I always feel like there should be more Isabelle and Simon. So here's my story.
I do not own these characters. They belong to Cassandra Clare.
If people like this, I will keep updating until you get tiered of it.
Hope you enjoy. :)
Isabelle Lightwood could never understand just how she could have gotten so lucky as to find a guy like Simon Lewis. As she lay at his side with her head on his chest and with his arm draped around her, holding her close even as he slept, she couldn't help but smile. She had finally found her perfect other half. He was someone that Isabelle was able to open her soul to and he loved her just the same, if not more. With every rise and fall of his chest, she couldn't help but thank her lucky stars that he was hers, and she his. Tracing small circles on his chest, she felt his head move above her. She stopped what she was doing and very slowly looked up at him. Because of the few rays of sunlight that had made their way through the curtains, she could see every detail of his face. Without realizing what she was doing, Isabelle was slowly tracing Simons cheek bone,making her way down to his jawline, and then finally to his lips.
Before she new it, Simon had rolled onto his side and pulled her close to him, holding her as if he was afraid of losing her forever.
"Morning." he said to her, his voice still overcome by sleep.
She loved how he sounded when he first woke up in the morning, so innocent and vulnerable. It made her happy to know that she was the one person who got to hear him sound like this every morning. She felt his lips place a soft and tender kiss on the top of her head that made her melt into his arms. She put one of her legs between his two and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him as close as she could to her body, inhaling his sent.
"I hope I didn't wake you." she told him with her slightly English accent. He pulled her even closer to her. "I was having the most wonderful dream." Simon told her. She placed a soft kiss at the base of his neck which made him shutter. "Tell me about it."
"I was staring into the most beautiful brown eyes I have ever seen," he started, finally opening his eyes and looking down at her. He pulled back just enough to plant a small kiss on each of her eyes. Isabelle couldn't help but smile. "Then I saw a set of gorgeous lips surrounding a beautiful smile." He said, brushing his lips under her ear, a small moan escaping her lips. "Then finally, I saw," he started, as one of his hands made it down to her thigh caressing it gently, "the most perfect ass." he finished with a smile, as he gently grabbed hers, causing her to slightly jump and rub against his hips.
"Simon!" Isabelle laughed and playfully hit him on his chest. She loved the fact that even when his eyes were closed and his imagination was running wild, she was still the only girl that he ever saw. Before she could do anything else, Simon had rolled on top of her, completely taking her mouth with his. As their lips moved in perfect synchronization, she tasted his mouth with her tongue and ran her hands down his back just as a small groan started in the back of Simons throat. Isabelle could feel him hardening against her inner thigh and knew then, that they had to stop. She pulled back just enough to put a finger on his lips. As he opened his eyes, she could see that they were black with desire.
"I have to get ready for work." He moved away from her finger and slowly started kissing her neck, making his way down to her breast. "No you don't." he mumbled as he very carefully started to play with her nipple through her shirt with his tongue, which caused a shudder to go through her. As much as Isabelle wanted this, wanted him, she knew that she had to start getting ready.
"I'll tell you what" Isabelle said, trying to keep her voice steady as Simon put his hand under her shirt and pushed it up so that he could gently kiss her stomach. It took everything she had to pull his face up to hers. She flipped him onto his back and straddled his hips running her fingers through his hair while his hands settled on her hips. She kissed his lips once then continued, "I promise that I'll make it up to you tonight. And it will be well worth the wait." She said with a smirk that she knew would drive him wild. Before Simon could say anything, Isabelle rolled off of him and headed to the restroom.
Just as she finished curling her hair, she heard the door creak open and saw Simon with his sleep tousled hair and a cup of coffee for her. He knew that she enjoyed sipping on coffee while she was getting ready for the day and made sure to bring her a cup every morning. She grabbed the mug and kissed his cheek in thanks. He smiled then turned to leave. She loved the fact that he always let her be while she was getting ready. It was the small things like coffee in the morning and the time he allowed her to herself everyday were just a few reasons why she was head over heals in love with him. And for Isabelle, that was a big and scary thing for her to admit to anyone, even herself. When she was done with her make up, she changed into her clothes, and headed downstairs.
