38

Lips of an Angel

Magnus frowned, combing Alec's hair back with his thin and polished fingers as the boy moaned and mumbled in his sleep.

"Shh, shh…sleep peacefully, my love," he whispered, bending so his lips were beside his ear. Alec shivered a little before sighing, burying his face in Magnus's stomach. Chairman Meow snored a little against Alec's tummy. Magnus smiled. Such a perfect little moment to savor.

He looked up at his friend. "We're almost done with this story, Adriana."

She smiled softly. "I believe it is."

Magnus squeezed Alec to him, holding him tight, kissing his forehead, immersing himself in the boy for a moment before he spoke.

Well, then, I suppose there's just one thing left to talk about.

He was alright, eventually. He went back to his family and dealt with the rest of the craziness that went on those next few days. Poor thing.

Yes, he introduced me AS HIS BOYFRIEND to his wonderful parents. Yes, Maryse was so kind to me in front of all the other Shadowhunters, but as soon as she's behind closed doors she turns into a raving lunatic.

Anyway, Valentine was dead, Clary and Jace weren't brother and sister anymore and a celebration had broke out in Idris, Shadowhunters and Downworlders alike. I stood with my Alec and his family, so happy to be near him, able to hold his hand without him freaking out on me or anything. No more secrets, no more hiding, no lies. It was me and Alec, and I couldn't have asked for anything more.

I was dressed to the nines as usual, black Victorian jacket and a silk purple vest. Oh, come now, Adriana, you and I both know that nothing touches this body but silk when I go out. Alec was dressed in his usual; soft, faded jeans and an equally worn brown sweater that had been black in another life. And still, he looked spectacularly adorable.

"…get thee gone, woman, and bring me something brown."

"Brown?" Isabelle scowled.

"Yes, brown is a very manly color. Alec is wearing it."

He looked down at himself, plucking the shirt. "It was black, but then it faded."

"You could dress it up with a sequined headband," I teased, offering it to him. He blushed, smacking my hand away while I smiled playfully. "Just a thought."

After awhile of listening to Jace and Simon babble about girls, Alec too my hand. "Come here," he whispered, tugging me away from the group.

He was dragging me toward, much to my immense surprise, the dance floor.

"Alexander, do you want me to dance with you?" I asked, smiling. He smiled back, shy and pink.

"Maybe. I just…I want to be close to you. I've been waiting for this all day," he confessed. My expression softened to what I imagined to be a gooey mess.

"Oh, darling." I leaned toward him, meaning to give him a long kiss to show him my appreciation and just how much I missed him.

"Alec!" A voice behind me said. We jumped away from each other, turning to meet his mother's smile.

I shook her and Robert's hands, smiling and nodding as they spoke. Maryse put her arm around her son as she told me I was welcome in her house whenever I pleased. Yeah, she kept that promise.

They finally left us alone when the fireworks started. I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tight. "Can you be happy now, love?" I asked, lips beside his ear. He shivered a little, smiling, and nodded. We looked up at the display over our heads, watching with mild awe with the rest of the crowd.

The colors danced across the sky, my fingers linked in his. I tugged him closer, smiling a little when he rested his head on my shoulder. "I want you to remember something," I said softly. "If we're ever apart, for whatever reason, look at the moon. I'll be looking at it too. That way, no matter what, we're never away from each other."

He kissed my cheek, making butterflies flutter in my stomach.

"You're gonna make Clary jealous," he said. "I don't think Jace gave her the moon." For the first time in at least a century, I blushed.

We stayed like that, so close, so unaware and so unconcerned with the rest of the world until the finale came and went, the last of the lights fading into the black. I looked at him, mesmerized as usual. "What do you want to do now?" I asked. He stared at me for a moment, nervously chewing his lip.

"I…would you, um…I'm kinda tired," he mumbled. I blanched, just looking at him. He was proposing that we…Oh lord…

"Okay," was all I could manage to blurt out. He took my hand, almost jogging toward a sort of hotel about a block away.

"Where are we going?" I asked, slightly confused. He turned maroon.

"I, uh, might have rented a room."

I pulled him to me, kissing him deeply. I let my tongue venture past his lips, delving a lot deeper than I usually did. He gasped, shuddering before melting into me, obliging to my kiss, hands gripping my jacket with desperation I'd never felt in him before.

We gasped when we broke apart, breathing hard and heavy, and this was just a prelude to what would happen in just a short while.

"We, we should wait until we…" He began. I nodded.

