Devils - Felicity x Simon

I must say I'm surprised that I have not bumped into Gemma here. I'd have expected, what with her naughty expression when we were discussing how to spend our night, that she was thinking along the same lines as I – to dazzle a certain male friend of ours. I was mistaken, for it is I alone at the foot of Simon's grand four-poster bed. Another time, perhaps, I would be disappointed that she hasn't shown, however this time, I find I'm quite relieved. Perhaps she doesn't like him as I do after all.

There are certain qualities I admire in Simon Middleton, certain qualities he hides whenever Gemma is around. It makes me sick, the way he acts the perfect gentleman around her, as if she's too innocent and ladylike to tarnish. He doesn't know Gemma like I do, but she doesn't know him like I do either.

Oh yes, Simon is a perfect gentleman, just as I am a perfect lady – only when I have to be. In the presence of our parents we are angels; however our halos quickly tarnish when no one is around to see them shine. In the many years I have known Simon, we have grown up together, testing our boundaries in every way possible. We have shared more than kisses behind closed doors. He opened my eyes to the wonders of the forbidden drinks, and how they make everything seem okay, even if it wasn't. Especially when it wasn't.

We've gossiped in the nastiest way, while smoking cigarettes behind the stables at his house. Curses flew off our tongues in such a way I am nearly surprised that our tongues haven't been forked. And then Gemma came along and he suddenly became a saint. The way he tempted her with the absinthe was so damn godly compared to how he'd tempt me; it made me sick to watch it. And how he treated me, as if he was daring me to reveal our past together… Ladies first.

But Gemma isn't here now, and she's made it evident that she'd rather be with someone else, unless she is too saintly to even consider visiting a man at night. But I am different, and I have no fear of what might happen when a man and a woman are alone. I am fully prepared to show him who the better woman is.

In sleep, Simon looks as innocent as a little boy, not that he was ever innocent to begin with. It's as if he mocks me, even though it is unintentional. Simon is as devious as I, but it's unfair that he can hide it so well. Unfair, and cowardly. Frowning, I grab his foot and shake him awake.

"Whassat?" He sits up and pulls his foot away. "Felicity?" He groans and falls back onto his pillows. "God, I couldn't have drank that much."

"Who have you been drinking with, Simon?" I ask coolly. "Have I been replaced?" He squints at me and rubs at his eyes. "Yes, I'm really here," I say irritably.

"You came all the way to ask me who I've been drinking with?"

"Of course not, but I'm asking while I'm here."

He cocks his head and takes in the sight of me. "Are you glowing?"

"Answer me!"

"I had a few drinks with the maid, that's all."

I lean over the bed and slap him across the face. His mouth drops open in shock, but I don't care. With Simon and liquor, that's never all. His expert hands tend to wander, and when they do, it is very hard to resist.

"I am more beautiful then Gemma," I say.

"You are?" he asks.

"Yes."

"Alright."

"So why her? Why not me?"

He sits up and rests his arms on his knees. "Because my mother likes her." He appears to think hard. "And she's very…interesting."

I know there is more to his answer. It angers me that he thinks he can suddenly become so cryptic and think he can get away with it. "You're lying," I say, lowering my voice to a whisper. "It's because she's innocent, and naïve. You want to break her in, don't you? Make her feel like she is the honored one, to receive the attention of a viscount's son?"

He blinks stupidly at me. I smirk, knowing I'm right. "Leave Gemma alone, Simon, she's not the girl you think she is."

"Oh?"

"No, but perhaps you've already guessed that, else you wouldn't be frisking your maids."

Simon grins widely. "You've got me there, Felicity. Tell me though, what kind of girl is Gemma Doyle?"

I cross my arms over my full bosom, drawing his eyes to my low neckline. "Not the sort of girl you'd be interested in."

"And what sort of girl am I interested in?" His eyes seem to glitter in the darkness. I know those eyes, I know what they mean, and I am the only one that will ever get to see them.

I crawl onto his bed towards him as sultrily as I can. "A girl like me." I lean forward, giving him a view of my cleavage. "A girl that likes to be bad."

He pulls me into his arms tightly and presses his lips to mine in a hungry kiss. "It's good to be bad," he whispers throatily. The familiar feeling of longing takes over my body, creeping between my legs and staying there, ready to strike when he does. His tongue traces fiery circles on my neck and I wonder vaguely how much better it would feel if his tongue was forked.

We kiss forcefully and passionately for a bit, both of us clamoring to have control. "You're right," he says gruffly. "I do want a girl like you." He makes to unbutton my dress, but I push him away. His advances towards me are made purely by his over-inflated ego, and I will have none of that. I also know that I made a promise to my friends, and it is conveniently time to join them again.

"I'm always right," I say. It is not as if I do not wish to sleep with Simon, but I am the one to make that decision, not him. If he wants me as he says he does, perhaps it is time to show it.

"Felicity," he begins to say, but I am already out the door. He shall just have to tell me another day.

Oh clueless, stupid Simon. He is a Victorian frat boy, I swear it. I think he's a good match for Felicity though. They make bad look um...good.

So, first time I've done Fee's POV - what do you think? Let me know? Pretty please?

Still the epilogue left,
LunaEquus

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