Otp Prompt #9: Simon is still with Agatha, but he can't help but imagine someone else in her place...
Agatha is sitting in front of the fire, curled up like a kitten. I sit down next to her, taking her hand. She looks at me with her big eyes and tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. I lean forward to kiss her, tangling my hands in her hair. Her mouth fits perfectly against mine as we sit in front of the fire.
Before I know what's happening, she's climbing on top of me, pulling me closer. Her mouth gets colder and her hair gets smoother. For some reason, the kiss feels better than it did just a second ago. But another strange thing; she feels heavier on top of me all of a sudden. Not that I mind- the kiss is much too nice to care. I smile against her lips and lean back to get a good look at her.
Instead of seeing Agatha's blue eyes, I see grey ones. Her hair is shorter (but still long) and it's black now. She's paler. I get a good look at the person in front of me... and find it's not Agatha at all. It's Baz. Instead of jumping back or hitting him, I find myself smiling wider. He looks at me with love in his eyes, and a smile playing on his thin lips. His hair falls in lazy waves over his forehead, and I reach forward to tuck a strand behind his ear, keeping my hand on his cheek.
"I love you, Baz." The words feel oddly familiar coming off my tongue, and I love the way they feel. I feel so much love towards this boy, Agatha long gone from my mind.
"I love you too, Simon Snow." My heart glows as I lean back in to continue the kiss.
I sit bolt upright in bed, sweat covering my back and my heart hammering. I look around and see that I'm no longer in front of a fire, but rather I'm back in my room at Watford. My eyes look around and I see that the lights are on. I see Baz fixing his tie in the mirror. Baz. I can't slow my breathing as I remember my dream. I was kissing Baz. I loved Baz. In fact, once Agatha was gone and I saw Baz sitting in front of me, I only felt more love and affection. What in the bloody hell is going on with me?
"Stare much, Snow?" He sneers at me as he gets his shoes on. I look away, blushing. It was just a dream. A really, really good dream. But still a dream. And I'm with Agatha. Not Baz. I hate Baz. When he leaves the room, I'm finally able to get up, shower and get ready for the day, leaving the dream behind me. I just need to forget it ever happened. In fact, I think I'll hang out with Agatha today. Maybe take her out to the field and watch the goats run around. Yeah. That will be nice.
When I'm down to the dining hall, I notice Baz out of the corner of my eye. It's like he's all I can notice every single day. It's hard for me to ever not be around him, because I just need to know what he's plotting. Some big move against me, I'm sure. In my staring at Baz, I nearly walk straight into a third year. He glares at me, and it gets me back to the real world. My girlfriend and Penny are already at our table, and I see that Agatha has already gotten me a plate of food.
I plop down next to her and kiss her on the cheek. "Thanks, Aggie." She smiles sweetly at me and takes my hand. I squeeze it. Penny just rolls her eyes and crinkles her nose. She's never liked PDA. (I think she's a hypocrite. When Micah was here, they could barely keep their hands off each other). I look over and see that Baz is glaring at us. For some reason, I feel the heat of his glare extra today. I can't help but notice that his eyes are extra light grey today- more of a silver than usual. I rip my eyes off of him and turn back to Agatha, still shoveling food into my mouth. For a second when I look at her, I see grey eyes and fangs and my breath catches. Get out of my head, Baz.
"I was thinking we could go somewhere today?" She nods at me and smiles, but doesn't quite meet my eyes. Instead she looks over at Baz for a fraction of a second before turning back to her breakfast. I tense up immediately. Does she know about my dream? I mean, there's no way. And besides, that's all it was; a dream. It meant nothing. I love Agatha (despite what Penny says) and I hate Baz. (Also despite what Penny says).
After breakfast, I take Agatha out to a grassy hill that overlooks the school on one side, and Ebbs goats on the other. We sit facing the campus. "Shouldn't we be in class, Si?" She asks me softly. She doesn't seem to particularly care- I think she's just making small talk. I hate small talk.
"What's one day? I just wanted to be with you for a while. We haven't seen each other much since the term started." She nods her head but keeps her eyes on the school. I squeeze her hand and she turns to look at me. I lean forward and tentatively press my lips to hers. It's nice. She pushes back lightly, and that's when I remember the dream. I desperately just want to forget about it. To just get lost in something else- and Agatha is that something else.
