Alec: What happened to my chair?

Magnus: *smiles slyly* I kind of… snapped it away.

Alec: What? Bring it back!

Magnus: No way in hell, love.

Alec: And just where am I supposed to sit?

Magnus: In my lap, silly.

Alec. *sits in Magnus's lap*

Alec and Magnus: *start making out*

I: Looks like I'll have to do the disclaimer myself: I don't own the Mortal Instruments series. Cassandra Clare does.

I was sitting on my couch, in my living room, with my boyfriend, watching a stupid action movie he loved and I heated. Which wasn't that uncommon, mind you, but Alec usually didn't actually get to watch the movie. I'm the slightest bit hyperactive, and I can't just sit and get bored. So I distract him. Not that he minds.

But that night, I was just too nervous to come up with anything. All I could do was think of was the little box in my pocket, and wonder if it had been a good idea in the first place.

Alec kept shooting me worried glances from time to time. He was probably wondering what exactly was wrong with me and why I was letting him watch his movie in peace. He seemed to have finally taken a decision, because he was suddenly clearing his throat, regarding me with his big blue eyes, beneath long, dark eyelashes that were almost girly, in that way that made my heart skip a beat. "Magnus, is something wrong?", he asked quietly.

I did my best to smile reassuringly, and leant over to wrap my arms around him. "No, love, nothing's wrong", I answered. Alec nuzzled my neck in the way that drives me crazy and makes my mind go blank. "I'm just working up the courage to propose to you"

"You what?"

Oh, crap. I had said it out loud. I guess that's why I'm not able to keep secrets from my little Shadowhunter. Well, it seemed like that was it. No more going back now. I knelt down in front of him, keeping his hand in mine and bringing it up to my lips to kiss his palm. "Alec Lightwood", I began, "Will you marry me?"

Tears shined in his eyes, and, for a split second, I was afraid he would answer no, but then a warm glow reached his blue irises, and he smiled blissfully. When I pulled out the ring he squealed, in quite a girly way. "Yes. Yes, yes, yes!", he cried, bending over to kiss me, his hands on my shoulders, on my neck, in my hair... He kept repeating his answer between kisses. I stood up without breaking the kiss and picked him up to carry him to our bedroom. Bridal style.

Well, I do have to practice, don't I?

Some time later, we were laying in our bed, both just too happy and excited to fall asleep. Alec kept looking from his newly ringed finger to me with a so wide grin, it seemed like his face would split in two. His blue eyes were shining in childlike glee.

I sneaked an arm around his waist and brought him closer, his head resting on my chest.

And, even though I was blissfully happy, I couldn't help but tease him a bit. "Who'd have known you would squeal like a girl when I proposed to you?"

He instantly blushed, glaring at me. He looked like a kitty trying hard to be a tiger. "I didn't squeal!"

"Did too!", I said.

"Did not!", he answered.

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"See? You agree with me!", I said triumphantly. He mock-glared at me. "Cheater."

"You love me that way.", I retorted, pulling him close again. He buried his face into the nape of my neck. "True.", he muttered against my skin.

I: So. What did you think? Loved it? Hated it? Should I continue this? Leave a comment and let me know. Cookies for reviewers!