Simon sat in an altogether far too fancy women's clothing store. If they were serving free beverages to customers Simon didn't even want to think about how much the clothes cost. This however didn't seem to be a problem for his girlfriend, which made him just a tad worried.

Thankfully he was not in this alone; Clary and Alec had been dragged along but Clary also had to buy a dress for the wedding and Alec looked more like he was in a torture chamber than a clothing store.

"Why couldn't you have dragged Magnus along?" Alec complained from where he and Simon sat staring at the closed door of the girls' changing cubicles. "He would have loved this."

"Because Magnus isn't my brother!" Izzy called from the other side of the stall door.

"You guys text enough for him to be," Alec complained.

"Friends text!" Izzy exclaimed.

"Why are we even going to the wedding?" Alec asked.

"Because my mother invited you," Clary said, also through the stall door.

"Yes but why?" Alec groaned.

"Your sister is dating my best friend," Clary explained. "And mom knows Magnus from years ago. Though I don't think she would have thought to invite him if he wasn't your plus one."

At that moment both girls exited their stalls to show off their dresses. Clary was, of course, the maid of honour and, since Jocelyn had so few female friends, Izzy had been picked to be a bridesmaid. Both girls were taking the wedding very seriously. Simon was happy to see them bonding over the whole experience even if it meant he was stuck in a dress store.

"You're beautiful," Simon said when Izzy stood in front of him in her dress.

"Humph!" Izzy scoffed.

"What?" Simon asked confused. Izzy didn't explain but turned and headed back into the changing stall, closing the door behind her.

"It's moments like this," Alec said. "That make me thankful I don't have to deal with girl drama in my love life."

"Oh please," Simon said. "Like Magnus doesn't have a flare for the dramatic." Alec laughed and hit Simon playfully on the shoulder.

Over the last few months Simon had managed to strike up a tentative friendship with Alec and was quite proud of himself for it, though he suspected Izzy and Magnus's influence had had something to do with it. Alec was even getting along well with Clary, though he suspected Izzy's influence was at play there.

Simon saw Alec texting and opened his mouth to ask who it was, but Alec put his finger over his own lips in a 'shhh' gesture then pointed to the closed stall doors warningly.

Simon learned who Alec had been texting about fifteen minutes later when Magnus arrived. The girls were in their stalls trying on yet more dresses so Magnus just casually sat beside Alec without making a sound. Alec sighed and Simon could see the tension leave Alec's face as he rested his head on his boyfriend's shoulder.

When the girls exited their stalls Clary didn't look surprised but Izzy put her hands on her hips and glared at Alec.

"You little cheater!" Izzy told him indignantly.

"If you want me to sit through hours of dresses, this is the only way I will survive," Alec stated. Magnus chuckled, looking at Alec fondly.

"But your eyes aren't even open!" Izzy complained.

"Magnus look at the dress for me, please," Alec said.

"That one has a little too much lace, Iz" Magnus commented.

"Thank you, Magnus," Izzy said. "Finally someone with something useful to say. 'You're beautiful.' Humph!"

Simon was at a loss as to how saying your girlfriend was beautiful could be a bad thing.

"See," Alec said still with his eyes closed and his head resting on Magnus's shoulder. "Magnus was the one you should have called, not me."

"Fine!" Izzy snapped. "Alec leave."

"No," Alec said. "I'm comfy." He moved a little closer to Magnus on the over-stuffed sofa thing they were all sitting on. Again if they had furniture this fancy Simon didn't want to know how much the clothes cost. Izzy stamped her feet then turned back into the changing stall and nearly slammed the door behind her.

Magnus started stroking Alec's hair absently and Simon gazed a little envious for a moment. Izzy was a bit on edge lately and he missed these kind of moments.

"You're lucky, Simon," Clary said as Magnus informed her this dress didn't have enough lace. "You just have to rent a tux." She sighed.

"Do you have your tux figured out, Alec?" Izzy snapped at him.

"Magnus has it picked out," Alec said softly still not opening his eyes.

"Magnus!" Izzy rounded on him. "You should let Alec do something!"

"What do you mean let?" Magnus chuckled. "Alec hates all clothes that aren't black with holes remember? Besides he has… other talents."

Izzy rolled her eyes. "Yes, I know you two are doing it like bunnies. Don't remind me."

"That I will neither confirm nor deny," Magnus said smoothly though Simon could see Alec blushing. "What I meant however was his success at work."

"How is pouring coffee success?" Izzy asked. Simon was surprised by her rude behaviour to her brother. Even if she was headed to law school, she didn't have to mock Alec's choices.

"He designed a new sandwich," Magnus said ignoring Izzy's jibe. "And it's been selling out. I keep telling him he should apply for cooking school."

"Magnus," Alec said finally sitting up to look at his boyfriend. "Just because I can put together a decent sandwich people like, doesn't mean I can be a chef."

