how lucky i am

                                    

                                          
a/n i've never written a tsc fic before but right now thomstair is the only thing keeping me going. this is probably not very good so i apologize 
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Thomas Lightwood was having a very bad day. 
                          
It started when he woke up to find that Alastair had already left for his morning patrol, and that Thomas was about to be late for an important Clave meeting. He rushed to get ready and arrived to the meeting probably looking as if he'd just gotten up five minutes ago (which was entirely true but they didn't need to know that). 
                          
The meeting had dragged on forever and Thomas had lost interest about 10 minutes in. When it was finally over he was so excited to get home and see Alastair, but the Inquisitor had stopped him to talk for a good 20 minutes. 
                          
When he was finally able to leave the building, it was raining. Great, Thomas thought, Now i'll arrive home late and soaked to the bone. 
                          
So, yes, Thomas Lightwood was not having a good day. But thankfully, his boyfriend was there to help. 
                          
"Tom," Alastair said as he walked through the door, clothes wet and sticking to his body, "I started a fire, figured you'd get caught in the rain."
                          
Thomas smiled at his boyfriend gratefully, dropping a chaste kiss on his lips before removing his shoes and jacket and heading towards the fire. 
                          
Alastair followed him, standing behind Thomas and massaging his shoulders. 
                          
"How was your day," He asked.
                          
"Absolutely horrible," Thomas replied, relaxing into Alastair's touch, "The Clave meeting took forever and then the Inquisitor wanted to talk. And of course the rain happened."
                          
Alastair hummed in agreement, placing featherlight kisses down Thomas' shoulder and collarbone. Thomas tried to hold back a groan at the feeling of his boyfriend's lips against his skin. 
                          
"Why don't you go change into some dry clothes," Alastair suggested, "Don't want you to catch a cold."
                          
Thomas blushed when Alastair kissed him on the nose and waved him up the stairs. Thinking about how lucky he was to have such a wonder boyfriend like Alastair.