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“How the hell is this relaxing?“ asks Alec as their jet whizzes into the sky. Magnus takes his seat, automatically adjusting to the slight turbulence that’s causing his boyfriend so much distress. He smiles knowingly and asks, ”Want a drink? It’d help you relax.“ At the word ‘relax’ Alec’s eyes widen, then his face breaks into a wicked grin. ”No,“ he says, as he unbuckles his seat belt, ”I have a better idea.“ And it’s all Magnus can do to keep quiet; there’s still a pilot on a private jet.

“Sit down,” demanded Alec as he stood up from his seat. He locked eyes with his boyfriend, set his shoulders back, and strode over to him. Magnus liked it when he took charge. Luck was not on Alec’s side though, and they hit a tiny patch of turbulence that caused him to stumble into the aisle and nearly face plant into the other seat. After catching himself, he realizes his face was only inches Magnus’s lap. A smirk quirked on the edge of the warlock’s mouth, “That was easy,” he said.

~ by mockingjem