Fan incondicional de la maravillosa Taylor Swift, lectora empedernida. Escribo por encargo, vaya....eso suena a anuncio de pescaderia... bueno, si queréis cualquier fic, ya sea de Harry Potter, Mortal Instruments, Percy Jackson, Hunger Games, etc.... SOLO TENÉIS QUE PEDÍRMELO. Ah, se me olvidaba decir que cuando me aburro también hago pequeños momentos de nuestros queridos personajes.

 

"I’m gonna be sick"

Percy is sprawled elegantly on the couch when Annabeth, or at least an apparition that looks like her, shuffles into the room.

Percy can’t help but quirk the corner of his mouth. Annabeth’s nose is bright red, her eyes are watery, her hair is standing on end, and her pockets are full of used tissues.

“You are dot bery hebful. And stop bloody laughing. I’b sick.”

“Tea?”

“Yes, please. By throad hurts.” Annabeth walks over to his chair and plumps down into it. Percy continues to stare into space, and the flat is silent for several minutes except for the sound of Annabeth alternately sniffling and trying to blow her nose.

“The kettle isn’t boiling, Annabeth”

“I’b sick, Percy, and you wadt me to make tea?” Annabeth is sounding a little peevish through the stuffy nose now.

“Well, you were standing, and I wasn’t. Also, didn’t you say the other day that exercise kills germs?” the boy is clearly enjoying himself now. Baiting his girlfriend is more fun than the Internet.

“You’re a complete arsehole.”

“Let me remind you that I am never sick. Sickness is the sign of weakness.”

“Signess is a sign of gerbs.”

“If you simply made up your mind not to be sick…”

“Oh, let be die id peace.” Annabeth sinks into her chair and closes her eyes, pulling a fluffy cover over herself.

Percy watches her for a minute, then adds the coup de grâce.

“Annabeth, we’re out of milk.”

3, 2, 1, the boy thinks to himself.

There is a a flurry of sleepwear and garbage, and Annabeth, who had looked like a homeless Kleenex hoarder one minute ago, is now a soldier, no, a Captain, shoulders back, and head high. The expression on her face makes Percy shiver. Then the girl opens her mouth.

“You will,” she says, enunciating carefully, “go to the supermarket. You will buy chicken noodle soup, paracetamol, milk, honey, and paper handkerchiefs. You will, upon returning, make soup and tea. You will, for the foreseeable future, shut up.” She’s looking Percy right in the eyes. “Is that clear?” Annabeth’s voice is soft, but Percy still can’t look away.

“Oh, very well.” Percy has to force the petulance into his voice.

When Percy gets back, Annabeth has fallen asleep on the couch. Percy sets down the shopping and looks at her. She is a sorry sight, certainly; her nose is redder than ever and she is, unfortunately, sweating.

Percy kisses her anyway, first on her forehead, then his red, red nose, then her open mouth. And while he is doing that, he knows tomorrow he will be the sick one.

"I’m gonna be sick"

Percy is sprawled elegantly on the couch when Annabeth, or at least an apparition that looks like her, shuffles into the room.

Percy can’t help but quirk the corner of his mouth. Annabeth’s nose is bright red, her eyes are watery, her hair is standing on end, and her pockets are full of used tissues.

“You are dot bery hebful. And stop bloody laughing. I’b sick.”

“Tea?”

“Yes, please. By throad hurts.” Annabeth walks over to his chair and plumps down into it. Percy continues to stare into space, and the flat is silent for several minutes except for the sound of Annabeth alternately sniffling and trying to blow her nose.

“The kettle isn’t boiling, Annabeth”

“I’b sick, Percy, and you wadt me to make tea?” Annabeth is sounding a little peevish through the stuffy nose now.

“Well, you were standing, and I wasn’t. Also, didn’t you say the other day that exercise kills germs?” the boy is clearly enjoying himself now. Baiting his girlfriend is more fun than the Internet.

“You’re a complete arsehole.”

“Let me remind you that I am never sick. Sickness is the sign of weakness.”

“Signess is a sign of gerbs.”

“If you simply made up your mind not to be sick…”

“Oh, let be die id peace.” Annabeth sinks into her chair and closes her eyes, pulling a fluffy cover over herself.

Percy watches her for a minute, then adds the coup de grâce.

“Annabeth, we’re out of milk.”

3, 2, 1, the boy thinks to himself.

There is a a flurry of sleepwear and garbage, and Annabeth, who had looked like a homeless Kleenex hoarder one minute ago, is now a soldier, no, a Captain, shoulders back, and head high. The expression on her face makes Percy shiver. Then the girl opens her mouth.

“You will,” she says, enunciating carefully, “go to the supermarket. You will buy chicken noodle soup, paracetamol, milk, honey, and paper handkerchiefs. You will, upon returning, make soup and tea. You will, for the foreseeable future, shut up.” She’s looking Percy right in the eyes. “Is that clear?” Annabeth’s voice is soft, but Percy still can’t look away.

“Oh, very well.” Percy has to force the petulance into his voice.

When Percy gets back, Annabeth has fallen asleep on the couch. Percy sets down the shopping and looks at her. She is a sorry sight, certainly; her nose is redder than ever and she is, unfortunately, sweating.

Percy kisses her anyway, first on her forehead, then his red, red nose, then her open mouth. And while he is doing that, he knows tomorrow he will be the sick one.

canwriteitbetterthanueverfeltit:

Omfg Sizzy AU where they meet at a strip club because Izzy was lonely and needed a laugh and Simon is forced into performing when visiting Eric, who just started there, and one of the guys gets injured

"Come on, truth or dare?"

"Why do you want to play a child’s game?" Clary asked, with a grin. Jace  grin widened.

"Why not? We’re bored, with nothing else to do and I love the game… now come on, choose."

Clary rolled her eyes and laughed

 “Fine, truth.”

"Now that’s no fun…"

"You told me to pick, and I picked."

"Fine, fine, hmm…" He thought for a second. "Do you wish you could go back and forget about this live?"

Clary nodded in thought, “Sure, I mean, it would be great if I could. Maybe just a few hours to realise what I had and how praceful my live could be. And I really want to spend a day like that. But” she added after seeing Jace’s worried look “If I got back, I would have never met you, so…no”

Jace nodded in agreement, kissed her softly and smiled.

"Now you, truth or dare?"

"Dare!"

"Like I hadn’t expected that… hmm, I’ll have to say I dare you to…" She thought for a few seconds longer and then grinned. "I dare you to cook and clean for me for the next week and a half."

Jace’s eyes widened in surprise, “That’s not a dare! That’s you trying to make me become your slave.”

"Maybe, but hey you have to do what I dared you to do."

"Fine, but will you spank me if I’m naughty?"

"Jace!"

"I’m just joking!"

"Come on, truth or dare?"

"Why do you want to play a child’s game?" Clary asked, with a grin. Jace grin widened.

"Why not? We’re bored, with nothing else to do and I love the game… now come on, choose."

Clary rolled her eyes and laughed

“Fine, truth.”

"Now that’s no fun…"

"You told me to pick, and I picked."

"Fine, fine, hmm…" He thought for a second. "Do you wish you could go back and forget about this live?"

Clary nodded in thought, “Sure, I mean, it would be great if I could. Maybe just a few hours to realise what I had and how praceful my live could be. And I really want to spend a day like that. But” she added after seeing Jace’s worried look “If I got back, I would have never met you, so…no”

Jace nodded in agreement, kissed her softly and smiled.

"Now you, truth or dare?"

"Dare!"

"Like I hadn’t expected that… hmm, I’ll have to say I dare you to…" She thought for a few seconds longer and then grinned. "I dare you to cook and clean for me for the next week and a half."

Jace’s eyes widened in surprise, “That’s not a dare! That’s you trying to make me become your slave.”

"Maybe, but hey you have to do what I dared you to do."

"Fine, but will you spank me if I’m naughty?"

"Jace!"

"I’m just joking!"

Simon emerged barefooted from his bedroom, dressed in a plain t-shirt and jeans. He entered kitchen, opening cupboards in search of something to eat. He was a big toast fan, and moving to the Institute had made him re-evaluate his breakfast choices. Wheat free bread just didn’t cut it. As he was reaching up for a glass, thinking that perhaps orange juice was a good idea, arms wrapped around his middle.

“ Morning Izzy” Simon said, turning to face his girlfriend and kiss her good morning.

Isabelle kissed him back briefly, before stepping away and appraising him. Simon squirmed under the gaze.

 Not that he didn’t like Isabelle’s eyes all over his body – it was just that he knew this look. It was the fashion look.

 Whenever she had this expression, she was undoubtedly mentally insulting Simon’s dress sense.

“Iz?” Simon asked, wearily, bracing himself for the run down on today’s outfit. 

