Baz
I gasp as Simon brushes his fingers down my spine and sucks on my throat, drawing circles with his tongue. We took our shirts off awhile ago and his chest is pressed against mine. He's warm and I'm cold. We're a perfect contrast.
"Simon," I moan, arching my back. I used to tell myself that I was deluded, that this would never happen. But now we're kissing and I can't get enough of him. This will be hard later, but I don't think about it. I don't think about anything; I can't.
"Baz," he growls huskily. Usually his growls means he's angry, but this one in full of want –no, need.
"Hey Si- Holy mother of Merlin!" Bunce yells. Simon rolls of me (and my bed), landing on the floor with a thunk. Jumping to his feet, he watches her nervously.
"Please put your shirt- shirts back on," she mumbles staring at the ceiling. She doesn't move until we do.
"You can look now," I tell her, exasperated. The two of them are red and if I had drunk more blood than I would be too. I'm thankful for that.
"So you two are dating?" she asks, jumping right to the most important question like always.
"Um…." Simon said, sounding dumb. "I- I dunno. Maybe?" He looks to me, expecting me to know. I sigh. "Subtle."
"Because walking in on you two making out is?" Bunce asks, laughing. She sits on Simon's empty bed and starts staring at my neck, trying not to laugh. I scowl and look at Simon expectantly. His face is florescent red. I go into the bathroom and look into the mirror, tilting my head. Crowley, no. I can't believe it. Bloody Snow gave me a hickey. Of course it's already starting to fade, but still. Forgetting Bunce is there, I storm out, grab Simon's shirt and whisper, "Really, Snow? You just couldn't control yourself, could you?"
Then I let go and clamp on one hand on my neck and the other over my eyes. "A hickey, Snow? Really?"
He smirks. "You didn't seem to mind while I was giving it to you."
"Ugh, I'm gone," Bunce says, getting up and walking out.
I give him a half smile. "Payback time." He grins.