"It doesn't mean you can't either," Magnus argued. "How will you know if you don't try?"

"Schools expensive," Alec said.

"I've told you, I could help with that," Magnus countered.

"Can we not have this conversation here?" Alec whined. Simon suspected they had had this conversation before since Magnus was willing to bring it up with him, Clary and Izzy around.

"Fine," Magnus sighed. "But understand that if cost is your only reason for not doing it, then you have no reason not to." Alec made a sound somewhere between a groan and a sigh then laid his head in Magnus's lap and closed his eyes.

Simon was disappointed when neither Clary nor Izzy found a dress they liked, simply because this meant more dress shopping later. The wedding was still a few months away so the girls had time, although Simon was going to ask Alec to always bring Magnus in future. The whole thing had been far more bearable once Magnus had made his appearance.

Magnus gave them all a ride home which was nice since it saved them from the horribly timed bus system. Simon really wanted to know why there were buses at all if it took longer to take one than to walk.

"Where to?" Magnus asked as he started the car. Simon was going to open his mouth and say home but Izzy beat him to it. During the drive Izzy and Magnus teamed up to encourage and harass Alec about cooking school while Simon listened. It was a very sister-brother-boyfriend dynamic and Simon didn't feel he could add to the conversation.

When they parked outside his house Simon went to kiss Izzy on the cheek and say goodbye. Izzy, however, grabbed his face and switched the kissed to her lips. When they broke apart Alec had his hand over his eyes and Magnus was grinning.

Simon decided the goodbye was implied and made to get out of the car; to his surprise Izzy followed. She waved goodbye to her brother and Magnus as they drove away. It wasn't very late yet but it was late enough that it made no sense for her to stay here when she had a ride home.

"Don't you want to take advantage of the ride home?" Simon asked. "I don't have a car right now."

"I'm not going home," Izzy said grinning.

"Ah," Simon smiled at her. Izzy had slept over before but it didn't happen often. The last time he could remember was the night he had explained the plot of Star Wars to her. His mother the next morning had given Simon a very strange look that made his ears go pink. He had quickly explained nothing had happened but he wasn't sure she believed him.

"You said your mom's away tonight remember?" Izzy said.

"Oh right," Simon said smacking his forehead. He didn't have the car because his mom had it. She had left early this morning to get to her work thing and wouldn't be back until tomorrow. Simon suddenly understood why Izzy wanted to be here and was suddenly nervous about it. Nevertheless he followed her into the house.

"Which dress did you like the most," Izzy asked once they were both inside.

"They were all beautiful," Simon said, closing the front door. Izzy rolled her eyes. "You are beautiful in anything." Izzy rounded on him before she spoke.

"If I am so freakin' beautiful then why haven't we had sex yet?" Izzy asked. Simon blushed. Izzy had never just come out and said it like that.

"I-" he stammered.

"Do you not want to?" Izzy asked. "Because if I remember our first date correctly…and most of the last few months..."

"I want to," Simon said quickly. Izzy put her hands on her hips and stared him down.

"I see," Izzy said. "So you are exercising extreme self-control just to frustrate me?" Simon stammered again but couldn't form an actual sentence. "Come on we have done everything else!"

"I'm sorry… I-"

"I don't want sorry," Izzy said wistfully. "I want you, inside me." She moaned a little and Simon blushed even worse. Izzy seemed to deflate with her confession and realize her frustrated exclamations were making Simon too uncomfortable to speak. She let out a slow breath then walked into the living room and sat down on the couch.

"I'm sorry Simon," Izzy said. "I shouldn't… I mean I know we have the whole house to ourselves tonight but that doesn't mean we have to. I won't pressure you. If you are not ready."

The image of Isabelle disappointed, looking down at the floor and hunched over made Simon feel guilty. So very guilty.

"Oh god, Izzy," Simon said as he moved quickly across the room to take her in his arms. He sat beside her on the couch and she wrapped her arms around him, resting her face in the crook of his neck.

"Please don't be upset," Simon whispered to her back. "I didn't realize you were so frustrated with me."

"You are clueless," Izzy giggled.

"That's kinda the problem," Simon whispered. Izzy pulled out of the hug to look at him.

"I know you're a virgin, Simon," Izzy said kindly. "That doesn't matter to me. I still want you."

"I'll disappoint you," Simon said in a small voice. He was unable to meet her gaze so he spoke instead to his hands. "I love you so much and I don't want to mess this up."

"Sex rarely messes up a relationship," Izzy said, a gentle giggle in her voice. "Except maybe by its absence. Is this really all you are worried about?"

"I'll be bad at it," Simon confessed. "And you deserve…" He trailed off hoping she got the idea without him having to say it. Simon felt her hand under his chin and raised his face to meet her gaze. Izzy's face was split in a truly beautiful smile as she leaned closer to him.

