Eli returns from the mental hospital to a party hosted by Clare. After almost two weeks without seeing each other, things get interesting.
Clare tried to entertain the few people that had showed up for Eli’s ‘party’. She was so anxious about seeing him that it made it hard to really concentrate on what she was doing. She focused on making sure everything was perfect. She was practically OCD making sure that food was stocked and neat on the table. She wasn’t convinced that Bullfrog hadn’t spiked her punch before he left with Cece to pick up Eli. She had about two sips of hers before she decided that maybe she’d just get a canned drink instead. She made some small talk with one of the kids from their English class that had decided to come between rounds to the window. She was dying! Seriously was he ever going to get home. She was pretty sure that he wasn’t and she was going to pretty much spontaneously combust right then and there. Her nerves had been getting the best of her all day. She felt like a loose canon. She was desperately trying to get a grip on herself. In the end, she’d decided against the pink dress and went with a newer on that Cece had talked her into. It was black and much more form fitting. She’d come close to changing out of it a million times and back into the other dress but she’d pretty much been told she had to wear it. Sometimes, she wished Eli’s mom was more of a mom than an older sister or friend. Other times, she loved her just the way she is because there was no way she’d have had the nerve to go out in public (sort of) dressed like this otherwise. It had earned her a couple compliments which made her feel even more self-conscious about it. What if he hated it? What if she’d gotten uglier while he was away in therapy. He just plain needed to get there before she lost her mind. Not that she hadn’t sort of already.
The car ride seemed to take forever, at least to Eli. It felt like an eternity before saw the familiar street signs, the buildings. That made his heart beat a little faster, and it increased steadily as they drove closer and closer to his house. He knew Clare would be there; that’s what made him anxious. He hadn’t seen her for nearly two weeks, and after what they’d talked about previously, it only added on to that. Of course, he wanted to be like that with her, more than anything, but it was still a bit nerve wracking. The car pulled up into the driveway, coming to a complete stop. He didn’t wait for his parents to speak a word to him, but instead, jumped out of the car and paced himself to the front door. Eli briefly closed his eyes, grabbing the knob, and opening the door.
Clare heard another car and it set her eyes toward the window. When she saw the car, she knew it was him and it made her heart rate increase so much that she felt a bit light-headed. She had to use the table to support herself for a moment. She wanted to race to the door but she couldn’t even make her feet move to go toward it. She instead waited for the door to stop, blue eyes widening at the night of him. She figured he’d get his things out of the car later. There were plenty of people there that wanted a chance to say hello to him and she let them pounce him to say hello and give their well-wishes. Her stomach flipped as she watched him. He was so damn close. She could wait her turn. She could. She brushed back some of her own brown curls, smiling at him across the room. There was some music playing but mostly people were just hanging around and eating or chatting. A few had taken to video games. She obviously wasn’t the wild and crazy party thrower type. The hand painted ‘Welcome Home’ banner should have been an indicator of that. She’d loved him enough to try to do this to make him happy though. Two weeks was a long time to go without seeing him.
As soon as the door opened, his eyes searched the small crowd of people for Clare. It wasn’t long before he spotted her, biting the inside of his cheek; she looked absolutely amazing. Blinking a few times, he returned the smile, not wanting to take his eyes off her. The dress she was wearing was completely different from the one she’d said she’d picked out before, it had an edgier touch, and made him want to desert the party completely and fulfill what he’d said before. But he managed to keep his control, meeting the stray people who had come to welcome him back. Occasionally shaking hands, returning faint smiles, recieving pats on the back. It was almost like a routine after the first five people. Others were too engrossed in talking to each other or playing video games to really do anything besides manage a wave, but Eli wasn’t the most social person. It was enough for him that people actually came to see him, let alone strike up a conversation. He managed to work his way past a few people, walking over to Clare.
It was pure torture waiting for him to make his way over. She was about as nervous as she had been the first time he’d spoken to her. She could feel the butterflies in her stomach and it was only luck that she kept her hands from shaking. She knew offered him shy smile, biting her lip slightly as she offered him a small wave as he got closer. “Welcome home,” she told him trying to keep her voice neutral. She was so nervous about all of this that it was sort of embarrassing. Her cheeks turned pink and she tried to will herself to calm down and act normal but she knew her behavior had to be so obvious. She was completely flustered and he hadn’t even properly kissed her yet. She initiated a hug between them, stepping forward to curl her arms around him burying her face in his shoulder. “I wasn’t prepared for how popular you were going to be,” she admitted with a bit of a laugh. She was definitely trying to not talk about the one thing that was on her mind. They’d discussed sneaking away and she wasn’t so sure how subtle they could possibly be about it at the moment. She definitely wasn’t going to be blunt about it or begrudge him if he wanted to play video games with the boys. “You look good,” she told him quietly when she pulled back enough to look into his eyes.