We kissed the entire elevator ride, lost in each other. He tugged at my hair, jerking it free from it's prison, making me even hungrier for his flesh. My hands roved all over his body, touching wherever I could reach, knowing that the mystery he left under these tattered clothes would soon be solved. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to know what it felt like for his delicately soft skin to be all over me.

The thought send my blood surging and I lifted him up, allowing him to wrap his legs around my waist.

"God, Alec," I growled, slamming him against the door to our room. He moaned softly, throwing his head back while I ravaged his neck.

"Magnus."

Sweet lord, hearing him say my name like that, with a hint of want and need and lust, there's no other feeling like that in the whole world.

"Easy, easy," he gasped, putting his hands on mine, which were clawing at his chest. "Not so hard, please."

"I'm sorry," I gasped, haggard, but sincere. I kissed him softly, turning my tearing into caressing. I fumbled the key into the lock, getting a firm hold on his back before opening the door.

We collapsed on the bed, me above him. I kissed down his jaw-line and behind his ear, suckling just enough to elicit a sound.

I put my hands inside his shirt, moaning at the feel of his skin. He gasped and whimpered a little. He allowed me to take off the faded garb, leaving me to bury my face in his chest, sighing against his skin. God, he was softer than I imagined and just as beautiful. I felt the slightly raised scars graze my cheeks, my lips attacking his skin. He moaned and writhed beneath me, hands fisting my hair, arcing into me.

I threw the vest from me, letting his shaking and pale fingers work at the buttons. I hugged him to me when my torso was as naked as his.

"Oh!" He squeaked.

"Unf…" I moaned, knowing from the beginning he would feel this glorious.

His skin was so hot against mine. I stopped myself from trembling, bit my lip to keep it from shaking, but there was nothing I could do about the unrealistic pounding of my heart.

He put his hand on my chest, right over it, looking at me, expression concerned.

"Are you alright, darling?" He asked softly. I nodded, the lump in my throat too big to allow me to speak.

His hands were fevered and absolutely everywhere. I couldn't get away from him. God, it felt so good. His skin was soft, hands firm but tender, lips passionate. But this was happening so fast. I…I couldn't keep up with him. I hated to admit it, but I was petrified to do this. I wasn't about to tell him that, I'd look like a fucking idiot but…but then our shirts were off and then our pants were too and I knew that he wanted this. I knew he wanted to be closer to me than he'd ever been and show me how much he loved me and I at least owed him that much but…but...

"Magnus, wait, wait!" He put his hands on my chest, voice shaking. I looked at him, heart wrenching. His eyes were filled with tears, breath frantic and short. "I…I can't do this," he whispered, ashamed. "I'm-I'm not ready. I thought I was, but I…I can't. I'm so sorry…" His voice broke, a tear leaking to his cheek.

I felt like I'd kicked a puppy or canceled Christmas. The poor thing, so scared, so vulnerable and I'd decided to be a selfish prick and ravage the poor thing. God, what the hell was wrong with me?

I looked at this poor little lamb I'd frightened half to death, holding his cheek, damning myself to the lowest level of hell reserved for pricks like me. "Oh, Alexander," I pulled him close, kissing his cheek. "I am so sorry, darling, I didn't mean to scare you, my love."

"You didn't, you didn't," he assured tearfully. "I'm just a puss, is all. I- Mag, I'm sorry. I know you wanted to- and I do too, I just- I'm so sorry."

"Shh, shh…stop it. Hey," I held his face. "Alexander, I am not with you to have sex with you. I'm here to love you whenever you need me and even when you don't. I love you. And yes, I do want this, but I won't rush it. I've waited 800 years just to meet you. I think I can wait a month or two to make love to you."

That sent him into a fit of embarrassed tears. I held him, kissing his cheek and his temple, shushing him softly. "It's alright, it's alright, darling. Don't cry. There's nothing to be embarrassed about."

"So…what do we do now?" He asked. I looked down in those big blue eyes, his nose pink from the tears.

I held him close, kissing him. I snuggled down in the covers with him, smiling warmly. "How's this?" He smiled his shy little grin.

"This…this is nice," he said softly. He leaned into my chest. We looked at each other most of the night, saying so much without saying a word. We kissed often; I stroked his hair and his arms, marveling at his beauty.

"Hey, Magnus?" He said sleepily, barely coherent. I was dozing myself.

"Yes, love?"

"I love you."

My heart stopped, eyes flying open as I looked down at him. His eyes were closed, a content smile on his lips. He said it. He said it back.