As Simon was cooking breakfast for Isabelle and himself, he couldn't help but smile. How was it that some one as beautiful and perfect as Isabelle Lightwood fell in love with some one like him? While she was a partner and editor, along side her brother Alec Lightwood and his boyfriend Magnus Bane, at the biggest fashion magazine in America known as 'Lightwood', he was just a small junior editor for the New York times. He was nothing more than a small town geek while she was a big city vixen. The first time he saw her was six years ago, he was nineteen and she was eighteen. While she ignored everyone around her and lived in her own little world, Simon couldn't help but stare. The first thing he thought of her was how beautiful she was. Little did he know what kind of woman was behind the red lipstick and fancy clothes. Little did he know that one day he would be lucky enough to see the woman without the makeup, without the fancy clothes, and be able to look into her eyes every day and see nothing but love reflect back at him. The sound of her heels pulled him out of thought. He looked up to see her walking around the corner and towards him. At that moment, Simons heart began to hammer and his eyes widened and he drank in the sight of her.
She was wearing slim fitting black leather pants that hugged her legs beautifully, with a simple white button down and her signature seven inch heels. Her hair was left down to let her curls fall down to rest on her shoulder blades and her lips were painted with the same red lipstick as the first day he laid his eyes on her. He knew that to Isabelle this was a simple outfit, but to him, it was absolutely perfect. Simon walked towards her and grabbed her into his arms. He didn't care if she would get mad at him for wrinkling her shirt, he had to hold her in her arms. He buried his head in the crook of her neck as she wrapped her arms around him. "You look absolutely beautiful." he told her placing a small kiss on the corner of her mouth. He looked at her and saw the same beautiful brown eyes that he dreamt about. She smiled at him and ran her hand through his hair once.
"Simon, your omelet is burning." she told him with a laugh.
"Shit." he mumbled, letting go of her reluctantly and moved the pan off the burner.
As Isabelle went to sit at the table, Simon prepared Isabelle's oatmeal in a bowl with cinnamon and apples, knowing how much she enjoyed it, and then placed his slightly burned omelet on a plate. He walked over to the table and set the oatmeal down in front of Isabelle and sat down next to her. "Thank you baby." As she started to eat her oatmeal, Simon saw the ring on her left hand that gleamed in the sunlight. He was so proud of the fact that that was the ring he bought her on her finger. He was so amazed that she had said yes to him when he asked her to marry him. He couldn't believe that she said 'I do' just two weeks ago. He was still in complete awe that she was his and would always be.
"Don't forget that we have to go shopping sometime this week to get Max his birthday gift." She said, grabbing his attention.
"Are you sure we cant just get him a stripper?"
The look on her face was answer enough.
"I'm just joking."
She gave him that one look that always managed to scare him. Isabelle wasn't a petite girl. She was tall and very strong, strong in so many ways. "He's my little brother Simon I'm not just going to get him a stripper."
As they both finished their breakfast, Simon stood up and started to clear the table while Isabelle fixed her lipstick one more time before she left. "What do you have in mind then?" he called out over his shoulder from the kitchen, placing the dirt dishes into the sink after rinsing them off.
"We'll talk about it later. There's still two weeks before his birthday."
He turned around to see that she had thrown on a white blazer, had her purse on her forearm, and her sunglasses on her head. "I'll see you tonight." Simon grabbed her by the waist with one arm and held her face with his free hand. "I can't wait." he smiled before pulling her into a deep sensual kiss. As he pulled back, Isabelle bit his lower lip with her teeth and pulled just enough to get Simon to whimper. He looked into her eyes as she let his lip go.
"I love you Isabelle."
"And I love you."
He loved it when she said those three little words to him. But to Isabelle, those words weren't little, and he knew it. Thats why it always sent him wild when she said it because he knew that she really truly meant it. He new that, other than her family, he was the only one she would open up to. Even then, sometimes she would tell him things that she would never tell her family. Isabelle placed one more kiss on his lips then turned to leave. "I'll see you when you get home." he said before he heard the front door close. He went to make sure that the door was locked before he headed to the bathroom to shower and get ready for his day at the office.
As Isabelle made her way down to the street, she couldn't help but feel a little sad. She wished that she could spend every minute with Simon that she could; in his arms, feeling his lips move against hers, hearing him say her name over and over and over…..
As she slid into the back of the car her brother insist she arrives to work in everyday, she thought back to the first day she had met Simon.
It was five years ago. Her best friend since she was ten, Jace Herondale, had just started to see a new girl who he claimed he was one day going to marry. Knowing him the way she did, she knew this was a big thing for Jace. All he could do was talk about this red head named Clary Fray, and being the protective friend that she was, she knew that she had to meet her.