“ Really Simon? Really? Grey? You are wearing a grey T-shirt.”

“ What’s wrong with it?”

“ Well, there isn’t anything wrong with it, it’s just, well, boring.”

“Boring?”

“ Not to mention unfashionable. I am fairly sure plain grey shirts have never, ever been in. And your jeans? That cut is so last season.”

Simon looked at Izzy, who was looking back with honest despair on her face, as if Simon’s dress sense was something that physically pained her. Simon laughed a little, taking Isabelle’s face in his hands.

“ But Iz, surely it isn’t all about the wrapping? Don’t you care about what’s underneath?” He said softly, seductively.

Isabellw gulped. Eyes flicking to Simon’s full lips and shining hair, before travelling down his lean body. Then she gathered herself, stepping away from Simon.

“ That is it Simon. Your body is a wonderful thing and you should show it off to it’s full potential.”

“ You… want me to walk around… naked?” Simon wasn’t sure if Izzy was joking. She was terribly unpredictable.
Isabelle gasped in horror.

“ Of course not! Honestly Simon! I meant that we are going shopping. Your wardrobe needs a make over and I am putting my Saturday plans aside to come to your rescue.”

Simon paled. He could tell Isabelle’s mind was made up. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to shop with Izzy– that wasn’t the problem. Well, it was the problem. She could spend hours and hours making him try on some clothes.

“ Oh no Izzy. You mustn’t cancel your plans for me! You were going out for lunch weren’t you? With Alec and Magnus? I would never ask for such a sacrifice.”

Isabelle smiled affectionately at Simon.

“ Ah, Simon, you know I would drop everything in a heartbeat if it were to help you. This is an emergency – my brother will understand.”

Simon looked at Isabelle’s face, eyes glittering with excitement at the prospect of shopping with him. He didn’t have the heart to say no.

That is why Simon found himself in a a shop with a name he couldn’t pronounce, filled with clothes that cost more that his whole room, wearing a white shirt that clung to him and some blue skinny jeans that didn’t let him breath. Isabelle looked at him, arms filled with more items to be tried on.

“Izzy … I really don’t think this is my style” Simon said weakly. 

“ Exactly! You don’t think! That is because you know nothing of fashion! You are extremely lucky to have me Lewis. I can tell you that those jeans are perfect for you, they make your ass look lovely. And they flatter your figure wonderfully. Now try these things on, and hurry. We have more stores to go to. And I found matching shoes!”

Simon sighed and wriggled out of the shirt, resigning himself to an afternoon of clothes shopping.

Simon emerged barefooted from his bedroom, dressed in a plain t-shirt and jeans. He entered kitchen, opening cupboards in search of something to eat. He was a big toast fan, and moving to the Institute had made him re-evaluate his breakfast choices. Wheat free bread just didn’t cut it. As he was reaching up for a glass, thinking that perhaps orange juice was a good idea, arms wrapped around his middle.

“ Morning Izzy” Simon said, turning to face his girlfriend and kiss her good morning.

Isabelle kissed him back briefly, before stepping away and appraising him. Simon squirmed under the gaze.

Not that he didn’t like Isabelle’s eyes all over his body – it was just that he knew this look. It was the fashion look.

Whenever she had this expression, she was undoubtedly mentally insulting Simon’s dress sense.

“Iz?” Simon asked, wearily, bracing himself for the run down on today’s outfit.

“ Really Simon? Really? Grey? You are wearing a grey T-shirt.”

“ What’s wrong with it?”

“ Well, there isn’t anything wrong with it, it’s just, well, boring.”

“Boring?”

“ Not to mention unfashionable. I am fairly sure plain grey shirts have never, ever been in. And your jeans? That cut is so last season.”

Simon looked at Izzy, who was looking back with honest despair on her face, as if Simon’s dress sense was something that physically pained her. Simon laughed a little, taking Isabelle’s face in his hands.

“ But Iz, surely it isn’t all about the wrapping? Don’t you care about what’s underneath?” He said softly, seductively.

Isabellw gulped. Eyes flicking to Simon’s full lips and shining hair, before travelling down his lean body. Then she gathered herself, stepping away from Simon.

“ That is it Simon. Your body is a wonderful thing and you should show it off to it’s full potential.”

“ You… want me to walk around… naked?” Simon wasn’t sure if Izzy was joking. She was terribly unpredictable.
Isabelle gasped in horror.

“ Of course not! Honestly Simon! I meant that we are going shopping. Your wardrobe needs a make over and I am putting my Saturday plans aside to come to your rescue.”

Simon paled. He could tell Isabelle’s mind was made up. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to shop with Izzy– that wasn’t the problem. Well, it was the problem. She could spend hours and hours making him try on some clothes.

“ Oh no Izzy. You mustn’t cancel your plans for me! You were going out for lunch weren’t you? With Alec and Magnus? I would never ask for such a sacrifice.”

Isabelle smiled affectionately at Simon.

“ Ah, Simon, you know I would drop everything in a heartbeat if it were to help you. This is an emergency – my brother will understand.”

Simon looked at Isabelle’s face, eyes glittering with excitement at the prospect of shopping with him. He didn’t have the heart to say no.

That is why Simon found himself in a a shop with a name he couldn’t pronounce, filled with clothes that cost more that his whole room, wearing a white shirt that clung to him and some blue skinny jeans that didn’t let him breath. Isabelle looked at him, arms filled with more items to be tried on.

“Izzy … I really don’t think this is my style” Simon said weakly.

“ Exactly! You don’t think! That is because you know nothing of fashion! You are extremely lucky to have me Lewis. I can tell you that those jeans are perfect for you, they make your ass look lovely. And they flatter your figure wonderfully. Now try these things on, and hurry. We have more stores to go to. And I found matching shoes!”

Simon sighed and wriggled out of the shirt, resigning himself to an afternoon of clothes shopping.

"Have you ever done this before?"

Magnus did not miss the curious tone Alec was using and he just smiled back at him before nodding.

“Magnus!” Alec shouted at him as he jumped off the cliff. 

The warlock felt so free falling down, and it got even better when he landed in the water. When he resurfaced, he called to Alec, “You have to do it! It’s so awesome. You’ll feel so good, I promise.” 

The blue eyed boy still looked dubious, and so lost in thought about the whole thing, that he almost fell when Jace rushed past him, jumping off the cliff after his brother’s boyfriend. Magnus suppressed a laugh, as he knew that would not help his boyfriends courage. 

“Alexander, come on, get that shirt off to show those incredible abbs and jump off. If you are the -0.1% that gets killed doing it, you can come back to haunt my arse.” Magnus said, hoping Alec wouldn’t take all day. The warlock kind of wanted to go again. 

“Come on you pussy! Just jump, since when are you one to let me beat you?!” 

Magnus almost turned to defend his boyfriend, and maybe kill his brother, before he realised this was probably just the push Alec needed. 

Magnus saw he was right, when he saw, and felt, Alexander land in the water. 

Sometimes you just needed to dare Alec into doing things.

"Have you ever done this before?"

Magnus did not miss the curious tone Alec was using and he just smiled back at him before nodding.

“Magnus!” Alec shouted at him as he jumped off the cliff.

The warlock felt so free falling down, and it got even better when he landed in the water. When he resurfaced, he called to Alec, “You have to do it! It’s so awesome. You’ll feel so good, I promise.”

The blue eyed boy still looked dubious, and so lost in thought about the whole thing, that he almost fell when Jace rushed past him, jumping off the cliff after his brother’s boyfriend. Magnus suppressed a laugh, as he knew that would not help his boyfriends courage.

“Alexander, come on, get that shirt off to show those incredible abbs and jump off. If you are the -0.1% that gets killed doing it, you can come back to haunt my arse.” Magnus said, hoping Alec wouldn’t take all day. The warlock kind of wanted to go again.

“Come on you pussy! Just jump, since when are you one to let me beat you?!”

Magnus almost turned to defend his boyfriend, and maybe kill his brother, before he realised this was probably just the push Alec needed.

Magnus saw he was right, when he saw, and felt, Alexander land in the water.

Sometimes you just needed to dare Alec into doing things.

"That looked easier on T.V"

“ Yeah. And you know? everyone thinks you hit me. That we had a fight” Simon offered Izzy, ice still pressed to his eye.

She just stared. “Why would they think that? You didn’t suggest the whole idea did you?”

“No, no, of course not. They jumped to that conclusion on their own. I wonder why.” He couldn’t stop the laughter now. “Well you did hit me.”

“That’s not fair, Simon. My hand slipped. You know that.” Isabelle indignantly retorted. “I was trying to hit the Number Five Ball, not your eye.”

