Chapter Four: Make This One Count
Simon
Baz reaches for the bottle again and shifts in front of me with his legs crossed. I've already loosened my tie at this point and managed to cover my sleeves in chocolate. Baz still looks immaculate in his suit even sitting on the floor sipping champagne straight from the bottle. His hair is slightly out of place and falling into his eyes. Exactly the way I like it.
Now that I've had my fill of food, I stare at Baz as he takes a deep swig from the champagne bottle. He calmed me down on the dance floor tonight when I told him I didn't deserve him. I'm still not sure if I do, but I know that I want him.
He looks a little nervous so I sit up and lean towards him. I can't last another minute without touching his hair.
I reach up and brush the dark, straight locks from his face and ask, "Now, what?"
Baz raises his eyebrows, "What do you mean, now what?"
"Last time walking up those stairs together. First drink of champagne. Last of the sandwiches…"
Baz smiles at my attempt at humor and rolls his eyes. "Seems like we're due for another first. What will it be Snow?"
I need to kiss him. Now. I gently remove the bottle from his hands, take another sip and set it back on our table. "How about I kiss you in our room?"
His expression quickly shifts from amusement to longing and he stretches out his long legs as I swing myself on top of his waist so we're sitting face to face. He looks at me like he wants to devour me…
I pull gently on his necktie until he is just a couple of inches from my face. "You assured me tonight that you're choosing me. Baz—I'm choosing you too. As difficult as it was to enter the Watford gates tonight, there is nowhere else I would rather be than in our room right now and there is nothing else I would rather do than kiss you."
He reaches for my face like he needs me in order to continue breathing or keep his heart beating and our mouths taste like champagne.
His necktie is still in my hands and I loosen the knot while our mouths crash into each other. Where is this heading? I slip my hands under his suit jacket and brush them across the top of his shoulders to slide it off. He pulls his lips away for a moment, shrugs off the jacket and lets it hit the floor. I tug off my own jacket carelessly and toss it aside. It's covered in chocolate anyway.
I'm still sitting on top of him and I move my hands from his shoulders up to the back of his neck. He tucks his face into my shoulder, leaving his neck exposed. I kiss the side of his head at his temple, and then let my lips lightly graze his ear while I feel him tense against me. I can do even better. I let my tongue travel along the soft, bare skin under his ear and down his neck.
"Simon," he gasps and his hands grip the sides of my waist tightly.
I lower him to the floor, grabbing his shirt collar, and feel my hips instinctively rub against his. His grey eyes blaze into my blue ones.
As I hang above him on all fours, I grin down at him, "Does this remind you of anything?"
"The first night that you kissed me in the woods and we spent the night in front of my fireplace." He shakes his head gently, "I had no idea what I was doing and I felt completely confused as to why you wanted to kiss me … but I had never been so happy."
Baz pauses with his hands still wrapped around my waist and looks up at me mischievously, "Why are we lying on the floor when there are two perfectly soft beds in this room?"
"I suppose our next dilemma is to figure out which bed to move into—mine or yours?" I lean in to kiss him again because I can't stop myself.
Baz smiles against my lips, "As many nights as I spent in this room watching you sleep and longing to be in that bed with you, I think it's only fair that you allow us to get into yours."
It takes a lot of willpower to sit up and separate my body from his. Baz rises to his feet and looks thoughtful for a moment, "Technically, I guess we did spend the night in your bed the last time you were here."
"Yeah, but I was covered in filth, paralyzed with shock, clinging to you like a child and barely remember being in here. That definitely doesn't count."
Baz turns off the lights and we take a few steps towards my bed. As I pull back the covers, he presses his body against my back, pushing me into the side of the mattress, kisses my neck and wraps his arms around my stomach. He whispers in my ear, "Then let's make this one count."
