I Want You, Simon

Chapter 17

Marceline was floating around Samira's house with her new guitar, strumming aimlessly and humming with the melody that she made up as she went along. Bonnie sat on the couch reading, while Samira sat at her desk, looking into her notebook and listening to her computer.

"What are we doing Samira?" She half sung "I thought we were practicing"
    "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know."
    "If you know, then what's going on?" she strums the guitar aggressively
She waves her off "I'm just working on something"
Marcy goes over to where she sits "What even is this?"
    "It's just something I'm working on,"
    "What is this, some nerd thing?"
Samira looks up at her in embarrassment. She covers up the notebook. "No!" Marceline raises her eyebrow, and in that moment Samira knew Marcy would never leave it alone.
Marcy smiles and leans in. "Oooh. What don't you want me to see?"
    "It's nothing!" Samira's tone became less and less believable
    "Samira..."
    "Oh wait, weren't we supposed to start rehearsal?"
    "Nope, it's too late! I'm interested in this now!"
Marceline glances at Samira's headphones, and Samira glances as well, just a second too late, they both lunge for the headphones, Marcy gets to them quicker. She puts them on and plays the music. Samira has to succumb to embarrassment and defeat. She sits as Marceline listens to the music on the player, waiting to see her reaction. Honestly, she had wanted feedback on it, but she was too scared to show it to anyone else. She was too afraid of being laughed at.

After about three minutes, Marceline is silent. She takes the headphones off slowly, staring Samira in the face, while Samira can't even bear to look her in the eye.

"Samira" she speaks very seriously. "Is this about Simon?"
Samira looks away from the Vampire Queen and doesn't respond. Marcy removes the headphones and places them on Samira's desk "Hey Bonnie come listen to this!" She calls for her girlfriend
    "What are you doing?" Samira covers her computer
    "Showing her the song you wrote. More ears means more feedback, doesn't it?"
Bonnibel comes rushing into the room "Am I needed? I heard my name?"
    "Yeah come listen to this awesome song babe,"
She grimaces "I don't really like the songs you like Marcy."
    "Yeah, I know, but I feel like you'll like this one. It's very pink-esque"
Bonnie looks apprehensive and reaches for the headphones, placing them on her ears.
    "Come on Samira," Marcy touches her arm "Let people hear your feelings"
Samira reluctantly lets go of her computer and lets the song play. Bonnie looks pleasantly surprised at the tune, and begins smiling while hearing it. Once the song is over, she removes the headphone and looks toward Samira "Is this what you've been working on this whole time?"
Samira nods without making eye contact. "It's amazing! You should let other people hear this!"
    "Oh! You should perform it! And let Simon hear!"
    "This is about Simon? Oh how sweet!"
    "Yes! She should perform it right?!"
Bonnie claps twice and exclaims with a large grin on her face "Yes yes!"
    "But where should she perform it?" Marcy strokes her chin
    "Oh!" Bonnie chimes in "The Princess is having a ball at the castle to celebrate 600 years of the Candy Kingdom. Maybe she could perform there? I hear the princess loves her singing!"
    "Yes baby, that's perfect!"
Bonnie and Marcy hug and then kiss really quickly in jubilation, while Samira doesn't move. She's still burdened by the uncertainty and anxiety that coursed through her veins.
    "Hey," Marcy turned back to Samira, after noticing her lack of intense happiness "What's wrong?"
Samira lets out a small groan "I don't know if I should sing this."
    "Why?"
    "Because!" She lets out an exasperated sigh "I don't want to embarrass myself okay? I don't want to sing all about my feelings for this guy, and then it does nothing! I'll look like a huge fool."
    "Hey." Bonnie approached, trying to be helpful. "Think logically, no one knows that the song is supposed to be about Simon, but us right? And we're not going to laugh at you. Just don't tell anyone who the song is supposed to be about. Don't even tell Simon! And his name isn't in the song either. You're golden! Just get up there and sing your truth. They'll love it." She touches Samira's back "They always do." She smiles
Samira sits up "Yeah they do, don't they?"
    "They do." Marcy agrees and Samira is filled with a new sense of determination.
    "I'll perform the song."

