“Magnus, it’s cold in here.”
The warlock turned around. “Alexander, it’s eighty degrees, and I’m dying of heat, while you sit there in your three sweaters, jeans, socks, and a blanket. Look at me. Do I look like I can turn the heat on? Not unless you want me to die of dehydration.” He snickered, walking over to Alec.
Alec, in turn, looked up at him. A light sheen of sweat ran down his forehead, smearing the glitter. He was wearing shorts, something he never did. Cargo shorts, with a rainbow belt and dark blue shirt with a cross design on it. Someone’s going for ironic, Alec thought, rather sarcastically, to himself.
It was a typical afternoon. Magnus had just gotten back from some crazy faerie party, which had been going for twenty four hours strong. He was exhausted; but Alec wouldn’t let him turn on the air conditioning. He couldn’t help being a little warm; eighty degrees is hot for New York. Magnus had taken a shower, but still couldn’t get all the faerie glitter off; not that he really minded, just that
Alec wasn’t exactly your “sparkly” kind of guy.
“I’m turning it down to seventy degrees. It’s a god damn rainforest in here!”
[Two hours later]
“M-Magnus I’m c-c-cold.” Magnus walked into their bedroom, with a glass of iced tea and a mug of hot chocolate. He handed the steaming drink to Alec, who curved his entire body around the warmth. With a sigh, Magnus sat down next to his boyfriend.
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Th-th-thanks f-for the hot choc-c-olate...” Alec moved closer to Magnus, which was somewhat difficult considering that he was under four layers of blanket.
“C’mere, you little weirdo,” muttered Magnus, who wrapped his arms around Alec. He snapped his fingers and the hot chocolate was suddenly gone from Alec’s hands and on the bedside table, neatly placed next to the alarm clock. The liquid shook a little bit, but other than that, no harm done. The air smelled like burning sugar from the magic, and Alec wrinkled his nose. Chairman Meow, who was at the foot of the bed, let out a small hiss, but then walked closer towards them, wanting in on the cuddling that the cat knew was about to happen.
“H-hey! What are y-you doing?” Alec shivered again, and Magnus tucked himself under the blankets with his boyfriend, pulling him into an embrace.
“Making you warmer.”
Alec slowly relaxed, surprised but happy. He closed his eyes and put both arms around Magnus, pulling his boyfriend even closer with his hands on his back. “I love you,” he whispered, then let out small gasp as Magnus wrapped one of his legs around Alec’s under the blankets. Magnus smiled devilishly, kissing Alec on the tip of his nose as the shadowhunter’s eyes flew open, then slowly drifted shut again. They didn’t move, but the poor cat. Chairman Meow walked up their legs, then settled right next to both of their heads, slightly above them on the pillow.
“Fine. We’ll stay like this until you are. And you can take off those millions of sweaters.”
“I’m only wearing three, and I’m not sure that you want me to do that, I’m...” Alec broke out in his adorable blush. “I’m not wearing a shirt under my sweater.”
“That only makes it better,” muttered Magnus, burying his face in his boyfriend’s shoulder.