Baz-
Simon Snow won't stop staring at me. I can tell Bunce is getting annoyed.
I drop my pencil. I bend down and make sure he has a good view of my arse as I pick it up. Snogging or not, torturing Snow will always have plenty of appeal. I glance back just in time to see him flipping me off. I laugh, and it feels good for all the right reasons.
Simon-
Baz laughs, no menace, just joy and it makes my heart skip a beat.
I spent all of last night kissing and holding him. He completely opened himself up to me. The steel in his gaze gone.
"You're doing it again," Penny says raising an eyebrow. "You're mooning." She smirks.
"Shut up Pen." She snorts matter of factly. I should've known she would see right through me. However, I couldn't of guessed how unsuprised she was. She GUESSED it, I didn't have to say anything as I walked into breakfast this morning. She already knew.
Baz-
I didn't have my last two classes with Simon, so he's particularly excited to see me. He jumps me as soon as he opens the door, not bothering to close it.
"Snow." I pull away, but he pulls me right back. "We're going to get caught if you do that."
He smiles into his next kiss, "Let them see."
I want to melt into him so badly, but the one last scrap of common sense shouts at me to close the door. I back away and walk backwards to the door. Snow follows me like he's stalking prey. I close the door with my heel and Simon is on me again. My back is pressed into the door and I can feel the cool knob brushing my ribcage.
He pushes his fingers through my hair, so that my head falls back, exposing my neck.
"I think you've developed a fetish Snow," I'm smiling. I can't help it. Simon's lips turn up then he presses his mouth to my neck and I moan.
"Simon." He says.
I try to concentrate, "Whaaa-"
Simon laughs, then continues his ministrations. I can cast spells in three languages, but now I can't pull together a single sentence.
I scrunch my brow in concentration, "What."
He kisses my forehead, unfurling it. He raises his head so that I'm looking into his eyes.
"Simon, you called me Simon, Baz."
"You have no proof," I say.
He hums, the brings his mouth back to my neck. He sucks on my soft spot and I moan. The bastard.
He licks the flesh he's been attacking.
"You know," he says breathily, "I bet I could make you say it again." I groan and pull him to me.