(A/N: Just a Clizzy one shot. Long story short, Izzy and Clary have been madly flirting, but both are too afraid to admit their feelings for one another. The Valentine issue is done, too, and Clary goes away with Luke and Jocelyn to spend some family time together. She's gone for about a month before she returns to the Institute. There will be fluff/smut.)
The Institute was an awfully boring place without Clary Fairchild around.
To Isabelle Lightwood, it was torture.
The two shared an obvious mutual feeling of attraction toward each other, and with Clary gone for almost a month now, Izzy couldn't help but feel lonely. They had hardly been able to get close due to the Circle and Valentine, but now that it was all over, they could settle down and maybe even express their feelings, right?
Wrong.
The minute she got the chance, Clary bolted out of the Institute to make up all the time she lost with her mother. Luke came along as well, because they both lost Jocelyn. With Clary's new shadowhunter powers, as well as the reveal of Valentine being her father, she and her mother had a lot to discuss.
But Isabelle ached to see Clary again. After all, the red head never mentioned a return date, and Izzy waited anxiously every day to see the one she adored the most arrive. Maybe she would even admit those feelings that she tried her best to conceal, hoping that the other would feel the same way.
Izzy shifted through her closet, attempting to decide on which piece of clothing she should wear for the day ahead. As always, it was nothing but leather, which the girl was particularly proud of. The only thing concealing her body was a coal colored lace bra and her favorite pair of silky black underwear. Although comfortable, it was only apparel that she would wear alone.
Unexpectedly, the sound of squeaky hinges was heard from across the room as her bedroom door opened.
I should fix that sometime...
She thought to herself as she turned her head to look at the one who opened the door. She thought it may have been Alec, typically bothering her like any elder brother would. Perhaps Jace, or maybe even Mom or Dad, she pondered.
She thought it would have been anyone but the beautiful Clary Fairchild standing in her doorway, smiling warmly and excitedly at the girl that she had developed a huge crush on. Suddenly, Clary's face turned a deep shade of red as she scanned Izzy's body, unable to tear her eyes away, but shielding them in fear of giving away her obvious attraction for the Lightwood.
Isabelle, completely forgetting that she was half naked in front of her crush, smiled brightly until she followed the girl's stare to the rest of her body.
"What are you doing, Izzy! Get some clothes on! You're usually confident in situations like this!" Izzy scolded herself in her head, completely frozen.
"Do you have anything on yet?" Clary muttered through her hands, discreetly sneaking glances at Isabelle's body. She couldn't help but examine the perfect curves of it, trying her best to avoid looking directly at her chest.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I-I wasn't expecting anyone," Izzy tried brushing it off, although the stutter in her voice, along with the clumsy fumbling of the hangers in her closet as she desperately tried to find an outfit she liked as quickly as possible didn't help in the slightest.
Once she finally got into suitable attire, the raven haired girl skipped joyfully over to Clary, uncovering her hands and smiling brightly as she admired the face she hadn't seen in so long. They both engulfed the other in a huge hug, seemingly lasting a lot longer than it actually was.
