Breathless...

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Baz's POV

I wake up in Simon Snow's arms every morning, and still. . . It catches me by surprise. He's just so beautiful, my heart quakes.

Simon is always awake before me, always playing with my hair as I stretch out. I kiss each freckle on his face and he giggles. Only a slight twist of my back, and I'd be pressed flush against his warm, golden chest again. Ah, the glory that is Simon Snow and his beautiful, sun-kissed, freckled body.

Love. . I finally have love. And I finally have this beautiful, blundering idiot. It ensures that I'm smiling every morning, and every night.

"Simon. . ," I whisper, and his arm pulls me even further into him. His legs come to tangle around me as well.

Then he breathes a small "yeah" into my hair, at the back of my neck. It's ticklish.

"I love you, Simon. So fucking much."

"I love you too, Bazzy." He says as I'm enveloped in his grip. Then he presses a sweet kiss to my forehead, which is little difficult since he's behind me. Ah, Snow. What I wouldn't do for you. .

"Hey, Si. . ,"

"Yes, baby."

"Do you remember all those times I grabbed you by the collar and punched you?" I ask in a small voice.

"Yeah?" He says, chuckling.

"I was so desperate to touch you. . . To get my hands anywhere on your golden skin." He notices my strange smile as the words leave my lips.

"I thought you found me 'insufferable'." He says, lips curling in a playful voice.

"My love for you. That was indeed insufferable. . ," I remark, still facing the wall. "Do I get to hear a secret in return?" I ask softly.

"Until fifth year, I thought orgasm and organism were the same thing. . ," he laughs, and I question everything I have ever learnt. And why the hell he would think that. He sees it in my incredulous expression. "What. . ? I was young, okay!" Simon defends.

"Nothing, Snow. Just that your mind is a marvel." I quip sarcastically.

"You're so stupid." He whispers. And he's so, so warm behind me.

"Strange words coming from you, Snow." I smirk at him, twisting in his arms to face him. "I don't quite recall you being the one of us who can speak and cast spells in multiple languages (or in any language, for that matter). . Or play any instrument. . Or get the best grades. . ," I trail on, only to piss him off. It's fun teasing him.

"Aren't you the sweetest boyfriend?" He breathes against my lips. His bronze curls caressing my forehead. I think I might kiss him, he's irresistible like this. I pounce on him then. And straddle his waist, on all fours, finally kissing him. He hums into my mouth, tugging on my long black hair. I melt into his hands then, as they wander my body and he holds my hips, pulling me into him.

"I love you, you fucking nightmare." I say, staring into hypnotic blue oceans as I kiss him again. He understands my reference to the time he blew up our door and I called him a nightmare. Crowley, I love this boy. He's my weakness.

"I love you too, you 'insufferable' prat." He says jokingly, blue eyes twinkling. "But say that once more, and I might have to knock the door down again." He threatens. HA, very likely, Snow.

Simon's POV

He's perfect. Baz is bloody perfect. And I can't stop thinking it.

"I wish we could spend all morning like this. . ," I drawl out, with an exaggerated sigh.