@heavenmoved ;;
“so you mean to tell me that your mother wants to meet me of all people during a dinner that was your idea? you’ve got to be joking.”
he tightened the grip on the towel in his hand, taking a break from his cleaning to look the other dead in the face. as if he didn’t have enough to worry about, now he had to add a lightwood family dinner into the equation as well.
“you’re killing me, alexander. both literally and metaphorically killing me.”
he took a step closer, tossing the cloth to the side as he reached out to brush a bit of lint from the other’s shirt. he wasn’t even sure he could handle a full course dinner with maryse lightwood. it was almost a guarantee that by the main course he’d want nothing more than to be swallowed by the floor.
“why you suggested a dinner i’ll never understand.”
he had begun to turn to return to his cleaning, stopping in his tracks at the sudden dip of dark hair and the gentle brush of the other’s lips against his own. he always knew the one way to make him melt.
“fine… but only because you asked so nicely.”
he’s not joking. he WISHES he was joking, but it only the truth. they’ve been together... well, not necessarily openly, but just openly enough that word had gotten back to his mother & when he’d invited her to a family dinner - a way to reconnect in light of all the changes going on in their lives - she had surprised him by adamantly stating the other be invited as well.
Alec doesn’t blame him for the look he gets - he’d ALSO rather face down a shax demon than have his mother meet his -- boyfriend? significant other? he’s not entirely sure what they are just yet, but he knows he’s important to him & really, that’s all that matters.
that, & the way alexander rolls off his tongue. it makes it damn hard to do anything but smile ruefully. ‘ I’m not killing you, ’ he snorts. ‘ don’t be dramatic. its’s just dinner and it’s not even my cooking. ’ he tugs him in, the kiss soft, brief. a promise of more, if the other is patient enough to wait for it.
‘ thank you. ’ they’ll survive this, he knows. not that he was worried about it. but somehow it makes warmth blossom in his chest. he can’t put into words how much this means to him just yet, but maybe the other can tell. ‘ now, what can I help you with? ’