Eli smiled as her arms slid around him, and he returned the embrace, lacing his arms around her waist. He missed this, really missed being able to hold her in his arms without worrying about being pulled away by something trying to stop them. He missed having the freedom to be with her when he wanted to, which he couldn’t when he was in the hospital. “Me, popular. That’s a new one. I don’t know if I’ll be able to get used to that.” he teased, smiling. Eli definitely didn’t consider himself popular, in fact he considered himself the complete opposite. Being one of the school’s biggest misfits, most people didn’t exactly gravitate towards him. “I could say the same for you.” he smirked, meeting her gaze. “You look amazing.”
Clare was more or less certain people only showed up because they heard the word ‘party’. There were probably a few people who showed up to see just how far off the rails he’d gone. The Degrassi rumor mill was particularly vicious and she’d heard more than a few false things said about where he was. She’d gone off on more than a hand few of those people spreading it over the course of the month too. She didn’t exactly want him to have to worry about the Degrassi snake pit at the moment though. Especially when he felt so nice back in her arms. She did not want to let go of him. She knew she probably should have given a little space but at the moment she just wanted to keep a hand on him at all times. “Your mom said you’d like this better,” she said looking down shyly after meeting his gaze again. She already wanted to kiss him so badly. They’d been dating for so long that no one would have been surprised if there was a kiss or two exchanged right now. She wasn’t completely convinced she’d be able to stop herself if she allowed one. She laughed quietly, leaning to whisper in his ear conspiratorially,”I hope you’re stocked up on chapstick.” She planned on kisses his lips raw at the first opportunity. For now, she brushed some of his dark hair out of his eyes.
Eli knew that Degrassi was the Grand Central Station of rumors and cruel words. He’d watched Adam suffer at the hands of secrets all year long, and seeing as he was the school’s newest mental patient, he could only imagine what they were saying about him. People already thought he was crazy, from what he’d heard from passing in the hallway, but that was because of the hearse. Back then, they didn’t have proof. Now they did, and there was nothing he could do to change that. He didn’t exactly want to focus on that at the moment, though. With Clare only inches away from him, the last thing on his mind were the people at school. He wanted to kiss her, badly, but they both knew that it would lead to the next thing, and the next, and he was pretty sure he didn’t want to take her in front of an entire group of people. He smiled as she brushed the hair out of his eyes, biting the inside of his cheek.
Clare felt his Cece and Bullfrog’s eyes watching them. She turned her gaze away from Eli only long enough to look at them and see they were making faces at them. Some of them were particularly off-color and it made her cheeks burn. She’d been fairly honest with her own mother about her life choices and her mother had taken it well but she couldn’t imagine her sitting on the sidelines cheering her on. She was glad this was Eli’s parents and not her own. She did try and continue to make conversation with other people around him but it was really hard to concentrate with him so close. This whole trying to be good at the party thing was a rather fruitless endeavor. She let out a laugh after a sharp intake of breathe, moving to kiss his cheek. “I, uh, need to show you something from your room,” she said coming up with the lamest excuse ever to get him alone, loosening her arms to try and turn to walk toward it. It was painfully obvious what she was trying to do despite her attempt at subtly. She was glad Alli wasn’t nearby to call her out on it. Eli would probably tease her for it later. She didn’t care. She just wanted to kiss her boyfriend. She did grab onto his hand and tug him with her in case he didn’t get the clue.
It wasn’t hard to tell from the blush in Clare’s cheeks that she’d managed to see Cece and Bullfrog. He glanced over his shoulder briefly, but long enough to see the faces they were making. Eli was pretty sure his parents were the only people on earth who would encourage their son to be intimate with his girlfriend; they certainly hadn’t grown up since they were teenagers, but it was something he’d gotten used to. He had to admit, he was getting a little impatient, waiting for the party to be over so he could be alone with Clare. He felt his heart rate pick up slightly as her lips met his cheek, and her hand grabbed his. The smirk on his face was evident, and he wasn’t about to hide it as they made their way up the stairs. “So, what exactly do you plan to show me?” he teased, opening the door to his room.
Just for that two-seconds of teasing, Clare decided to make him suffer a little longer. She playfully relased his hand and pushed him to sit on his bed. “Your welcome home gift from my mother,” she announced trying to not laugh at the words. It still seemed foreign to her that her mother would respect her decisions much less get dragged right along into them with Cece. Even if Cece and Bullfrog still thought they were teenagers, they played up the whole ‘adult’ act well when they needed to. Clare shut the door and locked it standing there in front of him for a second before she blushed again. She wished she could stop doing that. “Close your eyes,” she ordered quietly, waiting for him to comply. She decided to add an empty threat to it as well,“No peeking either or else.” She knew he’d probably laugh at it but she didn’t care.
