And I Thought that was awkward!

Simon

I don't know why I agreed to this, but I'm glad I did.

I'm lounging on my bed, following Baz with my eyes.

He's dancing erotically and he's half-naked. I want him to go farther, but I know he won't. Instead I drink him in, thinking.

I can't get enough and I know he loves seeing me heated up like this.

At first he had been grinning, watching me to see how I'd react, but now he's in his own little world, so focused on what he's doing that makes me realize he's done this before.

If I didn't know that I was the first person to watch me dance (He'd been pretty shy about doing it, but had pleaded for me to let him do this and had assured me that this was his first time in front of anyone) then I would be mad with jealousy, wondering who he had danced for.

Instead this was a fantastic show that is only for me.

I gasp in surprise as he gets on top of me; a lap dance.

Baz

I pulled a fast one with the lap dance.

He's enthralled and I'm surprised; I'm only using instincts to do this. I've never taken lesson, not in exotic dancing anyways. I've had professional ballroom classes, but I can't imagine what Father would say if I asked. I laugh anytime I think about it.

Simon is trying not to breath, maybe so that I won't get scared and flee or so that he won't do something he regrets.

Maybe he's not ready for this.

I'm about to ask him if he's alright when who should walk in, but the one and only Penelope Bunce?

She yelps and covers her eyes immediately, blushing.

This is the second time and it's really irritating. I slide off Simon's lap and slip my pants back on before putting my shirt on.

"You can look," I sigh, wishing she would leave.

It wouldn't matter if she did because the moment is ruined.

She frowns, sitting down on my bed much to my dismay.

Not that I blame her; Simon still has a look of shock on his face.

"Did you need anything, Bunce?" I ask, forcing myself to look bored.

I had fed earlier and I thanked whoever -or whatever- was watching me for letting me digest enough blood so that I wouldn't blush.

I'd rather die than let Bunce see me blush.

She nods, instantly distracted. "I promised Simon I'd help him study for a test."

I glare at my boyfriend, hating him for forgetting. Of course I stopped being mad instantly, but I'm not telling him that.

"Right," he mumbles, grabbing his wand.

I nod to Bunce before going to leave, but before closing the door, I turn to her and say, "Learn to knock and we can avoid these situations."

She turns red.