Author's Note: Here is the final chapter! I couldn't believe that this thing has gone on for 8 chapters. I don't do multi-chaptered fics (or if I do, I never finish them.) This is a great achievement. So give me a bucket full of cookies and chocolates.

Lol I am such a kid.

Disclaimer: This FF is mine. But The Mortal Instruments is owned by Cassandra Clare.

Chapter 8: Yes or No

"Silk, cotton pajamas or my birthday suit?" The game, apparently, had not ended yet, and the questions were going from what types of color Alec liked, to what he wanted to be in, and what Magnus could and could not do. It had suddenly shifted from Alec, to the warlock.

"Silk." He took a step, and Magnus shook his head. He took that as a sign that he should start explaining. "It's comfortable. And it has a nice feeling. Just the silk pants, though."

"Not my birthday suit?" Alec shrugged, not really against that, but the silk in-between them was oddly comfortable. "Hm, well. You don't mind either way, anyway." Magnus said with a too noticeable grin that he threw at Alec's direction.

"I can dance, real or not?"

Before answering, Alec rolled his eyes. "Real." And dance Magnus could. The way that body could move, Jesus, it was amazing.

One step forward.

"Can I put makeup on you?" There was a choking sound, although, really, Alec should have been used to this already. "Okay, that's a no. And because I don't like it, you don't take a step forward."

"How about style your hair?" He got a shake of the head. "Plan your outfit?" Another shake. "…Nothing too flashy?" This time, there was a small and hesitant nod.

"What about white?" Magnus pushed, and Alec couldn't believe they were back to questions about colours.

"Too immaculate," He mumbled, not really seeing the appeal to white.

"So you don't like white?"

"Not in that sense. I just don't have a lot of…White articles of clothing,"

"I don't either. Too immaculate, as you put it. One step, Shadowhunter."

"Really?"

Magnus crossed his arms across his chest, and frowned at Alec, his golden green eyes narrowed. "Okay, fine. Stay there."

"No, I meant…I thought the question was too simple."

"Stay there. Don't. Move."

"Come on, Magnus," There was a pleading note in his voice that made Magnus uncross his arms, and his face was back to the way it normally was when he was around Alec – aside from glowing, of course. His lips were ready for a smile, his eyes taking in Alec.

"Okay, just one step, though."

He looked at the space between them now, estimating how many steps it would take Alec now. Maybe five? Six maybe? Or four? Well, he was certainly close. And something burned inside Magnus – not fear, but something else. Anxiousness. Excitement.

"How many guys has Isabelle dated?"

"Ugh, how should I know?" Alec was so close to throwing his arms into the air and walking away, maybe to get a drink in the kitchen, but no, he just stood there.

"And you're the older brother?" Magnus was teasing him, he knew, but now that Alec thought about it, he really had no idea. She dated that vampire once. And then that Faerie who had no sense of humour. She's probably dated a Mundane once or twice, too, just to see them twirl at her command. And then probably a few Shadowhunters. Never the long term.

Just like how Jace was before Clary came along.

"She doesn't date somebody for long," Alec said, and he wished she would just stick with someone.

"Isabelle is young, let her play." At that, Alec's 'big brother' instinct kicked in, and it was his turn to cross his arms this time.

"I don't like it. She's like Jace. Well, Jace before Clary came along. I just wish…" He cut himself off, and Magnus nodded, understanding in his time-tested eyes.

"That she would take a breather? Hm, I thought she was hitting it up with Simon," Alec made to turn his back and probably gag in Magnus's sink. He wasn't opposed to the Mundane. Er. Blood-sucker. Okay, years had passed, and he still couldn't stop thoughts of Simon not being a Mundane out of his mind.

"Wait, was that even a real question?" When Magnus nodded and asked him to take a step forward, Alec obliged.

"And how many have you dated?"

Insert really loud laughter here.

Except, this was Alec, and Alec really didn't burst out laughing just like that, especially with that kind of question. So he just looked at Magnus, his blue eyes sparkling behind the locks of hair.

"Your first," Magnus had a strange red tint in his cheeks, and Alec was pulled back to all the times he had made Magnus blush.

Which wasn't a lot.

Not counting the times when Magnus was a little bit red from the alcohol. Or how Magnus flushed when they were in bed.

No, those didn't count.

Regular moments like this, those were what counted. And as he looked back, there really weren't much. Not as much as Alec's blushing. He probably blushed once every time he saw Magnus.

