Alec wanted to tease his husband, but laughter and happiness seemed to steal away his words. Instead of speaking, he returned the kiss, holding Magnus close while trying to show him how much he loved him, tell him all the things he could never find the right phrases to express. He hoped that the little kindnesses he gave his husband and the kisses and touches that they shared hinted at how much he felt. "I love you so much," he whispered between kisses, grinning at how pleased Magnus seemed over their plans.
As soon as Magnus started moving, he wrapped himself around his lover, grinning up at Magnus when he got comfortable atop him. For a moment, he considered unwinding his legs from Magnus' hips then decided he liked this position too much to let go. Lightly playing with the hair at the back of Magnus' neck, he considered the phrase his husband had used. "Don't Mundanes call that 'best man'?" Hadn't Clary mentioned something about being Maid of honor or something like that. "Or am I the bride?" Scrunching up his nose at Magnus, he considered what that might mean. "I'll wear a bride's gold, but I'm not wearing a dress. I'd look terrible in one."
Magnus could plan whatever he wanted except that fashion choice. Alec was not going to wear a wedding gown no matter how much Magnus might give him cute, kitten eyes. "Izzy would like to help, but try to keep her from getting too crazy with it." Alec vaguely remembered Izzy teasing him about crazy wedding schemes that had horrified him.
"We should." He knew that Indonesian was an iffy subject for Magnus. It was the language that meant the most to him, but it was also where his greatest heartbreaks had occurred. He almost suggested something Spanish, remembering that Magnus had mentioned spending most of his childhood there, but that might not be something he wanted to remember either. And Magnus was right. It should be something unique to the two of them. "If not glitter then fire." That would be the best representation of Magnus' magic.... if it wasn't another painful reminder of the past.
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As soon as Magnus started moving, he wrapped himself around his lover, grinning up at Magnus when he got comfortable atop him. For a moment, he considered unwinding his legs from Magnus' hips then decided he liked this position too much to let go. Lightly playing with the hair at the back of Magnus' neck, he considered the phrase his husband had used. "Don't Mundanes call that 'best man'?" Hadn't Clary mentioned something about being Maid of honor or something like that. "Or am I the bride?" Scrunching up his nose at Magnus, he considered what that might mean. "I'll wear a bride's gold, but I'm not wearing a dress. I'd look terrible in one."
Magnus could plan whatever he wanted except that fashion choice. Alec was not going to wear a wedding gown no matter how much Magnus might give him cute, kitten eyes. "Izzy would like to help, but try to keep her from getting too crazy with it." Alec vaguely remembered Izzy teasing him about crazy wedding schemes that had horrified him.
"We should." He knew that Indonesian was an iffy subject for Magnus. It was the language that meant the most to him, but it was also where his greatest heartbreaks had occurred. He almost suggested something Spanish, remembering that Magnus had mentioned spending most of his childhood there, but that might not be something he wanted to remember either. And Magnus was right. It should be something unique to the two of them. "If not glitter then fire." That would be the best representation of Magnus' magic.... if it wasn't another painful reminder of the past.