SIMON
"Is that my jumper, Snow" my husband asks me, looking up from his morning newspaper. His legs are crossed and he's already dressed for the day; black trousers and a matching jacket, looking posh as ever. The wanker. I'm in just my pants and Baz's jumper and so I automatically feel inferior. Charlotte and Jack are already down for breakfast as well. Our daughter is reading from a battered copy of Jane Eyre and Jack is on his phone, probably checking his stocks. Malcom bought him some shares last Christmas and he's been nothing but diligent ever since.
"Yeah, it got in my drawer somehow" I respond while pouring myself a cup of tea, "I reckon it fits me better anyway," I wink at him and I see the corners of his mouth quirk, "also you called me Simon before" he grins widely, showing off his perfect teeth.
"I might of" he allows.
"As much as we love you, I really don't fancy being sick into my cereal" Jack comments, rolling his eyes" I ruffle Baz's hair, only because I know he hates it before sitting down next to our son. It's the beginning of summer and Jack and Charlotte just got back from Watford, Jack just finished his sixth year and Charlie her fifth.
"Daddy, are we going to France this week or next week?" Charlotte asks Baz. We are staying at Daphne's family home in the south of France for a month as we do most summers.
"We leave the day after tomorrow Charlie, I've told you no less than four times" he responds,
"Oh, forgot" Charlotte smiles, our daughter takes after me; she's biologically my child, with her tawny hair and multitude of moles. Jack is Baz's, and he got everything from the black hair to the sneer.
"Charlie, at this rate you'll never pass Elocution" Jack smirks. He also got Baz's intelligence, not that Charlie's not smart, it just doesn't come as naturally for her.
"Shove off, I got good marks this term" she frowns into her porridge.
"Yes, you did, love, we're so proud of you" I reassure her.
"Thanks dad" she smiles at me and I melt. Baz and I both have absolutely no idea how to say no to our daughter, and she's fully aware.
The door to our flat opens suddenly and in strides Fiona in a t-shirt that advertises the quality of Joe Strummer's dick and a pair of tight black jeans.
"I need an Advil and a cuppa" she remarks, sitting down next to Charlotte without looking at anything but the kettle. I rise and pour her a cup.
"Simon, put on some bloody trousers, you look like a bum" she glares at me, "hello children" she smiles at them genuinely. Fiona adores our kids, always has, in fact, Baz's entire family loves them, and dotes on them ridiculously.
"Fiona, might I remind you that you do not live here, nor do you have a key" Baz remarks.
"Crowley Baz, a simple open sesame does the trick every time, you might want to spell the door to ward out unwanted guests" she gulps her tea down in a few swallows and flips her grey tinted hair out of her eyes.
"Fiona, are you hungover?" Charlotte asks with a grin on her face.
"Jesus, she's as thick as you Simon" she says and when Charlotte flicks her off Fiona laughs, "I take is back, she has gotten something from Baz after all"
"I assume you came here for a reason, other than annoying us of course" Baz says.
"Yes, I did, I came to bring Charlie and Jack to France early, so pack your bags kiddies, Aunt Fiona's come to rescue you from the epic grope fest that is your parents" My cheeks flush a deep red. Even after all these years I can't seem to be comfortable talking about sex with Baz in front of our children, which I find very normal thank you. Baz just looks smug, the wanker.
"As much as I'll enjoy a day and a half of uninterrupted time with Simon, might I ask the reasoning behind your generosity?" Baz asks, he's put down his newspaper finally.
"I don't know, I've been trying out being a decent person, it's surprisingly therapeutic" she shrugs, but I can tell she means it. Baz's been busy all year, he been doing loads of guest lectures at Watford in addition to him running the Coven. He actually just got back from Romania; there was a particularly large rogue vampire group wreaking havoc and it was really hard on him. The kids get up and go to their rooms to pack and Baz gets up too, striding towards our room.