Eli raised an eyebrow at her answer, but sat down nonetheless. He was a little more than curious as to what she had planned; she was acting a bit mysterious, and he couldn’t say he minded it. It was exciting, not knowing what exactly would come next. He complied as she asked him to close his eyes, trying hard not to open them, push her up against the door, and kiss her. “Really? And what happens if I do open them?” he smirked, leaning back onto the bed. Eli, admittedly, was a tease. He loved to watch Clare blush, even if he couldn’t at the moment, he could still very well picture her cheeks turning that famous shade of pink. Then again, he wondered, if he kept up the teasing, she may only prolong what she had planned.
“You get punished,” Clare said not missing a beat though she was blushing ridiculously. She was glad he had his eyes closed and he couldn’t he. She watched him for along moment, making sure he was actually complying before she unzipped the back of her dress, quietly shed it. Her mother had insisted white was the only appropriate color to go with. Brides wore white on their wedding night. It could have easily passed as a slip. She would have been mortified if anyone knew what she was wearing at the moment or what she was doing while they were all downstairs eating baked goods and enjoying the party. She waited a long moment, trying to stop her anxiety from creeping back up. She hoped that this was even okay. Maybe she should have tried to be a better hostess. She debated putting the dress back on. Eli would kill her if made him wait there for this long and then nothing. She glanced down at her feet, cheeks burning hot as quietly said, “You can open them now.” She didn’t know what was about to happen next but she hoped he at least moderately approved.
Eli smirked at her reply, nodding his head to the side. It did take a little while for her to say that he could open his eyes, but when she did, it was almost immediate. His eyes widened a bit at what she was wearing; he’d never seen her in something like that. It was an understatement to say that he was at a loss for words, he was down right speechless. So, he sat there, staring at her, trying to find something to say that would suffice. “I…you look…wow.” he laughed, sitting up a little bit straighter. She had said it was a surprise from her mother, which only added to the lack of words said; he would’ve never expected that Clare’s mother of all people would let her buy something like that for him. Cece, maybe, but that was a different story. Eli slowly stood up, reluctantly sticking his hands in his pockets. He was still unable to take his eyes off her.
Clare was permanently blushing now. There weren’t many times that Eli was left speechless or stumbling on his words. He was always the one who knew what to say or when to say it. He always seemed to have a comeback for everything. She liked these rare moments when she left him like this. She laughed awkwardly, unsure what to make of his surprise. When he stood up, she looked at his face though trying to make sense of what was going to happen next. “This is where you kiss me,” she told him quietly, teasingly filling the silence between them with a remark that made it sound all too much like he’d really been rubbing off on her. She was sure she’d been rubbing off on him too. They’d only been dating forever now. She made the moment her own though by adding a clause of,“Unless you enjoy me standing here awkward and scantily clad, Then by all means take your time.” God, she wanted him to kiss her so bad right now.
Eli laughed lightly at her comment, which broke the silence that had kept him rooted in his place. He mocked contemplation, looking up at the ceiling as if deciding whether or not he should kiss her. Of course, he was practically dying to, but the opportunity to tease Clare was something he couldn’t pass up. Finally, he smirked, shortening the distance between them, and cupping her cheek gently. “It’s been two weeks. Feels like an eternity, doesn’t it?” he whispered, looking between her lips and her eyes. He was aching to feel her lips against his. Slowly, he leaned in, closing the gap between their them. The feeling was almost indescribable, just like the first time they’d ever kissed; he deduced that was because he’d been gone for so long. He’d missed kissing her more than anything.
Clare hated when he did things like this. Not because she actually hated it but because it drove her crazy. He knew he was doing it to get under her skin and he was definitely succeeding. After two weeks of not seeing each other and three of actually being able to really be alone, she didn’t know how either of them could stand this procrastination. It was particularly antagonizing. “A lifetime,” she admitted quietly, biting her lip as she followed his eyes. Her own fell to his lips and she leaned toward him. She audibly sighed into the kiss. He was always an amazing kisser but she’d been thinking about how much she wanted to kiss him for so long while he was away that she’d almost forgot the electric current that seemed to flow through her whole body every time he did. Her fingers moved up to curl into the hair at the back of his head and her body pressed up against his. Who needed oxygen to exist anymore? She didn’t. The party downstairs was the last thing on her mind anymore. She’d been right to not kiss him downstairs. There really would have been a show.