When she arrived at the bar with Jace, he leaned in close to her ear and said, "By the way, she brought her best friend with her. She thinks that since she's meeting you, I should meet hers." Isabelle just shrugged her shoulders and walked through the doors. Apparently Clary was already there and Jace was making his way over to her. She thought that he had made a mistake at first. He made his way to a table, which she thought had a couple sitting at. The girl was cute. A small red head who was about a foot shorter than Jace. Her face lit up when she saw him and Isabelle saw the biggest smile Jace's face ever made. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her lips. While this happened, she happened to look over at her friend. He was cute, in a nerdy sort of way. He was tall with brown hair and eyes that matched but were hidden behind glasses. He had a small physique but it happened to suit him. She caught him looking at her, but in a way she wasn't used to.
Isabelle was the type of girl that any man would stop in his tracks and would look at her like she was a piece of meat. She hated it. Hated that she couldn't even step out of her apartment without being looked at like that. Sometimes she enjoyed it and it helped her find the occasional screw. But the way this boy looked at her was different. His eyes didn't go straight down to her breast or her hips. He was staring at her face- no, her eyes. He looked like a deer in headlights. There was something about the way he looked at her and then away when she made eye contact, made her smile slightly.
"Isabelle, I would like you to meet my girlfriend Clary Fray. Clary, this is my best friend Isabelle Lightwood." Jace said. Isabelle looked over at the two of them. While he still kept an arm around her waist, Clary smiled at him and stuck her hand out. Isabelle shook it. "Its so nice to finally meet you," the girl rambled. "Jace has told me so much about you and honestly I just couldn't wait to meet you."
"It's nice to meet you as well." Isabelle replied with a smile.
Clary looked over at the boy. "Jace, Isabelle, this is my best friend Simon Lewis." The boy, Simon, stood up and shook Jace's hand, then Isabelle's. She could tell that the boy was slightly nervous, but being the gentleman that he was, pulled a chair out and gestured for her to sit down. She did.
Looking back, Isabelle never would have guessed that on that day, she had met her future husband.
Simon had just finished getting ready and was ready to head out. He grabbed his bike and headed for work. He always enjoyed his morning ride to and his evening ride from work. As he pulled up to the front door of the New York Times, he swung one leg over his bike and pulled it up next to the bike rack. After securely putting his lock on to secure his bike to the rack, he rolled his right jean leg down, and headed up to the ninth floor.
As he watched everyone running around, adrenaline started to pump through his body. He absolutely loved his job and everything about it. He loved the fact that his imagination always got to run with whatever story Rafael, the editor in chief, gave to him. Also, he loved the fact that even though he had to leave his wife, God he loved saying that, he still got to work with his best friend everyday.
"There's the newly wed." he heard Clary say. "How was the honeymoon? Get out of the room at all?" she finished with a smirk.
"Well if you want to know that much, we only left the room once and that was because we had to switch rooms because we broke the bed."
Clary's eyes widened, "Seriously?"
Simon just laughed. He looked down at the news report that was on his desk and his heart stopped. He felt his hands start to shake and could feel beads of sweat running down his forehead and neck even though the temperature in the room had dropped 50 degrees. He barley heard Clarys voice when she spoke. "Simon, are you feeling okay? You look whiter than usual…"
He couldn't believe what he was looking at. He saw a small sticky note placed on top of the papers.
This report came in this morning at around 7A.M. I will need it on my desk by 5 P.M. It will be in the paper first thing tomorrow. I'm counting on you with this one Lewis. -R
Of course Rafael would give him this story and still expect him to wright about it. He never gave a damn about Simon. Then it hit him. Did she know yet? No, she couldn't have. She would have told him. Or would she? He knew that how she was, but she would tell him, wouldn't she?
"Simon?"
Before he could do anything else he had dropped everything and ran, ran faster than he ever thought that he could.
Clary looked after him, bewildered. She saw the papers that he dropped. She bent down to pick them up and gasped. It was a police report.
"Last night at around 3 A.M, there was a body found behind a store in Brooklyn. The boy was identified as Max Lightwood, brother of Alec Lightwood and Isabelle Lewis (maiden name Lightwood), owners of 'Lightwood' magazine. There were ten bullet holes in his chest. There are no leads as to who may have killed him. His older brother, Alec Lightwood, has also gone missing. Police do not know if the same person who shot Max Lightwood is also responsible for the disappearance of Alec Lightwood. Police suspect that Isabelle Lewis is now in danger."