Isabelle looked like a fantasy. Simon couldn't stop his eyes from popping out of his head as he looked her up and down. Her chest was the first thing he noticed. The crease line where her breasts met was displayed to its best by the curved neckline of her dress. It wasn't until he saw the silver stilettos she was wearing that he realized why his eyes had gone there first. How did heels make all women's curves look better anyway? The thin silver heels did wonderful things to her legs as well. The slit down the side of her dress revealed just enough of her legs to make him understand with perfect clarity how spectacular those legs were. The curves of her hips caught his eyes next. The dress was fitted tight to her skin and he could see the muscles at her hips move as her chest rose and fell… and now he was looking at her cleavage again.
He tried to focus on her face but even that mesmerized him. She was wearing makeup but not so much as to be obvious. Her full red lips were turned up in a smile and her eyes glistened. Her eyes were brown but they were a rich warm brown and her cheeks had just a touch of pink to them. The few strands of her hair hanging loose made him very aware of the oval shape of her face.
Simon eventually remembered that he needed to move. Shaking his head he opened the door for her and was very glad she was no longer looking at him when he saw the back of her dress. The sheer see-through fabric left nothing to the imagination as he saw her perfect skin all the way to her lower back.
Oh god, what was this girl doing here with him?
Simon swallowed as he moved around the van to get into the driver's seat. At least he was a guy with wheels. Thank goodness Eric's mom hadn't needed the van tonight.
As Simon sat down he saw her look at him and again lost the ability to function.
"Dress nice," Simon managed to stutter. "I mean is nice."
"Oh do you like it?" Izzy grinned. "I hadn't noticed." Simon made some rather incoherent noises that couldn't be mistaken for speech. Thank god they had agreed on the restaurant already, Simon thought, or he would have to find a way to ask her! At the moment that didn't seem possible.
They drove in silence for a ways before Izzy's spoke. "Got any plans for your summer vacation?"
"My friend Eric wants to start a band," Simon said. It was the first sentence he had managed to string together since seeing her in the dress and he was rather proud of himself for it. Though since he had to keep his eyes on the road rather than on her luscious lips that was probably why.
"Oh, what are you going to call your band?" Izzy asked energetically.
"Eric wants to call it Lawn Chair Crisis," Simon said. "But no one agrees with him."
"That's a funny name," Izzy giggled. Simon couldn't turn his eyes from the road but he liked the sound of her laugh. It was so light and casual. She seemed like a bird to him. Free and floating. Not to be tied down.
"Eric roped his friends Matt and Kirk into joining," Simon said. "Matt likes the name Rock Solid Panda and Kirk wants the band to be called Champagne Enema."
"Well," Izzy said. "It sounds like you spend more time making up names than actually playing music."
Simon didn't know what to say now. Should he keep listing all the stupid names for the fake band his friends had come up with? There were quite a few of them.
Rodent Funeral. Guinea Pig Death Posse. Salacious Mold. Millenium Lint. Midnight Burrito. Dangerous Stain. Mojo Pie.
"It's a lovely evening," Izzy said and Simon snapped his mind back from listing band names. Out of the corner of his eye Simon thought he saw her looking out of the window. He quickly turned his full attention back to the road before his eyes moved down the exposed skin neck and down her back. That would undoubtedly lead to Simon driving his friend's mom's car into a building.
Thankfully they pulled into the restaurant parking lot soon after that. Simon parked then got quickly out of the car to open her door. The first time he had done this he had thought he caught something in her expression that said she didn't need doors opened for her but he was relieved not to see it now.
"Shall we?" Izzy said, holding out her arm to him. He gulped before intertwining his arm with hers.
Simon was wearing the nicest clothes he owned which in this case was a ironed button up solid coloured shirt and black dress pants but even so he felt extremely underdressed as he walked into the restaurant with Isabelle on his arm.
After answering the question yes it was only two of them for dinner, they followed the host down a few aisles to an isolated table at the back. Simon sat across from Izzy and tried to bring his heart rate back down by reading the menu.
This didn't work however as Simon's heart rate went right back up again as he stared at the prices. Izzy had picked the restaurant and suddenly he was hoping she wanted to split the check.
"Oh have you tried their bacon wrapped scallops?" Izzy asked. "I think we should get it as an appetizer."
Simon wondered if that was why she had asked him out. Did she want him to pay for a extremely expensive dinner then never speak to him again?
"I'm not really that hungry," Simon said.
"Well I am," Izzy said. "I made sure to have a light lunch."
"Great," Simon said trying to keep the sarcasm out of his voice.
"What do you want?" Izzy asked smiling at him. She was so much more beautiful when she smiled. It was like her face came alive with it. Simon decided even if she only wanted a good dinner out of him he was here now with her and he should enjoy the moment. What did he really need money for anyway?
