Is this silly fluffiness, or fluffy silliness, you decide.

"If you want a kiss, you could just say something," Magnus says then, breaking the quiet. "Staring at my lips until I get the hint is a little too much like pining for the stage we're at," he teases.

Lucy wakes up to the sound of running water, a blinding light, and a crick in her neck that tells her she had a really rough night. Though, she probably could have deduced that without the pain, considering she's pretty sure she fell asleep in a bathtub last night, according to her slightly hazy memory. (Rated for language and inappropriate thoughts by Lucy)