SnowBaz Oneshots

Never Tire

*Simon's POV*

"Do you love me?" I ask Baz. Immediately, his head shoots up and he stares at me in disbelief. "Of course I do! Why would you think otherwise? Is something wrong? Did I do something?" He rushes and sets down his book on the coffee table to reach over our legs and grab my hands in his. I smile at his nervousness and say, "Nothing is wrong, Darling. I was just making sure." Baz stares at me before dropping my hands and huffing. "Don't do that." He demands. My smile grows as I start to act innocent. I love messing with Baz. What can I say? Old habits die hard. "Do what, Darling?" I tease. Baz glares at me and crosses his arms. "You know exactly what I'm talking about, Simon. Don't mess with me like that again." He says, voice cracking at the end. I see a bit of fear still dancing in his eyes and realize that I might've taken my teasing too far this time. "I'm sorry, Darling. Truly. I was just playing around. I won't do it again, promise." I swear as I take back his hands in mine. He shakes his head as if trying to get rid of his thoughts then looks me in the eyes. I will never tire of looking into his. When we were younger, his were always so sharp. I guess they still are now, but I've seen a new side to him, and this side includes soft, silver eyes that show only love to me. "It's fine. Just please don't do it again." He begs. I nod my head, making a mental note to never take my teasing too far again. "I love you, Darling." I say as I bring his face to mine. "And I adore you, Love." Baz whispers as our lips meet. I will never tire of kissing him. His lips are cold, as is the rest of him, but they are also soft. Extremely soft. His upper lip is lightly larger than his lower lip, making them fit perfectly against mine. Baz's hands tangle in my curls, pulling me closer and closer to him. I will never tire of feeling his body against mine. His marble sculpted torso. The smooth, hairless chest that feels like silk under my fingers. I start to tug at his first, wanting more of him exposed. My love happily complies and breaks the kiss to allow me to remove his shirt. I smile gratefully and do as I planned. As soon as his hurt is off, showing off his amazing upper body, Baz takes mine and pulls it over my head. Basil always tells me that he loves my body as much as I love his, but I don't believe him. No one can ever love anything more than I love him, including his beautiful body. "Simon..." Baz sighs as I run my hands over his torso, my mouth meeting his once again. I will never tire of his voice. The way is sounds when he is speaking passionately about something he cares about, when it gets high and loud. The way it sounds when he is casting a spell, when his voice is low and careful. The way it sounds when he is angry, when it's deep and gravelly, but still sounds like a fallen angel. And especially now, when his guard is down. When his mind is too filled with love and lust to concentrate on what is coming out of his pretty mouth. His voice sounding like a singing fairy, light yet magical. Baz's hands run over my back. Touching each and every one of my moles. I swear he has an obsession with them. My hands find their way to his hair as I throw my leg over his hip, straddling him. I will never tire of his hair. The way it feels as I run my fingers through it. When we were in Watford, I hated the way he slicked back his hair. Baz looks so much better with his hair loose across his head, not that he looked bad with it slicked back. It's impossible to make Basilton Grimm-Snow look bad. His hair is soft, extremely soft, and it almost feels like I'm running my hands through strings of silk. It's pitch black, ironically, but what no one else realizes it that when you get close, it has silver. And, no, not aged gray or stressed induced gray, shining silver strands mixed with the black. I'm the light, like right now, they shine brightly. I tug at the ends of his hair, provoking a beautiful moan from him. I pull away, just slightly, to catch my breath. I stare into Baz's breath-taking eyes. I will never tire of looking into his eyes. The way they seem to change colour the longer you look at them. The way they are black when he is mad, or light when he is laughing. Now, they glitter in the moonlight coming from the window. The flecks of gray and white swirling around together as he stares at me. He brings his fingers to my lips, touching them gently. I press my lips against his fingertips and give kisses to each one, making Baz sigh happily as he watches me. "Love..." Baz tries to say, but gets interrupted by my lips. I can't help myself. They are too tempting. Baz twists and turns our bodies till we are laying on our side on the sofa, bodies pressed against each other. Our kiss grows hungry, needing more and more of each other by the second. My hands are knotted in his hair, tugging and pushing and pulling all at the same time. Baz's hands, however, are roaming all over me. Going down my chest, rubbing my abs, then coming to the zipper of my trousers. Baz starts to pull, but I stop him by taking his hand is mine and bringing it up to rest on my cheek. Our kiss breaks, and I nuzzle into his palm. Baz smiles at me, a small amount of hunger still in his eyes. But he doesn't act on it, he knows that it takes a lot to pull me into the mood. Not that he doesn't turn me on, trust me he does, but ever since the Humdrum incident, I can't seem to get in the mood as fast as others can. I will never tire of the love and understanding Baz has for me. Basil and I have been together for five years, two of them being married, and I can count the times we have done it with both hands, and still have a couple left over. Baz never judges me for it, never keeps going when I want to stop, and for that I only love him more. Sometimes if things get really heated and I can't continue, I have seen Baz finish himself. I don't mind, it's not like he is cheating on me with another. He even asked the first couple times, making sure I was okay with him finishing without me. I, of course, had no problem with that. So Baz eventually stopped asking, knowing that my answer would forever remain yes. This time, however, though we did make out, Baz doesn't seem to need to. He lets go of my hand, just to run his thumb over my cheekbone and down my jawline. My love starts to place light kisses all over my face: my forehead, eyebrows, cheek, chin, nose, everywhere. Baz comes back up for air, a smile as bright as mine on his face. "I love you, Darling. So, so much." I whisper to him. Baz only smirks and says, "I adore you, Love. More than anything." We exchange a small, light, yet still loving, kiss. I will never tire of my husband: Basilton Grimm-Snow.

I Really Liked Writing This One. Just Plain Fluffy Fluff. Till Next Time! Also....3K Reads!!!! Thank You Guys So Much!! Bye!

--Me