For the Drabble Game Challenge (SimonIsabelle, shadows, requested by Em)
"What are you staring at?" Isabelle asks.
Simon swallows dryly, smiling. It feels strange that he doesn't have to look away the moment she catches his gaze. He can stare at her openly, watch the shadows dance across her skin in the moonlight, and it's perfectly fine.
Sometimes, he wonders how he got so lucky. Isabelle is the very definition of out of his league. And yet, somehow, by some miracle, she is his and he is hers.
"You got a little drool going on," she teases.
"I do not drool!" he huffs, though he brushes his thumb over his chin just in case.
Isabelle smirks. "Whatever helps you sleep at night," she says, wrapping her slender fingers around his wrist and pulling him closer. "Now, what were you staring at?"
"You ask like you don't already know."
"Let's just pretend I'm completely oblivious to my natural charm," she laughs, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.
For a moment, Simon forgets how to breathe. He wonders if he'll ever get used to this. It's been a year, and she still has this effect on him.
"You're exactly my type. Insanely hot and out of my league," he says. "Then I got to know you. And you're this badass with a heart of gold. And I don't know how I ended up with you."
"Out of your league?" she echoes with a small laugh. "You really think that?"
"Well, to be fair, you did think I was just a stupid mundane when we first met," he reminds her.
"When we first met, you were. You thought I was the girl of your dreams, and I thought you were the type of guy I wouldn't give a second glance. But I got to know you, and maybe you're not so bad."
"Maybe?" he asks in mock offense, placing his hand over his heart to emphasize his faux pain. "I guess that's a pretty high compliment coming from a Lightwood."
Isabelle wraps her arms around him, a wicked glint in her eyes. "Now, if we're done doing the whole emotional thing, I'd like to remind you that I'm more of a hands-on kind of girl."
With a chuckle, Simon presses his lips to hers, grinning into the kiss. "Yeah. I've noticed."
And maybe he still doesn't know why Isabelle loves him. Maybe he never will. But, somehow, it doesn't matter, because she does, and that's all Simon needs.