"I haven't decided yet," Simon said forcing himself to look at the foods and not the prices. Once he was actually thinking about the food, choosing one wasn't so difficult. When Simon told her what he wanted she flagged down a waiter so fast Simon was pretty sure she used a lasso.
"I shall have one order of the bacon scallops as an appetizer," Izzy said to the blonde women holding the notepad. Izzy then ordered for main course and his before requesting refills on both their drinks.
"So who does what in your band?" Izzy asked as the waiter left.
"My yet to be actualized band you mean?" Simon asked. She nodded. "Well Eric's the drummer. Kirk thinks he can sing. Matt hasn't decided and I would be the bassist."
"Oh what instrument do you play?"
"I used to be in guitar lessons," Simon said. "But remember this is a band my friend wants to start this summer in his parents garage."
"I think you should take your friend up on this idea and start a band," Izzy said. "My vote for the name is The Mortal Instruments."
"Where'd you get that from?" Simon asked.
"Well you are playing instruments and you're all mortal," Izzy said. "Does it have to have more meaning than that?"
"I guess not," Simon said. "Guinea Pig Death Posse certainly doesn't mean anything more."
"There you see," Izzy said grinning at him. Simon knew it was his turn to choose a topic. What did he know about Izzy so far? Her brother was in the hospital but she may not want to talk about that. Her father had an affair but that wasn't very good first date talk either. She was a very efficient texter judging by the time stamps of her spam texts but he wasn't sure how to make that a conversation topic.
"Max comes home from the hospital tomorrow," Izzy said beaming. Simon hadn't realized all the muscles in his shoulder had been tight until her easy words saved him from having to pick the topic.
"That's great," Simon said, letting out the breath he had been holding. "Glad he is okay."
"Me too," Izzy said. "Thanks for putting up with all my texts by the way. I know I woke you up."
"It's okay," Simon said. "I don't need sleep."
"Are you a vampire or something," Izzy giggled.
"I think vampires sleep in coffins," Simon said.
"Depends on the vampire," Izzy said. "I think those Twilight ones don't sleep."
"It's funny. You don't strike me as a girl who reads Twilight," Simon said.
"You caught me," Izzy said. "I haven't read them. I just hear things. There was a while there when it seemed every girl at school would talk about nothing else."
"Yeah," Simon said. "I remember. We go to the same school."
"Right," Izzy said. "I wonder why I never noticed you before then?"
"I wonder why you noticed me now," Simon said.
"You made me laugh," Izzy said. "At bowling. And you are cute."
"Again with the cute," Simon said. "It makes me sound like a puppy or something."
"You would be such a cute puppy!" Izzy giggled.
"Thanks," Simon muttered sarcastically. "That's much better." Izzy giggled at him again and this time he just watched the way it made her eyes sparkle. Her shoulders shook with laughter and Simon's gaze travelled along her collarbone and the neckline of her dress before he realized he was staring at her chest again. He quickly snapped his eyes back up to her face.
"Definitely picked the right dress," Izzy said smirking. She seemed happy that he was being such a creep which Simon didn't understand at all.
Thankfully Izzy's appetizer arrived at that moment and saved him from having to come up with something to say to her remark.
"You really should have ordered one of these," Izzy said. "They are divine."
"Well there is bacon wrapped around it," Simon said. "Which is rarely a bad thing."
"Here try one," Izzy said, picking up a scallop wrapped in bacon on her fork and holding it in front of his mouth. This was either very romantic or rather childish and Simon wasn't sure which as he opened his mouth and took the fork in.
Of course it tasted amazing.
"Oh that is good," Simon said.
"You want the last one?" Izzy asked as she pushed the plate toward him.
"Only if you don't want it," Simon said. She chuckled but pushed the plate farther across the tablet toward him. Simon picked up his fork and quickly finished off her appetizer.
The food arrived shortly after that and the only words they exchanged while eating were in regards to how great the food was. For such a beautiful girl, Isabelle sure didn't skim on dinner. Simon thought she probably had some fancy workout routine or was just very lucky. Simon knew he had nothing close to a six-pack but for a nerd who never ran unless required to by a high school gym teacher he wasn't that flabby.
"I am stuffed!" Izzy said as she pushed her plate away and laid back in the chair. Simon was very full as well. The food here may be expensive but at least it was worth it.
"Would you like dessert?" the waitress asked as she cleared away their plates.
"Simon would you like to split a dessert with me?" Izzy asked.
"Sure," Simon said. Izzy turned back to the waitress and ordered the chocolate explosion whatever that was. Simon found out what it was when it arrived and true to its name it was a chocolate explosion. Simon suspected there was a piece of chocolate cake under there somewhere but it was rather hard to know due to the chocolate and caramel drizzled all over it.
"You want more?" Izzy asked as she make her fork covered in sugary goodness dance in front of him. She had insisted on feeding him the cake and somehow every time she did it she managed to make him blush. Was everything this woman did sensual?
