A/N: Thanks for all the positive feedback! Here's a part two, Sizzy this time. Malec will come after. Also, please do not call the number, I made it up!
Sieeloia B.G. Midtoll
Professional Cuddler
Stressed out? I got you. Give me a call, and I'll come over and soothe you with my fabulous cuddling skills. Low payment, relieves stress, will massage and play with your hair, ect.
211-2910-7379
"I'm telling you, there is no way someone at our school actually has a name like that. Someone is going undercover or something." Simon protested to Clary. She shook her wild red hair.
"Simon, you're crazy. Just sounds like some sort of weird hooker."
Simon couldn't argue with that thought in this day and age- but the ad he had picked up from one of the lampposts on campus was too interesting to not take.
"You're probably right. But I still can't help but wonder what this is. Maybe this person is a murderer who lures their victims in by promising them cuddles-" Simon thought curiously, running on.
"Simon!" Clary yelled, laughing.
"All right, all right!" Simon grinned. He readjusted the backpack on his shoulders, walking next to Clary. The day was hazy, fall sweeping into winter as they prepared for Midterms. They were only on their way to late day classes. Their classrooms were quite close to each other, so it was great they were able to walk to school together, meeting up on the street corner between Clary's dorm with other roommates Isabelle and Aline and Simon's room with Jace and Alec.
"So," Clary started. "I was wondering Simon, what exactly you do to get a guy to notice you. I mean-" she sighed.
Clary liked someone. Although Simon knew it was going to happen again eventually, he still suppressed a frown. He liked Clary, maybe a little bit.
"Well, what exactly do you mean?" Simon asked, confused. Clary's brows were furrowed in embarrassment.
"I may have kind of turned him in as an art project…" she explained, biting her lip.
"You what?" Simon asked. He was even more confused at the moment. She had turned a boy in as an art project?
"I like Jace," she finally confessed. Simon smiled. "The way he looks at you, I would think he likes you to."
Clary sighed in relief, zipping down her green jacket slightly. "Yeah. And the art project thing- I painted on his back and the teacher gave me an A for my creativity. It was a dare though-"
Simon laughed. "Nice one Clary. Have fun with your new boyfriend-" he called out as they separated.
"Soon we will both be dating Simon, so I would stop going sassy with me." She remarked, narrowing her eyes.
"What?!" Simon remarked. "I don't have a date-"
All Clary said before she winked and walked away was, "I've seen the way you look at Isabelle."
Simon tapped his pencil against his head again. And again. Over and over in a tapping rhythm.
Studying was stupid.
His head was pounding in distress, and Simon realized now why some of the older kids dreaded midterms and finals. It was only two mere days before his final exams, and all he wanted to do was sleep, but at the same time, he felt weak for his hopes to find his way into bed and sleep.
Maybe sleep would help him recover. He couldn't think with his eyes dropping at every moment.
Yet even as he lied down in bed, he just could not get comfortable. He tossed and turned for twenty minutes before he finally turned on the lights, frustrated. He considered taking sleeping meds, but didn't really feel like wasting the money, so he looked around for a solution. He shuffled around his desk, pushing his glasses up his nose, until he found the paper he had picked up two weeks ago. The one about the professional cuddler who claimed they could work magic. Simon crossed his fingers this person wasn't a serial killer and called.
He was relieved to find a feminine voice answer, bright and alert, in some sort of other accent. Somewhere from Europe he supposed. Not quite Doctor Who British but also not quite American.
"Hello?" The voice asked gently.
"Hi-" Simon started nervously. "I'm kind of stressed out for finals, and I was hoping you weren't a serial killer and maybe someone who could help me relax-" the words came out in a jumbled mess, but he took a sharp breath when he was done.
"Of course," the other line laughed. "Do you live in one of the dorms or a fraternity? I promise I won't kill you."
Simon quickly told her the dorm he lived in, crossing his fingers this wouldn't backfire.
He waited outside to assure she wouldn't ring the doorbell and wake up anyone else, and within a few minutes, a girl stepped onto the doorway in front of him. Dressed in a black trench coat, hat covering her entire head of hair, and scarf worn around her mouth.
