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Baz

I realized Snow didn’t know how to drive when we got together and he insisted on me always being the one to drive. I always thought it was because he’s a shite driver, we’re in America now so the roads are opposite, and I like to be in control (and he knows that). The addition of his wings and tail might make it a little difficult as well, but I slowly started to realize it’s because he doesn’t know how.

I would joke with him by sitting in the passenger seat and he just looked so lost. I would stop at a stoplight for 3 seconds and he always said “I don’t know why you wait so long before moving” and that’s when I realized he doesn’t know.

I wake up first. I always wake up first. I will myself to wake up first just so I can catch Simon sleeping. So I can see his bare chest rising and falling slowly. So I can ever so gently, push his curls out of his face. So I can, once again, count the moles on it. I say 12, but I always count just to make sure. His body is covered with them, and I don’t have all the time in the world to count them.

But I have all his time.

I run my thumb on his bottom lip, catching some saliva that’s coming out. His mouth is brilliant. I want to plant a kiss but not yet, not for the day I have planned.

I’m gonna teach Snow to drive.

I might regret the decision, but he needs to know how. What 21 year old doesn’t know how to drive? When he wants his midnight McDonald’s, he can go get it himself (although I wouldn’t let him. I’m afraid he’ll hurt himself. I’ll still go with him. I’ll always go with him).

Before I take my thumb off his lips, Snow wraps his perfect lips around it and starts sucking, bringing it deeper into his mouth.

“Snow-“ I breathe out. He flutters his eyes open and it’s almost pornographic the way he’s looking up at me and sucking on my thumb. I melt in his gaze (I always do. I’m his forever)

“Snow, I have plans for us today.” I say as he continues the assault on my thumb.

“I have plans too.” He says, letting go of my thumb. There’s a heat in his eyes. I know it. He’s looking at me like I’m the world (little does he know he’s mine) ((not really little, I remind him every single chance I get)) (((he always blushes and doesn’t want to believe it and I kiss him telling him I want to be the only one allowed to kiss him in his world))) ((((he doesn’t disagree))))

“Snow, I’m serious.” But I’m inching closer to him in the bed cause I’d be an absolute nutter if I don’t do anything when Simon Snow is telling me he wants to do something.

“I’m serious too.” He gives me a cheeky smile. Before I know it, he’s flipped himself on top of me, straddling my lap. His wings burst open, and they’re so beautiful (he is too).

“Simon-“ I manage to get out before he’s on my lips. I give in. I always do. I can’t deny him. Not when I’ve wanted him for so long.

He does the thing with his chin that makes me melt. His hands are on my cheek, lifting my head slightly off the pillow. My hands are on his back, slowly and gently trailing the spot where his wings meet, and they flutter in response. I slowly keep trailing down till my hands are on his arse cheeks and I’m kneading them. He moans into my mouth (Good. As he should. I’m the only one who gets him to moan like that. I’m the only one who gets him to moan).

I don’t even care about his morning breath, or mine for the matter (I stopped caring about a lot of things with Snow. He brings me to shambles. I love it).

His hands are off my cheek and just as quickly, his lips are off of mine. I whine (only he gets me to do that) at the disconnect, but he attaches his lips to my neck and starts sucking and Merlín his continuous sucking on my neck makes me go from half-hard to full hard. 

“Simon.” I moan out. I need him to know how much I want him right now. I feel his lips press into a smile on my neck as he continues downward. Dangerously downward. He grabs and sucks on my nipple before continuing his descent downwards.

Curse his desire to sleep with only our boxers, it gives him a clear view of holy fucking shit he’s removed my boxers with his teeth and is grazing my cock with his teeth.

“Snow, I swear-“

“No, say my name. You know the rules.”

How could I forget them? He makes me call him Simon in bed. For someone who’s such a bottom, he radiates a lot of top energy. I won’t tell him that though. Maybe I’ll let him fuck me in the arse (not maybe, I totally will, I absolutely would love to get filled up with Simon’s cock. I’ve seen it, sucked it, played it with. I know that I want it). 

Si” I manage out. He likes the nickname. He purrs around my cock, which’s aching to be touched, or to be inside something, or anything. Then, as if he’s read my mind, he captures my entire cock in one swallow and I grip the headboard to contain myself. “Merlín Simon, bloody warn a chap next time.” He laughs as he continues to suck my cock (this sight is entirely pornographic. He opens his eyes and looks right into me and I could cum and cry right now. With his ocean eyes boring into my gray mess.)