"Thanks, Fi" I tell her when our door closes and then I follow him.
In our room Baz is sitting on our bed, his face in his hands. I sit down beside him and place my hand on his back.
"It's alright, love, you did what you had to do" he looks up at me with stormy eyes filled with unshed tears.
"I know, it's just, some of them really didn't know what they were doing, most of them were Normals before they were turned, they got caught up with vampires that told them that they weren't doing anything wrong and we had to burn them all. Simon, they just went up in flames, screaming… I felt like such a fucking hypocrite" he places his head in my neck and I wrap my arms around him.
"s'alright Baz, I love you" I whisper stroking his hair. He looks up and grins at me.
"I know" he kisses me on the mouth, just a peck, but my whole body electrifies, "I love you too" he gets up to take off his jacket.
"Now?" I ask him my eyebrows raising, my heart is pounding ridiculously hard in my chest and I know he can hear it.
"Yes, now you idiot, Fiona's distracting the children, and I need you to distract me, now take off your pants" he orders and my hands fly to my underwear and they're off in the same movement. He kneels down in front of me and my hands go to his hair. I'm already hard when he takes me into his mouth and I groan loudly.
"Fucking hell, Baz" I say through my teeth. My tail has wrapped itself around his body and my wings are jostling under my jumper, well his jumper. I pull it off and they spring free.
He pauses for a second, probably to make some witty remark but I tug on his hair and he resumes, chuckling, which as his mouth is full, I very much enjoy.
JACK
In my room, I open my wardrobe and start to pack my very large case with everything I think I will need for the next month, which is very little considering we spend most of our time there relaxing. I'm almost through when Charlie bursts through my door, looking indignant.
"What is it Charlie, misplaced your One Direction t-shirt?" I smirk.
"Bugger off, I'm already through with packing, I just can't believe we have to go two whole days early, I was supposed to go to coffee with Melinda tonight" she complains before dropping down on my bed, "We were going to go shopping too" My sister is an imbecile, I love her of course, but she cares about the most mundane shit.
"Aunt Mordy will take you and Kathryn shopping as soon as we get there, France has better shops anyways" I remark.
"I know, that's not really what I'm so worried about; Daddy's been awfully down lately and I know he's having trouble because of the vampires and I just worry about him when we aren't with him" she sighs. She's right of course, but I know this extra time alone for my parents will cheer him up. Charlie thinks the world revolves around her and that she can fix everything up just by smiling.
"Dad will fix him up, you know this; they're probably "sorting it out" right now" I wink at her and she rolls her eyes.
"Yeah, you're right, Fiona's probably waiting, we should go down there" she says as she strides out of my room.
BAZ
Just as I'm finishing Simon off, his phone rings, and I can tell it's Bunce by the ringtone. I wipe my mouth and grin at him.
"Best answer that love, or you know she won't stop calling" I remark as I put my jacket back on; he's lied back on our bed with a dazed look on his face. Even after all these years, I marvel at how easy it is for me to make him look like that. It makes me love him even more. I throw his phone at him and wink before I stalk out in to the living room. Fiona's on her second cup of tea and rolls her eyes at me.
"Sorry, didn't have time for a silencing spell" I smirk at her cheekily and she groans in response.
"I swear, that husband of yours doesn't know the meaning of the word quiet" she comments as Charlotte and Jack make their way down the stairs with their cases. I can tell they've caught the end of our conversation by the disgusted look on Jack's face.
"Daddy, you've got a bit of something on your lip" he sneers and I immediately flip him off, but wipe my mouth again. Charlotte looks thoroughly amused when Simon walks out, hanging up the phone.
"What'd Bunce need?" I ask him.
"She just wanted to tell me that her and Micah and the kids are arriving the day after us" he says grinning. He's missed Bunce, as she and Micah moved to America when their second, Gabriel, was born. We seem them every few months, and she calls almost every day but it'll be nice to spend a couple weeks with them, as Daphne's house is large enough to accommodate both our families as well as Mordelia's along with my parents without being crowded.