Simon was still laughing. The whole event had begun with a simple game of Pool. After a few rounds of rather poor playing, Simon had resorted to trying to distract his girlfriend with loud thoughts, hoping to add doubts to Isabelle’s aim and decision in the game. The plan backfired when Izzy was so distracted by Simon’s shouting, ‘You’re going to hit the Eight!’ In Izzy’s head that her cue slipped and hit the wrong ball disastrously hard, sending the ball up into the air and straight into Simon’s face, which had been conveniently lowered and drawn close to the edge of the Pool table, focused on distracting Isabelle, perfectly opposite of the ball.

“It’s what you get for trying to cheat.” she said, cross between annoyance and amusement. “And now everyone thinks we had a fight?”

“I’m afraid so, babe.” Simon had still not fully stopped his bemused laughter. “I suspect it’s because you look so sour most of the time, with that look and your whip.”

“But how could people think I would ever hit you? I understand that they see the scratchs on your back, but that’s different” she argued back, aghast, finally aware of everyone in the house thinking her so violent. “You told them what really happened? Didn’t you?”

“I’m sorry, my friend.” Simon finally stopped his laughter at this point. “I was too amused by the reactions. I’m sure they can figure it out later, or you can set them straight yourself.”

That was not the response Isabelle had hoped.

"That looked easier on T.V"

“ Yeah. And you know? everyone thinks you hit me. That we had a fight” Simon offered Izzy, ice still pressed to his eye.

She just stared. “Why would they think that? You didn’t suggest the whole idea did you?”

“No, no, of course not. They jumped to that conclusion on their own. I wonder why.” He couldn’t stop the laughter now. “Well you did hit me.”

“That’s not fair, Simon. My hand slipped. You know that.” Isabelle indignantly retorted. “I was trying to hit the Number Five Ball, not your eye.”

Simon was still laughing. The whole event had begun with a simple game of Pool. After a few rounds of rather poor playing, Simon had resorted to trying to distract his girlfriend with loud thoughts, hoping to add doubts to Isabelle’s aim and decision in the game. The plan backfired when Izzy was so distracted by Simon’s shouting, ‘You’re going to hit the Eight!’ In Izzy’s head that her cue slipped and hit the wrong ball disastrously hard, sending the ball up into the air and straight into Simon’s face, which had been conveniently lowered and drawn close to the edge of the Pool table, focused on distracting Isabelle, perfectly opposite of the ball.

“It’s what you get for trying to cheat.” she said, cross between annoyance and amusement. “And now everyone thinks we had a fight?”

“I’m afraid so, babe.” Simon had still not fully stopped his bemused laughter. “I suspect it’s because you look so sour most of the time, with that look and your whip.”

“But how could people think I would ever hit you? I understand that they see the scratchs on your back, but that’s different” she argued back, aghast, finally aware of everyone in the house thinking her so violent. “You told them what really happened? Didn’t you?”

“I’m sorry, my friend.” Simon finally stopped his laughter at this point. “I was too amused by the reactions. I’m sure they can figure it out later, or you can set them straight yourself.”

That was not the response Isabelle had hoped.

"How drunk are you right now?"

"I’m not drunk, Magnus!" replied Alec putting all his weight on Jace trying not to fall "I’m just contemplative!"

“What do you think you’re doing?” He directed the question at the blonde, though the boy stuck to his side seemed keen to answer for him. Alec opened his mouth and Magnus pressed his hand over it without even bothering to glance over at him, clicking his tongue in a wordless reprimand. 

“No, not you. You, be quiet. You,” he raised both eyebrows at Jace, “tell me why you brought this ridiculous display of teenage revelry to my house at 2 o’clock in the morning.”

Jace shrugged at first, though that clearly wasn’t an answer that was going to appease the broad man in front of him, whose arm had slinked around Alec’s waist and was now literally holding him upright. Magnus stared at him still, indicating for him to elaborate on the short lift of his shoulders. 

“He smells like he fell into a keg,” he explained, though he was sure the older  could detect the scent of beer mingling with the distinct scent of Alec all on his own. “I can’t bring him home like that. Isabelle would kill him, and then she’d kill me.” That much was probably the truth; Jace had, after all, invited his parabatai out that night, which meant that he would be held responsible. Even though it had been his friend’s idea to drink four glasses of the punch and chase each with a can of cheap, bitter beer.

Magnus was poised to protest, though he mostly looked poised to pounce. Jace shook his head at the disapproving look that creased over the warlock’s face.

 “Your boyfriend, your problem,” he retorted in a tone that sounded far too elated at the current situation and bounded away from the house. “If he freaks out tomorrow, tell him that I took the jeep. Have a good night, Magnus.”

 Before the man had time to process what was going on – that he was about to be left with a pile of drunk and nuzzling Alec and then, in all likelihood, a griping and hungover Alec – the engine of the jeep sputtered and then roared back to life and Jace was off.

For a moment, he silently contemplated driving the kid home himself. But, pressing his nose to the top of the boy’s hair and inhaling deeply made him think better of it; the scent of beer clung to him, and Alec wouldn’t be leaving until he smelled more like himself and more like Magnus. He could, for all intents and purposes, leave the squirming teenager out on the porch until dawn. He was left with only one course of action: bring the drunken wonder boy inside and attempt to get him to sleep.

Hand still pressed over the boy’s mouth, Magnus finally directed his attention to the body swaying against his own. 

“When I take my hand away, you’re going to stay quiet. I don’t even want to hear you breathing, got it?” Alec nodded eagerly and Magnus, against his better judgment, lowered his hand. A gleam passed through the kid’s eyes and the older man nudged him sharply on the nose. “I said no.” With that, he hoisted the teenager up, one arm tucked firmly under his knees and the other braced against his back. The position probably wasn’t entirely necessary, but it certainly was the easiest, considering he hardly had the patience to make Alec walk himself into the house and up the stairs to Magnus’ room.

“You’re carrying me like – ” The younger started, hands clapping in front of his face. Magnus stopped his trek into the house, having made it a record three steps, and turned to glare at him, jaw clenched and eyes narrowed. The look didn’t seem to shake Alec in the slightest. “Like a bride!” He finished his exclamation with a giggle. A fucking giggle. Magnus really would have to reevaluate the wolf’s decision to pick this sorry excuse for a mate, out of all of the people on the entire planet. This was what he got. This flailing, blubbering child who tucked his head under Magnus’ chin and pressed his palm flat over the man’s chest and suddenly managed to make up for the giggle in the span of a second.

“What are you doing?” He asked as the teenager’s fingers walked up his jaw and pressed behind his ears. He had meant to sound as menacing as possible, though it was a futile act, considering; Magnus might have often loudly reminded Alec that he was not, in fact, a canine, but he couldn’t help the fact that his ears were his weakest spots. It only made things worse when Alec began to scratch, his short nails dragging along Magnus’ skin.

Beneath him, the kid didn’t stop the assault of his fingers and merely said, “I’m guiding you in.”

Magnus very nearly purred – and what was he now, a damn housecat? – before he managed to clear his throat. When he asked, “Guiding me into what?” his voice was almost as gruff and sharp as it usually was. Alec rolled his eyes up at him, as if the answer to his question should have been completely obvious. Magnus leaned in then, nose almost bumping into Stiles’, as he lowered his voice and asked again, “Guiding me into what?”

“A kiss, duh. You really are silly  sometimes, Magnus. Did you know that?” Alec laughed and traced his fingers over the shells of the man’s ears. “And look, you’re almost there. C’mon Magnus, you can do it. Just a little bit more.”

“You’re insane.” Magnus’ words went against his actions, however, as he made absolutely no attempt to move away from the boy. Then, a thought clicked into his head and he nudged their noses together. “If I kiss you, will you shut up and go to sleep?” Alec took the bribe and nodded, as if to demonstrate that he could, in fact, shut his mouth and stay that way when the situation called for it. “Good,” Magnus started to say, but the word was muffled against a pair of lips that always seemed to be too soft.

The kiss was chaste and almost too short, though Magnus traced his tongue over Alec’s lower lip when the boy whimpered at the loss of contact. “You taste like vomit,” the older said, his nose scrunching up as the fingers at his ears fell down to his shoulders.

“I love you, too,” was all that he got in response as Alec used all the sloppy strength he had to tug the boy down on top of him in the bed his breathing even and his eyes falling shut.

"How drunk are you right now?"

"I’m not drunk, Magnus!" replied Alec putting all his weight on Jace trying not to fall "I’m just contemplative!"

“What do you think you’re doing?” He directed the question at the blonde, though the boy stuck to his side seemed keen to answer for him. Alec opened his mouth and Magnus pressed his hand over it without even bothering to glance over at him, clicking his tongue in a wordless reprimand.

“No, not you. You, be quiet. You,” he raised both eyebrows at Jace, “tell me why you brought this ridiculous display of teenage revelry to my house at 2 o’clock in the morning.”

