SnowBaz Oneshots

What He Agreed To- Part 1

I Decided To Try Something New. This Part Is Set After The Epilogue. I Don't Know How Long After, That Is Up For You To Decide! Bye!

--Me

*Simon's POV*

"Can I ask you something?" I say cautiously to Baz. He rolls over so he is facing me. I see worry lined in his amazingly gorgeous features. "Yeah, I guess so." I take his hand that is laying in between us on the bed, and smile as our fingers intertwine. We fit perfectly together. "It's just that, um, I-I wanted, well, needed, or still need, um-" Baz interrupts me saying, "Use your words, Snow." He knows I hate when he says that. Not only does he call me by my last name, he is basically making fun of how I can't talk right. Every time he says those hurtful, hurtful words I am reminded of all those years of us hating each other. Sometimes I still don't think Baz really likes me. Which brings us back to the question I was about to ask said person. I realize that I've been thinking for a while when Baz flicks my forehead. "Well, what was the question, Snow?" He smirks when he says my last name instead of Simon. I turn away from him; however, my hand still is clasped in his. I can't ask him when he is acting like this. "Never mind. I'll ask later." I hear him sigh, his breath moving the curls on my head. "Just ask right now." He states exasperated. Ugh, this bloody twit! "Would you just stop?" I yell at him. I don't even know why, but irritation creeps it's way into my mind. Baz looks shocked, guess he wasn't expecting me to burst and yell at him. I know I wasn't either. "What?" He says quietly. His eyes are wide, the dark blue-gray just a dot swimming in all the white showing. "I was trying to be serious for once, that way I could ask you something that has been bothering me! A-And you just make-make fun of me! D-Don't you kn-know that I know I-I can't speak?! I-I mean, I am the-the one who c-can't do it!" I scream as I get off the bed and start pacing the room. Baz sits up and just watches me. I keep going, "I hate it! I hate it! I j-just hate it! After everything, everything, w-we have b-been through, you s-still can't see what m-makes me so, so- ugh- so mad!" I stop I a few feet in front of him. He looks crestfallen. His eyes trained on the floor between us, his back hunched over, his head bent with it, and his hands loosely hanging in his lap. I stare at him, waiting for him to say something. Anything. (Well, not anything. You know what I mean.) Finally, after about seven minutes of staying in these positions, he looks at me. He scoots over, motioning for me to sit down next to him, but I don't give him the pleasure. I stand my ground, raising my eyebrow, and wait till he speaks up. He looks me in the eye and says, "Simon, I honestly don't know what I did. Please, please, tell me. I want to fix it, I do, but I don't know what to fix." He finishes. He doesn't even know?! He doesn't understand why I am freaking out?! "Y-You bloody TOSSER!" I scream, not caring if I wake the neighbors. "I just want you to get it! I now I am a terrible boyfriend, but at least I know what I am doing wrong that makes me one!" As soon as the words leave my mouth, I regret them. Baz has tears in his eyes, making them shine in an extremely sad way, and hugs his torso. He brings his legs to his chest, trying to make himself smaller I suppose. He always does that when he feels awful. He tries hiding, from everyone, and himself. "B-Baz, I-I didn't mean that. It just slipped!" I say as I kneel in front of him, my hands on his knees bringing them away from his face. He looks at me, tears streaming down his cheeks. Even now, with his eyes red and puffy from crying, he is still beautiful. "You literally just said that I was a terrible boyfriend. Obviously you meant it. You wouldn't have gotten frustrated with me in the first place if I wasn't." His voice cracks. He sniffles and wipes his eyes with his sleeves, only to have more tears replace the removed ones. "You are right. I am a terrible boyfriend. I don't even know what makes you mad at me, but whatever it is, I know I do it. I do everything wrong in our relationship." His body shakes with sobs, his breath catching over and over again. I sit next to him and wrap my arms around his waist, completely forgetting that I am mad at him. "Baz look at me." I say softly, yet  demandingly. He shakes his head no and burying his face in my chest. "Please, Baz. Look at me." I pull back that way he can't hide anymore. "Look I really didn't mean that. You are an awesome boyfriend. You do everything right. It's okay not to know things sometimes, Merlin knows I don't know things most of the time." My shoulders shake as I laugh a breathy laugh. "Why, Simon? What did I do that made you so frustrated with me? I don't want to be an awful boyfriend." He looks at me, somehow still crying, and waits for my answer. I decide that keeping it from him will only make matters worse. "When you call me Snow and make fun of my talking, it reminds me of all those years we fought with each other. I don't like it. I like being with you, but when you don't call me by my name and w-when you call me out on my speech, it makes me think you don't want to be with me. I know you said you loved me since forever, but I can't help but think that you still think I'm a bloody idiot. You called me that for years, and you might not say it anymore, you still make fun of the things that y-you called me an idiot for." Before I know it, I am a weeping mess. I don't known how or when, but somehow I am in Baz's lap, his arms holding my waist tightly, like I am his lifeline, and both of of bawling. Neither of us even try speaking, we just hold on to each other, which right now is all we need. To know that we both are there. That we still have someone to hold onto us.