"Aunt Penny's coming, brilliant" Charlie says, before whipping out her wand and pointing it at her and Jack's luggage, "light as a feather" she casts and the trunks rise into the air and follow Fiona out to the car, "Bye Daddy, Dad, see you in a couple days" she calls, and Jack follows, blowing us a cheeky kiss before closing the door.
"Have fun" are his parting words.
"Now that they're gone…" Simon quirks an eyebrow at me. I see he's recovered from earlier if the bulge showing in his pants is anything to go by. I rip off my jacket and all but attack him with my mouth before he can finish his sentence.
We don't even make it to our room; I've got him completely naked in front of me in our living room and I'm still in my trousers and shirt. He looks at me disapprovingly.
"Baz, I'm going to need you to take off your clothes" he breathes, he's still gets all blushy and nervous sometimes when we have sex and I love it. I quickly unbutton my top and let it slide off my shoulders. He walks towards me slowly to trace his fingers up and down my chest and across my shoulders. My breath catches when he leans his head up to kiss me and I oblige, meeting him there. He brings his arms around my neck and I pick him up and lean us against our front door. He wraps his legs around my waist and I groan when his mouth leaves mine to kiss my neck.
"Aleister Crowley, I love you" I tell him and he redoubles his effort, probably trying to leave a mark, the prat. I let him down so I can take off my trousers and pants and he's on my the second I step out of them.
"Baz, I need you" he says to the skin covering my collarbone and I groan again in agreement.
"In the bedroom, love, we've got all day" I smirk at him and grab his hand to lead him to our room.
CHARLOTTE
I reckon Fiona's going to kill us. She's driving like mad, casting Make way for the queen every 300 metres and swerving in and out of traffic. Jack doesn't seem to mind, though he's sitting in the back seat on his bloody phone again. I swear, If I didn't know better I would think he has a girlfriend.
"Fi, you need to slow down" I plead with her, "I'm going to be sick if you keep this up"
"Charlie, if you want to get to France anytime today, you really need to shut it" she responds and continues her furious spell casting.
"Yeah, our flight's supposed to leave at half past, just leave her be" Jack comments. I check the clock and it's noon already so I guess they're right, I just don't really enjoy the constant movement. I get out my own phone to text Stevie, Penny and Micah's younger daughter, who's my age. I haven't seen her in ages as she goes to school in America. She's a brilliant magician, way more powerful than her brothers, and I think she must take after her mum.
"Alright lovies, we're here, and not a moment to spare, let's get a move on then" Fiona says as we pull in to Heathrow. She just leaves the car by the terminal and pulls all of our luggage up to the check in desk.
"What're we doing with the car, you can't just leave it" I complain to Fiona as we rush through the security queue.
"Stop asking stupid questions" Fiona responds. I just roll my eyes; I'm sick of everyone treating me like I'm stupid but I suppose I shouldn't argue just now, we are in a hurry.
On the plane, I'm seated in the middle with Jack to my left and Fiona in the aisle; she quickly orders a scotch and asks us if we would like any. I refuse, but Jack accepts and by the time we land the both of them are sloshed.
"Fucking hell, who's supposed to be collecting us?" I complain as I drag the pair of them to the baggage claim.
"Mordelia should be here soon" Fiona slurs, "If she left her brats at home that is, we all know Kathryn is a bit of a dawdler" she laughs and Jack joins in just as I notice Mordelia standing to the side with our cases already loaded onto a trolley. I run towards her and she envelopes me into a hug.
"Already drunk are they?" she whispers in my ear and I laugh and nod.
"Yeah, you know Fiona, showed up to our flat this morning nursing a hangover and the second the drinks trolley came around she needed another" I respond.
"I can hear you, you fucking numpties" Fiona says lightly and we all laugh.