Summary: Simon & Baz share a special anniversary.
it was so lovely to get to work with you on this fic, @peachpit-gabe !!! thank you so much for the wonderful art (& for illustrating the fic before I even wrote anything LOL; it was a huge help to spark some ideas 💜), & thank you to the @let-it-snow-zine mods for organizing!!!
His heart beating fast as a hummingbird’s wings beneath my fingertips.
That’s what I’m thinking of as we walk towards the shops from the car park. Kissing Baz.
His lips are always cold. (Unless you count after he’s fed. Especially when he’s had a taste of my blood.) But it’s Christmas Eve, and it’s snowing, and we’re outside, so I imagine they might be colder than usual. I imagine mine might be cold, too…
I imagine it’d be nice if we could warm each other’s mouths.
But we’re in Hampshire for Christmas, at his parents’, and I don’t go around snogging him in front of them. (It’d just be weird, wouldn’t it?) (Like, even if I hadn’t stolen their magic on another Christmas Eve, years ago now, I still stole their son.) (For what it’s worth, the magic did come back. And I think Baz visits enough, really.) And now we’ve finally a moment alone, since Daphne’s sent us out to get the pudding she hadn’t realised she’d forgotten. (Some ingredient? Might not be the whole pudding.) (It’s unclear.)
I think maybe she knew. Knew we needed this, after all these days with family and all the kids. I mean, Baz adores them. I adore them. But it can be a lot.
Daphne’s got a way about her. I wouldn’t be surprised if she sent us out here for self-care.
My idea of self-care might be a good snog with my stupidly fit boyfriend.
There was a time—not so long ago, really—where I’d never think about kissing Baz in public. Where I couldn’t even hold his hand…
It was snowing then, too.