Jace shrugged at first, though that clearly wasn’t an answer that was going to appease the broad man in front of him, whose arm had slinked around Alec’s waist and was now literally holding him upright. Magnus stared at him still, indicating for him to elaborate on the short lift of his shoulders.

“He smells like he fell into a keg,” he explained, though he was sure the older could detect the scent of beer mingling with the distinct scent of Alec all on his own. “I can’t bring him home like that. Isabelle would kill him, and then she’d kill me.” That much was probably the truth; Jace had, after all, invited his parabatai out that night, which meant that he would be held responsible. Even though it had been his friend’s idea to drink four glasses of the punch and chase each with a can of cheap, bitter beer.

Magnus was poised to protest, though he mostly looked poised to pounce. Jace shook his head at the disapproving look that creased over the warlock’s face.

“Your boyfriend, your problem,” he retorted in a tone that sounded far too elated at the current situation and bounded away from the house. “If he freaks out tomorrow, tell him that I took the jeep. Have a good night, Magnus.”

Before the man had time to process what was going on – that he was about to be left with a pile of drunk and nuzzling Alec and then, in all likelihood, a griping and hungover Alec – the engine of the jeep sputtered and then roared back to life and Jace was off.

For a moment, he silently contemplated driving the kid home himself. But, pressing his nose to the top of the boy’s hair and inhaling deeply made him think better of it; the scent of beer clung to him, and Alec wouldn’t be leaving until he smelled more like himself and more like Magnus. He could, for all intents and purposes, leave the squirming teenager out on the porch until dawn. He was left with only one course of action: bring the drunken wonder boy inside and attempt to get him to sleep.

Hand still pressed over the boy’s mouth, Magnus finally directed his attention to the body swaying against his own.

“When I take my hand away, you’re going to stay quiet. I don’t even want to hear you breathing, got it?” Alec nodded eagerly and Magnus, against his better judgment, lowered his hand. A gleam passed through the kid’s eyes and the older man nudged him sharply on the nose. “I said no.” With that, he hoisted the teenager up, one arm tucked firmly under his knees and the other braced against his back. The position probably wasn’t entirely necessary, but it certainly was the easiest, considering he hardly had the patience to make Alec walk himself into the house and up the stairs to Magnus’ room.

“You’re carrying me like – ” The younger started, hands clapping in front of his face. Magnus stopped his trek into the house, having made it a record three steps, and turned to glare at him, jaw clenched and eyes narrowed. The look didn’t seem to shake Alec in the slightest. “Like a bride!” He finished his exclamation with a giggle. A fucking giggle. Magnus really would have to reevaluate the wolf’s decision to pick this sorry excuse for a mate, out of all of the people on the entire planet. This was what he got. This flailing, blubbering child who tucked his head under Magnus’ chin and pressed his palm flat over the man’s chest and suddenly managed to make up for the giggle in the span of a second.

“What are you doing?” He asked as the teenager’s fingers walked up his jaw and pressed behind his ears. He had meant to sound as menacing as possible, though it was a futile act, considering; Magnus might have often loudly reminded Alec that he was not, in fact, a canine, but he couldn’t help the fact that his ears were his weakest spots. It only made things worse when Alec began to scratch, his short nails dragging along Magnus’ skin.

Beneath him, the kid didn’t stop the assault of his fingers and merely said, “I’m guiding you in.”

Magnus very nearly purred – and what was he now, a damn housecat? – before he managed to clear his throat. When he asked, “Guiding me into what?” his voice was almost as gruff and sharp as it usually was. Alec rolled his eyes up at him, as if the answer to his question should have been completely obvious. Magnus leaned in then, nose almost bumping into Stiles’, as he lowered his voice and asked again, “Guiding me into what?”

“A kiss, duh. You really are silly sometimes, Magnus. Did you know that?” Alec laughed and traced his fingers over the shells of the man’s ears. “And look, you’re almost there. C’mon Magnus, you can do it. Just a little bit more.”

“You’re insane.” Magnus’ words went against his actions, however, as he made absolutely no attempt to move away from the boy. Then, a thought clicked into his head and he nudged their noses together. “If I kiss you, will you shut up and go to sleep?” Alec took the bribe and nodded, as if to demonstrate that he could, in fact, shut his mouth and stay that way when the situation called for it. “Good,” Magnus started to say, but the word was muffled against a pair of lips that always seemed to be too soft.

The kiss was chaste and almost too short, though Magnus traced his tongue over Alec’s lower lip when the boy whimpered at the loss of contact. “You taste like vomit,” the older said, his nose scrunching up as the fingers at his ears fell down to his shoulders.

“I love you, too,” was all that he got in response as Alec used all the sloppy strength he had to tug the boy down on top of him in the bed his breathing even and his eyes falling shut.

“So…”

 “So…”

 ’Well’, Emily thought. ‘This has got to be the most awkward dinner in the history of awkward dinners.’ She shifted uncomfortably on the wooden chair she was sitting on and tried to focus every ounce of her concentration on eating her steak.

 Beside her, Thomas, her boyfriend, stared ahead calmly.

 Across Thomas, Jace stared back.

 The air was-how could she put it in words?- heavy, to say the least. The three of them did not say a word for a little while. It was not until her dad cleared his throat and put down the fork he was gripping rather tightly.

“So, Emily here talked a lot about you, Thomas”

 ’Oh wow, great way to start a conversation, Dad,’ Emily grimaced. ‘I applaud you, I really do.’

Thomas raised an eyebrow. A corner of his lips lifted slightly. “Hm. I imagine she did,”

 “You two are…” Jace closed his eyes briefly and his expression seemed troubled, as if saying the next words took a lot out of him. In fact, that was probably the case. Emily was beginning to pity his dad. “…dating,” he said at last.

Thomas nodded calmly, taking a bite of his steak before replying. “Yes, sir,”

 ”For how long exactly?”

 ”For three months, now,”

 If Emily’s dad choked on the juice he was drinking, he certainly did not show it. He set the glass back on the table and took several deep breaths. She watched in nervous silence as Jace’s face slowly turned red to purple then at last, it was white.

 This cannot be good, Emily gulped internally. Thomas, however, look non-pulsed. Though his eyes were shining with amusement when he noticed Emily’s nervousness. The latter merely shot him a glare.

 ”Three months,” her dad said carefully, facing Emily this time. “That would be about 90 days,”

"Um…yeah, I guess so," she mumbled.

 ”And in those 90 days, you didn’t have a single thought about telling me a bit sooner?” 

 ”Yeah well, dad…I…wasn’t ready,” Emily managed a sheepish smile. 

 ”Wasn’t ready,” her dad repeated.

 ”You have to understand, sir,” Thomas said smoothly, reaching over to wrap an arm around Emily’s shoulder, causing the girl to jump slightly. “Despite her confidence, Emily is surprisingly shy about these things,” he grinned. “It took her a month just to tell Max and they’re cousins”

Emily desperately wanted to punch Thomas in the kidney but that would be like punching a damn rock- a highly attractive with a perfect smile and a body to to die for kind of rock, but still. So she decided to settle for glaring at him heatedly instead. 

 ”So what? Telling your cousin is easier than telling your father?” Jace demanded, crossing his arms. 

 ”In most cases, yes,” Thomas answered, shrugging. Emily stilled. She did not know whether to be amazed or angry at Thomas’ careless manner. It took a whole lot of courage or stupidity to simply answer a parent with a tone like that. She guessed it was the former since well, Thomas is a werewolf after all and that’s how they usually acted. Emily sighed.

 Her dad sighed as well. 

 ”Look…Thomas, I honestly don’t know about this. I mean, I used to fight againat you,” her dad said exasperatedly. “I don’t want to think that my daughter is dating someone I used to hit.  And not to mention the age difference,”

 Thomas merely gave the shadowhunter a smile.

 ”Just…” Jace rubbed his temples. “Tell me why do you want to date my daughter so much?”

 ”What kind of question is that, Dad?” Emily could not help but to ask. “Are you implying something? I mean, I’m pretty attractive. Aren’t I?” She turned to Derek. The latter smirked and leaned in to kiss Emily’s cheek lightly. 

"Very," he purred.

 A heavy blush from Emily was her only reply. ‘Yeesh…what is with me and my idiotic questions?’

 ”That’s the thing,” her dad insisted. “I don’t want Thomas to date you for the wrong reasons. Emily here…when she falls in love, she falls in hard. I don’t want her to end up getting hurt just as hard, “

Thomas tilted his head as he considered the question. He looked thoughtful for a long moment. Emily found herself fidgeting nervously as she waited. When Thomas finally looked at Jace again, Emily was holding her breath.

