At times, especially ones like now when they were kissing like desperate teenagers, Magnus was amazed to think how far they'd come together. When they'd first met, Alec had been firmly in denial about himself to the point of rejecting the possibility that he could have a happy relationship he deserved. Magnus hadn't been much better, though, hiding behind layers of decadence and sarcasm to keep out any more heartbreak. And yet somehow they'd coaxed each other out of their insecurities and made a relationship with work. Magnus was confident that it had taken a lot of work—those details were, thankfully, still blurry—but they were together now, married of all things, and living what felt like happily ever after.

Most people didn't include semi-public makeouts as part of that fairy tale ending, but they weren't most people. And they were in a store that had their names on the lease, so technically they weren't breaking any rules by being on their own property. "I've seen it in a couple movies," he murmured back, his focus on Alec as he pulled their hips tighter together.

Kissing up the left side of Alec's neck, Magnus nibbled at the lobe of his ear. "You should be," he echoed playfully, hands back to gripping either side of Alec's jacket. "How are you going to show me your gratitude, Mr. Lightwood-Bane?"