[ her hands tighten against his hair and suit jacket as he actually leans in to kiss her for once, practically melting into it like she's some kind of damsel in a dime-store novel. she can't help it, though-- magnus is the only person she wants like this, hopelessly, helplessly.

she's startled into laughter again as he steps on her dress, and follows to kiss him once, hard and quick, before shifting out of his arms and leaning down. she works the hem of her dress up above her knee, pinning it there so even the longest parts barely brush the floor. ]

There. Now you're less likely to trip me or yourself. [ she eases back in against him, then, until they're practically pressed together, arms curling over his shoulders once more. ] .. I can see we have some things to work on, though, if we're going to be doing couple's dances very often.