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Whenever Magnus stayed the night, Alec's internal clock seemed to be more aware of time. Normally, he woke up early enough to train but when she was in his apartment, any tendency to roll over and sleep in disappeared. Or they did whenever they slept in separate places. But it seemed that when they were together, after having spent the night together in an intimate way that Alec had barely allowed himself to fantasize about, it seemed that he was more prone to drowse curled up with his...
Fiancee? Could he call her that yet? He hadn't asked her. Not properly at least, but he had the feeling that she knew he would ask and he was certain that she would say yes.
He would have asked her the night before but he wanted Charlotte's permission to court Magna before he dared to propose. Although, he doubted that her answer would stop Magnus from saying yes. She'd probably insist that they elope if anyone tried to stop them from marrying.
Later in the morning, he would go to the Institute and ask, but for now he'd stay in bed, curled up with Magna. Who seemed to be impersonating an octopus in her sleep. Not that he minded. Brushing his fingers through her hair, he flushed slightly as he thought of how his intentions of being a gentleman hadn't quite worked out the way he'd planned.
Not that Magnus had seemed to mind and they had saved some things for their wedding night.
Kissing her forehead, he thought of the night before and how much he loved having her in bed with him when he woke... Maybe he should ask Charlotte for permission to marry Magnus instead of to court her.
Fiancee? Could he call her that yet? He hadn't asked her. Not properly at least, but he had the feeling that she knew he would ask and he was certain that she would say yes.
He would have asked her the night before but he wanted Charlotte's permission to court Magna before he dared to propose. Although, he doubted that her answer would stop Magnus from saying yes. She'd probably insist that they elope if anyone tried to stop them from marrying.
Later in the morning, he would go to the Institute and ask, but for now he'd stay in bed, curled up with Magna. Who seemed to be impersonating an octopus in her sleep. Not that he minded. Brushing his fingers through her hair, he flushed slightly as he thought of how his intentions of being a gentleman hadn't quite worked out the way he'd planned.
Not that Magnus had seemed to mind and they had saved some things for their wedding night.
Kissing her forehead, he thought of the night before and how much he loved having her in bed with him when he woke... Maybe he should ask Charlotte for permission to marry Magnus instead of to court her.
