012. Between the sheets {Clary/Simon}

Simon felt the smile curving his lips before he could stop it. "Okay, now I want to say something smart-ass back at you, but all I can think is…"

Clary grinned up at him cheekily. Her lips were swollen and pink and Simon felt a protective, proud roar in his chest. That's from kissing me. Me. "That you want sex?"

Every cell of Simon's body set aflame. Of course he'd imagined it before – it was the stuff of all his dreams and at least 76% of his waking thoughts – but never with Clary spread out under him with that smile.