Magnus always felt strangely all-encompassing when we were pressed together. I was smaller than him, and he just seemed to be all around me. Through the entrance to his apartment I had to stand up on my toes to kiss him, after the door was shut he hoisted me up so I was essentially sat on his linked forearms. I used my own arms around his neck as a support and found it was a much more convenient position.

It couldn't have been easy to walk with a teenage boy clinging onto him, but Magnus didn't put me down until his bed was below us. The sheets smelled like Magnus while Magnus smelled more like fruit-flavoured alcohol and tobacco. He didn't smoke in the apartment because of his fabrics; but outside was fair game. The funny thing was that he didn't seem addicted. Sometimes when he wasn't paying attention I'd hide Magnus' cigarettes, or throw them out altogether, and he wouldn't even notice.

No. Magnus' addiction, I thought as my shirt got pulled over my head, was something else entirely.

"I have something for you." Magnus announced; stroking my hair that way he did when I was dozing off.

"Again?" I asked, not stirring my head from the pillow. I wasn't so sure a round two was on the table, I was pretty tired.

Magnus started to chuckle and kissed my forehead softly. I nuzzled closer.

"Not that." He said, thankfully. When he started to get up I groaned in protest.

Well, now I was going to be cold. I pulled his side of the quilt around me - if he wanted it then he shouldn't have left - sat up a little and watched Magnus trawl through the clothes on the floor.

In all fairness, most of them were just a result of him being messy, not our activities.

Eventually Magnus found the jeans he'd been wearing, but when he looked in the pocket he must not have found what he was looking for, because he went down on his hands and knees to search the floor.

It afforded a nice view, however I was beginning to get curious.

"What are you looking for?" I asked. Without Magnus there with me the logical part of my brain - the part that told me I should be getting home - was starting to kick in. I started to get up myself.

"No, Darling, you just stay there." Magnus ordered with a playfully pointed finger.

"I need to get home." I told him. I had work to go to in the morning, staying the night didn't feel like it would be a very clever move.

And yet I stayed put.

"Found it!" Magnus hissed successfully.

When he raised a closed fist in the air in triumph I raised an eyebrow at him. Smiling, Magnus crawled up the mattress towards me. I held onto the quilt I was now bundled up in and he sat in front of me cross-legged.

His expression was like Max's when he went to open his Christmas stocking every year. I couldn't help but smile back at him.

"Hold out your hands and close your eyes." Magnus grinned excitedly. I resisted the urge to face palm.

"Exactly how young do you think I am?" I asked with a roll of the eyes for good measure.

All Magnus did was pull an expectant face back at me, so I complied and closed my eyes. When I held my hands outstretched I felt a small, weighty object drop into them, and when I opened my eyes I saw that it was a silver key.

"So you don't get trapped in my apartment again." Said Magnus, proudly. "Of course, I'm omitting the part of this speech where I ask you to move in full-time."

"Tactful." I smirked, knowing the really tactful thing would have been to keep that last part to himself.

I passed Magnus' key from hand to hand a couple times. I'd held many awe-inspiring items in the past, but they were parts in somebody else's story. For me, personally, just this was huge. Who would have thought that one day a man would be giving me a key to his place and contemplating us living together?

I launched forward and hugged Magnus without warning. He fell backwards, laughing. "So you'll take it?"

"Of course I will." I smiled. "Thank you."

Magnus seemed satisfied with my reply. We laid there in the awkward position I'd fallen on him, with the thick quilt in between us, until he rolled onto his side. Now our heads were on the wrong end of the mattress and the covers were doing nothing for either of us.

I went to get up and change ends but Magnus pulled me back down again as soon as I put his key on the beside cabinet.

"I'm not going anywhere." I said. "Just up by the pillows."

"The pillows are so far away!" Magnus complained theatrically and held me against himself with my back pressed to his chest.

"Magnus!" I laughed, kicking my legs and sparing a thought to the fact all my weight was currently on top of him. "I'm going to crush you!"

"I can fix that." Magnus sounded as though he were smirking behind me. All of a sudden we were flipped so that I was chest-down on the bed. Magnus leaned on his elbows so that the crushing problem wasn't reversed onto me.

I most definitely did not think about the fact we were both completely bare. Nope. Not at all.

"I hope you're not planning-"

"I'm not planning anything." Magnus said in a voice which made a mockery of innocence.

He kissed the back of my neck and spine.

I rolled my eyes again. "Of course you're not."

"No." Said Magnus. "I'm far to spontaneous for planning."

Now, that I could believe.

"Morning Alec!" Said Tessa happily. Her voice was in tune with the ringing of the bell attached to the door.

Tessa's nose was, as usual, firmly stuck in her book. She barely looked up for a while. When she did she caught me trying to smooth my hair down in one of the ornate mirrors which were dotted around.

"Long night?" She asked, with a knowing and ever-so-slightly judgemental smile. The kind I would give to Izzy when she had a hangover even though she was too young – in theory – to drink in the first place.

I smiled back despite myself. "You could say that."

"The boyfriend?" Tessa questioned; right on the money. She slipped her bookmark between two pages and put the old volume under the counter where it wouldn't be mistaken for merchandise.

"If you look up the word 'insatiable' in the dictionary, you'll find a little picture of Magnus Bane." I informed her. I also gave a little extra thanks to the Angel - in my head of course - that I didn't have a sitting-down office job anymore.

The corners of Tessa's mouth turned up slightly like she was trying not to smile.

"I know a boy like that." She said, pushing her hair back from her face and blushing a little.

A lot of people hide behind their hair when they're nervous or embarrassed. Tessa hid behind her hands and played with her hair instead. Tessa also didn't talk about guys a whole lot unless they were fictional; so I was surprised to hear about this guy in her life.

"I don't know about that." I joked. Magnus was certainly the only glitter-loving polyamorous bisexual sex-addict I'd ever met. I decided to tone down my phrasing out loud, in light of the fact I still didn't know Tessa all that well. That and customers were beginning to filter in. "Magnus is pretty... Quirky."

"Oh, Alec." Tessa laughed, coming out from behind the counter to get involved on the shop floor. "You don't know the meaning of 'quirky'."

Chapter up. I'm not sure I'm completely happy with it but there's only so many times I can re-write something before I feel the need to just move forward. So I hope you liked it, at least. Thank you for reading! Next up should be "Common Interest".