The start of December not only brought with it the beginning of the Christmas holiday, but also the first snow of the season.
When Alec awoke in Magnus’ bed, tangled in soft royal blue sheets and warm limbs, he caught a glimpse of gauzy white snowflakes drifting past the window through the small gap in the curtains of the four poster bed. Smiling to himself, Alec reached for his glasses to get a better look, but the movement seemed to wake Magnus, whose cheek was resting on Alec’s sternum.
Stretching his legs, Magnus cracked one eye open and then the other, looking up at Alec sleepily. “It’s still early,” he mumbled, reaching up to run his thumb over Alec’s lower lip.
“It’s the first day of the holidays; we can’t just sleep that away,” Alec protested, running his fingers up and down the deep indentation of Magnus’ spine, bare skin on skin.
Magnus gave a tired and noncommittal hum, leaning up on his elbow. “Do we have plans I don’t know about?”