The kiss alone sent Eli’s mind reeling; it’d been far too long to have gone without her lips for almost a month. The last time they’d been together was two weeks ago, and that felt like an eternity as is. The party downstairs had completely disappeared from his mind, his priority right now being Clare, merely inches away from him, kissing him, scantily dressed. He felt her fingers lace into his hair, her body pressing against his. He kissed her with a stronger passion, placing his hands firmly on her waist. Mentally, he thanked Clare for locking the door while his eyes were closed, otherwise he was sure Cece and Bullfrog would walk in at any moment. Knowing them, they’d probably sit down on the bed and watch as things unfolded. Eli was convinced he had the nosiest parents in the world, but as long as they stayed downstairs, things were fine to move along.
Clare opened her mouth to him, feeling nervous excitement rushing through her body. They were actually doing this. Granted, they’d been here before. Many times. They’d come really close the last few times they’d been together before he went into treatment but there was always something that happened before they could seal the deal. She’d promised nothing was going to stop them this time and she meant it. Not her phone ringing. Not someone knocking at the door. Nothing. Clare kissed him until her body demanded her breathe, placing her forehead against his and breathing heavily as she tried to stop her body from reeling. “Is this okay or would you like to examine the ceiling a little more?” she teased breathlessly, moving her mouth to his neck once she got a grip on herself. All the old marks had faded but it was okay. She’d leave him some new ones.
Kissing Clare was the best feeling in the world, in Eli’s mind. It was intoxicating, addicting, it sent electric impulses down his spine, which only added to the pace at which he was kissing her. Reluctantly, he pulled away as well, pressing his forehead to her’s. Mentally, he rolled his eyes at her comment. “Well, the ceiling does look pretty good tonight.” he teased. That sarcastic feeling was long gone as her lips met his neck, evident that she planned to leave a mark or two. His eyes squeezed shut, his fingertips ghosting up and down her back. Clare knew exactly what to do to make Eli’s skin crawl, and he loved it.
“I’ve seen the way the ceiling looks at you,” Clare teased back against the flesh of his neck, nipping and kissing until she’d left a rather bright bruise there. Her breath was hot and she let her own hands moving over his shoulders, slipping under the hem of his shirt to touch the skin there. She was taking a lot of initiative and she hoped he would pick up his game as well. “The ceiling has definitely having lustful thoughts about you,” she added quietly, lifting her lips to tug at an earlobe. She was totally not making small talk about his ceiling. It was a lot easier to personify a ceiling than put her own thoughts out there at the moment. She really had missed moments like this though.
A smirk appeared on his face; this ceiling banter was probably one of the most teasing things Clare had yet to do. Not that she hadn’t been a tease before, but this was definitely entertaining. Eli decided it was time for him to take some initiative, instead of letting her do all the work; he wanted to do something for her, more than anything. He moved his hands, which were placed at her hips, to take her hands in his. Slowly, he lead her to the bed, pushing her down gently, and then moving to sit next to her. Eli gently kissed her jawline, moving his lips down to her neck, going at an almost teasing pace. “Really? I’d never expect that out of my ceiling.” he whispered, biting gently onto her skin. “I might be having the same thoughts, only not about the ceiling.” Things were moving fast, not that he minded; he loved the pace. He loved her.
Clare smiled as he took her hands though she breathing hitched slightly as he moved her toward the bed. She took a moment to adjust against all of his pillows, though her eyes never left his face as he moved to the spot right next to her. “Your ceiling has a lot of secrets,” she managed after a moment. His lips were already driving her crazy, moving over her jaw and neck. It was not as easy to be teasing anymore not that all she was really thinking about was how close he was and what he was doing to her. She chewed her bottom lip when he said he was having the same thoughts but not about the ceiling. “Who are you having the thoughts about then?” she asked as if there was any real question to it. She didn’t mind if things went fast or slow at this point. She knew he’d be careful when it came to the actual act and that was all that mattered.
Eli couldn’t help but smirk against her skin, trailing his hand up and down her sides slowly, almost teasingly. His lips moved across her jawline, kissing his way up to her ear, brushing them against the shell gently. “Well, it might be you.” he muttered, moving back to her neck, biting gently on her skin. “But can you really blame me?” Eli couldn’t help but want to tease her, watch her squirm. It was entertaining, almost, but still incredibly alluring. It was Clare; he couldn’t exactly keep himself controlled when she was with him. But that didn’t really matter. He wasn’t sure he wanted to keep himself under control, it was nearly impossible to do. Eli moved to kiss her again, burying his hands in her curls.
