Magnus couldn't be blamed for wanting an exciting life; the more he remembered of his past, the more he realized it had been an abnormally long one. It's something he still needs to bring up with Alec, especially to make sure he's not just going crazy, but tonight is not the night for that. Right now, he wants to run his hands over Alec's chest and put in more time on memorizing the runes that scarred his skin.

"There's still time for dancing later, my love," he mumbled against his lips, catching one between his teeth and tugging with a grin. "It feels like we've snuck off to kiss under the bleachers," he said when Alec's pulled away to breath. Magnus has different plans, urging Alec's hands further around his back and down to rest on his ass. They were alone, after all, even if they were still close enough to hear everything happening upstairs.