Breathless...

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Baz's POV

He slowly stalks towards me, thick bronze curls bouncing with every step. He's battling something. I can see it in his eyes, in his clenched jaw. I feel my lips curl into a smile.      

            Disappointment be damned, I can't resist Simon Snow, I'm in his thrall. Chained to him. Completely vulnerable, madly in love, and absolutely fucking lost. Lost in his big blue eyes. This boy. . . has cursed me, entranced me, loved me. He's left me a fucking mess.

How could I help myself though? Those ridiculous golden curls, his sun-kissed freckled skin, that intense fiery blue gaze. . . . the way his tongue swipes over his puckered pink lips.

            Crowley, I want to kiss him. I want to die kissing Simon Snow.

            Aching to touch him, I'm aching. But I'm chained. Isn't he positively delightful, absolutely fucking charming. My eyes watch his every movement with faint intrigue, as he steps dangerously close to me. I mirror his smirk. It's my smirk, after all. And I know I'm just as powerful with my wrists lifted, and chained to the wall behind me. Baring my fangs, I watch as he gulps. Nice to know I can still scare him.

            But he does not stop. Interesting. He's right before me now, looking up. Simon Snow. . . Blue eyes burn into mine, pink lips part, so close I can feel him breathe. I cackle at the fact that he'll have to get on his toes to kiss me. (Mocking Snow will never get old, no matter how much I love him.)

            Inches away, he's only inches away from my lips. And I'm only inches away from falling apart, falling right into his arms.

            "I didn't cheat on you, love." Blue eyes burn. I can only stare blankly. "Agatha kissed me, Bazzy, not the other way round. And what you thought was me wrapping my arms around her. . . I was trying to push her away without throwing her, Baz." Snow doesn't bluster once. Shocking. Rather eloquent of him, really.

             "Snow, please do not lie to me." I choke out, holding back tears, because I don't know what I'm going to do if he only wants Welbelove and keeps pretending to want me.

            "Bazzy, do not you dare fucking doubt me!" he's fucking yelling, pure Simon  Snow rage, "I've been chasing after you all this time. I mean it, Baz, I fucking love you!" He spits in my face. I imagine him stepping closer, licking it off, then kissing me. (I'm disturbed, ask anyone.)

            And that is when it hits. A slow smile creeps up on my face, and my eyes roam over him, connecting one mole to another. Finding constellations on his cheek. Catching his piercing blue eyes. Staring at his lips. Simon Snow's plump pink lips. My Simon Snow's pink lips.

           He didn't cheat on me.

          Simon Snow loves me. SIMON SNOW. LOVES. ME. I want to squeal like a schoolgirl, but I will contain myself. I'm a Pitch, Pitches don't squeal. But then again, no other Pitch has ever been loved by Simon Snow.

          Aleister Crowley, I'm living a charmed life!

          Simon looks at me, as if asking for forgiveness—for permission. And I nod my head, breathlessly. My insatiable desire for him is aroused, and there's nothing I want more than his body pushed up against mine. Arching into me. Melting in my hands.

          But I'm bound. And he's right before me. Bastard, he orchestrated this. Guess he isn't a hopeless idiot after all. At least he won't be, in bed. . .

Simon's POV

I'm taking him tonight.

       His lips curl into a sly smirk, and it looks a little terrifying with 4 inch long fangs out in the open. Chained vampires are quite sexy. . .

       I fucking love it.

       I fucking love him. And my heart races at the thought.

Baz's POV

I tuck my fangs in, my heart thundering in my chest even before his lips lock with mine.

           And then they do. Simon's desperate hands tangle in my long hair, then move to pull my hips into him possessively, fiercely. He's holding me flush against him, shivers travel down my spine at his touch. And I hold his tongue captive, tugging at my chains, wanting to touch him so, so badly.

          Then Simon surprises me, hooking his hands under my knees suddenly, lifting my legs up. He's never too careful with my body, so he doesn't mind slamming me back into the wall.

            I reflexively wrap my legs around his waist, crossing ankles, grinding my raging boner into his. He grunts, kissing me ferociously. Our bodies are finally together, bare chest to bare chest, lips pressed, groin to groin; after so fucking long, and his nails dig into my hips and thighs. As he pulls his mouth away, his nose grazes mine, and his blue eyes fly open. I can feel his lashes. That's how close he is.

           Blue, blue, blue. I'm drowning in the color, drowning in his love, drowning in his longing. Simon fucking Snow's lips crash into mine again, so hard, I shut my eyes from impact. Our teeth collide, our tongues intertwine, and he just keeps pushing.     

          His mouth is so, so hot.

          I'm kissing a star, I'm kissing the fucking sun.

          I'm kissing Simon Snow. . .