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It's So Heavenly Here

Magnus looked at Alec for a long moment, stroking his cheeks and his hair, smiling when Chairman Meow hopped into the crook of Alec's arm, settling in a little fluffy ball on him.

"Magnus?" Adriana piped, breaking him from his trance.

"Sorry," he chuckled. "He's just so…" He shook his head.

So, let's see…

Ah, alright.

There came a point where Alec didn't want to leave at the prescheduled time. Coming up with excuses became increasingly difficult as well. It's a little ridiculous when people start to notice the quiet one is gone.

"One more," Alec breathed into my lips, begging for a kiss. I cradled his cheek, suckling his lips in mine, biting just a little to make him moan ever so softly. We were so lost in each other, tangled together, intoxicated. I could smell him, I could feel him. He surrounded me, and I him.

I finally broke the kiss, peeking down the street at the Institute. "You'd better go, darling." I said softly. He stared at me, his lips pinked and swollen. He pounced on me again, kissing me hard and deep. I held him, fisting his shirt in my hand, tangling his hair in my fingers.

"I don't want to," he whispered harshly between a kiss, hot and wet, his tongue tangling with mine.

"Mmn, Alexander," I purred, smiling at him. "I do believe I've created a monster." His smile turned shy.

"I just…I don't want to go yet," he whispered, thumbing my cheek.

"Alec, if I didn't know any better I'd say you care about me," I chuckled. He kissed me again, deep and warm.

"I though I made that obvious?" He whispered. "One more?"

I sighed happily. "One," I said firmly, smiling still. It was soft and languid, slow and absolutely delicious.

"Alright," I said softly, painstakingly breaking away from him. "Goodnight, Alexander," I whispered. "Sweet dreams, darling."

"I don't want to go." He was almost whining now. He was absently running his hand up and down my back, toying with my hair with his free hand. I smirked at him.

"I have a proposition for you; you get your cute little self inside and I'll have a surprise for you," I offered.

"And I'll have it when I see you tomorrow?" He asked, curious. I nodded, still smiling.

"You have my word, love." I pecked his lips. "Goodnight, Alexander."

He lingered for a moment, still holding onto me.

"Goodnight, Magnus."

Another moment of looking at me before he went to the Institute, looking back before he went inside.

The last thing I wanted to do was leave. I wanted to stay in his arms all night. I hated to admit it, but I really, really liked Magnus.

The taste of his lips was overwhelming to me, and highly addicting. I didn't want to go. That was the last thing I wanted. What would I do when I got there? Listen to Izzy ramble about that fairy guy? Or watch Jace and Clary mope about being siblings? Most likely I would end up in my room or the library alone. As usual.

Jace. He used to be all I thought about, whether I was with Magnus or not. Now I found myself not realizing he existed until I went home, and even when I did I was still thinking about Magnus. It was strange how that worked.

I wanted to stay right here, right in his arms where I could smell that unique scent that only belonged to him and feel his warmth, feel his body under his tight clothes. I just wanted to be here with him.

Par t of me was fighting it, fighting the feelings I had. I usually listened to that voice. But tonight was different. Tonight I was perfectly content with staying here in Magnus's arms for the rest of my life.

I kept kissing him, feeling his styled hair and his skin, tasting his full pink lips and wrapping my arms firmly around him, wanting to feel him for just a little longer.

"You'd better go, darling," He said, his eyes dazzling in this light. I kissed him again, attacking him, wanting him this close to me for as long as humanly possible.

"I don't want to." I gasped.

It was like that for awhile, tit for tat while I continued to get what I wanted, and it was his lips. I got to stall and stay in his arms for just a few moments longer.

"Mmn, Alexander. I do believe I've created a monster."

I believe he had. I certainly felt like it. I felt myself blush a little. "I just…I don't want to go yet." I was touching his face, that dazzling smile directed at me that melted into a smirk.

"Alec, if I didn't know any better I'd say you care about me."

Oh, that stupid-

I kissed him once more, trying to show him how much I cared, and it was more than I dared to admit.

"I thought I made that obvious?" I asked breathily. "One more?" He sighed, smiling.

"One."

He led this one, being gentle with me, letting me get a good, long taste of him.

"Alright," he said, having to force both himself and me away. "Goodnight, Alexander. Sweet dreams, darling."

"I don't want to go." I felt like a child complaining about going to bed. Just five more minutes, five more minutes of him would do.

But then again, tonight I don't think I would ever get enough of him. There was something in the air tonight, something that made me want him so desperately. Something that made it almost impossible to let go.