"Oh hello-" Simon said quickly. "Come on in." He was slightly worried at the fact the person covered their entire bodies, but it seemed more of an identity at school issue than her being Voldemort or something.
She followed him quietly into his room, his breath nervously hitching. He sat down on the bed, closing his eyes and laying down onto his own single size bed. He hoped there would be enough room for this girl to work her magic, but he was assured it would.
Behind her, the girl took off her coat and set it on the floor, crawling into the bed next to Simon.
"Alright, is it okay if I sit here?" She asked. Simon could only see her hand but knew the mystery girl was gesturing to the bed. He nodded and she sat on the bed gingerly, putting a gentle hand on Simon's shoulder.
"Do you want to put your head on my lap?" She asked gently. Although this was a strange experience, Simon shifted his head so he was lying on top of her leg.
With that she gently began scratching Simon's head, playing with his hair, and it felt wonderful.
"Can I put my head on your shoulder?" She asked one last time. Simon nodded and she gently laid her head on his shoulder, continuing the marvelous scratching.
"So you're not a prostitute," Simon commented.
She seemed disgusted. "Of course not," she whispered. "I am merely full of love."
Goodness, the way she was playing with his hair was wonderful. He felt the tension run away from his body.
"I must say-" Simon admitted. "I thought this was going to be something terrifying, but this is nice. Um- thank you."
She felt her grin onto his shoulder.
"Of course. I just know that sometimes people just crave physical touch. Especially at times like these. If you ever want to talk, I'm here to care for you."
With that, Simon sighed as she continued her skillful head massage and breathed against his shoulder. She smelled elegant, like some sort of mix of vanilla and roses and sweetness- but not so sweet that it would make one gag. Just lively sweet.
They sat there in quiet for a while, seeping into each other's arms. Simon sleepily asked her if it was okay to turn off the lamp, and she agreed, saying if he fell asleep she would only leave with her amount scrawled on a piece of paper. He could pay her back later.
She shifted and let his head rest on the pillow, laying down and curving around him before gently massaging his shoulders and neck. Soon enough, Simon fell asleep, and although the cuddler tried to get up and leave, she was too tired, and fell asleep against him.
Simon woke up with a satisfied yawn, turning over to get out of bed. But there she was. Simon almost gave a yelp but he suppressed it, watching her body rise and fall with each breath. Black hair spilled over her shoulders onto the bed.
Simon felt it would be an invasion of privacy to look at her face, but he was much too curious to withstand looking at the mystery girl.
He curled over her. Isabelle?
Isabelle. Izzy. He had been cuddling with Izzy Lightwood last night. He couldn't complain, she was wonderful at it, but a certain nervousness jumped at him. What if she thought he was weak for calling someone like that? What if-
But he sighed and put a hand on her shoulder, gently shaking it to wake her up.
"Izzy?" He whispered.
She turned over with a yawn, relaxed until she realized she wasn't in her own bed, and Simon laid next to her.
"Oh- Simon. You must hate me, don't you- I'm sorry for falling asleep-"
Simon shook his head, "It's alright Izzy! It's Saturday. It's fine! And um- that was really nice. Wonderful actually."
She sighed in relief. "Um, Simon. I loved that too. I would love it if maybe we could cuddle as a couple? Maybe? I mean if you like me, because I like you, you're adorable." She was flustered now, running on a little different from her usual confident self. She teased Simon when they were out together with Clary and her brothers. Blowing him kisses, smiling at him, winking at him constantly. Simon noticed at the beginning of the year that she did that with other boys, but it seemed like playful flirting, and recently she had been swatting away boys, realizing they only wanted her for sex and science homework. He noticed she was confident in her body, but awfully uncomfortable and defensive when boys took advantage of her, swatting her ass when she wore short dresses and things of the sort. But Simon would never forget the one day where a boy from her English class grabbed her backend, and she retaliated, punching him square in the face. Boys avoided her from then on, but Simon thought it was amazing she could throw punches like that.
"I would love that-" Simon stammered, smiling.
"Can I kiss you?" Isabelle asked suddenly, biting her lip.
But Simon's only reply was pressing his mouth to hers and kissing her.