He’s gotten better at this. The next one is always better than the last. I’m afraid he’s conducting outside research (I know he’s not cheating on me, but I also know that he reads a lot of Cosmopolitan for whatever reason) ((maybe this is the reason)). He does this thing where he sucks in his cheeks, making his mouth a tighter, smaller mouth for me to fuck into it. One of his hands is handling the lower half (he always compliments me on the length of my cock. Always when he’s bouncing on top of it or being fucked by it.)

He moans against my dick, a response after I bucked my hips into his mouth. I need more.

“Simon, off. Please” He pops off, painfully slow. Another one of our rules. Please means please.

“Have other plans for me?” He says with a sly smile. I shake my head and laugh. I love him so much.

“Of course love. I can’t let myself have all the fun.” I sit up, wrapping my hands around his lower back, where the wings barely meet each other. He wraps his legs around my waist and we’re kissing again. We’re kissing like we always do. Aggressive, assertive, with want, with need, with passion. I quickly and quietly cast slippery when wet on my fingers, the lube we usually use being too far away right now. With the dry hand, I take off his boxers. He lifts his hips up to help, and then (to his dismay) untangles his legs from my waist so he can kick them off. He gets closer to me, grinding our erections together, and we’re both a moaning mess (he’s so beautiful when he’s moaning though. His eyes flutter shut, his mouth is open, his golden curly hair is bouncing along with us.) I kiss his neck while it’s happening, grazing my teeth along. Then, as he’s off guard, I slip a finger in his perfect little arsehole.

Baz fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck.” He swears like an American when I have him like this. I mean, we are in America now. I slowly fuck my index finger into him, giving it to him nice and slow. 

“You like that, love? You like when I have you on my lap like this, slowly fucking into your tight little arsehole?”

“Yes, Baz. Fuck. More. Please.” I happily add another finger, scissoring him open. He throws his head back and moans louder, his breathing getting quicker and quicker.

He’s still grinding our erections, wanting a release.

“Do you want another finger love, or do you want my cock instead?”

Fuck Baz. Your cock. The answer will always be your cock.” I laugh as I withdraw my fingers. He groans as I bring the extra wetness from my fingers to my cock.

“Lift up.” I say. He obeys, and I push a little closer, my hand on my prick trying to line up with his arse. I find his perfect hole (all for me) and I slowly enter. We both let out a moan as I continue to enter. Simon finishes for me and completely sits down on it, and I gasp at how quick that was.

“Sorry, sorry. I-I just need to be fucked by you. I need to be loved by you.” He says, running his hands through my hair. Who am I to disobey that? I buck into him and he moans, coming to my neck, breathing heavily on it.

“Come back. I wanna see your face. I wanna see your face when I make you cum.” I say. Simon takes his face off my neck and I smile at him. “You’re so beautiful baby, never hide your face from me.” He blushes and I kiss his cheeks as I continue to buck into him. 

We’re both a moaning mess, and Simon meets my thrusts every time, grinding on top of me, moving his hips back and forth as I continue to push deeper and deeper. And then, because I need a different position, I flip us so that Simon is on his back. He grunts as he hits the mattress, and I stop because I think I might’ve hurt his wings, but then he groans.

“Baz, why are you not moving?”

“I thought you were hurt when we flipped.”

“Baz, you would’ve known. Please continue fucking my arse.” We both laugh, but I obliged.  I always will (I’ll do anything and everything Simon Snow asks me to do). I grunt as I place my hands on his hips, my fingers digging into them as I pick up the pace, as I continue my relentless fucking into my perfect boyfriend.

“Baz, fuck me fuck me.”

“Love, I am.” 

“Shut up, words are coming out of my mouth because of how good this feels. Oh, Baz right there please!” I lifted up one of his legs and put it over my shoulder, and I’m hitting the spot that I know is causing him to writhe like this. My name keeps on spilling from his lips, his arms on my back tighten, his fingernails scraping up and down (the pain is temporary, but it’s still so good). I continue fucking him at an obscene rate. I know he’s close. He’s biting his lips and can’t keep his eyes open.

“Do you want me to touch you love, or do you want to come untouched?” I say and he moans loudly.

“Fuck. Untouched. Please. I want to cum from you alone. Baz you feel so fucking good.”

“You feel even better Si, you’re perfect little arse, always so tight for me. Always so fucking perfect.” (I never thought I was good at dirty talk, but Simon loves it.) "You take it so well darling. You take my fucking cock so well.”