Simon hands Samira a mug of hot chocolate with marshmallows while she sits on his couch, and he sits on one of his chairs.
    "Are you comfortable?" he asks her
She smiles "Yes, and warm."
He smiles back at her, "That's good."
They sit in silence for a few moments, drinking their hot chocolate. Simon reads and Samira stares out the window, thinking. She thought about the sun, the moon, the stars, and the sky. She thought about her existence and the fact that she happened to be alive at this very moment and in this very place, and how it was such a lucky coinicidence that she was alive around so many amazing people-
    "Do you ever think about sex?" She asked the man in front of her
Simon is quite startled by her question, he lowers the book and the mug "What?" he asks through a mixture of a cough and a laugh
    "What?" we're both adults, we can talk about it" She pouts and crosses her arms
    "I wasn't debating our ages," he's still smiling "I was just caught off guard by the suddenness of you asking that."
"But you didn't answer the question,"
Simon looks a bit less distinguished when he answers "Yes Sami, I think about sex sometimes." He brushes the nothing off of his button up shirt "I seem to find myself thinking about it a lot more these days." he speaks pointedly at her
    "I think about it like all the time." She stares out the window, when she says this
    "All the time?"
    "Well not literally, all the time. But I think about like, how people had to have sex to create me, and also everyone else. And then when I meet people I think about whether or not they've had sex. And then I especially think about it if they're attractive or if they have a partner."
    "Why?" he leans a bit forward
Samira shrugs "I honestly can't help it. It's not something that I make the choice to think about, it kind of just pops into my head randomly. And then I get turned on."
    "Are you comfortable with me?"
Simon's question snaps Samira out of a sort of trance "Hmm? Oh, I already told you yes, I'm comfortable."
    "No, are you comfortable with me?"
She blinks "Yes."
    "Good. I just want to make sure."
    "Why?"
    "I just thought because you tell me all the things that you're thinking and I love that, but I wanted to make sure it was because you're comfortable with me and not because you feel like you have to."
Samira covers her mouth "Am I talking too much? Do I say too much? Are you getting tired of listening to me?"
    "No," he smirks, "I think it's cute. I think you're cute Sami." Samira is very flattered and shows it on her face "And whatever question you're thinking right now, you can ask it."
    "How do you know I have a question?"
He leans back into his chair, smiling at her "Becauase you're Samira, and I know you."
She crosses her arms again "FIne, I do have a question."
    "Ask it babe,"
Samira's face turns a bit pink before she opens her mouth once again.
"When you were...intimate, would you say that you were more dominant or submissive?"
    "Would you believe me if I said dominant?"
Samira laughs before saying "Not really,"
Simon chuckles "I didn't think so. No, I was more on the submissive side."
    "Amazing!"
    "Why?"
Her eyes glisten "Because I'm dominant." He laughs a little louder than usual "What, do you not believe me?"
    "I believe you," he pushes his hair behind his ear
    "Good," she approaches him and pushes all of his hair back with both her hands and smirks "Call me Dommy Sami."
    "Dommy Sami? Oh that's a good one"
    "Yup, I'm your Dommy Mommy Sami." She says with a large grin on her face
    "Mommy?" He grins with a raised eyebrow
    "Yes. That's what I make my men call me."
    "And I'm one of your men?"
    "Yes" she blinks as if this is obvious
    "But I thought you said I was 'Daddy'" he questioned
She nods "Yes. And I'm Mommy. Mommy and Daddy." She gives him a face that says 'duh'
    "Ah, I see."
She's sitting in his lap now and he's holding her around the waist while her legs are on either side of his, she looks down at their position and looks back up at the antiquarian
    "You like sitting like this?"
    "Hmm?" He looks down at their position "Oh, I hadn't even noticed"
She sticks out and bites her tongue "And you haven't pushed me off. Must mean you're letting yourself like things nowadays."
    "I try." He leans in and kisses her on the forehead, and she kisses him back at the same spot as she holds his head in her hands
    "I love looking at you. You're such a beautiful person."
    "Thank you, as are you." He strokes her cheek with his thumb
    "And we're accepting compliments now?" she smirks at him
    "Should I not?"
    "I'm just pointing out your progress," She shrugs and lays her head down on his shoulder as he wraps his arms around her.