Keep Calm Simon

Terribly Awfully Wonderful (Part 2)

Baz paced back and forth, hands clasped together behind his back. The sun sent stray rays through their window overlooking the courtyard, and their cream colored walls were bright and welcoming. Snow lay sleeping soundly before him. He looked different in sleep, as everyone does, but there was something about the way his floppy blue dyed locks stuck out at weird angles and his dark brow was creased slightly. To Baz he looked like a puppy (granted, a puppy with brilliant blue hair, but a puppy nonetheless). Innocent and loyal to those he loved, strong and bountiful in love and life. Thoughts like these made something in Baz's stomach stir for the millionth time that week.

Scowling in annoyance, Baz went to the clock on Snow's bed stand and eyed it smugly. He'd disabled Snow's alarm so that they would be quite late for breakfast in the dining hall. Turning back towards the bed, he made to shake Snow awake. This was probably the hardest part of his plan, so he had to be careful not to mess anything up.

At first Snow seemed to be trying to shove him off, but then things took a turn for the worst. Snow began to reach out blindly, catching hold of Baz's school shirt, and pulling it towards his head. Unable to scramble away in time, Baz cringed as he lost his footing and tumbled onto the bed above Snow. Obviously oblivious, Snow wrapped his strong arms around Baz's thin frame and rested his cheek upon Baz's chest. Baz's own arms were now braced on either side of the bed frame, in a feeble attempt to hold himself as far off of Snow as he could manage.

Unable to control himself, Baz gritted his teeth and prayed silently that Snow couldn't hear his ragged breaths or his raging heart that was threatening to leap from his own thin chest. Attempts to awkwardly situate himself to the side of Simon's body ended in only encouraging Snow to pull him close, giving Baz no choice but to straddle Simon's hips. If things couldn't get any worse, Snow had a vein in his neck that pulsed slightly in contentment, as he snuggled closer to Baz. Baz's breathing hitched as thoughts of blood clouded his mind. His fangs slipped out and pressed against his bottom lip as he licked his lips.

He wondered what it would be like to taste Snow's blood. He could imagine the sweet juice pouring out of Snow's neck like wine, as he sank his fangs deeper into the vein.

His eyes traveled up to Snow's lips and the danger increased. They were full and pink against his tan skin. Baz shut his eyes quickly and attempted to clear his thoughts once more. He knew that if he didn't do something soon, he wouldn't be able to stop the monster inside him. Snow's arms still wrapped around his waist, warm and longing.

"Let. Go. You. Bloody. Idiot." Baz hissed, leaning his mouth down into Simon's, now blue, locks.

A second later Simon's saphire eyes opened inches away from Baz's grey ones.

Once Baz had convinced Snow that they had to go to the dining hall immediately, and Simon had gotten dressed and eagerly escaped into the hallway, he let out a sigh of relief. Their previous situation was dangerous in more ways then he could count, but he knew it would be worth it. Everything was going to go according to plan, from now on.

*

Simon made his way down the empty corridor, not bothering to wait for Baz to leave the room. He ran his fingers through his hair and wished he'd looked in the mirror to fix his hair before he'd left. Then again, given the chance he'd probably still have left to get away from Baz. He tried to shrug off the warm feeling he'd gotten before he'd opened his eyes, but it was no use.

As he was making his way towards the doors of the dining hall, a 3rd year ran past him, breathless.

"Watch it, mate!" Simon called as the kid bumped into him.

The kid turned around to face Simon, but he stopped with his mouth hanging open and eyes wide and round. Simon gathered that this was one of the younger students who practically worshipped him (they'd even started a "Simon Snow fanclub"!) Simon cringed when he remembered a young girl writing something called, "fanfiction", about Agatha and him one year.