Part two!

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Simon lay on his bed staring up at the ceiling with one hand on his stomach.

"You should really get some training done today." Clary told him. She was sat at the end of the bed flicking through her own copy of the Shadowhunter's Codex, but there was deep concern in her voice.

"I trained yesterday." Simon shrugged.

She sighed quietly. "I'm fed up of you being in this mood. Just talk to her already."

"I wouldn't know what to say." Simon admitted. He missed Isabelle like crazy. He craved her, longed for her kiss, to hold her and be with her. But she hadn't spoken to him in two days, and whenever they ran into each other in the training room or the kitchen she would hurry past him without a word.

"Whatever you feel is the right thing to say." Clary said, and then sighed. "Sorry, I'm not the best at these kind of talks."

Simon smiled slightly. "You're doing good." He encouraged teasing, and she hit his foot.

A gentle tapping of fingers against the door sounded, and Simon sat up as it opened. He was shocked when Isabelle appeared. "Simon?" She almost whispered, her voice trembling.

Simon got up and opened the door wider. She stood before him looking broken, tears streaming down her face, her mascara running slightly even though she attempted to brush it away.

"Can I talk to you?" She asked in a voice that didn't sound like her usual confidence filled tone. "Please?"

He nodded. "Sure, come in."

Clary got up. "I'll leave you two to talk." She said, smiling to Isabelle kindly as she slipped past her and shut the door behind her. It was just Simon and Isabelle now.

"I came to talk to you, because I wanted to say sorry." She said, and he could tell that it was paining her to say this, to show her real emotions. However hard he tried, he still couldn't get her to feel completely comfortable with them being so close. He knew everything about her down to the smallest detail, and he knew she knew everything about him, but Isabelle had always been very guarded, her heart and emotions surrounded by an armored case.

He gazed down at her, at the girl who had always remained him of an actual angel. An angel who never used to be able to trust anyone who wasn't her family, who never opened up until she trusted you. The beautiful, sarcastic, brave, proud angel that he had fallen in love with so uncontrollably.

"Issy." He whispered, wanting to reach out and hug her, to feel her lips against his. He wanted to feel her body next to hers where it belonged.

"I should never have gotten jealous over you helping Maddie." She went on, shaking her head and shaking slightly. "I never wanted things to turn out the way they did. These past few days I've felt so empty. I've missed you, I know its crazy, but without you I feel so incomplete. I hated us not talking. It was the worst few days of my life."

He cupped her face gently. "Not talking to you killed me. I love you with all my heart Isabelle, and you need to know that I would never leave you for someone else, or flirt with anyone no matter what they try to do. You are the only person I want. I want to spend the rest of my life loving you and trying to show you just how wonderful you are."

She looked like she was going to start crying again. "I love you, Simon."

With that, he leaned down and kissed her. At first, the kiss was simple and sweet, a kiss that made his heart jump around in his chest, and then it quickly turned into a passionate battle for dominance. They made they way slowly towards the bed, and Simon pulled away from her quickly to remove his shirt. She smiled, her eyes taking in his bare chest, and they kissed again with as much passion and love as humanly possible. Simon moved his lips to her neck, making her moan as she slipped her hands through the arms of her shirt and swiftly pulled the material over her head and slung it to the ground.

Simon moved his hands down her body till they came to the backs of her calves, and he picked her up, meeting her lips once again. Isabelle wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, holding herself to him as her hands weaved through his hair, pulling his face even closer to hers.

He gently laid her down on the bed and hovered over her.

She titled her head to the side as he went back to kissing her neck and lower to her exposed chest. She was now only in her bra and jeans, and her skin was soft under his lips. "Never leave me." She whispered.

"Not as long as I live." He promised her, meaning it. He knew that this was the girl he would cross oceans for, he would give his own life for her, and he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

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