Good evening my fellow Shadowhunters. This is my first fanfiction, and I did it purely because I felt like the book was not sexual enough for me. I don't consider myself an exceptional writer, nor do I expect tons of praise. I just hope to bring some sort of excitement and enjoyment to your day.
That being said, this scene takes place in the City of Lost Souls book, when Isabelle asks Simon to stay the night with her. It sort of coincides with the existing scene, I just altered it to be more sexual. This is a two-shot. Enjoy!
- Shadowhuntersanonymous
"Simon," Isabelle paused, "would you stay tonight? I mean, you don't have to. I get how it could be awkward, but you used to always sleep with Clary, so I thought-" she stammered on. "Iz." Simon interrupted her. He looked into her slightly anxious near-black eyes, the eyes who always seemed to portray confidence and surety. But Simon, who had grown closer to Isabelle in the past few months, was able to see the cracks in her gaze that let the doubt creep through. "I'd love to stay." he finished. With Jace still missing and her brother Alec preoccupied with his boyfriend Magnus, she really needed the company, although she hated feeling dependent. Isabelle nodded ever so slightly, "Good." she said quietly to herself more than to Simon.
This would be the second night he spent with her, although a liquored up, passed out Isabelle hardly counted in Simon's book. Still, he was more than happy to have someone he cared about sleeping by his side, and when you're asked by a beautiful long black-haired Shadowhunter to stay the night, you don't say no. Simon lifted his plain white cotton t-shirt over his head and tossed it casually to the floor. He sat down on the edge of the bed, and took off his black and white Converse and socks. He casually tossed his shoes away from the bed, and landed them straight on Isabelle's feet. "Oops, sorry Izzy! Smooth, Simon." he muttered. She was standing by the foot of the bed, and he looked up and caught her staring at him, shirtless. Not that Simon thought he was anything to look at, it still gave him quite the rush. If blood still ran through his veins, he'd have blushed. Isabelle quickly averted her eyes, and her pulse quickened. Simon sensed it, and an overwhelming smell of blood and pheromones smacked him in the face. He swallowed tightly; it had been a while since he'd fed. His veins seemed to fill with a sort of heaviness, a longing, an urge. He fought his fangs back, refusing to go what he considered "primal" on her. Ever since nearly killing Maureen, the idea of feeding just seemed to nauseate him and he ran out of bottled blood quite a bit of time ago. "It's fine, let's just go to sleep. It's late." she recovered quickly. She climbed into the opposite side of the bed, and pulled up the black satin covers to just under her chin. He rotated his body and, leaving his jeans on, pulled the blanket over his legs. He didn't feel temperatures anymore, but the feeling of being wrapped in a blanket was comforting regardless.
He laid his back against the wall and turned his head to Isabelle. He gave her a small smile, noting in his head how cute she looked all wrapped up. She met his gaze and smiled back, then let her eyes gaze down to his neck and then his bare chest. Her eyes widened. Up close, she could see the effects of hunger clear in his body. His veins appeared dark blue against his chest, spidering out from his now-still heart. His eyes seemed slightly sunken in, and there were dark circles under his eyes. "Simon, how long has it been since you fed?" Her tone was filled with worry and care. "I don't know Isabelle. Maybe a few weeks? It's okay, don't worry about it." He tried to reassure her and to get her to drop it, the whole idea gave him anxiety. "A few weeks?" She exclaimed. "Simon, why would you do that to yourself?" Her anxious dark brown eyes searched his. Simon exhaled deeply, a human habit he still carried. "Ever since the Maureen thing, the whole idea just freaks me out too much. I know I can't stop feeding all together, but I'm hoping to just avoid it for as long as possible." In his head it made a lot more sense than when he said it out loud. Isabelle matched his exasperated exhale with her own. "Simon, that's dumb." He looked up towards the ceiling, "Thanks, Iz." She rolled her eyes, "Well, when you get home make sure you drink, please." "I ran out of blood a long time ago, and I don't exactly have much time to go pick some up with all that's going on." He made a grand gesture at the space around them, indicating the missing Jace. Simon closed his eyes and folded his hands across his stomach, awaiting a reprimanding from Isabelle. She sat up and let the blanket fall to her waist, gently pulling her black camisole off. She gently placed her hand on his forearm, "Simon, I'm right here. You could have just said something."
Simon's eyes sprung open, and he turned to meet her view. Did she just offer her blood to him? The now shirtless Isabelle sported a sexy mesh bra, her marked breasts almost completely visible through it. His fangs snapped out. From either the blood offer or the bra, he wasn't sure. "I'm sorry, what?" he said as calmly as he could, trying to talk around his fangs. "I'm here." she repeated, "What's better than fresh warm blood?" The memories of the night he attacked Maureen came rushing forward. "Isabelle.." he started, "the last time I drank from a person I nearly killed them. I could hurt you, I couldn't stop myself." he went on, rattling off the reasons why this was clearly a bad idea. "Shh." she insisted, placing her finger against his lips. Her pulse quickened as she straddled his lap, a leg on either side of him. The smell of blood and vanilla filled his nose, weakening his resolve by the second. Seeing the hesitation in his eyes, she spoke up. "Simon, I want you to. I- I want this." She blushed at her admission. Simon looked up at her. "Izzy, are you sure? I don't know if I can control myself." In response, she gathered her long black locks into her hands behind her head, and draped them over one side, revealing her bare neck to him. She leaned towards him, and brought her neck to his mouth. He couldn't hold back any longer.