Clare let out a loud sigh at the feeling of his hands moving down her sides, his lips teasing over her ears and then back to her neck. The biting was always going to get to her. She couldn’t help that it was something she simply really liked. It definitely made her squirm a little, though she arched her neck as if to beg for more. She mostly just wanted more of him though. “I might,” she told him with a nervous laugh before adding, “I’m still trying to figure out what exactly I’m going to do with you.” Though she was pretty sure it was obvious what she was going to do with him. She smiled into this new kiss, carefully curling herself halfway on top of him. Her hands roamed over his chest and stomach as she kissed him. She just wanted to be closer to him and she couldn’t quite get enough.
As Clare’s body slightly towered over him, he slid his hand up her back, caressing the exposed part of her skin. Eli shuddered slightly, feeling the tips of her fingers slide across his torso. He kicked his shoes off, hearing them fall to the floor with a slight thud. It wasn’t really any problem if anyone heard, and if they did, he didn’t care. He broke the kiss, catching his breath for a moment. It hadn’t really registered until now how desperate for breathing he was. “What to do with me?” he smirked, trailing his hand up her back. “I could say the same for you. Just imagine the things I can do to you.” Eli teased, placing feather-light kisses on her neck.
Clare always loved getting reactions out him whether she was actually trying for them or not. Feeling Eli shudder excited her. She wanted to see him let go which was something she didn’t get to see often. He was always so busy worrying about her or dealing with his emotional trauma from the past. She moaned loudly into his kiss, really not caring at the moment if anyone else had ventured upstairs and was listening through the door. The threat of things he could do to her made her pulse raise. “I could imagine but I’d rather you show me,” she told him tauntingly, moving each leg to the side of his thighs, fingers slipping under his shirt to try and tug it up and off. She eventually tossed it off the bed. “Unless you’re afraid?” she added challenging him.
It wasn’t exactly a secret that Eli was protective of Clare. Events from his past, and just being himself gave him this constant sense to make sure that she was okay, and that he wasn’t doing anything to upset her, or hurt her. But she was making it pretty clear that she wasn’t hurt, and he had to tell himself he wasn’t putting her in any danger. The both of them wanted to be there, and he wasn’t about to do anything to stop the progress they were making. Eli’s breath hitched as she straddled him, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor with the remaining clothing. He raised an eyebrow, “Afraid? Never.” His signature smirk was practically glued onto his face as he leaned up to kiss her again, hands roaming across to her stomach, exploring every inch of her body.
“Prove it,” she managed against his mouth breathlessly intending it to be the last thing she really had to say for a while. She then focused on kissing him. She loved his hands on her body even if the thin fabric was hiding it just enough. They’d definitely been messing around enough over the last month before he went into treatment that him touching it was second nature. She wasn’t quite as shy about all of that as she once was. It worried her that all of this was a struggle for him. She knew he was always afraid of her ending up hurt like Julia. She knew once they made it past that first time, the worry would be gone though. She wasn’t deluded enough to think it was going to be all rainbows and unicorns at first but it was going to be with him and that meant more to her than anything else. She knew they were anxious to make it happen but it didn’t mean she was going to let the romance slide. She broke the kiss when her lips were bruised again, shifting against him slightly as she arched her back to press a few kisses over his collar bone and chest. Sometimes, she wondered if he knew how perfect he was.
Eli took in a deep breath as he felt her slide his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor with the rest of their discarded clothing. The moment her lips met his skin, his eyes snapped shut, and he drew in a sharp breath. “Clare…” he muttered, slipping his hand underneath the thin fabric covering her back. It rested relatively low, almost innocently, but he wanted to be gentle about it. Teasingly, he tugged at it, smirking as she continued to kiss him. Eli didn’t normally think of himself as perfect, in fact, he thought of himself as far from it. He wasn’t exactly stable; he had a lot of problems. And yeah, he wasn’t the most toned person in the world. He rarely saw the positive things about himself, and focused moreso on the imperfections. But when he was with Clare, it was almost like everything that was weighing him down was forgotten. He could let loose with her, be himself.
Clare then it was just a scrap of fabric but feeling his hand slip underneath it made goosebumps form all over her pale skin. Her skin was warm but he hands felt cool on her skin. She definitely didn’t mind the invasion and the noises that escaped her throat made it abundantly clear. It had been a while since she’d felt her skin against his and just the thought of being with him skin against skin made her head spin, the cravings strike. The easy, quiet intimacy they had with each was her drug. When she was alone with him nothing else ever seemed to matter and it was easy to just be. Blue eyes opened to watch him as she toyed with his belt, chewing her lip as she watched him before leaning up to peck his lips again. “I want you to make love to me,” she let him know, entirely ahead of the game but feeling as if in this moment it was perfectly okay to be blunt about what the ultimate intent was. They’d hinted, discussed and circled it for so long. This was the first time she’d ever straight out told him and she didn’t even blush. That was a first.
