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SIMON
I blink my eyes open slowly, yawning as I stretch my arms up over my head.
Then stop. And remember.
I glance over to the bathroom door, listening to the running water.
I remember the way it felt; the cold trail his fingers left along my jaw, the way I could feel him inching closer and closer before he pushed himself away. I don’t know why I decided to curl up to him. As soon as I lay my hand on his waist, he froze, and didn’t unfreeze.
He could have shoved me away then.
I could have shoved him away.
But I didn’t, and neither did he.
I groan, getting out of my bed and grabbing my uniform, changing into it swiftly.
I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to wait for Baz to finish his absurdly long shower and we’re going to talk about this. I feel myself blush a little as I bring a hand up to my lips.
We’re going to talk about this. Even if it means sacrificing my breakfast.
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When Baz finally emerges from the bathroom, his eyes widen a little. I must have caught him off guard then.
“Baz-” I start, but all he does in barge past me, gathering his things. “We have- we need to talk about this.”
“Oh, really?” Baz turns, sneering at me. “I don’t think you’ll be able to manage that, Chosen One.”
I growl, because he knows-
“And anyway, there’s nothing to talk about.”
“Y-Yes there is- you-”
Baz looks up suddenly, his hair in his face and his eyes flaring with something I can’t quite name.
”No, there isn’t.”
I take a step back.
“Nothing happened, Snow.” Baz follows me, his eyes molten.
“Absolutely nothing.” He’s very close suddenly, and he presses a hand to my chest.
“Nothing. Happened.” He pushes me away a bit, only enough that I fall back a little.
I grit my teeth. “Baz.”
He’s not listening. He elbows past me, heading straight for the door and hell I don’t know why I’m about to do this but it’s not the first time I’ve thought about it-
I grab his shoulder and tug him around so he’s facing me and without even thinking that this is a terrible idea I just do it.
I push myself up onto my tippy toes and press my lips onto his.
They’re cold. Really cold. I pull back a little, staring into Baz’s eyes.
They’re wide. He looks shocked.
I stand down, realising what I’ve just done. I feel like I’m in some sort of teen drama. “Oh shit, I shouldn’t have-”
I stumble back but Baz catches me, leaning in and kissing me back.
Well, shit.
This is unexpected- but I’m not complaining (I’m not.) I don’t even know why I decided to kiss him, I mean, Merlin, he’s my sworn enemy. Right?
But sworn enemies don’t push each other against the wall. They don’t have their hands in each other’s hair and they certainly don’t kiss them fiercely and without mercy.
I’m not complaining, though.
BAZ
It’s been a little while.
We’re lying on Simon’s bed, our foreheads pressed together and our eyes closed.
I surprise him by saying, “Why did you kiss me.”
Simon laughs a bit. Fuck. I can’t believe this is happening. “I wanted to. Why did you kiss me back?”
I roll my eyes. “I wanted to. Merlin, I’ve wanted to for so long.”
Simon sits up, so I do too. He takes my hand and holds it tightly, brushing his thumb over my knuckles.
“How long?” he asks quietly. His hair is tousled, and I absently run a hand through it. I guess I can do that too, now.
“For so long.” I close my eyes and breathe out. “This is literally all I’ve dreamed about.”
Simon doesn’t reply. We’re both silent until he starts talking again.
“I want you. This. I want to be with you.”
I raise my eyebrows, surprised. “W-what?” Of course he’s making me stutter.
“You heard me.”
Shit. I feel myself blush a little and I curse myself for feeding so recently.
“Yes,” is all I reply with. It’s enough, apparently, because Simon threads a hand through my hair and kisses me. Again.
It still bewilders me, but I accept it. He’s warm, and tastes like sunshine.
We break apart.
“I missed breakfast for you, Pitch.”
And that’s how I know he’s serious. That he’s not just.. stringing me along.
Crowley.
I’m living a charmed life.