 ”Well,” Thomas began. “For starters, I love her. I care for her. I love being around her,”

Jace still look unconvinced.

 ”Her personality attracts me like a magnet,” the young boy continued. “Sh’s stubborn and she’s sarcastic. Sometimes, too much,” He shot Emily a meaningful glance.

Emily crossed her arms. “In my defense, I’m 147 pounds of pale skin and bones. Sarcasm is my only defense,” she huffed.

Thomas laughed. 
 
“But Emily is also the type of person who is overprotective over the ones she loves,” Emily’s smile softened. “She’s selfless and she is the type of person who helps people even though they don’t deserve it,” Thomas’ eyes shone with affection when he said the next words with such clarity and confidence that it made Emily’s heart swell. “I love her. And she loves me more than I deserve. I’m lucky to have met her,”

She smiled a tad shyly and looked at Thomas and then to her dad. The pair waited for Jace’s verdict.

The blonde took a deep breath before exhaling it and stared at the two -well, one of them was- in front of him calmly. It was a full minute later when he started to speak.

 ”Well…I can’t deny that you do look like you care a lot about my daughter,” he began. “And I don’t want to be too controlling over your life, Emily,” he said, looking at her. “In fact, I’m really proud of you,”

"You are?" Emily said, eyes wide with surprise.

 Her dad nodded. 

"You’re taking control over your life just fine despite everything that we’ve been through. So…" Another deep breath. "I…give you my blessing to date Emily, Thomas," he said. "As long as you take care of her,"

Emily grinned so wide that her cheeks were starting to hurt. She looked at Thomas briefly, who was grinning as well, before she got up from her seat and approached her dad, hugging her abruptly. “Oh wow,” she breathed. “Thank you, Dad,”

Jace cleared his throat, sounding a bit awkward. “No problem,” he said gruffly, returning the hug. Over Emily’s shoulder, he gave Thomas a meaningful stare. “You hurt her, you’re dead,”

Thomas chuckled but nodded. “I’ll remember that much,”

 ”You better,”

“So…”

 “So…”

 ’Well’, Emily thought. ‘This has got to be the most awkward dinner in the history of awkward dinners.’ She shifted uncomfortably on the wooden chair she was sitting on and tried to focus every ounce of her concentration on eating her steak.

 Beside her, Thomas, her boyfriend, stared ahead calmly.

 Across Thomas, Jace stared back.

 The air was-how could she put it in words?- heavy, to say the least. The three of them did not say a word for a little while. It was not until her dad cleared his throat and put down the fork he was gripping rather tightly.

“So, Emily here talked a lot about you, Thomas”

 ’Oh wow, great way to start a conversation, Dad,’ Emily grimaced. ‘I applaud you, I really do.’

Thomas raised an eyebrow. A corner of his lips lifted slightly. “Hm. I imagine she did,”

 “You two are…” Jace closed his eyes briefly and his expression seemed troubled, as if saying the next words took a lot out of him. In fact, that was probably the case. Emily was beginning to pity his dad. “…dating,” he said at last.

Thomas nodded calmly, taking a bite of his steak before replying. “Yes, sir,”

 ”For how long exactly?”

 ”For three months, now,”

 If Emily’s dad choked on the juice he was drinking, he certainly did not show it. He set the glass back on the table and took several deep breaths. She watched in nervous silence as Jace’s face slowly turned red to purple then at last, it was white.

 This cannot be good, Emily gulped internally. Thomas, however, look non-pulsed. Though his eyes were shining with amusement when he noticed Emily’s nervousness. The latter merely shot him a glare.

 ”Three months,” her dad said carefully, facing Emily this time. “That would be about 90 days,”

"Um…yeah, I guess so," she mumbled.

 ”And in those 90 days, you didn’t have a single thought about telling me a bit sooner?” 

 ”Yeah well, dad…I…wasn’t ready,” Emily managed a sheepish smile. 

 ”Wasn’t ready,” her dad repeated.

 ”You have to understand, sir,” Thomas said smoothly, reaching over to wrap an arm around Emily’s shoulder, causing the girl to jump slightly. “Despite her confidence, Emily is surprisingly shy about these things,” he grinned. “It took her a month just to tell Max and they’re cousins”

Emily desperately wanted to punch Thomas in the kidney but that would be like punching a damn rock- a highly attractive with a perfect smile and a body to to die for kind of rock, but still. So she decided to settle for glaring at him heatedly instead. 

 ”So what? Telling your cousin is easier than telling your father?” Jace demanded, crossing his arms. 

 ”In most cases, yes,” Thomas answered, shrugging. Emily stilled. She did not know whether to be amazed or angry at Thomas’ careless manner. It took a whole lot of courage or stupidity to simply answer a parent with a tone like that. She guessed it was the former since well, Thomas is a werewolf after all and that’s how they usually acted. Emily sighed.

 Her dad sighed as well. 

 ”Look…Thomas, I honestly don’t know about this. I mean, I used to fight againat you,” her dad said exasperatedly. “I don’t want to think that my daughter is dating someone I used to hit. And not to mention the age difference,”

 Thomas merely gave the shadowhunter a smile.

 ”Just…” Jace rubbed his temples. “Tell me why do you want to date my daughter so much?”

 ”What kind of question is that, Dad?” Emily could not help but to ask. “Are you implying something? I mean, I’m pretty attractive. Aren’t I?” She turned to Derek. The latter smirked and leaned in to kiss Emily’s cheek lightly.

"Very," he purred.

 A heavy blush from Emily was her only reply. ‘Yeesh…what is with me and my idiotic questions?’

 ”That’s the thing,” her dad insisted. “I don’t want Thomas to date you for the wrong reasons. Emily here…when she falls in love, she falls in hard. I don’t want her to end up getting hurt just as hard, “

Thomas tilted his head as he considered the question. He looked thoughtful for a long moment. Emily found herself fidgeting nervously as she waited. When Thomas finally looked at Jace again, Emily was holding her breath.

 ”Well,” Thomas began. “For starters, I love her. I care for her. I love being around her,”

Jace still look unconvinced.

 ”Her personality attracts me like a magnet,” the young boy continued. “Sh’s stubborn and she’s sarcastic. Sometimes, too much,” He shot Emily a meaningful glance.

Emily crossed her arms. “In my defense, I’m 147 pounds of pale skin and bones. Sarcasm is my only defense,” she huffed.

Thomas laughed.
 
“But Emily is also the type of person who is overprotective over the ones she loves,” Emily’s smile softened. “She’s selfless and she is the type of person who helps people even though they don’t deserve it,” Thomas’ eyes shone with affection when he said the next words with such clarity and confidence that it made Emily’s heart swell. “I love her. And she loves me more than I deserve. I’m lucky to have met her,”

She smiled a tad shyly and looked at Thomas and then to her dad. The pair waited for Jace’s verdict.

The blonde took a deep breath before exhaling it and stared at the two -well, one of them was- in front of him calmly. It was a full minute later when he started to speak.

 ”Well…I can’t deny that you do look like you care a lot about my daughter,” he began. “And I don’t want to be too controlling over your life, Emily,” he said, looking at her. “In fact, I’m really proud of you,”

"You are?" Emily said, eyes wide with surprise.

 Her dad nodded.

"You’re taking control over your life just fine despite everything that we’ve been through. So…" Another deep breath. "I…give you my blessing to date Emily, Thomas," he said. "As long as you take care of her,"

Emily grinned so wide that her cheeks were starting to hurt. She looked at Thomas briefly, who was grinning as well, before she got up from her seat and approached her dad, hugging her abruptly. “Oh wow,” she breathed. “Thank you, Dad,”

Jace cleared his throat, sounding a bit awkward. “No problem,” he said gruffly, returning the hug. Over Emily’s shoulder, he gave Thomas a meaningful stare. “You hurt her, you’re dead,”

Thomas chuckled but nodded. “I’ll remember that much,”

 ”You better,”

He couldn’t help but moan when he felt her biting his lower lip. Isabelle’s soft lips kept working her magic on his and ir felt as if he couldn’t get enough of that. It was not like that was the first time they were making out on his bed, with no one else on the Institute, because it was not the case, but he was not able to say why he was feeling like that, like he had fire inside of his chest, and obviously, her wonderful lips were not helping him to control his body.

Isabelle run her hands over his arms, making a shiver roll over his spine and he couldn’t help but roll them so he was on top. Isabelle made a surprised noise because of Simon’s reaction but when his lips touched hers once more she kissed him back with as much intensity as him. 

Suddenly, the temperature between them started rising, the clothes seemed to be bothering both of them and Isabelle decided to do something about that. With one hand still tangled in Simon’s hair she used her other one to take his shirt of, something Simon never tried to stop anyway. When she started tracing his body with those hands he moaned in her mouth and she giggled before pushing him and climbing to his lap.

