This is just a SimonFelicity moment that I wrote during Econ and kind of liked. I always thought those two had... a past. This is the first thing I have posted so please read and review. It's short; it won't take very long at all. ;)
"Miss Worthington." Simon takes my elbow, a gesture so formal that I laugh. He laughs too, and wraps my arm around his waist instead.
"What brings you here, Mr. Middleton?" I ask, as he puts his arm around me too.
"Felicity," he breathes, and suddenly I'm crushed against him and his lips are by my ear. "I've asked Gemma to marry me," he says.
I pull away, but his hands are still on my waist, holding me so tightly I can feel his fingers through my corset. "She won't marry you," I say carelessly, and I kiss his mouth. He responds eagerly; he always does. He tastes like peppermints and liquor, somehow both safe and dangerous. When his hand weaves through my hair, I stop him, ducking from his grasp and crossing to the other side of the room.
"Of course she'll marry me," he says, a little breathless. "Gemma Doyle loves me."
I only laugh and twist my hair up onto the top of my head with one hand. Then, I let it fall in golden waves. Simon stares at me, his mouth slightly open. "I wish you both... felicity," I say finally. "Good-day to you, Mr. Middleton."