A/N: Geez, its been so long since I've actually checked this fic (nearly a year holy shite) and I've decided that I am content with the number of reviews. So, as promised, here is your wonderful honeymoon related Epilogue!
((Blanket warnings always apply))
I decided that they would go to Paris because why the hell not? Its romantic and all that. Magnus is a sucker for clichés anyway.
"Magnus!" Alec called out from the bathroom with exasperation. A cloud of steam leaked through the opening above his head as the shower continued to run in the background.
He tried to recall why they thought a spacious penthouse suite was the best option for their honeymoon, and was failing miserably. It was too much unneeded space, considering they were either on top of each other or (inconveniently) on the opposite ends of it.
Mercifully, Magnus had heard him from the balcony. Yes, they had use of the entire expanse of a wrap around balcony. Why? Alec hadn't the faintest idea.
"Yes, Dear?" Magnus replied, closing the glass French doors as he entered, loosely holding a fashion magazine.
"I left my shampoo in my bag. Can you toss it to me?"
Magnus walked over to Alec's suitcase and rummaged through.
"You know," Magnus drawled. "You could just use mine. I already have a bottle in there."
"No way." Alec shot down the idea quickly. "There is not a force on this earth that would compel me to use products that would make my hair smell like lilacs or raspberries or something."
Magnus huffed, pulling out a small, monochromatic bottle of hair product. "I know, I know. You just have to use your special shampoo. If any product that does not clearly state FOR MEN in bolded, boxy lettering touches your man hair then God's wrath will surely be cast upon the earth." He flung the bottle to the slightly ajar bathroom door that Alec's torso was peeking out of, not even looking to see if Alec caught it.
Alec nearly slipped while reaching out to snag the bottle from the air, trying to think of some words to protest against this accusation.
Magnus cast aside his magazine to the bedside table. "I also don't understand why you didn't just go get your shampoo yourself."
Alec blinked, seeming as though the answer was obvious. "I'm naked."
"You do realize" Magnus began, lounging on the bed lazily. "We are on the top floor of this building and none of the Parisians below would see you. The only person here that would see you naked is me and, to be perfectly honest, I am entirely willing."
Alec rolled his eyes, unfazed by the comment.
"What? Not even a blush?" Magnus sounded almost offended. "You've turned into a tough crowd; I'll have to up my game. I miss the times when all I had to do was look at you and your face would go bright red. What happened to that Alec?"
"He got married to you." Alec supplied without skipping a beat, fighting down the flutter in his stomach that those words provoked.
"I see." Said Magnus. "I've changed you. Who would have thought that a few weeks of being married to me would have stripped away all of your innocence?"
"Jace." Alec said matter-of-factly. "He predicted as much before the wedding ceremony."
"Of course he did." Muttered Magnus. "I'm such a bad influence on today's youths. I must become a recluse. I'll live on an island far away from society where I can do no harm. Maybe I'll become a lonesome cattle farmer; the world needs more of those."
"Doubtful." Alec leaned against the doorframe, still holding the door closed enough as to remain decent. "I'm not quite sure a shortage of cattle farmers is a bad thing."
"Perhaps, but you're biased." Magnus accused, pointing his finger at the dripping wet Shadowhunter. "You want me around, poisoning the minds of todays generation, you sadistic fiend."
Alec raised an eyebrow, not quite knowing the proper response to this allegation. "Thats nice, Magnus. Can I go finish my shower now?"
Magnus considered this for a moment. "Yes, if you agree to my terms."
"What are these terms exactly?"
"One!" Magnus announced. "You will allow me to become whatever type of farmer I'd like, even if the occupation pertains to Cattle specifically."
"Sure, whatever." Alec sighed, complying because he knew Magnus wouldn't last a day as a farmer, being stuck in overalls and having to work with dirty animals. Alec was pretty sure that was Magnus's idea of Hell.
"Two! You will blush or stutter every once in a while because I work incredibly hard to scandalize you, dammit, and you will appreciate my efforts!"
"Okay." Alec agreed, starting to shiver. He realized that the shower water could turn cold at any minute if he didn't get back in. "What's number three?"
"Three!" Magnus got up and treaded barefoot over to a concerned looking Alec, before smiling wickedly. "I get to join you."
Alec narrowed his eyes, looking Magnus up and down thoughtfully, as if this condition needed thorough consideration. "Deal." He grabbed a fistful of Magnus's grey muscle tee and dragged him into the bathroom, closing the door after him.
Okay, so maybe the amount of space in the hotel room was ridiculous and unnecessary and the luxury was a bit overkill about the whole thing, but Alec was willing to admit he appreciated the constant water pressure above everything else.
And maybe Alec's hair smelled like strawberries for the next few days, but there was no way he would admit to that.
Not a chance.
A/N: So yeah! I hope that wasn't a huge let down after all that waiting. (Sorry about that by the way.) You guys have been so great and supportive about this story (even though some chapters are absolute rubbish) so thank you 1000x!
I love you guys 3
