[[Notes: I am back on my climon bullshit I'm sorry their intimacy is too much for me. This can be really any verse I think? Like I think horny SimonTM is pretty books but? Idk. It's pretty vague and personal to their bond I /
Prompts: "You're the first person I think of when I wake up" from a prompt list I'm doing on AO3 and Tumblr. Crossposted to AO3, Dreamwidth, Wattpad]]

Waking up with Clary wasn't exactly new, no. There were plenty of times that Simon had woken up with Clary more than a few times. He remembered clearly the drunken night after graduation where she'd slept in his bed, and the times they'd fallen asleep studying. But the smell of Clary in his sheets was new. The shirt that fell slightly off her smaller frame wasn't new. The way her hand was combing through his hair was.

"You're already awake?" He asked, voice still thick with sleep.

She shrugged her shoulders. "I was thinking."

"I was thinking too." He closed his eyes again, nestling his face more into her side. She smelled like her cherry blossom body wash. She always said she hated smelling like food, so she always avoided edible scents.

Simon didn't mind either way, but cherry blossoms became her thing recently. It'd become a new thing about her, added to the list of things he'd learned about her over the years.

Her hand had continued to weave through his hair but now pressed one finger into the birthmark on his hip, which stuck out over his boxers, several shades darker than the surrounding skin. "Beep. You spill first then."

He wrinkled up his face. "We're twenty-four, you're still beeping me?" He sat up slightly, now leaned on his hand, looking over at her. Her red hair was coated in the sunlight rolling in from the window. "I don't really have anything to say. You're here with me."

"Always," With a laugh Clary sat up fully, looking down at him with curiosity. "What does that mean?"

"You're the first person I think about when I wake up," said Simon,. "You're here, so I don't really have to talk about it. Just enjoy it."

Clary's cheeks started to turn visibly pink. "What?" She half laughed.

Clary blushing? Over me? That's new. Thought Simon as he looked at her. Her pale complexion called the blush down her neck and he wanted to follow it with his eyes, and maybe his mouth. He slowly looked back up to her eyes.

"What?"

She looked to the side slightly. "You can't tease me so early in the morning, Simon."

Simon shifted again and he rose to his feet. "Who said I was teasing?" He walked around the bed, taking both of Clary's hands to pull her up with him, kissing the back of one of them he released the other and pulled her into the kitchen. "I'm making breakfast. Chocolate or blueberry pancakes?"

"No," said Clary. "You don't get to fluster me then talk about food."

Simon snorted. "I didn't mean to," he crossed his arms. "If it makes you feel better, I'll lie next time you ask what I'm thinking about in the morning."

Clary kissed his cheek before patting it condescendingly. "I'm not having sex with you in the kitchen, the counter hurts my back."

Simon laughed again. "Clary Fray, you have pretty much been the first person I think about when I wake up since I was fifteen years old."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "There were a lot of things I had a hard time telling you when we were younger." He knew she would have to admit that was true. She certainly couldn't hold that over him.

Clary leaned back against the counter. "Okay, I guess I'll confess something now."

Simon met her eyes. "You have my attention, Fray." He decided to humor her, his tone slightly teasing.

"Wow, this is so embarrassing." She started, covering her face for a moment. "Remember that Jurassic Park shirt you lost when we were in the eighth grade?"

He was listening a bit more clearly now. "I loved that shirt."

"Well, it must have fallen out of your bag at my place because," She stood up a bit on her toes, visibly anxious about the confession. "It ended up in Luke's laundry and I … kept it."

"You– What did you want my shirt for?"

Clary shrugged. "I slept with it a lot. I actually thought I was a freak for liking that it smelled like you until I got to high school and saw girls wearing their boyfriends shirts and jackets."

"Do you still have it?"

"I panicked and threw it away a few weeks into our first year of High School."

Simon's eyes went wide. "You threw it away?"

"So, you're not freaked out that I was a shirt gremlin but you're mad I threw it out?"

"I mean, I'm not mad. But I really liked that shirt." He pouted at her a bit dramatically.

Clary stretched up and kissed him again. Just lightly on the lips this time. "We're idiots."

He returned the kiss, snaking his arms around her waist, pulling her tightly against his body. "Yes, we are." He ran his tongue over her lower lip before continuing to glide his lips against hers.

She broke the kiss. "What else is new?"

He licked his lips and nearly leaned in for another kiss, he had started to when he paused. "What were you thinking about this morning? You never said."

He left a kiss on her jaw, and then her neck. Just a ghost of his lips against her could tell she liked the affection by the way her fingers flexed on his arms.

"Oh," she slid her hands up around his neck, hugging him close. "I was thinking about how handsome you looked asleep next to me."

Something flashed in Simon's eyes, and he hoped she didn't catch it before he buried his face in her neck. He placed another kiss on her throat. "I love you." The words came like a sigh of relief.

Clary laughed a little and rubbed his bare back, every part of Simon was familiar to her. "I love you too, Simon."

He broke the embrace and with a quick peck on the lips he moved on, going back again to the breakfast conversation. "Blueberry or chocolate pancakes?" He grinned down at her.

She thought for a moment. "How about cereal? You cooked yesterday."

"I'd cook for you every day." He said with a shrug. "I really don't mind. I can make eggs too."

"How about I cook?"

"I was joking when I told you that you had to make me sandwiches now that we're dating." Simon pointed out.

Clary rolled her eyes. "I know you were, because I would have kicked your ass if you were."

"I would have said thank you, Miss Fray."

Clary rolled her eyes. "Perv." she headed over to the sink.

"What are you doing?"

"You need to cool off,"

"No." The color left his face as she grabbed the sprayer and before he could rush forward shedrenched him with water. He pushed forward, trying to block some of the water with his hand and picked her up around her waist. "It's too early for this."

"You justhad to be horny."

"Forgive me for being horny when my hot girlfriend threatens to put me in my place." He bit down lightly on her shoulder.

Clary squeaked and turned around in his arms, the front of her shirt getting almost as soaked as he was. She kissed him again, more suddenly this time, pulling him down to her.

"I'm just trying to feed you." He sighed, their faces still inches apart, he rested his forehead against hers. He drank in their closeness while he waited for a reply.

"Lets get changed and go out to breakfast." She replied, tugging him towards the bedroom again.

He followed her out. "Fine, but I'm paying."

Yeah, some things never changed.