strangers • jace herondale

thirty one

" recovery "

waking up to a naked simon playing little spoon soothed my heart. before it shocked the hell out of me.

i remembered last night clearly, i remembered every decision i made, i didn't regret anything.

it just took me by surprise that simon had agreed to my madness.

my fingers pretended to be legs which strutted up simon's chest until reaching his chin.

after a couple of stirs, he woke with a smile on his face.

the smile quickly disappeared as he winced, sitting up proved to be too painful so he plummeted back into my mattress.

"what's wrong?" as i moved to get a better look at him, i found myself wincing too.

my body ached, in a nice way, but sex with a vampire physically showed.

bruises took my body by storm, there were hand marks and tiny piercings littered all over my body.

simon hadn't drunk any of my blood, he was just a biter.

he wasn't too satisfied with the condition he had left me in, "i'm so sorry."

i chuckled at his sincerity, "simon, relax. do you see me crying?"

"i see that you're in pain." simon pointed out.

i rolled my eyes, "there are a lot more positives than negatives to this encounter."

simon found it in himself to chuckle along with me. he flipped himself over to check the time, my bed sheets covering any major body parts.

a horrified shock escaped my mouth the minute my eyes settled on his back.

it looked like krueger had visited the institute and slashed at simon's back.

"what the hell?" my fingers skimmed the scratches, "are those from me?"

"guess we physically affected each other." simon turned back over, a warm smile greeting me.

i got out of the bed, my body completely naked to which simon averted his eyes like a gentleman.

once i was in pyjamas i told him he could look at me.

"this was weird." i admitted, waiting for simon to finish putting his underwear back on.

simon laughed, "i'm glad you thought so too. i mean it was nice."