I kiss her more forcefully, and even though she seems hesitant, she pushes back just as hard, too. I open my mouth to let her tongue slip in, and she does the same. I put one hand in her hair and the other on her hip. She cups my face. We've kissed before, but not quite like this. While we kiss, images flash in my mind; smooth black hair. Stormy grey eyes. I imagine Baz with his shirt off, my hands trailing his stomach. I have to stifle a moan as I imagine running my hand on Baz's stomach, going lower... lower...
"Baz..." I groan his name, and that's when I realize that I've just royally fucked up. Agatha leans back, removes her lips from mine and jumping away from my touch. Agatha. I'm with Agatha right now. Not Baz. Crowley, the thing I was imagining just seemed so real...
She doesn't look mad, exactly. Just confused and a little bit of something else. "Did you just say Baz?" Her voice is fierce and her brows are furrowed. I stand up, reaching out to her.
"Aggie... Agatha," I say as she moves further away from me. "I did say Baz's name, but not like that! I just... I just remembered that he said something about the Wavering Wood... I think he's plotting something." I lie straight through my teeth. She just scoffs.
"That's rich, Simon!" Remembering my dream from last night, my name sounds wrong coming from her mouth. I don't know why; she's called me Simon since she met me. But the way it sounded coming from Baz's mouth in my dream... "Simon?!" She snaps her fingers in front of my face and I come out of my trance. She just sighs. "Si, I can't do this. I am always competing with Baz! You talk about him all the time, you follow him everywhere so you never have any time for me, and now this? Aleister Crowley, Simon!" She runs a hand over her face and I realize that what she's saying might be true. "Penny is right. We're not in love, Simon Snow. Your heart belongs to someone else... and I'm too okay with that for this to continue... go get him."
I want to argue with her. I want to tell her that she's wrong, and that I am in love with her. That she's never had to compete with Baz. That she's in love with me. But looking at her... I feel the same about her as I do with someone like Gareth. And when I look at Baz, it's like time has stopped just so I can savor the moments that I have with him. I just nod at Agatha, and start running towards Mummers House, leaving her there alone. When I get into my room, I realize that classes aren't over yet, and Baz wouldn't be back for hours.
I decide to take a nap, finally letting myself dream about Baz.
...
I wake up to the sound of our room door slamming shut. I open my eyes and see an angry Baz storming into our room and flopping down onto his bed. "Baz? What's wrong?" He looks over at me like I've grown another head. Do I really never sound concerned about him?
He sneers at me and rolls his eyes. "Leave it alone, Snow." I just want him to say my name. I want to make him say it. More than that; I want to make him moan it. I want to make him moan and groan and I want to make his lips swollen and I just want to snog him silly. I look over at him and see that his hair is falling in waves over his face. I just want to rake my hands through that hair. Tug and stroke and pull at it. What the fuck is wrong with me?
"Agatha and I broke up!" I don't know why I feel compelled to tell him this... it just seems important. And then it dawns on me that he might not even like blokes. Granted, I didn't think I liked blokes either until my dream last night. He looks over at me and for a second, I see something in his eyes- either hope or hurt. I can't tell which.
"Snow, I'm not your relationship counselor. Go mourn somewhere else, you git." He gets up and starts toward the door, but I stand up quickly and grab his wrist.
"I'm not sad..." He turns and quirks his eyebrow at me. I usually hate it when he does that. I just find it wildly attractive at the moment. "Because I like someone else." Baz rolls his eyes and starts tugging away again. But this time, I grip his wrist harder and spin him around to face me, pinning him against the door. As I look into his eyes, they remind me of my dream. And my fantasy when I was with Agatha. The one where I rubbed his stomach.
I can hear his breath get caught in his throat when I lean slightly forward and slip a hand under his shirt, feeling the smooth skin there. He lets out a shaky breath as I run my other hand from his chest into his hair, tugging gently. He bites back a groan. I tilt his head down and bring his lips to mine. He growls against mine and I just want to hear him say my name. His kisses are even better than they were in my dream. His mouth his cold and soft and I could stay here for hours. But I lean my head down and start trailing kisses down from his mouth until I get to his collarbone.
I gently pepper his neck with kisses and he whisper-groans, "Simon..." Which, in turn, makes me groan right back. We do everything from the things I had dreamt and imagined. I wonder how long he's wanted this. Really, I wonder how long I've wanted it.
I make him say my name thirty more times before the night is over.