𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂, snowbaz [eng]彡 three-shot

BAZ

Simon laughs like all of this was a joke he doesn't understand.

"I don't know why... You belong here, you..."
"Why would I try to fit in with Vampires in Las Vegas when I already fit in in my boyfriend's arms and I hope it'll be like that forever?"
He is quiet. I try to hold his hand again and this time he allows me to do it.
"If you still want me then I have nothing to worry about" I whisper.
"Of course I do, dumbass"
He smiles for the first time in the whole conversation and I interwine our fingers. It's nice being close to him without feeling like he's gonna leave at any moment.
He makes himself comfortable between my legs. I know it may sound really repetitive but I wouldn't mind staying like this forever.

"I love you" He whispers, like waiting for something wrong to happen.
A couple of words that get my heart beating crazy for love.
For Crowley's sake, what is that this boy does to me to make me lose my head (and heart)?
"I love you too, Snow"

I don’t need to call him Simon anymore to feel him close because we are close, and we laugh in love and without being able to wait anymore we greet our lips like we are connected and know exactly what the other needs.

This is what the future holds for me, what awaits me in life.
I want and I’m going to die old kissing Simon Snow.