Simon did in fact want more so he obliged her. The cake was warm and sweet and despite how full he was he regretted nothing.
Simon was jolted back to reality when the check came. Simon leaned forward to read it. Yep Maia and him were definitely going to the park tomorrow as it was now the only place Simon could afford. Simon reached for the check, still on the fence about whether or not it would be worth it, when Izzy snatched it out of his hands.
"We are going to split it," she said, grinning. "It's only fair since I picked the super fancy restaurant."
Simon's mouth fell open as he watch Izzy pull some cash out of her little shiny purse and place it on the table. Simon never carried cash so when the waiter returned her requested the debit machine to pay his half.
Once they were all settled up they both got up out of their chairs and walked arm in arm out of the restaurant back to the car. Simon's theory as to why she wanted to go out with him was now blown and he was speechless.
When they reached the car Simon made to open the door for her but she put her hand over his to stop him. When Simon turned around she was very close. He could feel her breath on his neck.
And then she was kissing him and Simon wasn't sure what to do with his hands. Should he put them on her hips or was that too much? Her shoulders were rather higher up but maybe that was a better place for his hands. Why did he have such awkward arms anyway? Couldn't they just know where they were supposed to be and stop getting in the way?
Simon forgot his arms as he felt her tongue slide across his lips, parting them. She pushed him up against the car as she continued to kiss him vigorously. He had the distinct feel this kiss was happening to him rather than with him but it was still wonderful. She was so confident in this.
When Izzy's hands were resting on his waist Simon decided he could place his hands on hers. He could feel the warmth of her skin through the sheer red fabric of her dress and followed an instinct he didn't realize he had he pulled her tighter against him. She was in his arms now and he felt like he was getting better at this though he was still pinned against the car and had no control over the situation whatsoever.
When Isabelle released him her lips were a little swollen and less red. Simon thought that was rather strange. Why would her lip colour have lightened? Then he realized he was probably covered in her lipstick.
She giggled at him as he wiped his mouth on his sleeve and looked at the red smudge there.
"Does lipstick come out of in the wash?"
"Sometimes," Izzy smirked as she opened the passenger side door and got into the car. Simon walked slowly around the car and got in.
"Are you okay?" Izzy sniggered. Simon was sitting with his hands on the steering wheel staring off into space straight ahead of him.
"Just waiting for my head to stop spinning," Simon said.
"If you want I could help make it spin more?" Izzy said as she leaned closer to him. Simon held his breath. Her hand touched the side of his face and he turned to look into her chocolate coloured eyes.
Simon couldn't speak, not only because he had stopped breathing but also due to the fact Isabelle's mouth had covered his again. This time his hands didn't hesitate to hold her and she moved toward him without breaking the kiss.
She was so agile as she moved from her seat to his. Soon she was straddling him with her back against the steering wheel. Simon's hands held her waist and his head but tilted up to meet her lips. It didn't take long for Simon's body to react to the situation. It wasn't his fault! A breathtakingly beautiful woman was sitting on him and kissing him senseless of course he was turned on.
"Up for more I see," Izzy whispered, grinning through their kiss. He was sure she could feel it from where she sat on his lap. He could feel her. The sudden idea made him so anxious he froze.
"Not tonight though," Izzy whispered. Simon was relieved. His body may have other ideas but he had had enough new experiences to process for one night.
Isabelle kissed down his jawline and Simon's head turned automatically to let her. She was like a venus fly trap and he was the ensnared fly caught in her trap. He knew despite everything if she wanted him right now he would have been powerless to resist her.
When Izzy stopped kissing his neck she slid back into her own seat. Simon stared forward again waiting for his blood to return to his brain. He could feel Izzy's eyes on him.
"You are cute," she said. "Nerdy but cute."
"Thanks," Simon said awkwardly.
"Oh so you like being called cute now?" Izzy asked.
"No," Simon said. "I have just given up on stopping you." Isabelle was a force of nature after all. If she wanted to call him cute she was going to no matter his opinion on the matter.
After a few moments Simon's mind felt clear enough to drive. They talked some more on the drive home about his band and her brothers. Izzy was really looking forward to seeing Max tomorrow and she seemed rather concerned about Alec at the moment. He was having a hard time since he accidentally introduced Magnus to his parents.
Simon parked the van in Izzy's driveway and turned to her. He didn't know what to say.
"I had a lovely time tonight Simon," Izzy said. "Let's do this again, okay?"
"Okay," Simon said. Izzy smiled at him, kissed him on the cheek and got out of the car. Simon pinched his arm to make sure he wasn't dreaming before driving home.
As Simon entered his house and saw the picture of him and Clary at the beach when they were seven that lived on the mantle he realized he hadn't thought about Clary once all evening.
Beta read by Rosycat
