Hey here's a very quiz Simon and Isabelle fic for you. :)

"I'm sorry."

I turned to find my boyfriend Simon standing in the doorway, his hands in his pockets and his face slightly red, he looked embarrassed to be returning to the new apartment. Getting to my feet from where I sat at the breakfast bar, I folded my own arms across my chest and shook my head.

"No, Si, I should be sorry."

"Izzy, no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you so upset." Simon persisted, coming to stand close to me. "It's just-"

Pressing my finger against his lips, I gently shushed him. "Don't, Simon. I've been a total bitch and-"

"Just let me say sorry Isabelle, please, it's really not your fault!" He continued, his words tickling my finger.

I rolled my eyes, brushing my fingers against his jawbone. He looked extra beautiful today, his hair was tousled from the wind and his eyes were bright, and when he looked at me with puppy dog eyes… "Let's just not apologise anymore if we can't agree on who should be apologising." I suggested, laughing a little.

"I can't stand fighting with you."

"Let's not fight then!" I rolled my eyes, Simon could be exasperating sometimes, though of course I loved him all the more for that. "I've got something a lot better in mind." I lowered my voice to a whisper, pressing my forehead against his.

"Oh, and what's that?"

Laughing again, I placed one single gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth, "Something I'm pretty sure we could both enjoy right now."

"Well…"

"Please. I'm so horny, Simon! I have been since we woke up but then we fought and you left and I've… I just really need to fuck you."

Simon's eyes widened in shock but he smiled appreciatively, "I think that could be arranged."

"Good." I gasped, suddenly unable to control my lust anymore. Not even bothering to leave the kitchen, my fingers rushed to unbutton my silk shirt and I let the fabric fall to the floor, so I wore only my bra, a short skirt and heels.

"If you're not going to let me say the word, let me apologise by treating you to something." Simon murmured into my hair, and I grinned.

"I'm definitely not about to complain about that." I breathed, and Simon's hands squeezed below my thighs as he lifted me to sit on the breakfast bar, and he hitched my skirt up, pulling off my lacy boyshorts.

"You've definitely been horny all day." Simon teased, feeling the wetness between my legs.

"Believe me, I know," I hissed, wishing he would hurry up and start pleasuring me.

He only laughed some more, but when I moaned pleadingly he started to let his fingers wander around in my lady garden, and automatically he hit the perfect spot.

"Oh, my baby, you're… you're so-" Simon gushed breathlessly.

"I know I'm so wet so hurry up and eat me out." I demanded, not caring enough for slow, sexy dirty talk.

Trying not to laugh some more, Simon pushed my shoulders back gently and I took the hint, lying back across the breakfast bar, it was uncomfortable but it would do, I needed him right there and right then. I watched as Simon pushed my skirt higher up my body, and then gasped in relief as his fingers returned to my clit, moving in the perfect formation which was now all too familiar to him. Not keeping me waiting for too long, he bent his head and tentatively poked his tongue out, first licking my inner thighs, making me want to beg for mercy from the horny torture. At long last his tongue entered me and automatically I started whimpering and moaning before his tongue had even found the g spot.

"Simon, quit the foreplay." I pleaded, "Fuck me."

Obliging automatically, Simon stood up and yanked his pants down faster than ever before, his cock immediately sprung free, and it was exceptionally hard.

"Say hello to Mr D!"

I rolled my eyes, "Simon, I told you to stop calling your cock Mr D."

"What about Richard, Dick for short?"

"Simon, that's like me being called Person, that is a dick it doesn't need a name and it doesn't need to be named Dick-"

"But…"

"Whatever, I don't care just-"

"Right!" Simon agreed, and then he thrusted automatically into me.

I hadn't meant for him to be that fast but the quick sudden pain didn't last long, and soon the intense pleasure that came from his giant, juicy cock pumping in and out of my body covered even the painful feeling of the countertop pressing into the small of my back.

"I'm going to come, Iz!"

"Me too." I wailed, "Now, Simon, please."

We came simultaneously, our juices mixing together on the counter. Both of us gasping for air, Simon helped me down from the juice bar and laughed. "Wow."

"Wow indeed." I muttered, "That's the quickest we've ever-"

"Yeah. Come on, let's go write down some name suggestions for The Cockie Monster."