“Always Baz. Only for you. Always for you.” He opens his eyes when he says that and looks at me and I’m about to lose it. I’m close, he’s close, but I need to make sure he cums first, especially since he wants to come untouched (which he knows how much I love). I continue to buck into him when I feel his fingernails dig into my back.

“Baz!” He screams out, his whole body convulsing under me. I see his cum shooting out of his body and the sight (in addition to my literal cock in his arsehole) pushes me over and I’m coming with his name on my lips.

“Simon Simon Simon.” I say, slowing my bucking until everything is out. I collapse on top of him. We’re both breathing heavy and he laughs under me. “What love?”

“Nothing. Everything. It still makes me laugh that we have sex.”

“That we make love.” I whisper. I lift up my head from his chest to look at him. He’s blushing again. I stroke his cheeks. I kiss his cheeks. I plant 12 kisses to his entire face, one for each mole. One for each month of the year that I’ll love him. 

“I love you.” He says to me like he’s afraid to. After our almost breakup a couple of years ago, Simon is constantly making sure that I know he still loves me. I know it now. And I know he means it.

“And I you, Simon. I love you.”

“I’m sorry. You said you had something planned for us and I probably ruined it with us having s-making love.”

“No love, it’s okay. There was no time constraint for this. And I’ll always enjoy when we do this.” His hands are in my hair, gently pushing it back.

“What did you have planned?”

“I’m gonna teach you how to drive.”

His eyes widen.

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Simon

“You’re gonna teach me how to what?” I say. I can’t believe what he’s telling me. After fucking me like that and now he’s telling me he wants me to get behind a wheel. He’s still lying on top of me, and I’ve been stroking his hair and back gently. But after exposing that statement, my hands still.

Drive Snow. Merlin, you can fight a dragon but can’t drive a car. It’s time we change that.”

“B-but-“

“Simon, c’mon. I like driving with you to McDonald’s at night, I do, but I’m always so sleepy when I’m driving I’m afraid that I’m gonna fall asleep.”

“Then spell the car to keep driving!”

“Snow, no. That’s unnecessary when I know how to drive.”

“Then cast a spell on me.” I really don’t want to drive. It’s terrifying. Cars are coming at you from all directions, you have to pay attention to when there’s a stop sign or a red light and don’t even get me started on the highway. That shite is ridiculous here. Cars are whizzing past us at a ridiculous rate, I don’t know how Baz manages it.

“Love, stop thinking so hard. You’re gonna have frown lines.” Baz brings his hand up to my forehead, rubbing the wrinkles away (he’s always so gentle with me unless I ask him otherwise.) ((I crave his touch. I always do.)) I lean into his hand and I sigh.

“Baz, I’m scared of other cars. I scared of other people.”

“We’ll start small. We’ll go to a parking lot or a suburban street where rarely any cars travel. I’m not gonna put you on the highway right away.”

That’s a relief. Although, I don’t know why I thought he would’ve.

“But my wings. My tail-“

“We have a spell for that Snow. You know that.”

“But...cars.”

“Love, if you really don’t want to, we won’t. I’ll never push you out of your comfort zone too much.”

(I like when he pushes me out of my comfort zone though. He’s gotten me to explore and try so many new things. I didn’t think I would like bubble tea cause those tapioca balls scared me but he kept kindly asking me to try it and now I’m obsessed with it. He never forces. He just asks a lot, but always lets me know that he’ll stop if I really want him to stop. He’s sweet like that.)

“Okay. In a parking lot.”

“Really?” He’s smiling. I see all his teeth. His beautiful mouth. I plant a kiss on his teeth. It’s weird, I’m weird. He doesn’t mind. (“We’re both weird, Snow. I’m a vampire and you have wings and a tail. Nothing about us is normal.” He said to me before. I kissed him like the world was ending after he said it to me).

“Yes. Now get out of me. You forgot to cast a cleaning spell and I’m sticky.”

“I like when you’re sticky.”

“You’re so gay.” He kisses me and I forget that I was just making fun of him. (I’m gay too. Or bi. Or pans. Baz doesn’t care that I don’t label myself. He just cares that I’m with him and dating him. Which I am. I always will be. Unless I’m married to him. Then I’ll be married to him.)

“Okay, let’s go. Let’s shower.”