The sounds coming from Clare’s throat only made him want more, want to hear her, feel her. Eli bit onto his lip as her fingers toyed with his belt, playfully trying to get the belt undone. Hearing her actually say that she wanted him to make love to her, instead of just hinting it, was almost surreal. They’d been giving each other small signs for weeks at a time now, but hearing the words fall past her lips was something he’d only imagined. He paused for a second before nodding, chastely kissing her; he undid the buckle, pulling off the belt and tossing it to the floor. Eli moved his eyes to meet hers quickly, before sliding his hands back to the white fabric, gently pulling it.
Clare sat up slightly, lifted her hands above her head, meeting his eyes as he pulled at the white fabric. She still had the matching panties but without the majority of the lingerie there was nothing really left to his imagination. Most of the time he’d seen her naked body it had been in the dim light of a room or in the shadows of his car when they were on their little spring break road trip. She hadn’t bothered with touching the light when they’d come in this time. She leaned her body back down, enjoying the feeling of her skin against his instead of concentrating on her imperfections. Her lips found the pulse point of his neck and kissed lightly before lightly grazing it with her teeth as her hands went back to his pants, undoing them so he wouldn’t have to feel much discomfort. She figured they had to be slightly constricting at this point.
Eli held his breath absentmindedly as he removed the article of clothing, tossing it to the ground into the ever growing pile. He groaned almost inaudibly as her skin met his, her lips only adding to the delirious sense growing in his mind. It was almost too much to handle. His eyes closed almost instantly as he felt her hand undoing his pants, and bit the inside of his cheek; he was a little, restricted, at this point, to be honest. Breaking away from Clare for a brief moment, he slid them down, kicking them off his ankles. There wasn’t much left as far as clothing went, but Eli didn’t mind at all. He loved being close to her like this, getting to see this side of her. He was sure he was the only one who did, who ever had. He deduced it would be somewhat proper for him to take some initiative into what they had planned, so gently, he leaned over, kissing her as he pushed her into the pillows.
There was no one that ever got to see her like this but him. Eli was honestly the only person she ever honestly wanted to be with like this. Her nerves were still there but there was a lot of excitement too. She was over the moon for him and she knew giving herself to him was a decision she’d never regret. She way watched him as he moved away from her enough to kick off his pants laughing to herself. All the air disappeared from her lungs as he moved back pushing her into the pillows and her mouth moved against him. There was very little between them now and it felt so good to just be pressed up against him so. She opened her eyes to smile at him, hips pushing up into his with a frustrated sigh escaping her lips. One hand curled back into her hair while the other traced down his spine.
He’d never felt something like this as strong as he did when he was with Clare. Sure, he’d been with Julia, but it was nothing like this. It was different, and so was Clare. Clare was different for the better, without a doubt. Eli drew in a sharp breath as her hips lifted to meet his, a small sigh escaping past his lips. The feeling of her fingers tracing down his spine sent tiny electrical impulses, driving him further and further into their goal. Determination flowed through his veins. They were actually going to do this, with each other. There was no turning back now, and quite bluntly, he didn’t want to. He never wanted to. Lips traced to her cheek, kissing it gently, chastely. “Are you ready?” he whispered, clarifying.
Her heart was beating wildly inside of her chest. Clare anticipated many things in her life but falling so deeply in love that she trusted the other half enough to have this gift was something she hadn’t seen coming anytime soon. After all the hurt from the previous year, she’d honestly not been sure she’d even trust to fall. Eli had been the best surprise of her life. It often felt like God had made him just for her and sent him into her life when she needed him the most. She knew there was very little time for turning back. She couldn’t really without hurting his feelings. There was no part of her that didn’t want this to happen though. She nodded to him, reaching a hand over to drag the box of condoms his parents had bought ‘as a gift’ to sit next to them so they wouldn’t have to reach far shortly. She, of course, hadn’t opened it or anything but she hadn’t really been thinking about the impossibility of simple tasks when aroused. She pressed a kiss to the side of his nose before tugging at his boxers, pushing them down his hips before putting her hand of him, watching the reactions play on his face.
Being with Clare wasn’t like anything that’d happened to Eli before. It was a completely new feeling, and to him, it was the best one he’d ever felt. Coming home from the hospital to her dressed like she was, wanting to kiss her more than anything in the world, and then to be here, about to take the biggest step in their relationship to date was a little bit surreal. He watched out of the corner of his eye as she pulled the box over, turning back to her. His eyes closed instinctively as her hand met him, a moan falling past his lips. He opened his eyes again, seeing the obvious satisfaction on her face; she was trying to get a reaction out of him, and he knew it. He smirked, leaning down to kiss her one last time before reaching for the box, opening it with a slight difficulty. It was proving a bit difficult to open anything in this situation.
