Snow and I spin each other until we're too dizzy to stand. Until those golden lights he made are nothing more than blurred streaks in my vision. Until the floor sways ominously beneath my feet.
We fall in a giggling heap on the floor, slumped up against each other like delirious sacks of flour. Every point of contact between his body and mine jumps to life, electric and insatiable, feeling like a fire I'm barely in control of.
Then he lets his head fall against my shoulder. And I spontaneously combust. Every nerve, every traitorous neuron aflame. My mind blaring his name like an air-raid siren: SNOW... SNOW... SNOW... SNOW... SNOW...
"Thanks..." he says quietly, sheepishly. Neither of us are used to thanking the other for anything. "Thanks for tonight, Baz. I... I needed it."
SNOWSNOWSNOWSNOWSNOWSNOWSNOW...
He knows nothing of need.
My heart beats so loudly in my chest the noise of it echoes down into my stomach. Crowley. His lips are just right there. Pink and perfect, reflecting the golden light. And beneath that residual smell of smoke that always hangs about Simon Snow, he smells like...
Simon Snow...
Simon Snow smells like the sun. Like the way you'd expect a star to smell if all the fairy tales were true and stars weren't made of burning gas. Like magic and good intentions and something ethereal. Untouchable.
Simon Snow is untouchable. And yet here he is, touching me. Setting me on fire. I think he could literally set me on fire right now and I wouldn't move a muscle.
"Snow... Simon..." I trail off. How do you ask someone to kiss you when you know his answer will forever be 'no'?
He looks up at me. All blue eyes and freckled skin. I don't know whether to kiss him or to run away screaming.
"Baz?"
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Something New
FanfictionIt's sixth year, and Simon can't sleep. The Mage has been ignoring him, he failed an assignment, and he can't, for the life of them, find the last of the Six White Hares. Surprisingly, it is Baz-- his insufferable roommate (who is probably a vampire...
