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Simon's POV
I crash my lips into Baz's mouth, catching him off guard. His cold, cold mouth.
He falls back, head thudding against the ground, and I'm straddling him, my mouth never leaving his. Baz bites my lower lip—fangs grazing as they slip inside his jaw—begging for entrance, and I deepen the kiss; his tongue curling around mine. His hands wrap around my waist, tugging me down so my chest falls onto his.
Merlin, Morgana and Methuselah. . .
Baz's POV
Aleister fucking Crowley.
Simon Snow is kissing me!
Deciding to cherish the moment before he recovers from whatever injury his brain suffered, that allowed him to kiss me; I let my hands travel down his waist to grip his arse, pulling him down onto me, making his spine arch as he grinds against my raging hard-on. Oh, fuck. . .
Snow moans into my mouth, humming in pleasure at the friction, and I feel the sound reverberate through my immortal body as I groan beneath him.
Simon Snow. Is grinding. Against. Me! My heart thunders in my chest, swelling up, aching to explode.
My eyes flutter open, and I see Simon sucking on my lower lip, I feel every fiber of his being on top of me. And I'm breathless. . . yet, I slowly tear our mouths apart, because I cannot hold back this smile.
Simon's POV
Baz pulls his heavenly mouth away and smiles at me. His pink lips, hugging his gleaming teeth, the way his silver eyes glow, his hands holding my face—I cannot help but crash my mouth into his all over again, breathless.
I let my fingers tangle in his long hair, like I've thought of doing for longer than I can remember, pulling him closer and closer, still. Opening my eyes, I'm greeted with the sight of Baz's long lashes casting shadows over his sharp, porcelain cheekbones. The most beautiful face there is.
And I can see his lips in mine, I can feel his soft lips between my teeth. I hold back a moan. Untangling our tongues, I pull back and pepper kisses on his nose, his forehead, and his throat. Affection suddenly bursting through me. Baz's graceful fingers tug at my tight curls, holding the back of my neck, then dragging down to my waist.
And more tears stream down his face as I kiss his quivering lips.
Baz's POV
Simon Snow, with all his freckles and all his Simon glory, kisses me with those insanely soft, plump lips and I melt under him, all the pain I have been holding for the past five years, ever since I met him, and long before, comes flowing out. And he's kissing me, even while I'm crying. Merlin, What did I do to deserve this boy?
Between his devoted kisses and his astoundingly blue eyes staring into mine, I feel tears that aren't my own streak my face. I lift my hands from his waist, wrapping them around his neck while he continues kissing me, silent tears between us.
"I love you, Bazzy," he whispers, right into my mouth.
What. . . Love? Simon Snow—loves me? He must be mistaken, but I cannot let go of him. . . just the thought of his parted pink lips makes my knees weak. So I stay there wrapped around Snow's little finger, like I have been since I first saw those stupidly blue eyes, ridiculous bronze curls and the constellations of freckles on his sun-kissed skin. I decide to let the truth slip, what's the point of holding back now? My grey eyes catch his.
"I love you more, Simon. I love you the most, always have."
He stops for a second, rising above me, I'm still lying under him, between his legs, vulnerable, exposed. I hold my breath preparing for him to get up and leave, wordlessly. Out of disgust.
A strange glint takes over his light blue eyes instead, and he pulls me up so I'm sitting, and he's on my lap.
The love of my tragic life, My Chosen One, Simon Snow. . . is on my lap. I cannot help the smile that plays on my lips. He's only inches away and he comes even closer. Until his forehead bumps against mine, and his intense, fiery blue eyes snatch my breath.
His golden fingers find my long hair, his thumb dragging down my chin. I bite my lip to hold back a moan as his body intertwines with mine. He kisses me again, this time even slower and gentler. With all the love in the world in his blue eyes as they lock onto mine, his mouth working with me.
"Marry me. . . ," A honey, sweet voice, his eyes dripping love. It's a strange look on Simon, considering it's me he's talking to. It's a strange look, period. He's never looked at anyone like this and I know it.
"Simon, we're fifteen." I deadpan, chuckling at the stupidly attractive boy before me, even though my heart has stopped beating.
"But Bazzyyy. . . ," he whines, biting his lip, holding onto even stupider words, I'm sure.
"Simon. Ten minutes ago we were enemies." I say, pursing my lips.
"Two days ago you were sleeping in my arms." He reasons with an oddly resolute expression, determination twinkling in his eyes.
"Good point." I say, furrowing my brows in feigned thoughtfulness, "I'll consider your offer, Chosen." I give him a sarcastic, yet sweet smile.
"Really?!" It's work not to laugh, he actually believed me. Simon's utterly moronic, and I love it.
"No, dumb ass, we're still fifteen," I deadpan once again.
"So no wedding?" He pouts, flashing me puppy-dog eyes. This boy—never ceases to amaze me.
"Fucking hell, Simon." I roll my eyes, fighting a smile.
"Whatttt," he demands, "I was only thinking about what suit you'd wear. . . ," A rosy blush taking over his cheeks.
"Let's just go to Mummers. Before you hit your head, and remember that you hate me and kill me right here." I roll my eyes, grinning at the beautiful, blundering idiot before me.
"Bazzy, I don't hate you." Simon smiles, "They're on a spectrum. I love you. I'm just good at hiding it," He says waggling his eyebrows. "l love your grey eyes, your fangs, your fucking gorgeous hair. Also, your prickly personality of course!" Simon laughs, throwing his head back as his curls bounce around.
Fucker.
Such a beautiful fucker.
I sigh internally, rolling my eyes at him, because I'm so hopelessly in love. . . But for once, I'm smiling at the thought.
Simon's POV
Baz just looked at me like I grew another head! I release the loudest, craziest laugh ever. Now his mouth hangs open too, like I grew more eyes and arms and legs as well!!
Fuck, I just asked my five-year long nemesis I'm destined to kill, to marry me!
I pounce onto him wrapping my legs around his waist, his arms reflexively holding me. I take his lips in mine, and all his control washes away, as he melts into the arms I throw around him, his own snaking down to my arse, supporting my weight. My hands tug at his raven hair, his sharp teeth biting my lip, my body pressed into his. Oh Baz. . . The things you do to me. . .
"Fuck, yes, I'll marry you. I'll marry you every single day,"
"That's not how marriage works, Baz"
"I'm Baz, I can marry you twice a day if I want."
Baz's POV
I chuckle against Simon's lips. "Fuck, marriage, I want Simon."
Nothing I'm saying makes sense anymore. Well. . . Simon has that effect on me. At least his mouth has that effect on me. His lips on mine always kill every thought.
His body shakes in my arms, laughing at my ridiculous sentences. There's nothing better than watching Simon's eyes light up as he laughs, the most hearty and loud laugh I've ever heard. It has me grinning back in a way I haven't since my mother died.