Herbs and Spices // snowbaz

valentines day (part 1)

Simon was out of his element. The instrument of destruction in front of him spat hot liquid that threatened to blister his skin if he let it make contact, and he was determined to not let that happen. He pushed his overgrown curls away from his forehead in exasperation as he struggled to use the stove in front of him.
Not for the first time since leaving, he cursed Watford for preparing him for literally nothing in life outside of school. Although, he was now without magic, so that didn't help things either. 

"Simon, what are you doing?" Penelope spoke from the doorway of the kitchen, a small smile on her face as he whirled around from the pancakes frying in the pan with an overwhelmed expression plastered on his face. 

"I'm trying to cook Baz breakfast for Valentines Day," he probably would've looked embarrassed and sheepish if he wasn't so overwhelmed by his culinary inexperience. 

Penny giggled, "that's cute Simon, well I think you're doing fine, just don't burn anything, and all will be good. Don't worry, Baz will love it, he's such a sap."

He laughed quietly, some of his worry dispensing at her words. She was right, he could do this. And Baz would, probably, love it. And barely make fun of him if he messed something up. "What are you doing today?"

"Galentine's day, don't you worry about it. I'll see you later," She winked at him, and flounced away, her hips swaying as she walked. 

Simon laughed to himself and turned back to his task at hand, a deep breath leaving his lips in a heavy sigh. His own incompetence laughed back at him as he looked at the bubbling pancakes. 

******************

Baz awoke to Simon's warm palm being placed on his cheek, and he smiled sleepily. 

"Morning, Snow."

"Morning, my Valentine," Baz opened his eyes to see Simon duck his head sheepishly, his skin flushed red in embarrassment. Baz's eyes drifted downward to see the tray the other boy was holding, and his eyebrows hitched upwards at the red rose in a vase sitting next to what looked, and smelled, like pancakes. 

"You made me breakfast?"

"Of course, it's Valentines Day."

"But we don't even like Valentines Day, remember? We think it's corporations capitalising on love and guilting partners into gifts and flowers on one particular day wrought with pressure when they can spoil their spouses or partners or friends any day of the year? Or am I in an alternate universe?" Baz laughed. 

"No, we do believe all those things, that hasn't changed. But I figured I may as well go with the day and make you breakfast, mostly because I'm sappy as shit and maybe deep down I'm not that cynical about the capitalisation of love by men in suits. Especially if that man in a suit, is you," Simon winked at his boyfriend and Baz's eyebrows raised at his forwardness. 

"Well I'm never one to turn down food, especially when they come from you, my love," Baz looked down bashfully, the term of endearment slipping out before he could stop it, and Simon grinned, as he sat the tray down on Baz's outstretched legs. 

"My love? I may never tire of hearing that."

"Come on, you know you're the centre of my universe, you always have been, and everything else spins around you," Baz spoke, trying to sound flippant, even though he couldn't keep the faint seriousness from creeping into his voice, even as he went to pick up a fork. Simon intercepted him before his fingers could collide with the cool metal, and he raised Baz's hand to his lips, placing a kiss on his palm. 

"I love you," Simon said.

"You're being gay again, Snow," Baz spoke, but couldn't keep the smile off his face, even after Simon rolled his eyes and handed him the fork. 

Baz began to eat, with Simon sitting next to him and picking up pancakes and eating them with his fingers. Baz chewed slowly, his hand raised to cover his mouth, more out of habit than anything, and hoped the act would go unnoticed by Simon.

"Really? After all this time you're still going to cover your fangs? Are you kidding me Basilton?" Simon sighed exasperatedly at his boyfriend and Baz swallowed quickly and began to laugh loudly, his fangs on full display.

"You know I don't like it when you call me Basilton, Snow."

"You know I don't care," Simon laughed, "Basilton," a teasing lilt in his voice now, as he leant forward to connect their lips. Simon's hands reached upward to cup Baz under the jaw, with the other hand holding the back of his neck. The kiss was as gentle as their kisses got, a constant dance of each boy pushing and pulling. They were dipped in gasoline and set alight by a match, flames licking up their stomachs in a heat of passion. 

Baz was the first to pull away, "where's Penelope?"

"You're thinking about Penelope right now?" Simon laughed, his eyebrows raised, "Do you want to tell me something?" 

"Oh shut up, I just don't want her walking in," Baz rolled his eyes.

"She won't walk in, she told me this morning that she's doing something called 'galentine's day', which I didn't really understand," Simon shrugged.

"Isn't that what we're doing?" When Simon continued to just look confused, Baz continued, "You know, like... gay-lentine's day?"

The room split apart by Simon's raucous laughter, and Baz gazed at his boyfriend, adoration spilling out of his eyes as he was surrounded by the boy's happiness. Both boys laughed at Baz's joke for longer than they would ever care to admit.

Finally, when Simon had calmed down again, a wide smile still on his face, he said, "I think she meant it like gal-pal valentine's day, but gay-lentine's day applies more to us... and her I suppose. Who knows with Penny?"

"I thought she was bi?" 

"Well, then she's a little bit gay, isn't she," Simon smiled. He couldn't stop smiling, he thought his face was going to split apart any minute now. "Anyway, I understand, you're really enjoying this, but we should leave the room anyway, and you can open your present from me," Simon grinned, pulling Baz closer to him to kiss him once more, pulling gently on his bottom lip, before leaning back, looking at Baz's darkened eyes, "Come on then."

"Okay, you capitalist," Baz surprised Simon by winking, and the other boy smiled.

"Presents never hurt, though," he retorted.

"Yeah, but capitalism does."

***********************

I didn't know how to end this, but you can see it's only part 1!!! Part 2 isn't focussed on Baz and Simon, but it should be cute, I haven't written it yet yikes. 

Also just pretend I published this on Valentine's Day, even though it was 2 days ago for me :///  Anyway, thanks for reading this sappy lil story about my fav gay sons.