Im dedicating this chapter to my first ever reviewer RonaldGarcia91.

I Don't own Mortal Instruments* Pouts* ;)

Simon P.O.V.

I moan as warm calloused hands slide down my sides, surprisingly gentle even in their eagerness, and come to rest on my slender hips. Only then do I notice that, not only had my pants been taken from me, but my underwear too. A whimper is drawn out of me as a hot, wet tongue slides its way down the length of my neck and to my collar bone before a sudden bite is delivered to my nipple. I yelp loudly and try to jerk away but end up arching into him as he palms my erection. Im gasping for breath now and shuddering, still unable to fully comprehend what's happening. I freeze as the shell of my ear is licked, the whiskers of his goatee scratching against my skin and ratcheting up my arousal.

" You're mine angel. No one, NO ONE, touches what's mine. I am never letting you out of my sight again." He whispers the words in my ear and they're so full of anger and hate that I almost miss what he was trying to hide. Because in those words there was fear, honest fear and love. I gasp.

" Yes, oh, whatever you say Va-"

I wake up, jerking slightly and burying my face in the firm, warm pillow. I stay like that for several minutes as I almost drift back to sleep, but then my pillow moves. My pillow. Frigging. Moved.

I jerk away, pushing against my "pillow" and hear a grunt as it falls off the bed, onto the floor. I get on my hands and knees and look over the edge of the bed, my eyes widening at the sight of the man rolling on the floor, cupping his groin and face clenched in agony. I watch him for several minutes before looking around the room, a small bubble of panic rising in my chest when I don't immediately recognize the room im in. Sitting back I shiver at the chill in the room and look down, pursing my lips I lean over the side of the bed again and tap him on the shoulder. He looks at me and I smile calmly, that really should have been his first warning.

" Hi, um, where am I?" I ask, my voice calm and sweet. Second warning. He stares at me for several seconds, as if he's startled by something, before jerking out of it and climbing back onto the bed.

" Oh, you're in the west wing of The Institute. Not many know about it." I nod slowly, trying not to explode. To much.

" Ah OK," I smile again. " Now, what's your name and WHY THE FUCK AM I NAKED!?" I yell the last part in his ear and he flinches away from me, falling off the bed. Again. How clumsy can this guy be, I mean really.

" GAH!" I look at him, eyebrow raised, and he lowers his eyes, a slight blush on his cheeks. " I, ah, my name's Valentine," My eyes go wide. " And you're naked 'cause you were covered in dirt and dressed in rags.

I narrow my eyes at him and scowl. " Those are not rags. That's my favorite science related joke shirt and comfiest pair of shorts." I pout and he stares at me again. He winces and my eyes narrow at him. He gestures over to the corner where a pile of cloth sits.

" Um, yeah, they're kind of ruined now. I had to cut them off." I sigh in aggravation and wrap the sheets around myself before sliding off the bed. I hear a him let loose a sound somewhere between a shriek and a moan and look at him eyebrow raised again. He smiles sheepishly and I notice another blush staining his cheeks. I glance into his eyes and suck in a sharp breath.

I hadn't told anyone, but when I was captured by the vampires and bitten it had unlocked something in me, a power. When I looked into some ones eyes I could read their thoughts, emotions, and see images of what they had seen, usually from the last twenty- four or forty-eight hours. And damn his thoughts were shouting. I blink and my knees buckle as information runs through my head.

The planning, and plotting, and his real goal. Him killing Clary and her mother, then seeing me, and the sudden wave of affection and protectiveness. Him carrying me to the bedroom and washing me gently, before climbing under the covers with me. His happiness and content when I wrapped myself around him, my arms around him, face buried in his neck, and leg thrown over his. How he'd tried his hardest not to outright jump me when I started moaning and wriggling in my sleep. I blush at his thoughts of what he wanted to do, still wants to do, to me in bed. I hear the words ' All night, Every night' several times in their.

Honestly I wasn't all that torn up over Clary's death. For years I had thought of her as my sister, despite the common belief I had the hot's for her, and her mom as my second mother. But then, as I was being rescued, I had looked into Clary's eyes and seen everything. Her manipulating me into taking her to the club, pretending she didn't know what was happening and screaming at just the right moment to grab Jace's attention. The fake innocence, leading us on a wild goose chase, heck, even my kidnapping had been orchestrated by her. In short she was a grade- A b**** and probably deserved what she got. I would miss her, sure, it was only natural, but all in all I knew I was better off without her. I clench my eyes closed to avoid any more visions, and lean into the arms that had wrapped around me.

That was another thing about my 'gift' when ever it happened I usually only had a slight head rush then it would be gone. But in very strong cases it could leave me dizzy, sick, fatigued, and, very rarely, unconscious.

A sigh sounds in my ear as fingers card through my hair gently, stroking the mousy brown strands from my face. I had never considered myself pretty, or beautiful, or even mildly attractive. With a tallish thin body, light muscles, slightly pale skin, dark blue eyes, and an angularly elfish face with delicate features I had never garnered much attention from either sex. But to him, I was all of those things and more. I feel myself laid back onto the bed and covered again, Valentine settling himself behind me. Right before I fall back asleep again I his voice in my ear.

" Tomorrow, we are going shopping."

Next time is a shopping trip and a visit to Magnus. Hilarity ensues. ;)