HI! So I wrote this tonight so it's unedited but I didn't think I could edit this beautiful angst/fluff scene. Right now I feel awful because some people will find me and kill me now but... oh well...? Have fun reading this! :D
I stared after Simon as he ran off. What had I done? And why did he care so much? Was this some best friend / brother protectiveness coming in? Well, I wouldn't know; this had never happened before.
"Simon…" I started as I followed him. "I don't know what I've said wrong or what I've done wrong. Please, just tell me."
But he just kept walking. Simon would only ever do this to me if I had done something bad enough to ruin our friendship – which was never. I felt awful. I didn't know he would react like this. How was I meant to know? Why? Why did he care? Why did he care so much?
"Simon, please… Was it the kiss?"
At that, he tensed. I had hit a nerve. What was wrong with a kiss? Anger suddenly flushed through me: did my mom pay him to stop something like this? It was the type of thing she would do, never letting me have any social life other than Simon. It was like house arrest since Simon was practically my brother.
"What's wrong with the kiss, Simon? What is the matter?"
Anger flashed to sorrow as I recalled how my mom wasn't there for me anymore. That demon – I choked on the air as I thought about it – had taken her. I didn't know if she was okay… or even alive. I didn't know where she was or who had taken her. She remained a mystery to me that haunted my nightmares and what was even worse was the fact that the Clave wasn't even trying to find her. All I had was Simon and Jace (since Luke seemed uninterested). And before Jace, all I had was Simon. I couldn't lose him because of a kiss – just one kiss, for my birthday.
Simon carried on down the interlinked halls. I remembered my first time trying to find my way around this maze of walls. With each cross-over, each junction, the visible tension buzzing through Simon increased.
"Simon, just tell me where you are trying to go."
He sighed and turned to face me as he reached the point of a corner in the corridor. His eyes were a picture of a mental battle being viciously fought out in front of me. Simon ran a cautious hand through his midnight black hair.
"I…I…" Simon began.
He finally seemed to settle on something as he stepped towards me, closing the gap between us to just a few centimetres.
"Sorry, Clary, I just want you to be happy."
Simon suddenly shook his head and started again.
"Damn it. No that's not what I'm trying to say. Clarissa Fray, I want you to be the happiest you can be – believe me. But I want you to be happy… with me," Simon finished.
He finally closed the gap between us fully and cautiously brushed his lips to mine. Something in me suddenly cracked and I couldn't hold back any longer. Seventeen years of mixed up feelings caught up with me all at once and I was promptly kissing him back with everything I had. It was different to my first kiss that evening. This time it was faster and more intense. Simon was less careful with me – but I didn't expect him to be.
His arms that were hanging by his side uselessly slid tentatively around my waist. I shivered as the gesture that had been friendly for so long instantly took a different meaning. I reached up to tangle his hair in my fingers and had to pull him down. Damn my height, I thought. I felt him chuckle against my lips at my frustration. I couldn't help but smile back.
One of his hands stayed put at the base of my spine while the other skimmed up and down my back to finally rest on my neck, pulling me closer and closer. My free hand slid down his side to sit on his hip. He reacted with a groan against my mouth, which I couldn't help but love him more for it. I knew then that I wasn't the only one who felt that way. I knew then that I wasn't the only one who would react like that.
Without warning, Simon sharply drew back and opened his mouth to say something. I could see by the pained look on his face that it must have been something about Jace. I didn't want to hear it so I placed one finger on his lips to stop him.
"Simon Lewis…"
He leaned in so his lips brushed my ear.
"Happy Birthday, Clary."
Hope you enjoyed this, guys! This is a tribute to all the Climon shippers because I never thought that Clace worked... *please don't kill me* This is my longest chapter so far so you are lucky people. :D Once again please review, any thoughts or errors that you can see please point out. BTW this is a kind-of AU "One different choice; one different world".
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