Baz-

    I wake up to the smell of smoke and sour cherry scones. My right palm is warm. I turn towards the warmth and see Simon in his morning glory. Rumpled curls and glowing tawney skin. His hand is curled around mine, palm to palm.

    This close up, I can see the freckles sprawled across his cheeks, spilled brown sugar on gold. I want to run my hand through his curls. But I can't.

    He's so far away. So alive. I'm out of place in this picture. I want to lay in bed until he opens up his gorgeous eyes. But I don't want to be here when the hate enters them. I reluctantly pull my palm away, knowing he'll never hold it again.

    He groans as I stand, curling into the warm spot I left behind on the bed.

    I fell asleep in my uni last night, and Simon in his evening clothes. I really need a shower, but I'm already running late. My hair is down and greasy (Snow ripped the band out last night). I change into my Watford uniform and brush out my hair, there's not much else I can do.

    I knot my tie in the mirror, watching Simon's reflection exclusively as I do so (he's in my bed). I glane at him once more, one final look at a clear sky before a storm, and close the door with a sense of finality.

Simon-

    I rush through breakfast in a a clatter of plates. I barely made it in to class on time.

    Penny started whispering frantically as soon as I sat down. I shift my gaze to Baz, but his sneer isn't waiting for me. Penny notices where my attention has gone.

    "He looks like a mess," she ays.

    I smile, "He does." I did that.

    His hair is rumpled and he seems overall less put together. Baz never looks like this.

    I notice other students staring. Baz notices too and smirks. Attention seeking bastard. He always keeps his gaze away from me. It's driving me crazy. He can't pretend it didn't happen. He can't.

Baz-

    I can't believe it happened.

Simon-

    I can't go back to the way things were before. Not after getting a taste of the other side...literally, he tastes so good---

    Why won't he look at me?!

Baz-

    I can feel Snow watching me all day. His gaze like fire, and I'm so flammable. I want to see him, to see the torment I've caused him. To see him flustered and confused. But I won't look into those eyes and see disgust. I won't. I'm a coward.

Simon-

    I ran into our room as fast as I could after the last bell rang from the chapel.

    I sat down on Baz's bed (I slept here---in his arms) then I get up and sit on mine, then I get up again. I'm a bundle of nervous energy. My magic rises to my skin and I try pushing it down.

    I miss dinner, but I'm worried that if I leave I might miss Baz. It's dark before the door opens. He doesn't even acknowledge me.

    "Baz." I say.

    He sighs and my heart drops.

    "Baz." He ignores me.

    I grab him by his collar and push him to the wall.

    "Deja vu Snow," he says. He still won't look at me. I can feel the emptiness swelling in my chest---no. I bring my face close to his, then lift his chin.

    "Look at me."

    He growls but obliges. His slate eyes are hard and unyielding. He sets his jaw and tenses his body, bracing himself.

Baz-

    Now he has me. He could kill me now and I wouldn't make a move to stop him. I deserve it, I think. Do it already Snow, you never hesitate to make the kill shot. What's taking you so long?

    Snow looks frustrated. The magic has risen to his skin and his touch is scalding. He charges me and I close my eyes waiting for the inevitable.

    Warm lips touch mine tenderly. I whimper from the shock, to my horror. I melt into him and grab onto him. Thank Morgana for this wall, I don't think I could hold myself up right now.

    Snow has his hands in my hair again. His nails scrape against my scalp and I moan. Simon aligns his mouth with my neck and says, "You can't go back." He presses a kiss in the hollow of my throat. "Not now, not ever." I might cry.

    "Baz," he kisses down to my collar bone, "I like you here, with me."

    I lift his head and drag his lips back to mine. The kiss is longing and fulfilling all at once.

    It turns out I don't need my legs, because Simon swoops me up and places me on his bed. I kiss him on his forehead, then I let him hover above me. Swooping down to kiss me and making me reach up for him.

    He's beautiful here. Lusting over me. I drag him to me. His torso is sprawled on top of mine and our legs are tangled. The sunlight is fading, its last rays catching in Simon's hair.

    "I finally have you."

    Simon kisses my neck and I run my hand through his curls because I can.