Chapter Song(s):
Love the way you lie~Ariana Grande
Stay~Leroy Sanchez
Never Let Me Go~Florence+The Machines
Black Flies~The Frontier City
`-_Simon_-`
"Who is she?" Simon asked as soon as the door closed behind of Isabelle. He only barely caught a glimpse of the little girl sleeping in the big bed. She looked so tiny.
"She's my daughter."
"But who's her father?" He said, his voice coming out more broken than he realized it could.
She looked down, and then grabbed his wrist and dragged him behind her. He could've resisted her, no problem. It just felt so good to have his skin against hers again. The door clicked close behind them, and then he realized whose room it was. Hers. "Wow, it's like I never left."
"Who's room is my daughter staying in?"
"Alec's. And how did you figure it out?"
"It's not really that hard. She looks like both me and you."
"Yeah. I have a lot of explaining to do."
"No shit."
"But first…"
"What, are you gonna take a selfie?"
She gave a short laugh. "No. But first, I just want to kiss you again." She closed the small distance between them and brought her lips down on his. It was just a brush, but he wasn't having any of this hesitant nonsense. He gripped her face in his hands and kissed her with a hunger that always settled down to a deep ache in him every day. One had fisted in her silky hair, the other touching the smooth skin at her waist, brushing the edge of her sweater. She looked so different than he remembered, yet all the same. He'd memorized every edge of her, every tiny detail, right down to the tiny freckle on the back of her hand. Her hair was shorter, going just past her shoulders and inch or two. She was also wearing jeans, and a thin tank top with a sweater over it. Grey, and V-neck, which just made her eyes stand out more. He tugged that sweater off now, as well sat the tank top. Sure, she was beautiful in them, but they needed to go. It had been so long since her skin had been against his. The air seemed to be tinged with electricity, and he had never felt more alive. His shirt went, too, tossed somewhere he couldn't bring himself to care one bit about. He kissed every perfect inch of her, hooking her legs around his waist. Her arms wound around his neck, touching the edges of his hair. Simon breathed in her taste, her smell, took in every part of her that meant the world to him. Everything.
^Isabelle^
As her back hit the bed, she broke away to trace the hard lines of his stomach, the curve of his jawline which was now just dotted here and there with stubble. It seemed impossible, but it was almost as if he had…aged, just like she had. She was now twenty two, which had to make him at least twenty three. "You have no idea how much you mean to me." The word came out in just a whisper, but it made her impossibly happy to hear them. It felt like this was their private universe, nothing else mattering. "Then show me." She whispered.
He did.
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