"We should get a pet."
Baz looked down at the boy leaning against his chest and said "Simon, you know animals aren't allowed."
"We could sneak it in." Baz snorted. Only Simon Snow could come up with such a ridiculous notion. "I'm serious, Baz." Simon said, sitting up and looking at his boyfriend with those adorable puppy dog eyes, "We could smuggle it food from the dining hall and train it to be quiet during the day!" The vampire would have told him it would never work and gotten rid of the idea right then, but Simon's expression was so serious, he felt he had to play along. "Alright," he said, propping himself up on his elbows,"what kind of pet are we going to get?" The Mage's Heir tilted his head to one side and pouted out his lip the way he always did when he was thinking hard (an expression that often caused Baz to laugh and tell him not to hurt himself). After a moment or two of contemplation, Simon's eyes lit up and with a proud grin he said "A cat! Black, like your hair." Baz raised an eyebrow. "Sure." he said, "A black cat. And we can get it a little witch hat and have it sit on the back of our broomstick, just to complete the stereotype."
"Baz!"
"No, Snow. We cannot smuggle a cat into our dorm. It's against the rules."
Simon deflated and settled back onto Baz's chest. After a few minutes of pouting, he whispered "Hey Baz?"
"What is it, love?"
"After we're done with school,can we get a cat?" Baz paused. They had never really discussed their future before, and Baz had never been confident enough to assume they would stay together; it had only been a few months since they had first confessed, and he figured eventually Simon would want to move on. But as he sat there, Simon curled against his chest, their limbs intertwined, nothing seemed more natural. Of course they would always be together, why wouldn't they be? Baz sighed contentedly and pulled Simon a little closer to him. "Yeah." he said "When we're older, we'll get a cat."