Malec One-shots

The Hotel

Magnus let out a sigh, and let his suitcase drop as he strode into their hotel room. Their luxury hotel room. He collapsed on the bed, and heard a little gasp coming from Alec, as he walked into the room. Magnus smiled, and turned his head to look at him. He stood frozen, trying to take in the entire room - the balcony looking out onto the city, the large, cleanliness of the room - the art on the walls. “Do you like it?” Magnus asked him, propping himself up with one of the pillows on the bed. “It’s amazing. I’ve never seen a room like this before -I mean your apartment cuts it pretty close, but-“

"You haven’t been very far, have you, Alexander?" Magnus asked, and Alec looked at him. "Between New York and Alicante…have you ever been outside those two cities?" He prodded, and Alec looked down, and shook his head. Magnus smiled, and got off the bed, and walked towards Alec. "That’s why we’re on this trip." He murmured, running his thumb across Alec’s cheekbone. He grinned, “C’mon," He said, taking his hands, "come see the view - its wonderful here in Paris." And he lead him the way to their balcony.