Wishes don't always come true. Waiting for the right moment, hoping that a tall dark-haired guy will look at you out of sparkling blue eyes and pull the rug out from under you with just one look. That he will come to you, hold your hand and pull you into a strong embrace. That your bodies melt together and the rhythm of your hearts follows in unison, a melody of its own.

Wishes come true. You just have to believe in it. And never lose hope. Never. The feeling of weightlessness when Alec touches me, his hands tenderly gliding over my back takes me abruptly and the feeling of his lips on my neck, feather-light and sensual, hot breath and whispered words. He literally pulls the ground from under my feet, I let myself fall and surrender to his guidance.

"Magnus don't be so stiff. Move your hips. That's what it's for", breathes Alec into my ear.

I wrap my arms around his neck, running my fingers tenderly over the back of his neck, the fine hairs tickling the tops of my fingertips. Alec's hand is on my lower back, the other between my shoulder blades. Gently, Alec takes the lead, swaying our bodies to the harmony of the music. My forehead leans against his and for a moment I completely forget that our style of dancing doesn't fit this kind of music. However, right now we don't care. The other people have faded out, the music and the singer's shrill voice have faded out.

Alec puts his lips to my ear and hums a melody. Images arise in my head and with a wildly beating heart I surrender to this fantasy. We float across the dance floor, light as a feather almost as if on clouds. My husband's strong arms embrace me, give me support and security, give me the certainty that he will be there to catch me. I feel it. I feel it in every fibre of my body that Alec is the type of man who loves unconditionally. Who lays the world at his partner's feet, gives him the sun, the moon and all the stars in this universe. That he shows the people he loves every day how precious and lovable they are.

And then it happens, the moment of which countless writers report, many singers seek the answer to this one question in their lyrics. Coincidence, fate, providence. Alec hugs me tightly to his body, wraps his arms around my waist and I bury my head in the crook of his neck. Smell the now so familiar mixture of sea and salt and Alec. More and more clearly the image in my mind and more and more clearly the signs that we are hopelessly lost. Alec is still humming the tune that all the other guests are hearing by now. Elvis sings and Alec whispers words in my ear that bring tears to my eyes and blushes of shame to my cheeks.

Wise men say only fools rush in

"I'd like to be alone with you here now. I'd like to dance with you all night. Until my feet hurt and beyond."

But I can't help falling in love with you

Shall I stay?

"You're beautiful. I want to kiss your lips Again and again, until we get dizzy and threaten to fall."

Would it be a sin If I can't help falling in love with you?

"Instead of this melody it is the beating of your heart that I hear. Nothing more beautiful could there be in this world."

Like a river flows surely to the sea

Darling so it goes

Some things are meant to be

"I am addicted to you and your grace. Your eyes capture me, pull me down into the depths of your soul and I wish you would give me access to all the hidden corners."

Take my hand, take my whole life too

"I've tried to ignore this between us. But I can't."

For I can't help falling in love with you

"I don't want this."

Like a river flows surely to the sea

Darling so it goes

Some things are meant to be

"Magnus I can't think of anything else..."

Take my hand, take my whole life too

"... only of you and your beautiful shining eyes when you talk about a book that touches you with all your heart. When you talk I can't resist the urge to stare at your lips, then every time I imagine how your lips taste, they lie silky soft and warm on mine. The way your tongue splits my lips and I know that the moment the tips of our tongues meet, a jolt with the intensity of an electrical overload seizes my entire body."

For I can't help falling in love with you

For I can't help falling in love with you

"The way your athletic body feels under mine. The way your eyes start to flicker just before your climax overtakes you and I wish I could see inside your head every time. To hear your thoughts at the moment of complete ecstasy, along with your moans that are music to my ears. And already my favourite tune. You drive me so crazy Magnus Lightwood. My family name is yours and I love it."

The music stops, but we don't really notice. None of us do. We're in a bubble Alec created to show me how much I mean to him. How much this whole thing stresses him out when I act like the last idiot. He doesn't have to say it, not now. I know.

"I wish you could at least give me back some of what I feel", Alec says and I swallow dryly.

"And what if I let you down? What if I can't?", I ask softly and feel Alec's hand gently slide up my back and into my neck. His hand is incredibly warm and that touch sends an army of butterflies dancing on my arms. Their delicate wings tickle my skin and I get goosebumps all over my body. Alec hasn't said anything. Not one teasing word, just ran his hand down my back and cupped my neck in a firm grip. The gesture almost makes me lose my mind. Alec's eyes have long been fixed on my mouth and I open it a crack. Hot breath leaves my mouth and I lick my dry lips.

"Oh Magnus", says Alec throatily.

We stop moving, have stopped dancing. The air around us crackles, I can feel it. So can his fingers stroking my cheek, tracing the path of my jaw. I close my eyes in pleasure, feeling the electrifying tingle of Alec's fingertips gossamer caressing the sensitive skin on my neck. With gentle pressure he leans my body against his, we are so close. My breathing matches his, our hearts find a common rhythm. I feel the steady firm beat against my chest and have to force myself not to forget to breathe.

Alec lowers his head, breathes a kiss on my mouth and cheek, over to my ear. "Do you want to hear what I'm thinking right now?" he whispers and I nod. His lips graze my ear as he does so and I exhale noisily. My mind is packing a suitcase, leaving me alone with definite thoughts.

"You and me. The big bed in room number 45." That's exactly what I see.

"I imagine myself slowly removing each piece of clothing one by one from your irresistible body. As my lips explore every inch of your skin, my tongue licking a path from your neck, over your collarbone, on to that wonderful muscular chest with wonderfully hard nipples. That your body quivers and trembles, the heat of your skin captivating me and your penis swelling to full size in my mouth."

I was already hard with clothes on. And now I have to muster all my self-control to keep from falling all over him on the dance floor during his sister's wedding.

"There's a box under your bed. Black with a silver border. In that box are my secrets. The only one who knows the contents of that box is Victor. I would like to show you the contents. In the hope that you will not be averse to it." I know the contents of the box. But Alec doesn't know that. I discovered it a few days ago and just couldn't resist. Ever since I saw what was in the box I've wondered what it would be like to use things with Alec. And every time, the thought of it made me instantly hard. Now it's no different.

"What would you do if I told you that said box was in my pocket? And I'm dying to know what it feels like?", I ask, watching Alec's expression change. His eyes dark as the sea at night, flickering wildly. He can't decide if he wants to look into my eyes or at my lips. Alec puts his head back and lets the air out of his lungs. I look at him and notice the fine scar on the underside of his chin. Carefully I let my thumb glide over the small bump, the stubble feeling rough under my fingers. This feeling is unfamiliar, new. Not bad, I like it. Alec sighs, his mind made up. For my eyes. Instead of an answer, Alec gives me a gesture that leaves no further questions. He presses his centre against mine. He is hard.