At random times of the day, Isabelle would crash into Alec, 'accidentally' smashing her lips against his.

She'll keep their mouths together, her lips moving insistingly, and he won't back up away from her.

Their lips would press at each other, with tongues sliding in and out of mouths in hot passion, and Isabelle would clutch at her brother, her throat keening, and he would know what she wants.

It's wrong, Alec always says, slipping his hand under her dress. It's so wrong.

So why does it feel so right? She'll ask, reaching out to unbutton his jeans.

He'll would make a face. It just is, he'll say, tugging her panties down.

She'll just roll her eyes and smirk, twisting her fingers at his crotch, causing him to lose any intelligible thought.

To the rest of the world, it might be wrong, but when Alec and Isabelle writhe and grind against each other, they know that there's nothing more right.

Because how could something that feels so good be so wrong?

A/N I love Isabelle/Alec. He's gay and she's straight, but they love each other so much... Reviews are loved! Thanks for reading!

Violet