Simon looked up at her and he almost stopped breathing when her shirt went off, joining his own one on the floor, but he thought he would die when she took her shorts off as well. Then she leaned closer and brushed her lips against his, while her hand went slowly to his growing -almost hard as every single time she made out with him- erection and that was when he started trembling. He wanted that, he wanted that like he had never wanted anything, but he knew she was not new to that -okay, he knew she had had sex with tons of guys- and he had never been close to do something like that. And now, he was going to lose his virginity to the most beautiful girl of the world. He jerked his hips when he felt her touch.

"God" breathed the boy when Izzy’s hand started unclasping his trousers and her hand went to his boxers.


“You want to?” Isabelle’s eyes were fixed on his and he could see a glint on her eyes.

"Of course I want to, Izzy" wispered Simon "But I-I’ve never, I mean I am…"

"I know" replied Isabelle still working on his trousers "Just relax. Okay?"

When he had thrown his trousers somewhere, her hand started stroking him trough the only remaining piece of clothes, and he only got more nervous. She had been with other guys, other guys who would have been way better than him, and he was sure that after that Isabelle would compare it with his previous times, and shit, he was going to be horrible.

He didn’t know were to put his shaking hands and he closed his eyes when he felt Isabelle take them with her own.

"Simon, relax, if you don’t want to I understand…"

"No, it’s not that" interrupted the boy looking at anywhere but Isabelle’s body "It’s just that I’m really nervous"

Isabelle leaned closer and kissed him softly, guiding Simon’s hands to the back of her bra and unclasping it, feeling his breath rythm increase. 

He kissed her lips, gently at first, then increasingly harder and harder. Suddenly, her lips parted and her tongue joined with his, twining and caressing inside of his mouth. He was distantly aware of a pulling, tugging motion on his chest, but he was so caught up in the kiss, he ignored it. It went on endlessly, a melding of tongues, and lips and teeth.

As involved in the kiss as he was, he was surprised to feel Izzy’s hands caressing the bare skin of his chest. He broke the kiss, looking down at his chest. Not that he cared, because the sensations of her nails scratching down his chest was more than worth it.

Concentrating on his chest, Isabelle leaned down, kissing a path from his lips to his nipples, grazing the skin in between with her tongue. Simon’s hands found their way into her hair, clutching her head close to his body, willing her farther and farther down. She obliged, working her way to his waist, nibbling at the flesh she found exposed. Offended by the boxers she encountered in her way, she reached around him and tore them off, the cotton fabric shredding with hardly a protest.

Simon froze as his cock was liberated from his shorts. His mind stuttered, unable to come up with a coherent thought as Isabelle stroked his cock, using every ounce of her tons of experience to make him harder than he had ever thought possible.

Then, licking her lips, she enveloped the head of his prick with her mouth. His mind blanked, the air stopped up in his lungs. Smiling evilly, Isabelle noted his reaction. Throwing herself into her task, she opened her mouth, engulfing more and more of him.

Simon’s eyes crossed from the pleasure, the feeling of her mouth a relief from the burning heat of his body. Against his will, he began to thrust, fucking her mouth. She accommodated him, relaxing her throat to allow him enough depth. Crying out suddenly, gripping her dark head, he came, gasping and calling her name.

Isabelle stroked him gently as he came, her talented mouth swallowing the remains. As he stirred, brain beginning to function once again, she rested her chin on his stomach.

"Ready?" 

 Dumbly, Simon nodded.

Smiling, Isabelle took her only remaining piece of clothes and crawled up his body, making sure she dragged her hard nipples against his chest. 

"Now I’m going to show you something" She caught his hand, and tugged it down to the junction of her thighs, where Simon’s fingers first encountered silky hair, then a cool, slippery moistness. Obligingly, he slipped his fingers inside her deep well, firmly stroking the swollen walls.

Isabelle cooed, parting her thighs wantonly. “Ooooh, Simon…”

Encouraged, Simon began to experiment with his stroking, fondling the engorged folds. She bucked against his hand, aching for pressure on her clit. Moving his thumb slightly, Simon brushed against the hard knot. Isabelle screeched, the pleasure surging within her. She began to press herself against that lovely finger, fucking his hand.

Simon watched as she came, her whole body trembling from the force of the orgasm. Momentarily exhausted, Isabelle dropped to his chest, still clutching his fingers within her. Just when he began to believe she had forgotten that he was there, hard, ready and able, she chuckled and once again straddled him, pushing him into the bed.

"Simon, my head is singing…"

Simon’s eyes rolled back in his head. “Uhh…Isabelle?” he croaked, cock painfully inflamed.

Isabelle tilted her head to the side. “Oh, I’m sorry. Okay Simon, let me show you.” Then she took a condom she had on her shorts and puy it to him, making him moan against her touch.

"Should I be worried about you carrying a condom everywhere?" asked Simon watching the perfect woman in front of him.

"No, you should be worried about me not using the condom with you" With that, she rose up and impaled herself on his cock.

He yelped, the absolutely unbelievable sensations of her moistness squeezing his cock thundering through his body. He arched his hips up into her, desperate to get as close to her as he could. Thoughtfully, Isabelle ground herself down, aiding his penetration. His hands went to her hips instinctively, holding her writhing body in place.

Carefuly, she rode him, hips churning over his supine form. Simon could do nothing but moan and beg her for release. He knew he couldn’t hold on much longer; the need to climax was too strong. “Isabelle…please, now….I need….now…,” he babbled desperately.

Speeding up, she accommodated him, reaching her own hand to fondle her clit, sending herself screaming into ecstasy. She writhed above him, her body shaking violently. Her movements completely demolished the rest of Simon’s will, and he jerked up into her, exploding with a deep moan.

Isabelle groaned and kept riding ‘till she found her release.

"Not bad for being your first time" murmured her against his chest "You almost reached thirty minutes which is.."

"Stop. Don’t say that happens to every guy" groaned Simon tracing her back.

"Are you trying to say I’ve slept with every guy?" she rised an eyebrow at him.

"No! That’s not what I meant. I-I know you have slept with many guys. Shit, that’s not what I meant either…"

She laughed and kissed him.

"I was just teasing you" she said "Don’t worry, practise makes perfection"

"Does that mean you’ll be my teacher?"

"I will kill you if you find another teacher" she smiled sweetly at him and he gulped.

"Just joking. Love you"

"Good night Simon" and after a few seconds she added "Love you too, Simon"

He couldn’t help but moan when he felt her biting his lower lip. Isabelle’s soft lips kept working her magic on his and ir felt as if he couldn’t get enough of that. It was not like that was the first time they were making out on his bed, with no one else on the Institute, because it was not the case, but he was not able to say why he was feeling like that, like he had fire inside of his chest, and obviously, her wonderful lips were not helping him to control his body.

Isabelle run her hands over his arms, making a shiver roll over his spine and he couldn’t help but roll them so he was on top. Isabelle made a surprised noise because of Simon’s reaction but when his lips touched hers once more she kissed him back with as much intensity as him.

Suddenly, the temperature between them started rising, the clothes seemed to be bothering both of them and Isabelle decided to do something about that. With one hand still tangled in Simon’s hair she used her other one to take his shirt of, something Simon never tried to stop anyway. When she started tracing his body with those hands he moaned in her mouth and she giggled before pushing him and climbing to his lap.

Simon looked up at her and he almost stopped breathing when her shirt went off, joining his own one on the floor, but he thought he would die when she took her shorts off as well. Then she leaned closer and brushed her lips against his, while her hand went slowly to his growing -almost hard as every single time she made out with him- erection and that was when he started trembling. He wanted that, he wanted that like he had never wanted anything, but he knew she was not new to that -okay, he knew she had had sex with tons of guys- and he had never been close to do something like that. And now, he was going to lose his virginity to the most beautiful girl of the world. He jerked his hips when he felt her touch.

"God" breathed the boy when Izzy’s hand started unclasping his trousers and her hand went to his boxers.


“You want to?” Isabelle’s eyes were fixed on his and he could see a glint on her eyes.

"Of course I want to, Izzy" wispered Simon "But I-I’ve never, I mean I am…"

"I know" replied Isabelle still working on his trousers "Just relax. Okay?"

When he had thrown his trousers somewhere, her hand started stroking him trough the only remaining piece of clothes, and he only got more nervous. She had been with other guys, other guys who would have been way better than him, and he was sure that after that Isabelle would compare it with his previous times, and shit, he was going to be horrible.

He didn’t know were to put his shaking hands and he closed his eyes when he felt Isabelle take them with her own.

"Simon, relax, if you don’t want to I understand…"

"No, it’s not that" interrupted the boy looking at anywhere but Isabelle’s body "It’s just that I’m really nervous"

Isabelle leaned closer and kissed him softly, guiding Simon’s hands to the back of her bra and unclasping it, feeling his breath rythm increase.

