Snow Falling

4: Major letdown and can we pretend i'm not drunk and horny right now?

*as you can probably tell from the title, this has sex in it. you can skip it if you want, but you won't get much. There's also a part in chapter five, but that's a small part. You can skip that, but it's character development, I guess.

Thanks for reading this, lovelies.*

Baz

I had gotten stupid last night. Usually I could control myself. But... Well... It was last night. It was in the past.

I had only one thing to ask, though:

What the fuck was Simon Snow on that he had allowed himself to get screwed over like this? To, better yet, screw me?

I guess we need to go over this, for the record...

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When he came back, I was smiling like an idiot. He threw down his coat, then promptly picked it up and put it on the coat rack near the door. Then he took off his shoes.

I watched him with drunken interest. Then he noticed me staring at him; I was positioned on the couch, my upper body falling over to the floor and my lower body propped up on the cushions that made the back of the couch. I giggled. He sighed.

"Crowley, Baz, are you alright?" He said, coming over to me and stopping right in front of my face.

"What did Wellbelove want?" I slurred, moving up clumsily to meet his face. I made a soft noise as my legs fell behind me, going underneath my ass. I was on my knees on the couch, looking like a puppy begging for scraps. I didn't even care at the moment.

"What did Agatha want...?" He echoed. "Oh. She wanted to tell me off."

"Oh, for what?" I asked, suddenly interested in his life. I had always been interested, I was just so drunk that I was starting to show it.

"Uhm... It's not important." He said.

"Everything about you is important." I replied. God, I sounded like I had had a stroke. I smirked as he frowned. He pressed the back of his hand on my forehead, to check my temperature. I closed my eyes, soaking in his warmth. I had let out a soft, small moan in response to his touch.

I opened my eyes to see him blushing.

"Erm..." He began. I giggled.

"C'mere." I said, not noticing that we were only inches apart. I wanted him closer.

Merlin, I wanted him on top of me.

He swallowed, but didn't move. I frowned.

"I said..." I started, yanking him onto the couch with me, him on top of me. He blushed, his crotch pressed against my clothed erection insistently. His eyes widened as he felt it.

"I..." He began, spluttering. I giggled again.

"Don't worry; You'll be fine." I said. "But I might leave a few bruises." I warned.

He didn't look all that opposed to having marks left on his body by me, as it looked to my drunken eyes at the time.

Why hadn't I thought that was odd?

I moved my head upwards, catching his lips in a clumsy but passionate kiss. I pulled away slightly, and when I went back, he had opened his mouth to connect our tongues. I moaned softly into the kiss as I felt him lean downward, forcing my head back onto the couch's soft cushions. I felt surprise elbow its up into me, as one of his hands were on my neck, the other snaking its way down to my hip.

He pulled away, and I gasped. He tried his best, but I knew now that he wasn't an expert on sex, probably still a novice.

That was fine; I was exhilarated that I could teach him a few things. I could teach him bucket loads of things.