*~*~*~*

After a very intimate shower (I mean intimate. Baz on his knees in front of me is a sight I want to be burned into my brain forever) ((his head thrown back against the shower wall while I take him in my hand is also something I want burned into my brain forever)) we get dressed and we get into Baz’s car. For a bloody rich bloke like him, I thought he would’ve had an expensive ass car, but he has a Jeep wrangler. It’s grey, just like his beautiful eyes.

We (he) drives to an outside shopping plaza. Before parking in a parking spot, he goes to Starbucks and gets himself a drink. He always gets something new. He loves his pumpkin drink that tastes like pure sugar, but lately, he’s been getting new things and making me try the drinks he gets, he parks into a parking spot far away from the other cars surrounding the lot.

“Okay. Up and out.” He says, already opening his driver's door, and pops out of the car. I open up the passenger door and get out of the car. We meet in the middle of the front of the car, where he slowly grazes my arm, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. It’s easy for him to do since he’s taller than me. (I hate it. But I love it. Being enveloped in his arms.)

It’s a hot day out tonight. It’s summer, there’s a small breeze. Baz is in jeans (he rarely wear shorts) ((he claims that he can wear them and the sun won’t hurt him, but he never does)) (((I like his legs. I wish he would show it off more))) but they’re ripped. He has a short sleeve tropical shirt, buttoned up, but the two top ones are left unbuttoned, so I can see a little of his chest. His hair has only gotten longer, starting to get a little wavy even. I just have a simple white t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts on. (He adores my style. Or lack of.) He sips his drink. I can smell the coffee from his lips.

He hops into the passenger seat and I sit in the driver's seat.

“Okay love, you might need to adjust the chair a little bit. There are these buttons on the left. The one in the front pushes the seat forward or back. And then the one behind it adjusts the back of the seat.” I fiddle with the buttons until I’m well adjusted. “Okay, the pedal in the middle is the brake. The one to the right of that is the acceleration. You can press on the brake just so you know how it feels.” I do. Gently. With my left leg. He laughs.

“Okay, so you actually don’t use your left leg to drive.”

“What? Then how do I press on the brake?”

“With your right leg.”

“But it’s on the accelerator!”

“It’s doesn’t stay on the accelerator the entire time Snow.”

“So why can’t I just have one on the brake and one on the accelerator?”

“It’s unsafe love.”

“Okay. If you say so.” I mutter. “How do I start the car?”

“With the keys. You turn it inwards. If that makes sense. You have to be pressing the brake when you do it.” It does make sense. I do what he says and the car purrs underneath me. “Good job love.” I smile. “Oh, I almost forgot. You might need to adjust the mirrors to see your blind spots.”

“Okay.” I do what he says and he’s looking at the mirrors when I move them. “You’re so short, you need to move it so much.”

“Shut up. You are not gonna make fun of me while I’m learning how to drive. What do I do with my hands?”

“Okay, put them on the wheel. Typically, they should be right across from each other. If you imagine a clock, it should be at 10 o’clock and 2 o’clock.”

“You drive with one hand though?”

“I’ve been driving way longer than you have, Snow. I’m an expert.” I snort.

“Okay, so, you see the gear stick next to you? The letters are important.”

“Well obviously.”

“Simon-“

“Okay okay. D for drive, r for reverse, p for park, what are the other letters?”

“To be completely honest, I haven’t a clue.” I laugh. He laughs too. (His laugh is infectious, and I know this because he laughs more and more around me).

“So put it on D. And then step off the brake slowly. The car will move a little by herself.”

Herself?”

“She’s a girl. Is there a problem with that?”

“No. I just didn’t think you would gender your car.”

“Well, I did.”

“Don’t be such a bugger.”

“I’m just answering your questions love.”

“Fine fine. Does she have a name?”

“She doesn’t. Do you wanna give her one?”

“Sure. How about Lucy?”

“Why Lucy?”

“I don’t know. Feels right.”

“Okay. Lucy. Now do what I told you.” I slowly take off my foot from the brake as the move the gear stick to D and the car does what Baz said it’ll do. It moves on its own. “You can press on the accelerator a little and just move forward a little bit. You have plenty of space.” I do that, pressing down but not too much, and the car moves forward. I continue to move forward until I hear something crunch underneath the car.

“What was that?!”

“It was probably just a water bottle. Don’t stress. You might want to turn the wheel at some point. You’re gonna hit the curb.”

“What?” I say, turning to look at him.

“Keep your eyes on the road Snow!”

“Oh shit-“ it’s too late. I hit the curb. I look at Baz, worried he’s gonna get upset with me, but he just reaches over, puts the car in park, and hops out of the car. I’m afraid to move.