Clare was good at playing up the angelic act but there were sides of her that were a little more devil-like. Eli brought out a side of her that most people would have scoffed at the sheet idea of it’s existence. Hearing him moan as she touched him always excited her. She felt adrenaline pumping through her veins pushing her further. She couldn’t help but laugh as she watched him struggling with the box and even more so when it opened more like a piñata than a box of condoms as they went everywhere. It had to be wrong to be so amused at a moment like this. Laughing over that probably meant Eli was going to get her back big time for it. The prospect was actually pretty arousing though. “I give that an 8,” she teased quietly, watching him with big blue eyes.
Eli rolled his eyes as Clare laughed, and attempted to pick up the condoms that had flown out of the box. It just sort of exploded; he was partially to blame, seeing as he’d been the one to open it, but on the other hand, the box was practically jam-packed with at the smallest, 7,000 condoms. How many did his parents think he needed? He laughed sarcastically, taking one out of the box, and breaking the seal. “It’s not my fault my parents decided I needed enough condoms for an entire country.” he teased, smirking slightly. It went silent, and the mood became more serious. He looked from Clare to the wrapper in his hand, taking out what was inside, and slipping it on.
“Maybe they think you’re going to turn me into some sort of sex fiend”, she mused aloud before her voice trailed off and she watched him, amusement draining out of her features as it all became serious again. She hadn’t even thought about the reality of it all until he was slipping it on. Her eyes met with his. She couldn’t believe they were actually at this moment, getting this far had never happened before. Something always happened. It never failed that something would interrupt them or the timing or place was off. No one was interrupting this time.,they had all the protection they could possibly need. and she could care less about anything else that was happening in the world. Tonight really was the night. “I love you,” she managed out quietly, moving underneath him to get rid of the last unbearable layer between them, moving her hand to touch herself for only a fraction of a second. Her lips found his again and she allowed herself to slip back into the moment. Things were definitely moving quietly but she knew they both wanted it. She was already bracing herself for the moment that was to come soon.
This was actually going to happen, and it was just hitting him now. Sure, he’d known that it was to come for a while now, but it’d only been in the back of his mind, not really hitting him with full force until the ‘I love you’ escaped her lips, and she moved underneath him. He nodded, kissing her in return, proceeding to prop himself over her body. He held himself up with his hands, eyes not leaving her face as he positioned himself. “Clare,” he began, “I’m not going to lie to you. This is going to hurt, but I promise, it won’t last long.” Of course, he wanted to do this with her, of all people. He was insanely in love with her, and he wanted to be with her more than anything. But Eli couldn’t stand the thought of her being in pain because of him, because of what he was doing. But she’d even said she wanted it, as much as he did. So, slowly, he began to push in, slowly and carefully.
Clare knew what she was facing. She distinctly remembered talking to Alli about it all after she’d lost her virginity to Johnny. To say she didn’t have a lot of anxiety about the pain and awkward moments of getting used to it all was putting it simply. She was choosing to focus on the positive thing which was that she absolutely loved him and unlike Alli this wasn’t a flash in the dark decision. She’d known this was what she wanted for a while. She chewed her lip as she felt him positioning, nodding at his words and braced herself. He was being gentle, slow but it didn’t change the fact it definitely hurt. She cried out despite her best attempt to keep it in, her eyes drifting shut to try and drown out the discomfort. When it was painful, her nails dug into his shoulders. She wondered vaguely how this felt to him.
Eli bit the inside of his cheek, digging them into his skin. He didn’t think it compared to what Clare must be feeling, judging by the cries she was making. To say he felt like a complete and utter asshole for doing this would be the understatement of the year. Her nails in his skin didn’t phase him, but did add to the guilt in the pit of his stomach. She was hurting, because of him. But, Eli had done this before, and he knew that it wouldn’t last long. So, he tried to keep himself and her calm, and finally pushed all the way in. He stopped for a moment, giving her ample time to adjust, catch her breath, whatever. Eli didn’t want to see her upset; he’d give her all the time in the world just to make sure that she was okay.
Clare would have fussed if she knew he was feeling even remotely guilty about this. It wasn’t his fault that God had designed the female body to work like this. She whimpered as she felt him push the rest of the way in. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. It felt like like burning and ripping, as she laid panting underneath him it quickly faded into something less painful that allowed her to really embrace being connected with Eli like this. She opened her eyes and offered a reassuring smile before lifting off the pillows enough to kiss his lips again. She was ready for him to move.
