Simon was the one in the relationship that had a passion and love for music; he always had for as long as he could remember. He remembered being small and learning-for the first time-how to play guitar, then as he got older he began to learn the bass, which in the end stuck. Clary had always screamed and blocked her ears when he was first learning, but never the less she stuck by him through it all. They had been best friends for as long as they could remember, but luckily-or unluckily- she now was free of his music, and now had to put up with the oversized ego and vanity of her boyfriend, Jace Herondale.
He was sat on the end of his girlfriend's bed, his feet propped against the hope chest that sat at the end of her bed. Isabelle Lightwood was his girlfriend of coming up four years, and he couldn't be happier with her, no matter how different they were. Isabelle-or Izzy as she demanded to be called-was a lot like her step-brother Jace and liked to inflict pain, as well as be the one people always see. So when they had met, it had been a funny comparison; like the popular girl with the nerdy, quiet boy.

Simon switched the radio on, flicking through the frequencies until he reached a song he knew and began strumming the bass along quietly, while singing along. He knew he was getting louder and louder as he was singing, but the rest of household's residents were out on a hunt, he on the other hand was banned from going this time, after what happened last time. Simon thought it was rather stupid that he wasn't allowed to go, just because he mistaken an open manhole for the rest of the road and fell down it. Thankfully he wasn't too badly injured and was able to be healed with a couple of Iratze, except now Jace wouldn't let him live it down.
Simon was still singing along loud, despite his thoughts and his wandering mind. He didn't, however, notice the mass of black hair that now stood in the doorway grinning from ear to ear. When he turned his head, he clamped his mouth shut so hard that his teeth mashed together with a sharp crack, and he blushed a furious red. Izzy was laughing in the doorway, and he could see she was trying her hardest not too.

When he had stopped his blushing and covering his face over with his hands, and Izzy had stopped her hysterical laughter; she finally crossed the room and knelt on her knees on the chest between his legs. She smiled up at him lovingly, yet with a playful smirk pulling against one side.

"So, Simon, is this what you do while I'm out getting my hands dirty? Sing till your hearts content?" Simon grinned down at her playfully despite his blush and nodded. He reached out and ran his hands over her gear covered arms, pushing her long black hair over her shoulders and down her back.

"Yes, yes I do. Though you say 'getting your hands dirty', I thought you repelled the dirt, because you're good at heart?" He grinned down at her, his blush fading. Izzy was laughing again and smacked his arm playfully. He loved looking at her, she was like an angel all in black; she'd fight for her family and those she loved till the bitter end, and he loved her for that.

"I do repel the dirt, I just wanted to make you feel guilty, but now I have some news that will make you feel better. I think." Izzy smiled up at him and winked, leaning up and pressing a chaste to his lips. She trailed her lips across his cheek and up across the shell of his ear, while breathing gently as she spoke. "You actually have a good voice, for singing. It's beautiful."

Simon blushed terribly, while Izzy began placing kisses across his cheek and jaw, moving the direction of his throat and collarbone. She always was the more dominant between them, but at the moment he wished for nothing more than Magnus's magic, so he could shut the bedroom door. His mind shut down on itself when she kissed him in a specific spot, everything else was forgotten.

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