"I deserve you," Izzy whispered in his ear. "But even if you are the worst at sex in the history of all time, I will still love you." She kissed him sweetly and stroked the side of his face.

"You're sure?" Simon mumbled.

"Positive."

"Okay then," Simon whispered as he closed his eyes to better focus on the feel of her fingers against his cheek.

"Does now work for you?"

"Now?"

"I think we have waited long enough," Izzy said. "And we do have the house to ourselves." She grinned wickedly at him and he gulped.

"Don't look so nervous," Izzy giggled.

"Can't help it," Simon said. "I am nervous." Izzy's history was rather intimidating.

"You don't have to be," Izzy said sweetly. "It's just me and you. Nothing to be nervous about."

"I don't have-" He began but stopped as she seized his lips.

"I've been on the pill for years," Izzy whispered as she released his lips. "And I have condoms in my purse." She kissed him again but this time pushed him down on the couch. "Got any other excuses?"

"We are on a couch," Simon pointed out. "There's a bed upstairs." Izzy didn't stop grinning but raised her eyes in a look Simon chose to interpret as touché.

Izzy climbed off him and grabbed his hand in one fluid motion. Simon followed her up the stairs. Izzy closed his bedroom door then pulled her own shirt off and dropped it to the floor. She moved quickly across the room and wrapped her arms around him. Simon felt the warmth of her skin as her hands found their way under his shirt.

"Any more excuses?" Izzy asked.

"None," Simon gasped as Isabelle's nimble fingers pulled his shirt over his head.

"No one has ever made me wait so long," Izzy whispered as she traced her fingers across his chest.

"Sorry," Simon mumbled. The tingling sensation her fingers created on his skin was making him shiver. Her hands continued down until they were undoing the button on his jeans.

"You were worth the wait," Izzy whispered as she unzipped his jeans.

"How do you know?" Simon asked, his arms resting on the soft skin of her hips.

"I've never slept with someone I loved before," Izzy explained. Simon had no reply to this other than kissing her. His hands on her hips pulled her in close and a moment later he felt her hand slip into his pants. As she took hold of him he gasped into her mouth. Her touch instantly had an effect on him. The anxiety that had been holding him back until now was gone. He moved his hands to her jeans and soon had them undone.

Izzy pulled his pants and underwear off in one motion then returned her hand to take hold of him. All the while never breaking their heated kiss Simon copied her and soon all their clothes lay on the ground.

Her lips left his and made their way down his neck. Her hand was still holding his growing erection which felt amazing but he didn't know what she wanted him to do next.

"Izzy," he whispered. "What do you want me to do?" Simon felt her lips pull tight into a grin as she kissed down his chest.

"Whatever you want to do," Izzy said against his skin. Simon put his hands on her hips again and guided her to the bed. She grinned at him as he leaned forward forcing her to lay back on it.

Simon supported his weight with his arms on either side of her head and he kissed her. Her legs were spread with him in between them but she parted them still further and wrapped them around his waist. His hard arousal was touching something wet and he knew she had lined them up.

"Are you sure we don't need the condom?" Simon asked her suddenly nervous again.

"I'm clean," Izzy said. "And so are you. The pill is more effective anyway but if you're worried I can go get it."

Simon decided that if she wasn't worried he wasn't worried. Though he also wasn't sure if was capable of making any decisions at the moment. Izzy leaving, even if only for a moment, was the last thing he wanted.

Izzy bucked her hips into his and he felt himself slide in a little. She was so warm and slippery. He gasped. Izzy's hands went up to cup his face and he met her gaze.

She seized his lips with her own. Izzy bucked her hips against his again and he felt himself slide farther in. Simon didn't lose himself completely until her muscles tensed around him. He let out a gasp of surprise then, as if unable to stop himself, he started to move in and out. When Izzy bucked her hips up into him and at the same time tightened around him, it was all too much. Simon released into her, all the muscles in his body tensed for a moment before he collapsed. Izzy giggled at him.

"What?" Simon asked.

"You're right," Izzy said. "You do suck at this." But she was smiling affectionately up at him so Simon tried to prevent the anxiety from rising in him.

"You were moaning a little," Simon defended himself but he could feel a blush rising on his face.

"True," Izzy said. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his forehead. "Practice makes perfect."

"I like that idea," Simon said.

"Oh the things I shall teach you," Izzy grinned at him.

"I would like to hit my past self over the head with something heavy," Simon said. "We could have been doing this all along."

"Are you calling me easy?" Izzy mocked him.

"Nope," Simon said quickly. "I am calling me stupid."

"I love you," Izzy giggled at him. "But yes you are kinda stupid." Simon told her he loved her too then Izzy pulled the blankets up over them and snuggled in close, her slender body resting inside the curve of his arm.

"Tomorrow," she said. "You are getting a female anatomy lesson."


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