It was like an adorable teenage crush (granted he was still a teenager at that time.) that he couldn't outgrow. But he knew Magnus was more than a crush. It was different with the warlock.

"And…You?" He was afraid of the answer. But he knew Magnus had been with a lot. Alec would probably feel a bit sorry for him if he hadn't been with a lot of people –those were eight hundred years. And besides, he lived in the now, not what was then.

"Quite a lot. Now, ask me about my favourite lover," Magnus leaned forward on his chair, his legs now uncrossed, his eyes so captivating, so alluring. The faint tint of red from earlier had vanished, but there was an eager look, and even though Alec had a feeling of the answer, he still asked.

"The only one that really matters." Magnus murmured into his palm, and then gave Alec a wink, as well as another air kiss, which Alec caught with a hand. He slapped his cheek gently, Magnus's kiss smacking home.

"You're adorable, Alexander. It's like you don't age. Don't change," There was that old fond smile that Magnus wore, and he seemed content, and maybe he was looking back at the times he thought Alec was cute, or was being too adorable.

Well, Magnus's version of Alec's adorable was what Alec called being an idiot, but it was nice to know that somebody thought of him as cute, besides his mother and his sister. Clary thought he was a little bit clumsy, for a Shadowhunter, but she also added that she'd ruffle his hair if he gave her the chance.

Of course, he never does.

Maybe he should let her do it before they left for Japan.

"Wait, are you really serious about Japan?"

Magnus nodded. "I am always serious when it comes to our trips. Remember Europe?" Alec nodded, and a smile blossomed on his face.

"We'll go to Japan first, and then to South Korea – They have ahmazing fashion. And then probably to Hong Kong. Do you want to go back to India? I can wear a Sari again." The Sari was strange...But really, Magnus had made it work. Because he was Magnus Bane, and he made a fashion statement, anywhere he went. "We can try out Egypt. I heard it's warm there, perfect for you. Though why you need something else to warm you up when I'm here, I have no idea."

Alec just smiled, nodding along to what Magnus was saying. Japan, Korea, Hong Kong, maybe Egypt, too. Well, it was good to know they didn't really have to stay in an airplane for long.

Or at all.

"I am a good cook," Magnus was back to his questions again, and Alec immediately thought of Izzy saying the same words, just last week. Of course, everybody didn't think she was a very good cook. But family was family, and family tried to swallow down the thing she called food, most of the time, anyway. "Real or not?"

"It depends,"

"Hmm?"

"If you use magic…Then it's a Real." He got a tilt of the head and an inquiring look from the warlock. "But if you try…Well, I guess it's not so bad, just messy. The process, I mean."

"I like how you try to mellow down the actual sting to that answer. That I can't cook without magic. Or cook very well." Magnus sniffled, and it sounded a bit disdainful, but he was probably just offended at Alec challenging his cooking skills. Yeah, well, it wasn't like Alexander Lightwood could cook any better.

And this was why they were both thankful for Magnus and his magic.

"Did you think that I was hitting on Jace when you gate crashed?" Magnus tipped his head back, and added, "Your jealousy aside, just for that thought."

But Alec wasn't jealous. Nah, it took a lot out of him to make him jealous. It didn't take a lot out of Magnus to make him jealous, though. Not that Alec tried, because a jealous Magnus - even if Alec had no idea what he was jealous about. Mostly it's just Chairman Meow and how Alec spends so much cuddle time with him – was scary.

"…Not really, I guess. I thought you were…Uh, eyeing me."

"Excellent choice of words, Alexander. And mind you, I never take my eyes off you." Unless he looked in his own reflection, but he knew his face could not rival the pull that Alec had. Magnus Bane was not vain, maybe he was, with his looks, but he always did give himself up for Alec.

"Sunshine or rain?"

"Wait, do I get to take a step forward?" Magnus waved his hand in the air, as if to say that yes, he could take a step forward, he could take three more steps forward and he wouldn't mind, as long as he had Alec in his hold.

"And I like the sun. Because it's warm. But when I'm inside, the rain is oddly comforting."

"It's raining right now." Magnus's lips quirked into a smile, and he stood up, pushing the chair with his bare foot.

"You are not going to drag me outside just so you can get your kiss in the rain." No, Alec would not haul his ass back into the Institute shivering. Magnus could warm him up, maybe snap his fingers and he'd be feeling all warm again, toasty, even, but he didn't want that. He really wasn't the biggest fan of the cold.