He kissed her lips, gently at first, then increasingly harder and harder. Suddenly, her lips parted and her tongue joined with his, twining and caressing inside of his mouth. He was distantly aware of a pulling, tugging motion on his chest, but he was so caught up in the kiss, he ignored it. It went on endlessly, a melding of tongues, and lips and teeth.

As involved in the kiss as he was, he was surprised to feel Izzy’s hands caressing the bare skin of his chest. He broke the kiss, looking down at his chest. Not that he cared, because the sensations of her nails scratching down his chest was more than worth it.

Concentrating on his chest, Isabelle leaned down, kissing a path from his lips to his nipples, grazing the skin in between with her tongue. Simon’s hands found their way into her hair, clutching her head close to his body, willing her farther and farther down. She obliged, working her way to his waist, nibbling at the flesh she found exposed. Offended by the boxers she encountered in her way, she reached around him and tore them off, the cotton fabric shredding with hardly a protest.

Simon froze as his cock was liberated from his shorts. His mind stuttered, unable to come up with a coherent thought as Isabelle stroked his cock, using every ounce of her tons of experience to make him harder than he had ever thought possible.

Then, licking her lips, she enveloped the head of his prick with her mouth. His mind blanked, the air stopped up in his lungs. Smiling evilly, Isabelle noted his reaction. Throwing herself into her task, she opened her mouth, engulfing more and more of him.

Simon’s eyes crossed from the pleasure, the feeling of her mouth a relief from the burning heat of his body. Against his will, he began to thrust, fucking her mouth. She accommodated him, relaxing her throat to allow him enough depth. Crying out suddenly, gripping her dark head, he came, gasping and calling her name.

Isabelle stroked him gently as he came, her talented mouth swallowing the remains. As he stirred, brain beginning to function once again, she rested her chin on his stomach.

"Ready?"

Dumbly, Simon nodded.

Smiling, Isabelle took her only remaining piece of clothes and crawled up his body, making sure she dragged her hard nipples against his chest.

"Now I’m going to show you something" She caught his hand, and tugged it down to the junction of her thighs, where Simon’s fingers first encountered silky hair, then a cool, slippery moistness. Obligingly, he slipped his fingers inside her deep well, firmly stroking the swollen walls.

Isabelle cooed, parting her thighs wantonly. “Ooooh, Simon…”

Encouraged, Simon began to experiment with his stroking, fondling the engorged folds. She bucked against his hand, aching for pressure on her clit. Moving his thumb slightly, Simon brushed against the hard knot. Isabelle screeched, the pleasure surging within her. She began to press herself against that lovely finger, fucking his hand.

Simon watched as she came, her whole body trembling from the force of the orgasm. Momentarily exhausted, Isabelle dropped to his chest, still clutching his fingers within her. Just when he began to believe she had forgotten that he was there, hard, ready and able, she chuckled and once again straddled him, pushing him into the bed.

"Simon, my head is singing…"

Simon’s eyes rolled back in his head. “Uhh…Isabelle?” he croaked, cock painfully inflamed.

Isabelle tilted her head to the side. “Oh, I’m sorry. Okay Simon, let me show you.” Then she took a condom she had on her shorts and puy it to him, making him moan against her touch.

"Should I be worried about you carrying a condom everywhere?" asked Simon watching the perfect woman in front of him.

"No, you should be worried about me not using the condom with you" With that, she rose up and impaled herself on his cock.

He yelped, the absolutely unbelievable sensations of her moistness squeezing his cock thundering through his body. He arched his hips up into her, desperate to get as close to her as he could. Thoughtfully, Isabelle ground herself down, aiding his penetration. His hands went to her hips instinctively, holding her writhing body in place.

Carefuly, she rode him, hips churning over his supine form. Simon could do nothing but moan and beg her for release. He knew he couldn’t hold on much longer; the need to climax was too strong. “Isabelle…please, now….I need….now…,” he babbled desperately.

Speeding up, she accommodated him, reaching her own hand to fondle her clit, sending herself screaming into ecstasy. She writhed above him, her body shaking violently. Her movements completely demolished the rest of Simon’s will, and he jerked up into her, exploding with a deep moan.

Isabelle groaned and kept riding ‘till she found her release.

"Not bad for being your first time" murmured her against his chest "You almost reached thirty minutes which is.."

"Stop. Don’t say that happens to every guy" groaned Simon tracing her back.

"Are you trying to say I’ve slept with every guy?" she rised an eyebrow at him.

"No! That’s not what I meant. I-I know you have slept with many guys. Shit, that’s not what I meant either…"

She laughed and kissed him.

"I was just teasing you" she said "Don’t worry, practise makes perfection"

"Does that mean you’ll be my teacher?"

"I will kill you if you find another teacher" she smiled sweetly at him and he gulped.

"Just joking. Love you"

"Good night Simon" and after a few seconds she added "Love you too, Simon"

"Why are you wearing that?"

"Because it’s cool!" replied the boy with curly hair with a huge smile "I saw it when I was looking for some clothes and I inmediately fell in love with it"

Nico sighed, shook his head and decided not to say anything about that, just ignore him and maybe, just maybe, he would leave him alone after that. Sometimes Leo could be really childish. Well, most like every day at every hour, but nobody could ever change that, not like he wanted to anyway, he loved that childish side of him, because even though sometimes it got on his nerves, he had tons of fun when Leo acted like that. And if he thought that a red hat with a elefant face was cool, who was Nico to tell him no?

"Sure thing, Leo" said right before the older boy throwed himself next to him on the bed.

"Go away," Nico mumbled, clutching the duvet. His resolve had dissolved.

"No," Leo replied, pleased to bother Nico. "I want to cuddle."

Nico mentally groaned. His plan hadn’t worked. Not that he’d expected it to, this was, after all, Leo he was talking about. The resident troublemaker never gave up, and by never he meant never. Leo tickled his side and Nico flinched, pushing the older away.

"Leave me alone," Nico whined. "I’m trying to sleep."

Leo’s arms wound around his torso. “Cuddle me,” he demanded.

"Go sleep in your own bed," Nico grumbled, punching his pillow in frustration. "I don’t want to cuddle you."

"But I’m cold. Besides, your bed is much comfier."

"How do you know that? You haven’t slept in your bed."

Leo pouted and moved closer, pressing himself against Nico. “Please, Nico? Just a little bit?”

Nico sighed, but rolled over. Leo grinned triumphantly and buried his face in Nico’s chest. Nico wrapped his arms around him tightly.

"Happy now?" Nico muttered.

"Very," Leo replied, satisfied. "Now let me sleep."

Nico sighed again, but relaxed into his monkey of a friend grip.

"Why are you wearing that?"

"Because it’s cool!" replied the boy with curly hair with a huge smile "I saw it when I was looking for some clothes and I inmediately fell in love with it"

Nico sighed, shook his head and decided not to say anything about that, just ignore him and maybe, just maybe, he would leave him alone after that. Sometimes Leo could be really childish. Well, most like every day at every hour, but nobody could ever change that, not like he wanted to anyway, he loved that childish side of him, because even though sometimes it got on his nerves, he had tons of fun when Leo acted like that. And if he thought that a red hat with a elefant face was cool, who was Nico to tell him no?

"Sure thing, Leo" said right before the older boy throwed himself next to him on the bed.

"Go away," Nico mumbled, clutching the duvet. His resolve had dissolved.

"No," Leo replied, pleased to bother Nico. "I want to cuddle."

Nico mentally groaned. His plan hadn’t worked. Not that he’d expected it to, this was, after all, Leo he was talking about. The resident troublemaker never gave up, and by never he meant never. Leo tickled his side and Nico flinched, pushing the older away.

"Leave me alone," Nico whined. "I’m trying to sleep."

Leo’s arms wound around his torso. “Cuddle me,” he demanded.

"Go sleep in your own bed," Nico grumbled, punching his pillow in frustration. "I don’t want to cuddle you."

"But I’m cold. Besides, your bed is much comfier."

"How do you know that? You haven’t slept in your bed."

Leo pouted and moved closer, pressing himself against Nico. “Please, Nico? Just a little bit?”

Nico sighed, but rolled over. Leo grinned triumphantly and buried his face in Nico’s chest. Nico wrapped his arms around him tightly.

"Happy now?" Nico muttered.

"Very," Leo replied, satisfied. "Now let me sleep."

Nico sighed again, but relaxed into his monkey of a friend grip.

"Well that was unexpected"

In front of him Percy was smirking, his green eyes fixed on him and, while Nico was still nervous and he couldn’t believe what had just happened, Percy seemed pretty relaxed and comfortable with the situation.