"I have a proposition for you; you get your cute little self inside and I'll have a surprise for you," he said.

"And I'll have it tomorrow when I see you again?"

"You have my word, my love."

Alec sighed in his sleep, snuggling against Magnus's stomach. The warlock smiled at him, still petting his hair. "I don't think there isn't anything I wouldn't do for this boy," he said softly.

Adriana smiled herself.

She'd waited a long time to see Magnus so happy. She'd never wanted anything else for him, and this little Shadowhunter in front of her had brought him that. She could never thank Alec Lightwood enough for that. There weren't the words for it.

"So what did you surprise him with?"

Magnus grinned wickedly.

He had no idea what he was in for…

I leaned my forehead against my bedroom door once I'd shut it, sighing softly. A surprise. Heh, what could he possibly-

"Oh!" I jumped, hand instantly going to my stele as I turned.

"Whoa, Alexander, calm down! It's me!"

"You were in his room?" Adriana laughed.

"Absolutely I was," Magnus chortled. "He didn't want to leave me, and he certainly couldn't stay yet another night at my loft. So I decided to stay with him instead."

First he went pale, then he turned a deep magenta, his expression caught between angry, embarrassed and happy. Yes, such a strange expression for one to make.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" He whispered harshly, taking his hand from his waist and rushing toward me. My smirk stayed, unfaltering.

"Well, you didn't want me to go, and you certainly couldn't stay with me. So, the only other solution would be for me to stay with you," I said. My smile faded. "Unless you want me to go?"

"I didn't say that," he said quickly. "You…you just surprised me, is all." I smiled again, patting the side of the bed I wasn't occupying.

He swallowed hard, blushing all the way up to his ears before sitting beside me.

"What id someone comes in?" He whispered. I touched his cheek.

"The only person in this house that can see me is you," I swore. "So if someone comes in, it's just you, darling."

"Oh…" He cooed, biting his lip nervously. "Okay."

"Do you need me to close my eyes so you can get into your pajamas, or…?" I offered.

"Oh, right," he said, snapping out of a daze he seemed to be in. "Um, yeah, do that."

I smirked and covered my eyes. I did not peek! Lord, I do have some integrity. I wouldn't gawk at the boy like that. It's not right to spy on someone when they're vulnerable like that. Yes, that's right. Now don't you feel guilty?

When he allowed me to look once more he was wearing baggy sweats and a T-shirt that looked so faded it might have been older than him.

He got into the bed beside me, looking at me with those big eyes. I hugged him to me, rubbing his back. I will admit, the shirt was old and worn, but goodness it was soft. Soft enough that I wasn't sure when the sleeves stopped and his skin began.

"So?" I asked, bringing my face close to his. "What do you want to do now?"

I stared at him, dumbstruck. What did I want to do? Not…not that. I wasn't quite ready for that. But I was very alright with this…

He started to kiss me, tentative and innocent, as per usual. I smiled against his kiss, holding him tight, one hand tangled in his thick, dark hair.

"Is this okay?" He asked. I nodded.

"This is very okay, darling," I assured.

We kissed for hours, at least it felt like that long. And when his kisses became lazy, his eyes tired and drooping, I thought it was time we stopped.

"Go to sleep, love," I whispered. He laid his head against my chest, closing his eyes.

"Goodnight, Magnus," he said softly. "I…I'm glad you stayed."

I rested my head on top of his, lacing his fingers in mine.

I think that's when I started to understand that I was winning this fight against the Golden Boy. He was down, but certainly not out.

I didn't want to think about that. All I wanted to think about was how good Alec smelled, and how easily he fit in my arms, like he was always meant to be there.

"Goodnight, Alexander," I whispered, kissing his cheek.

He was kissing me goodbye when I woke up the next morning.

"Do you have to go?" I asked. He smiled knowingly, pushing my hair back.

"I have an appointment in five minutes that I have to be to, darling. But I'll see you tonight."

"I will?" I mumbled, groggy. His smile grew.

"If you'll have me."

I nodded vigorously, understanding. "I will. I definitely will."

"Spectacular," he breathed, kissing me very softly. "And you'll have something to remember me by until I come back." He winked, and then he was gone.

I frowned, confused, sitting up and looking around the room. I looked down at myself and blushed, smiling shyly. I was wearing his shirt. I wrapped my arms around myself, breathing deep. It smelled just like him.

For that brief moment, I didn't know Jace Wayland existed.