Angel of the morning
A/N so i know that there has been quite a few fics (all terrific, by the way)of Alec and Magnus waking up together and this is another one *groans loudly* but i just couldn’t help myself so here is my contribution to add to the list. Hope you enjoy it and please don’t hesitate to let me know what you think or give me any further prompts that you would like to see as a fic.
The smile curved Alec’s lips even before his eyes were open. Even though he was facing away from the window he could feel the warmth of the morning sun heating the skin of his back and he rolled the muscles, reveling in the luxurious feel of it like a large jungle cat in a sun spot.
He slowly raised his eye lids, taking in the sight before him that had him feeling like a big goofy idiot.
Magnus’ body created a sensual landscape below the red satin sheets and matching quilt. Long legs and narrow hips gently sloped upwards from the foot of the bed. A gentle fall, down to the slight dip of a waist; a contradiction of soft skin and firm muscle. Although he couldn’t see them, Alec knew the corrugations of Magnus’ ribs came next and he closed his eyes briefly, remembering how his hand had undulated over their surface the night before. So damned sexy.
There was yet another rise and then the sudden hill of a broad shoulder, the arm and hand extended outwards in the bed between them as if it were reaching for something. Something, or someone, Alec thought. The soft silky sheet stopped there and the rounded fall of the top of Magnus’ shoulder lay bare. The tanned skin glowing in the morning light. The temptation to lean over and place soft warm kisses against it was almost overwhelming but Alec managed to keep himself in check so his boyfriend could sleep and he could continue his admiration. Just.
The ascent of his beautiful neck led to the angle of a firm jaw, proud and strong even in sleep. His eyes had finally reached his face, that handsome, exotic countenance, that he could quite happily stare at for the rest of his days. He took it all in; the elegant dark curve of each eyebrow, the slightly curved almond shape of each closed eye with their fringe of black lashes. The slope of a small nose, that begged for tiny kisses on its tip and then the perfect cupid’s bow of pink lips.
Alec loved how serene and relaxed Magnus looked in his sleep, all previous worries and stresses banished into the void of a deep restful slumber. By the angel, how had he gotten so lucky, he thought to himself as he continued his adoration. He clutched at the top of the sheet, his fingers gripping the slippery material so hard, his knuckles turned white. No, he can’t touch him and wake him up, he looked way too peaceful and the last few weeks had been so hard on him.
Oh, but those soft pink lips, slightly parted, warm air escaping from them were just so irresistible.
Alec bit his bottom lip in thought. Just one light little kiss wouldn’t hurt, would it? He was sure he could do that without disturbing him. No, no, he shouldn’t it wasn’t fair to wake him up when he was so sound asleep.
Just then Magnus stirred in his sleep; his smooth brow furrowed just a little and he murmured something unintelligible before rolling onto his back, his face still turned towards Alec. Alec stilled and looked hopefully at him. Was he finally waking up?
Magnus made no further sound or movement and Alec couldn’t help the slight pang of disappointment that hit him. He settled back against his pillow again, his eyes never leaving him once, however. After another five minutes of silence and internal arguing, it got the better of him and he moved carefully closer and then raised himself onto one runed forearm. He smiled as he looked down into the face of the man he loved and he doubted that there would ever be a sunrise or even a sunset that he would see that could make him feel the way he did when he looked at that face. He lowered himself, millimetre by excruciating millimetre, to that beautiful mouth and ever so lightly, touched its surface with his own.
It was the very barest of contact between them but it was enough for Alec to feel the thrill of it travel from his head to his toes. Before he had even realised he was doing it, his hand had come up to gently brush a few errant strands of dark hair from Magnus’ forehead. Alec repressed a moan of pleasure as he felt the softness beneath his fingertips. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, taking in the scent that was Magnus Bane, a scent that was like no other and he would know even if he was blindfolded and in a room full of other people.
Magnus made no indication that he had been disturbed so Alec felt emboldened enough try again. He dampened his lips with the tip of his tongue and took his mouth again, this time lingering a little longer than he had before, the feeling of their sweet softness too good to rush away from.
Magnus gave a quiet purr deep within his throat and Alec’ eyes flew open to see a definite curve framed by his thin goatee. He went to pull back, now feeling guilty for waking him up but a slender fingered hand had gone to the back of his neck, pulling him back down so their lips met for a third time.
This kiss had more definition than the last two and Alec could feel the difference straight away. Their mouths worked in tandem to each other and each movement filled Alec with a warmth that no other source could ever hope to achieve. He allowed his hand to go back up to rest against the side of Magnus’ face, his thumb brushing the surface of his cheek bone, hard below the smooth skin. He could feel another hand at the back of his shoulder, pressed firmly onto the working muscle as if it were trying to hold it in place.
The tip of a wet tongue flicked out to touch his bottom lip, sending sparks firing through him and he deepened the kiss even more. God, he could never get enough of this, Alec thought as his entire nervous system began to fire up. A soft sound from below told him that Magnus was feeling the same way. The pressure of their lips increased as did each of their breaths that were now coming in deep draws of air through noses that were mashed against each other. Alec felt like a drowning man that had finally been given the air that his lungs had been craving and he took in as much of the precious gift as his body would allow.
A few minutes later, they had finally had their fill of each other enough that they could allow themselves to break the addictive contact that they shared. Magnus’ delicate eyelids raised slowly and his deep chocolate brown eyes latched onto Alec’s hazel ones as if there were a homing device hidden behind them. His hand left the back of his neck to come around to rest near his stubbled jaw, his soft fingers moving slowly over the roughness. He was smiling with so much feeling, Alec wasn’t sure the shaft of morning sunlight through the curtains could ever hope to compete with the way it lit his whole face.
“Good morning, my love.” He purred softly.
“Good morning to you too. I’m sorry for waking you.” Alec confessed. The smile got bigger somehow.
“Never apologise for loving me that much, Alexander. I could never be angry with you for waking me up like that as long as you promise me one thing.” Alec smiled down at him and raised an eyebrow in expectation.
“I would promise you anything.” He said softly.
“That you let me wake you up the same way sometime.”
Alec gave a soft laugh and felt a burst of heat go through him at the delicious thought.
“Anytime you like, babe. I love you.” He whispered and took his mouth again this time the kiss was soft and delicate and filled with emotion.
“I love you too, Alexander.” Magnus said between kisses and allowed himself to be filled with the unique radiance that was the essence of their love for each other.