Isabelle sat on her bed, staring down at her black painted fingernails. She couldn't stop thinking about Simon.

The way he had saved her in the deacon realms by losing his own blood, and the way he had kissed her the next day inside the cave. She remembered Magnus's father, the greater demon——Asmodeus taking away Simon's memories and immortality.

Her face was flushed with anger and streaked with tears. Her nails dug into her palms, smearing them with blood.

A knock at the door cut her off her thoughts and left her staring down at her bloody palms. Isabelle hurriedly wiped off her tears with the back of her hand. She wanted to scream, 'Go away!'  to whoever was on the other side of the door, but thought better of it and crossed the room to open it.

Simon stood outside the door, staring down at his feet, rocking back and forth on his heals with his hands in his pocket. He wore a white shirt and denim shorts with his hair unkempt. He raised his head and saw that Isabelle had opened her door.

She wore a short black dress with her electrum whip around her waist and her hair was up in a messy bun.

"Hey, Iz——" Simon's face fell when he saw her face. "Have you been crying? What's wrong?"

He took her face in his hands and caressed her cheek with his thumb, looking concerned, while Isabelle was staring at him as if she's seen a ghost.

"Izzy——"

He broke off just as she hugged him, burying her face in his neck, breathing him in before breaking down and losing all control she had over her emotions.

Simon held her as she cried, rubbing little circles on the small of her back and whispering soothing words in her ear. This wasn't the Isabelle he once knew. The Isabelle he knew was very tough, strong and aggressive, and she never cried. After a while her sobs subsided.

"Simon, I missed you," her voice sounded hoarse, from crying so much. Simon held her for a little longer before she broke away and gazed into his dark brown eyes.

"Come on in," Isabelle lead him inside her room and shut the door.

Izzy's room was messier than usual; Books thrown across the table, unfolded clothes stacked up in heaps on the floor, empty cups of coffee littering her bedside table.

"So, why are you here, Simon?" Asked Izzy, putting the books in her bookshelf.

"Um...." Simon hesitated as he gathered the empty cups of coffee. "I got my memory back."

"Mmhmm. I kinda realized that, cause why would you be here otherwise?" She scoffed.

"Izzy, I'm sorry I didn't come over to see you."

"I thought you might have forgotten about me completely, Simon." Isabelle's eyes started to tear.

"I would never forget about you, Izzy. You're someone who's impossible to forget."

When they were done tidying up, they sat on Isabelle's bed facing each other.

"I wasn't expecting you today, you know? It was was quite a good surprise though." Izzy drew invisible lines along Simon's wrist.

"Izzy darling, Lord Montgomery always surpasses expectations," he said, making Izzy laugh.

"God! I can't believe you still remember that shit. By the way, it's been quite a while since we've.... kissed and done other stuff," She said, seductively.

"So what do you suggest we do?" Simon said, smirking.

Isabelle stood up and took off the pearl clasp holding her hair up, letting her hair fall down around her shoulders in loose curls. Undoing the electrum whip from around her waist, she crawled onto the bed and Simon's hands were suddenly on her waist, pulling her down on top of him.

Their lips met, and at first the kiss was soft and gentle although in about three seconds it turned into hot and fierce one.

Isabelle's fingers curled up in Simon's soft hair as Simon's hand slid to the back of her dress and found the zipper. Isabelle, sensing his hesitation, nodded slightly as he unzipped her dress and raised it over her head.

Their kisses grew deeper and deeper as Simon parted her lips with his and flicked his tongue against hers. He grabbed her waist and pulled her down onto the bed, rolling top of her.

Isabelle took his shirt off over his head and tossed it onto the ground. Then her fingers slid down to his shorts' button and undid it before he kicked them off. The only things that separated them from each other were Simon's grey cotton boxers and Isabelle's black lacy bra and underwear.

Simon put his hands on the bed on either side of Isabelle's head and leaned down on his elbows.

Their lips crashed together and he dragged his lips across her jaw to her throat, then to her collarbone, before kissing his way down past the valley between her breasts to her stomach, making her breathing quicken.

"Beautiful," he whispered, gazing up at her. Then his lips were back on Isabelle's demanding than ever. He nipped her lips gently, causing her to moan in pleasure. Isabelle's hands skimmed over Simon's back causing Simon to pin her hands over her head before kissing her teasingly———

The door opened and Isabelle's brother Alec strode in holding a book.

"Izzy, I've got good news about Simon——" He turned back towards the door when he saw Simon lying on top of Izzy.

"WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING TO ME?!" He was furious. "First in Idris, then in the demon realms, and now?!" His voice rose with every word.

"Knock before you come in next time. Or the next time you come into my room uninvited, you might see worse," spat Isabelle.

"Maybe you should lock the door the next time Simon comes into your room." Alec stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

"Izzy." Simon hesitated. "Is Alec okay with.....us being together?"

"Sure. He's just jealous cause him and Magnus are on a break, but he'll come around eventually,"
Izzy replied.

"So... where were we?" Her fingers slid under the waistband of Simon's boxers, tugging it down. Just like that, the rest of their clothes came off.