   I don't know how long we stay like that, not that I'm complaining, but after we both are completely dry of tears, Baz pulls us into a laying position on the bed. I curl up on his chest, my whole body spread across his. He still has his arms around my waist, coming together at the bottom of my back. "Simon?" Baz says softly. "Mmhm?" Is my only reply. "I want to know what your question was. You said that something was bothering you, and want to know what it is." Crap, I didn't mean to say that out loud. Great, now I have to ask him. (I may have planned to just skip that part of tonight and pretend it never happened.) "Well, it was- um- well it's just that, you know, um..." Baz kisses my forehead tenderly. He pulls back and smiles, waiting patiently for me to continue. "Baz, I'm not going to live forever. You are an immortal vampire." I look him in the eyes so he knows that I am being serious. He looks confused at first, but slowly realization makes its way across his face. "Simon, no. I-I can't do that. Simon, no. Please no." Baz begs, but I'm not backing down. "Baz, I have been thinking about this for awhile. I know you don't want to turn me because 'it would be killing me' or because 'I would get tired of you after a few decades', which would never happen Baz, and even because you are afraid you won't stop and you'll hurt me. But Baz? I know, I know that none of those things are going to happen. I want to be with you forever, and the only way that this is going to work is if you turn me. I'm not scared, I could never be scared if it involves more than a lifetime of being with you. I trust you, nothing bad is going to happen. The only thing that I think is stopping you is because maybe you don't want to spend more than a lifetime with me." Baz cups my face in his hands and kisses my lips so softly that it isn't even a real kiss. "I do, I really do want to be with you forever, but not like this Simon. I can't do it. You shouldn't trust me to do it. Everything could go wrong, no matter how much you believe it won't. No matter how much I don't want it to. Simon, I can't do it." He shakes his head as if to confirm that what he said was indeed true. I smile slightly, though it feels forced, "Baz, answer me this: Do you want to be with me for the rest your life? Not my life, yours." I ask him. He looks around the room, focusing on anything but me. I grab his chin and turn face towards me. I stare into his dark blue-gray eyes. I look at his extreme widows peek, his soft black hair that frames his gorgeous, hot, beautiful, handsome, face. I run my fingers over his sharp check bones down to his deadly jawline. His hands draw circles on my back, running up and down it occasionally. "I do. I want to be with you until the rest of forever. Simon, I Love You." I don't know why, but he puts magic into his last words. "I love you too, Darling." I say honestly. Then Baz closes the space, or maybe I do, and we kiss. It's not wild or hot, it's just deep and desperate. Both of us wanting to get as much of our favourite person as possible. Baz slips his tongue into my mouth, exploring all the parts he already knows all too well. I sigh into the kiss, which only makes Baz keep going. Eventually we break apart with a sucking sound that way we can both catch our breath. "So is that a yes? Will you turn me?" I ask even though I know the answer already. Baz chuckles and says, "Yes, but only because I could never live without you, Simon." I smile and lean forward to kiss him again. He smiles into the kiss, which only makes me smile brighter knowing that I am the only one that can make him do that. The kiss deepens and we both make no move to stop it from happening.

  When we finished kissing, now both shirtless, we start falling asleep. Me using Baz as a pillow and Baz running his fingers absentmindedly through my curls. "Goodnight, Love." Baz says  sleepily. "Goodnight, Darling." I reply with a yawn. Although tonight was emotionally awful, I am glad I talked to Baz, and I'm glad he talked to me. I just can't wait till he comes through with what he agreed to.

Oh My God!! This Was Entirely Too Much Fun! I Will Be Doing This Again. *Wink Wink* Bye!

    --Me