TMI Sizzy Fanfic: But Your A Heartbreaker

Come in

He sucked in a long deep breath and knocked lightly on the door. There was no answer, no muffled 'come in', nothing. Simon stood there in the hall way staring at the door. Maybe she is out, Simon suggested to his racing mind, yes that must be why she wasn't answering. Just to be sure he knocked again, louder this time. Still no response. A cold shiver wrapped around him from behind as a gust of cool air raced down the passage. His t-shirt moved with the air and clung to his sweaty body. He stared deeper at the door, longing for the feel of the hot water of the shower beyond. Then his mind struck gold, if Izzy was out she wouldn't need her shower and he was sure that she wouldn't mind him using it in her absence. His hand moved to the door handle, a crafted slice of metal that was cold to touch. He shivered again as he pushed and the door opened, but this time not due to the cold.

Immediately he was hit by an assault of perfume, figs and sandalwood. Then as his senses adjusted he could hear the sound of running water. He started to head towards the bathroom, drawn in by the warm sound of running water. Then his hand just inches from the door he stopped. The water was running from a shower, which must have been occupied.

Simon sighed and turned around making his way back to elegantly made bed. Running his hand along the covers he could feel the sheets were slightly damp, like they had been recently washed and not had time to dry properly. His eyes observed the room. Everything was in its place, away and tidy, every shelf was neatly arranged and there was no weaponry laying around on the side tables. Izzy had cleaned. Why would she clean, no body ever came in here and the people who did didn't mind the mess. Then it dawned on him, she knew he was coming over, this was all for his benefit.

His t-shirt was still clinging to him and a cold chill had set into his bones. Simon rose from the bed and strode confidently over to the bathroom. Don't be a wimp, Simon scolded himself. Hesitantly he reached for the door handle. It was now or never.

He opened the door slowly then all at once, sliding into the room and closing it behind him. Through the steam and heat Simon could seen Izzy's slender figure under the stream of cascading water. Her long black hair almost to her waist. He removed his soggy clothes and glasses then walked over to the door. Izzy apparently hadn't noticed his entry and jumped when he put his hand on her waist, but she didn't turn around.

"I didn't want you to use all the hot water" Simon spoke softly, moving himself into the falling water so that they both disappeared into the warm sheet of rain.