Baz-

I finish off my deer, feeling full and a lot warmer than before. I head back to the mansion, passing the spot where Fiona found me, I purposefully avert my eyes.

When I open my door Simon is standing next to my bed in my pinstriped pajamas. My recent feeding doesn't help my blush in the slightest.

Simon awkwardly scratches his neck, "So are we going to talk about this or not?"

I sigh walking past him to my dresser, riffling around in a drawer, "Talk about what Snow," I drawl.

He groans frustratedly, "You can't just pretend that didn't happen."

"I can if you stop bringing it up." He glares at me for that.

"So do you want to sleep in the loft or-"

"Baz," he cuts me off.

"You would be fine on the coach though-"

"Baz!" He walks so he's standing in front of me. He's frustrated, I always make him frustrated.

My chest aches for him. I can't be close to him though. Not after everything we've done to each other. There's no way he wants me back. It's best to forget.

He takes a step closer. I draw myself up as tall as I can. I'm taller, he hates it.

"Baz," he whispers. "You can't ignore me. Please."

My heart breaks at his sincerity, "Snow?"

"I don't know how long I needed that," he steps closer so that our toes are almost touching. "And I don't know what this means," I roll my eyes, "But I know that I have to be with you like this.  You can't shut me out."

"Snow-" I start but damn Snow cuts me off again.

"No, and I know you need it too, especially if you want me to help you." His hand is on my chest. Just above my heart. 

Snow is here. Right in front of me. Breathing. Touching me. Asking me with his eyes. He's here for me. 

The feelings I've pushed back for years are starting to break free. I feel my walls going down. and it's all because of him. With his gorgeous blue eyes, pleading with me.

I put my hand over his, pressing it closer to my chest.

"Snow?" I ask.

He nods, determination etched across every feature of his face.

"Do you feel that?"

He looks confused, Simon Snow always confused. "What?"

"Can you feel my heart?"

I closes his eyes to concentrate, "Faintly." He finally says.

"That's because I'm not human Snow, you were bloody right." I'm getting frustrated, I don't want to be frustrated, "Snow you never should've come here." I'm crying now. "This is all my burden not yours."

He glares defiantly at me, "Baz shut up, I will help you, I will I promise. Why are you so hell bent on shutting me out?!"

"Because Simon!" I'm yelling, "I've loved you for years, you can't get hurt because of me!" Simon's eyes widen, "And even if you were to ever love me I will be willing to die avenging my mother. I will die at your bloody hand one day Snow, at the hand of the chosen one."

"Baz," Simon growls as he forcefully pulls my face to his. He's crying too, "I love you, you twat."

He presses his lips firmly to mine, the salt of our tears makes it's way to my mouth. Simon grips the back of my head, leading the whole thing. I wrap my arms around his torso and hold on to him. He's my anchor.

Simon-

Baz tastes so good. I nibble on his bottom lip and he moans. I smile, encouraged and do it again to the same affect. I tug on his hair, balling it up in my hands, trying to chase his lips as he leans back, teasing me.

Baz walks backwards and I follow him, never letting him out of my reach. We fall into the bed when Baz's knees hit the back of his base board.

Baz is below me, his eyes watery but the tears are almost gone. "Simon?"

I caress his cheek, "Baz." I affirm. And he raises his mouth, kissing me just as fiercely as I had kissed him. 

Baz, my enemy, my love. My addiction. My savior from the darkness. Mine.

A/N: Hey! I know it's short but it felt right. So, I'm trying to get back in some kind of writing routine. Fingers crossed for more updates very soon!