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Simon
The first thing I do when I get into our room is take off my cross.
That’s the first thing I always do when I get in here. I take off my cross, make sure Baz can hear it, and go lay in my bed. Baz will usually glance at me before going back to his book or homework. He likes acting like he isn’t excited I’m back. He wants to keep up his act, (I’m not mad about it. He looks beautiful when he concentrates.)
“Baz,” I say.
“Basilton.” I try again.
“Tyrannus.” That one worked. He perked his head up and looked at me; surprised. He closes his book and puts it down, taking off his glasses, (those damn glasses.)
“Yes, Snow.” He says, sighing.
“You should come over here”
Baz
“You should come over here”
I look back at my book, and then back to him. He’s smiling; waiting for me to get up and go to him. He looks breath-taking (he always does.) I get up and walk over to the bed, standing in front of him. He reaches up for my hand and pulls, asking me to lay with him. He’s always like this, wanting attention from me (Penny also, but normally me.)
“I was trying to read," I say, “you interrupted me.”
“You could bring your book over here. Read to me.” He says, “Please, Baz. I missed you,” follows.
I stare down at him for a few seconds and sigh. I walk back over to my desk and pick up my book, (my glasses too), and walk back to the bed. I lay down and immediately wrapped his arms around me, leaning into me. I lean into him too, loving the warmth. He pushes himself up and kisses my neck, smiling.
“Baby.” He says, “are you gonna read to me.”
“Yes, love. I am.” I say. I pick up his hand and kiss a freckle. It’s the one on his thumb, I love it. I love him. I open the book and start reading. He isn’t paying much attention (I know that for sure,) he just wanted to hear my voice.
Simon
I love his voice, it’s so smooth but a little raspy. It’s perfect. He’s saying something about a painting right now and a handsome man. No one’s more handsome than he is. Took me a while to admit that (7 years to be exact) but he is.
When I’ve decided I’m tired of his attention not being on me completely, I list my hand up and push the book down.
“Simon, I was reading.”
“I know, but you weren’t paying attention to me.”
“We’re cuddling. I’m paying attention to you.”
“Not enough,” I said reaching up to kiss him.
He kisses me back. Softly. Always so soft. I think he’s scared that he’ll hurt me, accidentally scratch me with his fangs. It’s sweet; him caring so much after years of hating each other (not really.) When I pull away he smiles. He lays down more and pulls me into his arms, hugging me.
We lay there for a while, holding each other. Baz is humming something. It's calming like he’s singing me a lullaby. It’s a familiar song, but I can’t remember the name.
“What are you humming?” I ask, muffled because my face is against his chest.
“Octopus’s Garden. It’s by The Beatles.” He says back
“I like when you sing to me.”
“I know, Love.”
Baz
He’s so warm. It’s my favorite thing. He’s got his arms wrapped around my torso, legs slotted with mine, and his head in my chest. I keep humming to him. Scratching his back (I’m hoping he’ll fall asleep.) I love when we can be like this together; sweet, caring, and loving. Our dorm is like our little hideaway. We don’t have to scowl and make snarky comments at each other. We can be soft. I run my hand through his hair and kiss his golden curls.
“I love you. You nightmare.” I say.
“I love you too, Basilton.”