, massaging the lube onto his arousal, and moaning at the contact. When he finally slipped into Alec, he saw stars. It was the most heavenly, wonderful sensation he had ever felt. There were no barriers between them, just flesh on flesh, his ultra-sensitive skin surrounded by the intense warmth of Alec.

And it wasn't enough. Magnus still wanted to be closer. He wanted to crawl inside Alec's chest, feel his heartbeat, see the love for him that his heart contained. He wanted to be completely surrounded by Alec so that nothing could ever separate them again. He wanted them to be truly one. But that wasn't possible, so he would settle for being in his arms, inside him, holding him tightly, and feeling the love that radiated between them.

Magnus moved in a very slow, deliberate pace. If this was as close to Alec as he could get, he wanted it to last as long as possible. This was not about feeling good and the end result, and it was not about their passion for each other. This was an expression of love, a need to be together, a healing of all the things that had broken between them, and a promise to never hurt each other again.

This was not like their shower make-up sex, where they simply needed to purge their pain and spill it all over the shower floor.

Magnus drew his thumb across Alec's cheek, tenderly and lovingly bringing their lips back together. The kiss was slow and sweet, lazy, as if they were sitting on the couch enjoying each other's company rather than making love. But it was right, it was perfect, it was what they needed. He tangled Alec's hair through his fingers, the soft locks tickling his skin.

They had never experienced anything like this before. Their lovemaking was usually primal, carnal, urgent. This was every bit as wonderful, and intensely emotional, but by comparison was more subdued, ethereal. This was about their love, not their desire.

Magnus maintained his slow, even pace, careful to avoid any action that would make this end too quickly. He kissed Alec, slowly, deeply, passionately, but not so much as to push him over the edge. He wanted to take his time. He wanted this feeling to last forever, even though he knew that was impossible. Sex was fleeting. Lust, desire and passion were fleeting. But love could stay the course, love could last forever.

Magnus was suddenly overcome with emotion. He buried his face in Alec's neck, breathing in the scent of his hair, tightening his arms around his body. He tried to steady himself as he felt the sting of tears in his eyes, but it was no use. He could feel his love for Alec pouring out of him as if he had turned on a faucet, could feel his body absorbing Alec's love, and the tears of happiness spilled down his face. He raised his head and looked into Alec's over-bright eyes, saw the love that they held, and the wet tracks on his cheeks. He brushed away Alec's tears, as Alec did the same for him.

"I love you," Magnus whispered in a husky voice.

"I love you," Alec replied with shaky words.

And Magnus kissed him again. Somehow, they registered the fact that they had already heard the song that was playing. How many times they had heard it, they did not know, or care. Despite his best efforts, their kiss sparked, and ignited, and what had been a slow, healing, reciprocating lovemaking, quickly burst into flames. Alec's hands slid down Magnus's body, gripping his hips, coaxing him into faster movements, and Magnus had no choice but to comply.

Alec's breathing came out in harsh moans, the musical rhythm that set every one of Magnus's nerves on fire. He felt it deep in his groin, the coiling energy in his abdomen that rose up with every little sound that Alec made, every expression of love and passion for his boyfriend. With each tug on his hips, and as Alec's hands slid around to cup his ass, Magnus lost a little more control. His heart wanted him to stop, to make this continue to last, but he was at the point of no return, powerless, and he could no more stop his movements than he could stop breathing.

Wanton sounds were escaping him now, low and guttural, as he moved faster and deeper within Alec. He could see the pulse bounding in Alec's throat as he arched his back and begged Magnus for more. Resisting was futile, he realized, as he listened to the gasps and moans and sighs that mingled with his own and music playing in the background, creating the most beautiful symphony of pleasure he had ever heard. Alec's body spasmed in his arms as he cried out Magnus's name, or some garbled version of it, and warm, sticky fluid sprayed their abdomens. Alec tightened around him, wrapping his body, in every sense, around Magnus, and Magnus held on tightly as he released deep inside him.

Alec's body went limp save for the heavy panting, and his arms and legs lost their grip and slid off of Magnus. He seemed to be trying to say something, but wasn't quite able. Magnus didn't release him, still wanting to be as close as possible to the man he loved. He continued to hold Alec, kiss him, love him until it just wasn't possible any longer, then he removed himself and draped his body across Alec's. Their bodies still touched in as many contact points as possible.

Alec finally regained his ability to speak, but found that he had no words for what had just happened. What do you say after the most emotional experience of your life? When he could finally feel his body again, he engulfed Magnus in his embrace and whispered, "I love you," again, though he felt it was an inadequate description of how he really felt.

They lay like that, arms and legs entwined, bodies pressing together, as their heart rates and breathing slowly returned to normal. There were no words to say, none were needed. They just needed to be.

Finally, after God-only-knew how long, they became aware of more than just each other. Magnus heard the song that was playing, and was struck by how much the words described how he had been feeling lately. So he raised himself slightly, hovering over Alec, and looked into his beautiful blue eyes, so full of love, and sang to him.

"So tonight I'll ask the stars above
"How did I ever win your love?"
What did I do?
What did I say,
To turn your angel eyes my way?"

Alec's eyes widened, then turned incredulous. "I've already told you how amazing you are, Magnus. Nothing has changed…except that now I know how strong you are, too."

"I still can't believe you think I'm amazing. You're the amazing one."

Magnus traced Alec's features with a featherlight touch, trailing his finger along his cheek, his jaw, his lips, before replacing his finger with his lips and kissing him gently. When at last he broke the kiss, he nestled his head against Alec's chest, listening to the steady thumping of his heartbeat. He could almost imagine it saying his name with each beat. Mag-nus, Mag-nus, Mag-nus.

"Move in with me," he blurted out quietly, and felt Alec's sharp intake of breath against his cheek. He turned his eyes on Alec's, locking gazes, waiting for him to respond.

He thought about Alec moving in every time Alec left his house, and recently those thought were punctuated by an intense longing, but he hadn't intended to say it, not just yet. He wasn't sure that Alec was ready for that, not after everything that had happened between them. Apparently his subconscious longed for Alec as much as the rest of his body, and he smiled at that thought.

Alec stared at him. "Are you serious?"

"Yes," Magnus said without hesitation. He propped himself on his elbows, reading Alec's features as he spoke. "I love you, and I hate it when you leave. It feels so right when you're here with me. I want you with me all the time, every day and night."

Alec smiled warmly, but then his face fell. Magnus easily identified the longing in his expression. "Magnus, I can't just move out. Jace walked away from everything for me, I can't just leave him."

Jace. Magnus hadn't thought about him. He had focused on Alec moving in, not Alec having to move out. His disappointment must have been written all over his face, for Alec said, "Give me some time, okay? I'll talk to Jace and see what he thinks of the idea. He spends a lot of time at Clary's, maybe he's ready to take the next step, too."

Magnus's eyes snapped up to Alec's. "You're ready? You want to?" he stammered.

Alec nodded. "I really do, but I won't until Jace is ready. I owe him too much. I can't do that to him."

Magnus understood. He was honestly surprised Alec was ready, considering everything that had happened recently. He was just happy that Alec wanted to move in with him. Maybe he wanted to be with Magnus as much as Magnus wanted to be with him. Maybe he wanted to make a commitment just as much as Magnus did.

A/N: The song is "Angel Eyes" by The Jeff Healey Band.