“Love, you can come out. I’m not mad.” He says, loud enough so I can hear through the opened door.

“I just crashed your car!” I say, refusing to get out.

“Darling, it was the curb. The tires hit the curb. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“It could’ve been a bigger deal.” I jump out of the car. He’s squatting towards the front of the car. “What if I had hit something bigger?”

“You didn’t Si. It’s okay. Cars sometimes hit the curb when they’re parking.” He stands up and runs his hands through his face. He’s stressed. I can tell.

“Are the tires ruined?”

“Most likely.” He looks at me, then breaks into a grin. “I’m pulling your strings, Simon. It’s okay.”

“This is all your fault!” I shout out him, frustrated.

Mine? Why didn’t you learn to drive at a normal age like the rest of us?” He moves closer to me and is staring down at me, his arms crossed.

“In case you forgot, Basilton, I spent my summers in group homes and my school years trying to make sure you weren’t going to kill me.” I pull out his full name. (Well not really his fully full name. I never actually say his entire full name. I’m never that mad at him that I need to. I’m just being petty right now). I throw my hands up in frustration.

“You bloody well could’ve asked Bunce.” He growls at me and I roll my eyes.

“Yes, cause driving was the thing I was most worried about at Watford! With the other shite, I was dealing with.”

“Oh Snow, when are you gonna understand I was never trying to kill you?”

“I know that now but back then I didn’t!”

“Simon. We’re yelling.”

“Are we now?” I yell. I don’t know why I’m so mad. He just wanted to help me. He winces at me and I put my arms down and I step closer to him. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell.” I rest my head on his shoulders and he instantly wraps his arms around me, stroking my hair.

“I didn’t either love. We were both being wankers. I’m sorry as well.” He plants a kiss on the top of my head. “We don’t have to teach you how to drive if you really don’t want to.”

“No no. I want to.” I take my head off his shoulder. “Even if I crash your car, I want to learn. I’ll pay for the damages.” He laughs.

“I’ll spell it fixed. But I would spend all my money on you if that’s what you need to learn how to drive.” He kisses my forehead, catching my cheeks in between his hands. He kisses my face 11 more times after that (he likes kissing my face 12 times. It’s a thing for him. I don’t understand why. But I don’t care. He can kiss me how many times he wants.)

“Can we try again?” I mumble against his lips because that's where he decided to plant the 12th kiss.

“Of course. Anything for you.”

*~*~*~*~*

We practice all day, and it’s still a little difficult. I need to work on my breaking (“Merlin Snow, you’re supposed to press it slowly, not stomp on it”) and my turns are too wide (“I bloody swear I’m gonna get whiplash”) but overall, it’s a good first lesson.

“I’ll drive us home.” He said to me.

“Can we um...you know-“

“Okay, we’ll get McDonald’s. You really need to stop eating that garbage all the time. You’re eating a salad tomorrow.”

So we’re inside the car, parked outside of our house finishing up the McDonald’s. I look over at Baz when he eats, his fangs popping out. He’s not self-conscious about them around me anymore, which makes me happy (everything about him makes me happy).

“You’re saring.” He says, still attacking his fries. His lisp is still there with his fangs. It’s adorable.

“You’re beautiful.”

“You’re annoying.” I grab his face and turn him to face me.

“You love me.” I grin. He rolls his eyes. His fangs are gone.

“Debatable.”

“Baz, please. You’re the one who found me a fit bloke since forever.”

“Don’t remind me about your unreceptive and unreciprocated love till you kiss me in a burning forest.”

“You caused the fire!”

“You put it out by kissing me!”

“You’re welcome. I didn’t want you to burn yourself.”

“Every time I'm with you Simon, it’s like my body is on fire. So light me up, Simon. I want to be burned by you.”

I kiss him, I kiss him until it hurts (it never hurts.) He casts a quick clean-up spell and our food is gone. Before I know it, he adjusts his seat so it’s all the way back and he’s grabbing me and picking me up, sitting me on top of him. We continue to kiss as I slowly unbutton his shirt, feeling his chest. He’s so cold. (He’s always cold. I always warm him up). My back is hitting the steering wheel, and even though they’re spelled gone right now, I somehow can feel the pressure of the steering wheel on my wings. I rub his stomach and he moans (he always does when I rub his stomach. I don’t know why, but I’ll never stop.)

We’re so close together. Being in this cramped car is adding to the intensity of everything. I can feel everything from him, and I mean everything. I know he’s hard. I am too.