"Hmm…I'm thinking about redecorating. Getting a bigger place." Magnus was leaning against the door to their bedroom now – Alec had long since moved in, though he did visit the Institute often, but not really staying the night, unless something important was happening, or it was asked of him.

"We can ditch this tiny apartment, and get the perfect house somewhere near a lake. I prefer serenity sometimes, too. And it would be easy to throw in an angry client in freezing waters, rather than just advice them to 'cool their heads', don't you think?"

"It doesn't sound so bad…"

"Of course it doesn't! It sounds perfect. We'll have to do it after we get back from our trip, though. Given you won't be changing your mind about it," At the last part, Magnus's voice dropped lower, as if he thought Alec would be changing his mind any time soon.

"Magnus, I won't-"

"How long have we been together?"

Alec didn't even have to think about it, because the answer came to him as easily as breathing. "Almost two years," He said, and Magnus reached his hand out, and then pulled on Alec's collar, the Shadowhunter taking one step forward.

And that one step closed the distance between them. Just as easily as Magnus had pulled him close, their lips met, and he felt the light brushing of Magnus's fingers on his cheeks, the way they framed his face, and his hand was at the back of the warlock's neck now.

"So I got the right answer?" Alec said, as Magnus's back hit his door. He untangled a hand from Alec's hair, snapped his fingers once, and the door opened with a low click.

"Yes. Finally. It took you long enough," Magnus purred against the kisses Alec was leaving on his neck, and he backed into the bedroom, Alec shutting the door with his foot.

They reached the bed and Magnus fell, bouncing up as Alec climbed on top of him, the Shadowhunter's blue eyes intensified, his cheeks flushed from their kiss, his hair a mess.

"Patience is a virtue," Alec said, and saw Magnus roll his eyes from underneath him.

"I'm eight hundred years old, you're talking to me about patience now?" Alec shrugged and just brought his face down to a kiss.

The kiss lasted longer this time; their only moments of escape was when they took a breath. And it was a sensual, pleasant kiss. As deep as it was, it still filled Alec with a fire, a fire only Magnus could ignite.

When they pulled away again, Magnus had his fingers splayed on Alec's bare chest – because he had pulled the shirt off the Shadowhunter. And before Alec could even say anything about Magnus's own shirt, it was already off in the next second.

"I have one more question," Magnus whispered, leaning up to kiss Alec softly on the chin, and then down to his neck. Alec gasped a yes, and he nodded.

Everything was turned around then, as Magnus tackled Alec back, the Shadowhunter now on his back, the warlock hovering over him. Magnus captured his lips again, sucking on his bottom lip, and Alec closed his eyes.

But Magnus pulled away, too, too soon.

"What is it?" He laced his hands around Magnus's neck, and Magnus propped himself on his elbows, most of his weight now on Alec. His hair tickled Alec's cheek, and his eyes really looked into Alec's.

"One last question. Just a yes or no will do," Magnus murmured, and Alec blinked. They were so close, and Alec wanted to close the distance again, but he allowed Magnus to speak, gave him his own time.

When Magnus spoke, it was soft, almost hesitant, and Alec had felt everything around him dull. He felt his heart stop, felt everything around him stop.

Magnus was holding his breath as well, never breaking eye contact. When Alec finally – finally! – blinked, Magnus let out a sigh of relief, relief that Alec had not just died from a panic attack. His arms encircled the warlock's neck, and he pushed him down, hard enough for him to lose his balance and fall flat on Alec.

Again, the question rang in his head, filling him with a strange, new kind of warmth.

"Marry me, Alexander Lightwood?"

And it was sealed with a kiss.

Imagine they did all the hot things couples do in bed. I can't write smut okay. I didn't even try. I just chickened out and was all, 'Okay, deep kiss, you guys! Good job!' I couldn't write anything other than that.

And I don't know, I'm feeling so ehhh about posting Chapter 9. If you guys want it (it's barely 1000 words.) then I guess I can post it. I was thinking of another MaLec fic, though. Where the two go on their ~early~ honeymoon. Of course they'll have another honeymoon after the wedding. I just can't imagine how that would go right now. L O L. Soooo...

Chapter 8 is the end! (Unless Chapter 9 comes up, but I'm still on the 'idk' about it.)

Thank you to all the people who've reviewed and who've read! I am so thankful for the support, and grateful, too. And I'm glad you guys like my take on Magnus and Alec.

Until my next fanfic? Let's make it a date!