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One month later (four months into the marriage)
Gleaming sunlight invading the room through a slight opening of the drapes was enough to wake Isabelle up. She had been hunting all night with Simon, Jace and Clary, so, it was only natural to wake up at three in the afternoon. She rolled around in the rumpled sheets, stretching and yawning.
"Simon? Are you in the bathroom?", she asked, but no one answered. Her eyes glanced around the room and stopped on a white envelope and a rose , placed on Simon's nightstand. She smiled and picked up the envelope with her name written on it , gently removing a piece of paper from it before reading it.
Dear Mrs. Isabelle Sophia Lewis,
You are cordially invited to a romantic date with your husband, Simon Lewis. Meet me at this address at 8 p.m.
Fondly,
Simon.
Isabelle couldn't help but blush and laugh at the same time at Simon's cuteness and geekyness. Her mother used to always tell her that if a man made you laugh, you should marry him on the racked her brain to try and figure out where exactly Simon was taking her, because she didn't know what to wear. She googled the address on her phone and found out that it was a five star extremely elegant restaurant. She got out of bed and started getting ready, worrying whether 4 hours would be enough, because she needed one hour to get there at 8.
After taking a shower and applying all the creams and oils on the planet all over her body, making her skin silky-smooth , she sat at her vanity to do her hair and make-up. She applied golden make-up with winged black eye-liner and red lipstick. She straightened her hair and picked a golden,long dress, with a deep slit that would most certainly make Simon put on a black elegant jacket to cover her runes and heels and went out the door.
She arrived at the restaurant at a quarter to eight, beaming with content at her punctuality. She entered and a tall, elegantly dressed man took her coat and asked for the name of the reservation. He lead her to an enourmous hall which was probably used for weddings. She gasped , her eyes roaming the room, slowly taking everything in. Gentle piano music was playing in the background, while candles lit the entire room, giving it a mysterious romantic air. Simon was standing in the middle of the room, dressed in a neat black suit which contrasted with his loose crazy brown curls. He was smiling at her while holding a big bouquet of flowers, one hand casually slid in his pocket. Isabelle was speechless , for the first time in her life she didn't know what to say. Everything was perfect, the room ,the music, the candles, the ambiance altogether, and Simon.. Simon looked so handsome he took her breath away. She had never seen him dressed elegantly, and he was definitely a sight to see. The suit jacket clung tightly to his broad shoulders and thick muscled arms, outlining the masculine build of his body.
After staring at each other silently for over a minute , Simon came close to her. She loved the fact that even if she was wearing heels he was still taller than her and she had to lift her head slightly to meet his warm brown eyes. Her breathing accelerated and her heart started beating fast , butterflies fluttering in her stomach, making her feel nautious. Never had she been so disturbed by a man's presence. Simon cupped her face with one hand and pressed his lips to hers.
"You're breathtaking. You look so gorgeous." he said. Isabelle looked down, her thick long eyelashes casting shadows on her cheekbones and blushed."Thank you. You look very handsome ,too."she replied. "Are these for me?" she asked.
"Of course" he handed her the flowers."And no, I did not cheat on you." he added. Isabelle giggled and blushed even brighter."Thank you." Simon took her hand and lead her to a table which had been prepared for them .
"Dare I ask, what's the occasion?" Isabelle inquired, sitting down , while Simon pushed her chair gentlemanly.
"Well," he started, sitting down in front of her."I wanted to do something nice for you."
"This is more than something nice. It must have cost you a fortune !"
"Non-sense. I have many friends and many people who owe me favors for having saved their lives. So, don't you worry about that."
"The food looks delicious ." Isabelle said.
"It sure does." he smiled."Shall we?"
"I'm not hungry at the moment. I'm quite nervous" she admitted . SImon grabbed her hand over the table, tracing soothing circles in her palm.
"I know we didn't have a wedding, and how important these things are for you. So I wanted to at least make this moment in our relationship special."he said, placing his stele on the table.
Isabelle's eyes widened."You want us to draw the marriage runes?"
"As a matter of fact, yes. I love you, Isabelle." he murmured.
"I love you ,too , Simon." she said, tears forming at the corners of her eyes."I'm so excited" she laughed nervously. "But you do know you have to open your shirt right?And this is a very fancy restaurant"
"There's no one here but us. And we have the room all night." Isabelle smiled and took out her stele , getting up from her chair and going to sit on Simon's lap. She began kissing him while taking off his suit jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. Simon moaned and spoke against her lips."If you keep kissing me like that I will have no choice but to throw you on this table and have my way with you."he warned.
"Maybe later, if you're a good boy." she wiggled her eyebrows and pressed her lips gently to his."Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death."she murmured softly, drawing the runes over Simon's heart and on his arm. He watched her intently , his lips curved upward. She then slowly buttoned up his shirt and handed him his jacket to put it back on. She loved the way he looked with it on.
Simon took his stele , as well and drew the runes as gently as possible, dreading the fact that they actually hurt her. But she was a warrior, she was used to the pain."Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death." he said, kissing her lips gently.
"Tell me again that you love me" Isabelle murmured against his lips.
"I love you, Isabelle Lewis." he whispered. She wrapped him tightly in her arms , whimpering with content.
The rest of the night they continued talking and laughing , simply enjoying each other's company. Isabelle was dismayed by the fact that she won't have Simon for herself for long, and they soon would have to become three.
I know it's been a while, I'm sorry ! I may be updating this story again today so, stay tuned ! And please review and tell me what you think. I'm not that good at portraying romantic scenes, I did my best, y'all !
-Kisses !