ι ѕєє α вα∂ мσση αяιѕιη' ♡

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He wiggled his nose in distaste. "Alex, maybe. Me?" He shook his head.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Nikita pulled the boy into his arms, "Nicky, you're my parabatai. Of course you're adorable."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He raised a brow. "What does being your parabatai have to do with anything?" He chuckled. "You'd pick an adorable partner whether you knew them or not?"

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"No," She kissed his head, "It's just that I know you well."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He sighed. "Yeah." He smiled a bit. "Well I better get this back to Alex. Before he, ya know, thinks I ran away or something."

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Okay, be safe," She winked.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He spluttered and scurried back to the bedroom, ears pink. Shutting the door quietly, he glanced at the Russian in the bed. Tip toeing over to the nightstand on his companion's side, he gently set down the full mug on a coaster. Humming, he smiled and ran his fingers lightly through a stray lock of the other man's hair. Turning, he set his own mug on his side of the room and entered the bathroom. Best to shower now instead of later, just in case they needed or wanted to go anywhere.

Getting out a few minutes later - a long shower made him woosy most times - with a towel wrapped around his waist and a comb running through his drying hair, he glanced at the bed again and sighed comfortably, body and mind relaxed, as it rarely ever was.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Mmm, where'd you go?" Alex turned over and held his hand out to him, "You said you'd be right back."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

"I was talking with Niki." He pulled on a shirt, uncomfortable with the cool air in the room. "She was poking fun at me." He pouted.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Alex sat up and yawned, rubbing his cheek, "What was she saying?"

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He flushed red. "I don't wanna talk about it." He mumbled nearly inaudibly, perching on the edge of the bed and continuing to comb his hair.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Alex crawled over and wrapped his arms around Nikolas' waist, nuzzling into his back, "Why not?~"

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He leaned back into his chest. " 's embarrassing." He blushed a darker shade and ran his hand through his hair to make sure there weren't any gnarls.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Alex smiled and rested his hands over his belly, "How embarrassing?"

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

He tensed as a reflex and then relaxed. " 'mbarrassing enough t'not tell."

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Okay, fineeee," Alex gently pressed his lips to the back of Nikolas' neck.

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

Could people die from lack of blood flowing throughout the rest of their body? Nikolas hoped not, because facing up against Impossibility was a good frenemy of his named beet red, and it was currently greeting his face with a happy slap to the head. "How was your rest?"

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"It was good," Alex smiled and peeked around at him, "I prefer laying with you."

[∂яινє му ωσℓƒ ωιℓ∂ ♥]

The Shadowhunter spluttered and flailed, nearly flopping off the bed before righting himself a little farther onto the bed. "You can't say things like that!" He covered his cheeks with his hands, relishing in the cool temperature against his heated skin.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Alex crawled closer to him, his gaze playful, "Why not? It's true."