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Alec was sat upright in bed, bags under his eyes and no will left in him to get to work today. He rubbed the heels of his palms against his eyes, "Do you have to go?” his husband mumbled, nuzzling further into Alec’s bare chest, his hands wrapped tightly around his waist and fingers playing with the waistband of his boxers, he never wanted to let go.
“It’s Saturday morning. Let Izzy take care of it” he whined, desperate for Alec to stay in bed, not caring if it meant putting all of New York in danger. He just wanted a single, normal, morning with his husband. They rarely got chances like this -most nights Alec came home late and stressed, leaving early and exhausted the next morning.
Now Alec was head of the institute it was less demon-fighting and more mentally fighting himself to stay awake. They hardly got to spend quality time together anymore, someone was always making a new demand or giving him more problems to solve.
It was always
“Do this Mr. lightwood!” “Do that Mr. lightwood!”
He never got a break, not even the slightest bit of praise. No, "Job well done, Mr. lightwood.” He wasn't asking for a party, he just wanted a fucking break. A weekend off, some time alone with Magnus. Just some peace and quiet for once.
"Please, Alexander?" Alec looked down to find his husband staring up at him through his eyelashes, his eyes clearly pleading for him to stay. "I'll try," Alec hummed, running a hand through Magnus' hair, brushing it off his forehead. "No promises,” he mumbled, leaning down and pressing a chaste kiss to Magnus' forehead, "You know how Izzy can be." He reached for his phone and shot Izzy a simple text.
'Too sick.. Not coming in today, hope that's alright.'
"There, now can we get breakfast? I'm starving" Alec grumbled, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth, he had turned his phone off now and carelessly threw it to his bedside table. He wasn't even going to bother waiting for a response, he knew it'd be a hard no, but Alec couldn't care any less right now. He just wanted a day with his husband, and that he was going to get.
"Oh but you're so waaarm," Magnus grumbled, pulling his husband further down the bed and under the silk sheets. He was laying between Alec’s legs now with his head still propped up onto his chest. "Stay a while longer?" Magnus asked, his bottom lip pushed out into a pout.
He tilted his head to get a proper view of the man he was laying on -his messy black hair stuck to his forehead, obvious bags under his eyes, a slight frown spread across his plump lips. "Fine, but you better come kiss me first.." His frown quickly turning to his toothy grin as his husband shuffled over him, leaning up closer.
Magnus chuckled under his breath, stopping just before Alec's lips. "But I've got morning breath," A smirk teased the corners of Magnus' lips, their faces only centimeters apart. Alec could feel his husband's warm breath brush against his lips as he spoke. "We've been married for two years, you really think I care if you have morning breath?" Alec cocked his head, raising an eyebrow at the comment his husband had made, gentle sarcasm dripping off of his tongue as he spoke.
Magnus shook his head taking his bottom lip between his teeth, a playful look flickering through his eyes. "Then shut up and kiss me." and he did.
Magnus closed the space between them, pressing a closed lip kiss to Alec, it was slow and soft. Magnus' hands moved from Alec's waist and up to the space bellow his ears, his right thumb caressing Alec's cheek as their lips slightly parted. Alec's large hands traveled down under the baggy white t-shirt his husband had stolen from him, rubbing small circles into the small of Magnus' back, the two men sifted under the sheets, bodies pressed against each other, wanting desperately to feel the other warmth.
There was no lust, only passion and the need for the physically affection -the touch- of the other. It'd been a while since they shared a kiss like this, both of them missed it, taking in each other's warmth and the sweet scent the other would be wearing at the time.
"Breakfast?" A gentle smile -that didn't quite reach his eyes- tugged at Magnus' lips when he saw his husband chase his lips as he pulled back, a small whine escaped Alec before he opened his eyes, humming in response, his stomach now grumbling as the image of pancakes popped into his head.
Magnus rolled out from under the silk red sheets and to his feet, pulling his husband along with him.
“Get over it grumpy,” Magnus grinned, watching his husbands face scrunch at the sudden cold against his bare chest.