It was not like he hadn’t enjoyed that, really, how could he say he hadn’t liked it when, in fact, he had always been waiting to feel his mouth against his, and his tongue on his mouth? 

And now that he had finally achieved that, he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to react. Maybe the other boy had kissed him without thinking and now regreted it. But looking at Percy he saw that the boy had the less regretful look ever, which was a relief, but it still confused him.

"Really? You weren’t expected that?" asked Percy looking genuinely curious.

Nico shook his head and tried to find a good explanation for that.

"It’s not like I haven’t enjoyed it, it’s just that…well, I never thought you would kiss me, and suddenly you were all over me and…"

Percy’s laughter filled the place and the older boy leaned closer. Nico closed his eyes when he felt Percy’s lips against his own and scooted up to get a better angle before parting his lips. The feel of Percy’s tongue pushing against his relaxed his body more than he’d thought it could and he didn’t resist when he felt Percy grabbing his shirt and throwing him to the sofa so Nico was on his back with Percy laying practically on top of him.

There was no way he was going to be able to take this past making out, his arms felt too heavy even as he just lifted them to wrap around Percy’s shoulders. But the older boy didn’t seem to mind as he backed off and let Nico’s tongue to do some exploring in his mouth. Nico whimpered quietly when Percy’s lips left his, but sighed happily when he felt them working their way down his jaw softly.

The green eyed boy lifted his head briefly to smirk down at Nico, “You know, I could get you used to this.”

"I would love you to do so"

"Well that was unexpected"

In front of him Percy was smirking, his green eyes fixed on him and, while Nico was still nervous and he couldn’t believe what had just happened, Percy seemed pretty relaxed and comfortable with the situation.

It was not like he hadn’t enjoyed that, really, how could he say he hadn’t liked it when, in fact, he had always been waiting to feel his mouth against his, and his tongue on his mouth?

And now that he had finally achieved that, he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to react. Maybe the other boy had kissed him without thinking and now regreted it. But looking at Percy he saw that the boy had the less regretful look ever, which was a relief, but it still confused him.

"Really? You weren’t expected that?" asked Percy looking genuinely curious.

Nico shook his head and tried to find a good explanation for that.

"It’s not like I haven’t enjoyed it, it’s just that…well, I never thought you would kiss me, and suddenly you were all over me and…"

Percy’s laughter filled the place and the older boy leaned closer. Nico closed his eyes when he felt Percy’s lips against his own and scooted up to get a better angle before parting his lips. The feel of Percy’s tongue pushing against his relaxed his body more than he’d thought it could and he didn’t resist when he felt Percy grabbing his shirt and throwing him to the sofa so Nico was on his back with Percy laying practically on top of him.

There was no way he was going to be able to take this past making out, his arms felt too heavy even as he just lifted them to wrap around Percy’s shoulders. But the older boy didn’t seem to mind as he backed off and let Nico’s tongue to do some exploring in his mouth. Nico whimpered quietly when Percy’s lips left his, but sighed happily when he felt them working their way down his jaw softly.

The green eyed boy lifted his head briefly to smirk down at Nico, “You know, I could get you used to this.”

"I would love you to do so"

So now there he was, pinned to the ground with Isabelle’s body pressing in to his waist. Then it happened, something that shouldn’t have. Simon was so embarrassed. You know that thing that happens that shouldn’t happen in moments like that, when the training trousers are so tight fitting you can’t hide the embarrassment? Well, that was exactly what happened and his face turned beet red.

"I’m so sorry Iz!" Simon screamed trying to hide his embarrassment.

"Do you need to shit or something? You look constipated."

If he wasn’t already on the ground, he was sure he would’ve face planted and died from embarrassment.

He tried to get up but with no way to hide his embarrassing problem, he swore he could hear Jace snickering. 

"Hey Simon funny to see something else as swollen as that dumbass head of yours."

"Shut your fucking mouth horse face, before I shut it for you." He sneered his anger almost reaching its boiling point.

"Oh, I’m soo scared. Look at how I’m not shaking."

"Whatever."

It was time to hit the showers and Simon was so happy because he felt utterly and disgustingly dirty. He hated sweating it was so gross making his body sticky and filthy. Isabelle came right behind him, looking how he took his shirts and trousers off.

"Simon, maybe you should take a shit your face looks constipated. Seriously it’s gross."

Now that was hilarious to where Simon bursted out laughing so hard he snorted. Oh god that was embarrassing. He looked over and saw his girlfriend looking at him with one eyebrow raised. She made her finger in a come hither motion, then Simon realized that Isabelle and him were alone.

Oh shit they were alone and she was looking like she wanted to devour him with that fucking seductive look.

"You know Simon seeing you all flushed and hard made me want you so bad."

"W—what?" The boy stammered unsure if he was dreaming or if that was actually real. But seriously was this actually happening or was he dreaming?

He was then pushed up against the wall, her lips covering his, moving harshly. Teeth and tounges clashing together so painfully seductive and the feeling of her tounge moving in his almost made him want to faint from pleasure.

With his lips finally released, slender pale hands started to caress him in ways he had never felt before, well actually not like he was a virgin, she had already took care of that, but her hands were so sensualy in that moment that he shivered with anticipation and felt a fire slowly start to smolder in the pit of hia stomache. Simon let out a few breathy moans, which must had excited Isabelle because those fucking hands firmly grabbed his ass and she had pushed him up against the wall. Isabelle wrapped her legs around his waist as he entered her so painfully slow drawing out a long and low moan from his lips. They felt like they were in heaven, the passion and lust driving them to sweet release. Simon’s lips enveloped hers again as a loud moan erupted from Isabelle’s lips. She had tried not to be too loud, but ended up screaming at the feeling of her orgasm surprising her erupting from her so fast that she saw white before her eyes.

Simon came shortly after, her name a breathy moan leaving his lips as they slid down the wall. They kissed for a few more minutes, both still panting and basking in the afterglow. God, he wanted to have another training session just to repeat that again.

So now there he was, pinned to the ground with Isabelle’s body pressing in to his waist. Then it happened, something that shouldn’t have. Simon was so embarrassed. You know that thing that happens that shouldn’t happen in moments like that, when the training trousers are so tight fitting you can’t hide the embarrassment? Well, that was exactly what happened and his face turned beet red.

"I’m so sorry Iz!" Simon screamed trying to hide his embarrassment.

"Do you need to shit or something? You look constipated."

If he wasn’t already on the ground, he was sure he would’ve face planted and died from embarrassment.

He tried to get up but with no way to hide his embarrassing problem, he swore he could hear Jace snickering.

"Hey Simon funny to see something else as swollen as that dumbass head of yours."

"Shut your fucking mouth horse face, before I shut it for you." He sneered his anger almost reaching its boiling point.

"Oh, I’m soo scared. Look at how I’m not shaking."

"Whatever."

It was time to hit the showers and Simon was so happy because he felt utterly and disgustingly dirty. He hated sweating it was so gross making his body sticky and filthy. Isabelle came right behind him, looking how he took his shirts and trousers off.

"Simon, maybe you should take a shit your face looks constipated. Seriously it’s gross."

Now that was hilarious to where Simon bursted out laughing so hard he snorted. Oh god that was embarrassing. He looked over and saw his girlfriend looking at him with one eyebrow raised. She made her finger in a come hither motion, then Simon realized that Isabelle and him were alone.

Oh shit they were alone and she was looking like she wanted to devour him with that fucking seductive look.

"You know Simon seeing you all flushed and hard made me want you so bad."

"W—what?" The boy stammered unsure if he was dreaming or if that was actually real. But seriously was this actually happening or was he dreaming?

He was then pushed up against the wall, her lips covering his, moving harshly. Teeth and tounges clashing together so painfully seductive and the feeling of her tounge moving in his almost made him want to faint from pleasure.

With his lips finally released, slender pale hands started to caress him in ways he had never felt before, well actually not like he was a virgin, she had already took care of that, but her hands were so sensualy in that moment that he shivered with anticipation and felt a fire slowly start to smolder in the pit of hia stomache. Simon let out a few breathy moans, which must had excited Isabelle because those fucking hands firmly grabbed his ass and she had pushed him up against the wall. Isabelle wrapped her legs around his waist as he entered her so painfully slow drawing out a long and low moan from his lips. They felt like they were in heaven, the passion and lust driving them to sweet release. Simon’s lips enveloped hers again as a loud moan erupted from Isabelle’s lips. She had tried not to be too loud, but ended up screaming at the feeling of her orgasm surprising her erupting from her so fast that she saw white before her eyes.

Simon came shortly after, her name a breathy moan leaving his lips as they slid down the wall. They kissed for a few more minutes, both still panting and basking in the afterglow. God, he wanted to have another training session just to repeat that again.