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@cryptic-glitch
Simon pulled away, crossing his arms. "You don't get to kiss me, nerd-boy," he said. "Absolutely not. You will have to sit there and suffer."
Simon pulled away, crossing his arms. "You don't get to kiss me, nerd-boy," he said. "Absolutely not. You will have to sit there and suffer."
"Alright, fine." Though Beckett pouted a bit, he didn't really mind. It was still nice. Instead, he leaned his head on Simon's shoulder and lightly closed his eyes, content to stay here as long as Simon was determined to. "You didn't need to threaten me in order to cuddle," he teased gently.
"Nope," Simon said, placing a hand on Beckett's chest and pushing him away. "You get nothing until you say that I am not cute and mean it."
Beckett leaned back against the couch cushions. "…So you're going to force me to sit on the couch. With an attractive, brooding man on top of me. As punishment."
Simon bared his teeth. "I could tear our your intestines instead," he said, looking up at the ceiling. "Or your brain. Or your heart. Or your bones, one by one. Or your teeth. I mean, pick your poison. No skin off my back."
"In some alternate universe where you actually would, all I'd have to do is walk out the front door." Beckett smiled innocently, completely undeterred.
Simon tilted his head to the side, smiling slightly. “Fine. You win this round. Happy now?”
"Mm, very." Beckett pulled Simon in by his sweatshirt strings and gave him a gentle kiss on his cheek. "You're cute."
“Uh-uh. I said that round. Not the whole game,” Simon said. ”You still don’t get to kiss me.”
"Well I already did. So take that." Beckett grinned up at him, still keeping a loose grip on his sweatshirt.
“And you won’t do it again,” Simon said, looking at Beckett. “Is there a reason you’re still holding my hoodie?”
He shrugged. "I dunno. It's soft." He devolved into thought for a moment, realizing he had a few more questions. "How do ghost clothes work? Like are those normal clothes, or the clothes you died in, or clothes that you have to go find somehow, or what? Can you change your clothes? Do you even need to?"
“These are the clothes I died in. And I don’t know if I can change. I mean, I’ve never had a reason to,” Simon said. Then he frowned and said, “You aren’t going to seduce me to take them off.”
Beckett's eyes widened and his face flushed, which seemed to happen very often. "I- that's not what I was- I wasn't going to!" He insisted in embarrassment.
“I don’t believe that. You at least want my shirt off, I can guarantee that,” Simon said matter-of-factly.
Beckett fell silent for a moment, trying to come up with a defense when his mind was now clouded with images of shirtless Simon. “…W-well that’s different!”
“How is that different? You want to take off my clothes.” He raised an eyebrow. “I don’t see any difference.”
“That- you’re making it sound way more lewd,” he complained. “Taking all you clothes off is different than just taking off your shirt.”
"You're the one making it lewd. And now you're thinking of me naked, aren't you," he said in an accusatory tone. "It's only different because you're making it different."
"You're the one who brought it up, it was all your doing." Beckett sighed, lightly covering his face and purposefully ignoring the question.
"And so what if I brought it up, Mr. Question-Deflector? You're so easily flustered," he said in a more mild voice. "You've probably seen people naked. I don't get why it's a big deal."
"Because it's different." Sure, Beckett had seen a few naked people in locker rooms and such, but he hadn't… Well. Simon didn't need to know that part.
"Why is it different?" Simon pressed. "It's a body. You have one. I. . . don't really have one. Nevermind. Look, it's just a fact of life."
"I-yeah, obviously, but in this specific context, it's just different." Beckett fumbled over his words slightly, as he always seemed to do when he got nervous.
"Oh, why, because we were making out?" Simon shrugged. "Whatever. I don't understand you."
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