A/N: Hey guys. This is my first Mortal Instruments fanfic. Basically it describes what would have happened if Izzy had kissed Jordan after all in City of Lost Souls. It'll be three or four chapters, probably. I'm almost done with the second one, so that'll be up soon, too. Enjoyyy.

"I don't do false reassurances," Izzy said, and pushed the tequila bottle away from her. Her eyes, on Jordan, we're lively and dark. "Come here, werewolf boy."

She'd dropped her voice. It was soft, seductive. Jordan swallowed against a suddenly dry throat. He remembered seeing Isabelle in his red dress outside the Ironworks and thinking, That's the girl Simon was messing around on Maia with? Neither of them was the sort of girl who gave the impression you could cheat on her and survive it.

And neither one of them was the sort of girl you said no to. Warily he moved around the counter towards Isabelle. He was a few steps away when she reached out and pulled him toward her by the wrists. Her hands slipped up his arms, over the swell of his biceps, the muscles of his shoulders. His heartbeat quickened. He could feel the warmth coming off her and could smell her perfume and sweet tequila. "You're gorgeous," she said. Her hands slid around to flatten themselves against his chest. "You know that, right?"

Jordan wondered if she could feel his heart beating through his shirt. He knew the way girls looked at him on the street-boys, too, sometimes-knew what he saw in the mirror every day, but he never thought about it much. He had been so focused on Maia for so long it never seemed to matter beyond whether she would still find him attractive if they ever saw each other again. He'd been chatted up plenty, but not often by girls who looked like Isabelle, and never by anyone so blunt. He wondered if she was going to kiss him. He hadn't kissed anyone but Maia since he was fifteen. But Isabelle was looking up at him, and her eyes were big and dark, and her lips were slightly parted and the color of strawberries. He wondered if they would taste like strawberries if he kissed her.

Suddenly Izzy moved forward and placed her lips on his. She slid her hands from his chest to his neck where she entangled one of her hands in his hair. Jordan froze and stared at her-from two inches away-while she moved her soft lips against his mouth. He finally closed his eyes and wrapped one of his arms around his waist, and put one hand in her long, silky black hair. Jordan realized that her lips didn't taste like strawberries after all. They had more of a cinnamon and vanilla taste to them. After a few moments, they broke apart, catching some much needed breath. Izzy wrapped her arms around his neck and stared at him from underneath her dark lashes.

They had just started to kiss again when the sound of keys jangling came from the door and it opened. A rush of cold city air came blowing in as Isabelle and Jordan yanked away from each other. Both spinning around to face the door, they saw Simon. He was leaning against the door, his face blank as he stared at both of them. As suddenly as he came, he left, the door slamming shut behind him.

Jordan glance at Izzy, suddenly wanting to puke. She was staring at the door in a very disconcerted way. "Simon?" She whispered. "Simon!" She scrambled towards the door and flung it open, calling out for him. Jordan felt sick and when he saw Izzy stumbling back towards him, he immediately put his guard up, ready to stop her no matter what. But what she did surprised him. Izzy looked up at him with tears in her eyes, and fell against his chest. She cried into his shirt and sobbed "He's gone! He left!" Jordan stared at her dumbstruck before he finally wrapped his arms around her, stroking her hair and telling her it would be alright. He thought of Simon and Maia. Jordan sighed. Things were about to turn ugly.

"Come on, we'll look for Simon in the morning. Right now you need to rest. You're way too drunk to be doing anything," Jordan told her. He pushed Izzy away from him a little and grabbed her shoulders. She was too drunk and upset to protest. "Listen, what happened was a mistake. It meant nothing to either of us, right?" Isabelle nodded, tears still leaking out of the corners of her eyes. "Alright then. We'll wait till morning, find Simon, explain that we both weren't thinking straight and it didn't mean anything."

"But- but, what about Maia?" Isabelle hiccupped. She stared at Jordan, waiting to hear what he had to say.

Jordan sighed. "I made a very bad mistake. I regret it deeply and I don't plan on doing it again. So, as long as Simon doesn't tell, I have no plans of telling Maia. It'll only cause unnecessary drama. Agreed?" Izzy nodded and stumbled back.

"Where's Simon's bedroom?" She asked. Jordan pointed her in the right direction and watched her stagger off in six inch heels. He groaned as he thought of the day ahead of him. He had screwed up so bad, and if Maia ever found out he had no chance of getting back together with her.

Once Izzy made it back to Simon's room, she collapsed on his bed. She possibly could have just ruined everything for one stupid little kiss. Kicking off her heels, Izzy curled up into a little ball on Simon's bed. It smelled like him. Well, vampires didn't really smell like anything but it smelled like the soap he used. At this, Izzy slowly got up and trudged over towards Simon's closet. It had all sorts of nerdy t-shirts in it, making Isabelle smile. She grabbed a Star Wars t-shirt and threw it on the bed. Stripping down to her bra and underwear, she slipped Simon's shirt on and then climbed into his bed. Hopefully tomorrow things would be alright again. Tomorrow she could fix all of her mistakes...