“What do you want love? How do you want release?”

I don’t know how to answer. We’ve never had car sex before. I don’t know if it’s gonna be uncomfortable. What if someone sees us. I mean, the street lamps are pretty dim and it’s pretty late outside. 

“Si, stop thinking and answer.”

“Inside. I want you inside me.” He quirks up his eyebrow and I slap his chest. “Shut up.”

“I wasn’t expecting that. Thought you would’ve accepted my hand.”

“Shut up. And I’m pretty loose from this morning, remember.” His eyes darken a little and he’s pulling down my shorts. I unbutton his jeans, pulling the zipper down. With me still on top of him, he lifts his hips up a little to remove them down to his knee, along with his boxers. I hit my head on the car roof.

“Fuck!” I say, clutching my head.

“Are you okay?” He takes my face into his hands and I nod (I’m always okay with him). “Are you sure?”

“It’s fine. It doesn’t even hurt anymore. Can you please get on with the fucking now?”

“You’re so impatient.” He casts slippery when wet right on his cock.

“No prep?”

“You don’t need it after this morning, remember?” He whispers into my ear and I shiver cause Fuck he’s so good at dirty talk it drives me wild.

“What if someone sees us?” I say and then I immediately gasp because, with no warning, Baz enters me. I don’t even remember him lifting my waist up and lining up his cock with my arse. 

“Who cares if someone sees us? They’ll get a show.” I want to say something but Baz is fucking into my arsehole so fucking good right now it feels like I’ve won the lottery again and again and 

“Fuck Baz! Fuck fuck fuck.” I’m always spewing nonsense when we have sex cause I just genuinely don’t know what to say. “You feel so good. Your long cock is ahhhh.” I throw my head back cause he’s biting my neck. I feel his fangs but he would never truly bite me with those out. He just grazes my skin, nipping at it harshly that I clench my teeth but I still moan. My hands are around his neck, touching the back of his hair and we’re sweating and it’s getting hot and the windows are fogging up and Baz is nibbling my neck and thrusting into me so good right now. One of my hands touches the window for some more support as I try to meet each of his thrusts, but he’s relentless (I love it.)

“Mmmm I’m close Baz. I’m close please.” I want to come untouched again. It’s such a feeling. He pulls away from my neck and looks me right in the eyes. His hair is falling in front of his face and he looks so fucking attractive right now. “Baz, faster.” I moan when he does go faster cause oh my Merlin he knows exactly what to do with my body and it drives me wild (he drives me wild. Absolutely bloody insane).

Baz.” I moan out as I’m cum. I’m a mess. It shoots all over the place. 

“Simon, urgh.” He cums right after me, right into me, like he always does if he’s fucking me. (At first, he didn’t want to, didn’t want to scare me I think. But I told him it’s fine, that I wanted him to fill me up, I want all of him.) ((it always feels so good, I don’t know how to explain the sensation but it just feels so good knowing that we can make each other cum)). 

I rest my forehead against him and he laughs.

“Can check off car sex from my fantasy of where I want to have sex with you.” He says, breathless, running his hands over my shoulders.

“You’ve wanted to do this?”

“It’s like every teenager's dream.”

“We aren’t teenagers anymore.”

“Don’t remind me. But yes. I’ve wanted to do this.”

“Mmm, where else?”

“Oh you know, secluded beach, empty movie theater, maybe a dressing booth-“

“Tyrannus Basilton Grim Pitch The Third, is this some sort of kink you have to do it in public places.”

“No, but it adds to the fun.” He gives me a playful kiss. “Let’s clean up.”

After some magic, we both bounce inside the house and take a shower. It’s intimate (but in a nice way. We just wash each other's hair and Baz is gentle with my wings and tail, making sure they’re properly cleaned.)

We’re cuddling in bed. Me, the big spoon (he doesn’t put up a fight), stroking his hair. He’s facing me, stroking my back and my wings, so gently.” 

“Thanks for trusting me today. To teach you how to drive.” He whispers.

“Of course. I’ll always trust you.” (Forever and ever). “Thanks for trusting me with your car. You were really excited to get it and I almost killed her.”

“It’s okay Si. It’s just a car. If you crash it, I’ll just buy a new one.” I look down at him. There’s enough light in the room that I can still see his face. I kiss him just to make sure he’s real. (He is, which is a little scary. He’s real and he’s all mine).

“Lot of money you’re wasting on me.”

“For you, my love? Anything and everything.”