"Baz." Simon whines,
"Yes Snow?" Baz answers not looking up from his book.
"We should have a flirting contest."
"A what?" Baz says looking up from his book.
"A flirting contest, whoever can make the most corniest flirting attempts without getting annoyed wins."
"You're mental."
Simon groaned "C'mon please?"
Baz shook his head, and used his wand to pull a book towards him.

"You don't need magic to pull me to you like that." Simon said, a cheeky grin on his face.
"Snow, no."

That night there was an apple pie on the kitchen counter, a note beside it. Baz read it:
"You're the apple of my eye.
~Simon."
Baz couldn't help but smile at that.

When he went to brush his teeth there was a note on the toothpaste.
"You give me more toothaches than any amount of sweets.
~Simon."

"They're just going to get worse." Simon said once Baz got into bed.

"Sweet Dreams Snow." Baz said slightly annoyed.

"The only sweet dream I need," the blonde said grabbing his lovers hands.
"Is right here."

Baz turned away, his face red. Oh it was so on.

The next day the black haired male got up early, and made scones, his lover woke up immediately as he smelled them.

"How's my sunshine doing?" The black haired male said, feeling his lover come up from behind him, and holding him.
Simon buried his head into the crook of Baz's neck, and the vampire knew he was blushing.
"You win." The blonde muttered, placing kisses on his lovers neck.