A/N: All credit for this idea goes to 'Imagine Your OTP' on Tumblr.
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An Innocent Game

It started out with an innocent game of pool. Or, more accurately, it started out with Simon asking a simple question.

"Have you ever played pool?"

The question was sudden and a little surprising, because Isabelle wasn't even entirely sure what Simon was talking about. Her brown eyes narrowed while she thought about it. "I don't know what that means."

"Well that's not a surprise," Simon said, leaning forward on his elbows. "You don't know anything about what mundanes do for fun."

"A pool is something you swim in," Isabelle stated. "How do you 'play' pool?" She looked at him carefully. "This isn't going to involve us being in a shower or something, is it?"

Simon smirked. "Unfortunately, no. But I wouldn't mind that scenario playing out."

"Don't hold your breath," Isabelle retorted. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back into her chair. Simon had brought her to a 21 and under club for lunch, and they were sitting in a dark corner at a table for two. Overall it had a surprisingly romantic effect. It wasn't something Isabelle was used to, especially with Simon as a… well, she wasn't sure what he was. But when she had first met him at the Institute, before he'd become a vampire, she'd never have guessed he was capable of getting them into a cool New York club.

Simon laughed, a spark in his own brown eyes. "I could hold my breath for a really long time and be fine," he pointed out. "Come on, let's play. It's easy, I'll teach you." He stood up and held his hand out for her. Warily, Isabelle took it and allowed herself to be pulled over to one of many strange tables, covered in what looked like green felt. Simon disappeared briefly and returned with two long, slim poles. He handed her one, and Isabelle stared at it.

"What am I supposed to do with this?" she asked, putting her free hand on her hip, "Beat you up with it?"

"Why would I ever want to give you something to beat me up with?" Simon asked. "That would be like walking out in front of a moving car. It wouldn't kill me, but it would really hurt."

Isabelle held the pole out at arm's length and examined it. "I could kill you with this," she announced after a few seconds.

This made Simon smile. "Probably," he answered. "Anyways, pay attention." He set up the solid and striped balls in a triangle, and then lined the cue ball up in front of them. "Okay, all you have to do is use this pole to get those balls into the pockets." He pointed to the six holes that ringed the edge of the table. "It's pretty easy."

"Sounds like it," Isabelle said, tossing her black hair over her shoulder. "But you go first."

Simon leaned over the table and hit the white ball with his pool stick. Isabelle took a moment to appreciate how good he looked in a grey t-shirt, loosely tucked into his jeans. His slightly muscular arms flexed as he hit the cue ball, and how he grinned triumphantly when one of the striped balls fell into a pocket. He straightened up and leaned his stick against the wall. "Alright, it's your turn. You want to hit the solid balls, but avoid the black one with the eight on it, okay?"

"Why?" Isabelle asked, getting into position.

"The eight ball is the last ball you're supposed to hit. Whoever sinks the eight ball wins."

"Okay," Isabelle said, though she didn't really understand why. She'd just have to go with it. Isabelle had been practicing her aim for years, because that was important when it came to killing demons, so it was easy for her to sink her own ball. It was even better when she noticed Simon's impressed look. To be honest, he wore that look around her a lot, but it never got old. She enjoyed being impressive.

They were pretty evenly matched at the game, between Isabelle's years of training and Simon's new vampire skills. Being a vampire made Simon good at a lot of things he wouldn't have been good at as a mundane. Especially the things they did in private.

"Looks like I'm winning," Isabelle announced twenty minutes later, triumphant. There were no solid balls left on the table, aside from the eight ball. Simon still had two striped balls to sink. Simon lined up his shot, hit the cue ball, and managed to sink one of the two stripes.

"Only because I'm letting you," Simon answered. He came around the table to stand beside her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "This is a really difficult shot, so let me help you."

Isabelle shoved him away, laughing. But after considering this for a moment, she decided that if Simon messed her up she could still win. "Alright," she said slyly, just wanting him to touch her again. "You can help me."

A thrill went through her when Simon wrapped his arms around her and placed his hands on hers. She let him line her pool stick up with the cue ball, but she didn't get a chance to make her shot. Simon pressed himself closer to her, put his lips to her ears, and whispered, "I hope your concentration is as good as your aim."

Isabelle flushed, and her skin tingled where he was touching her. Every inch of him was against her in some way. She thought about throwing her pool stick and turning on him, but she wanted to win first. Ignoring her desires, she hit the cue ball and waited.

"Yes!" she shouted a few seconds later, when the eight ball disappeared into a pocket. She twisted around in his arms and planted a kiss on his lips. "I win!"

"Congrats," Simon said, looking at her fondly. "But don't expect me to go easy on you anymore. Do you want to pl-"

It was clear that Isabelle didn't want to play again, because she threw her arms around his neck and crushed her lips against his. Simon lifted her up so she was sitting on the pool table, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. In seconds, his hands were under her shirt, and he reached hesitantly for the clasp on her bra. Reluctantly, Isabelle pulled away, breathing heavily. "Not here," she panted. She slid off the table, grabbed Simon's hand, and yanked him across the room.

She managed to locate the bathroom in the dim lighting and shoved Simon through the door. He put his hands on her waist and pulled her in. He kissed her gently, making her knees go weak. She barely managed to push the door closed and lock it before Simon backed her up against it. His lips moved against her neck, and she tried to stay somewhat focused. "Should we really be doing this here?" she asked.

"There's a first time for everything," Simon pointed out.

Isabelle considered that for about half a second, and then gave up trying to be reasonable. The most important thing at that moment was Simon, so she made a point of pulling his shirt off and flinging it away. She spent a few minutes "Do you want to know a secret?" she whispered, her fingers dancing across the waistband of his jeans.

"Will you stop teasing me after that?" Simon groaned.

Isabelle unclasped his belt, going painstakingly slow to make a point, before returning her lips to his for what was meant to be another agonizing moment for Simon. He groaned, and she grinned. "This is my favorite date so far. We should give your bedroom a break more often."

A/N: Hello friends thank you for reading. I know it's on the short side and quite possibly cheesy (because that's what I specialize in), but I hope you liked it! Drop me a review?