Eli embraced the kiss as a sign that everything was fine. He opened his own eyes, after realizing they’d been closed, to see that she didn’t appear to be in much pain at the time. A wave of relief washed over him; she was okay. He didn’t hurt her, he didn’t break her. Slowly, he began to thrust in and out, at a gentle pace. He had to keep in the back of his mind that this wasn’t about him, that it was about her, and making sure she was feeling how he wanted her to feel. Therapy had discouraged him being manipulative, as he had in some situations in the past, but this wasn’t manipulation; he wanted her to feel happy, so he’d do whatever she wanted to make her feel that way.
Of course, Eli didn’t break her. Sure he took some getting used to but she was certain it had more to do with virginity than anything he was blessed with or actually doing. The gentle pace he was moving at made her moan slightly underneath him. Her own hips started to push up slightly after a few moments, trying to figure out the whole movement thing herself. She wanted this to be good for both of them. She also wanted this to be about both of them because it wasn’t really about her or him. It was about them. This was about being connected, sharing their feelings for each other on a more intimate level. A lot of people probably would have looked at everything at thought it was just two horny teenagers who needed to get off. Sure they’d had their moments of non-sex sexiness that hadn’t exactly entirely been about her love for him but this wasn’t just about hormones. She wanted to be decent at this, feel good to him. If there was ever a time she wanted to reach him mind it was now. She also wanted him to be happy. She hoped this made him happy.
Never for a second did Eli doubt that he wanted this, too. He wanted to be with Clare more than anything in the world, because she was the only thing that had really gone right in his life. Julia had turned into his nightmares, and the few other relationships he’d had fell apart in pieces on the ground. Clare was different; she was the most amazing person he’d ever met. He was almost afraid of his feelings, because at times, she was too good to be true. But it was true, and it didn’t get any truer than it did now, connected with her. The sensation was something he’d never imagined in his dreams, and not just the sexual part of it. He had a real sense that he was actually connected to her, both physically and mentally. That connection was always there, but it’d never been stronger than it was now. Happy was an understatement; Eli was ecstatic.
It was all overwhelming in a good way. Clare could barely contain herself now that she was used to the feel of him. Even the gentlest movement made her moan for him. She wasn’t remotely aware of there being anything besides them at the moment so she wasn’t exactly focused on trying to keep it down. She’d just have to hope no one was keeping tabs on them. If they were what were they honestly going to say? Were they going to go and report the truth that she actually enjoyed being intimate with her own boyfriend. Scandalous. The truth was her friends didn’t expect her to give it up because of her whole religious stances and those who weren’t her friends assumed she was probably doing it with him already because they’d been together for so long. It didn’t honestly matter what anyone else thought. This was about them. All of their relationship decisions were about them. There wasn’t a whole lot of decision making going on with him moving inside of her and her muscle clamping down around him. She pressed some gentle kisses to his shoulder and then the side of his neck as she found his rhythm though. She wanted to make this last as long as she could. The first time couldn’t last all that long though and she knew it. Especially with nothing happening before it in a whole month.
It was almost a blur to Eli, the past few minutes. In some ways, it was distinct, but in others, time had just flown by so fast that all he knew was that he was here, with Clare, and that all of this was real. He didn’t care if anyone was listening, or hearing the groans fall past his lips as the thrusts kept a steady pace. He didn’t care about anything but her, right then. It was about them, and no one else, and nothing was going to change that. People at their school could say what they wanted; they knew they were together, and they could say all the wanted. He seriously doubted that people were extremely concerned with their lives at the time, because at Degrassi, there was always some new scandal to keep people interested. The feel of her lips on his skin caused another moan, his eyes clamped shut. It was almost too much.
There was nothing Clare liked more than hearing the noises that were escaping his throat. She knew the steady pace was going to have to pick up a little if he was going to get off from this. She appreciated the fact he was taking it gentle, steady with her this first time. The way he always treated her so respectfully was one of the many reasons she was so deeply in love with him. She wanted him to enjoy this to the fullest though and it honestly wasn’t so bad anymore. She laced one of her hands with his, smiling up to him quietly before murmuring into his ear, “It’s okay. Let go. You won’t break me.” She wasn’t completely sure how much his bed could take. If people were hearing anything it was probably the squeaks coming from it with every movement of their bodies. Clare didn’t care. She was completely consumed by this moment and she intended to stay wrapped up in him for the rest of the night. She had made those sorts or promises, hadn’t she?
It lifted a little bit of a weight off of his shoulders, hearing her tell him it was okay to let go. Of course, he was still going to have some limits, but it would be more than a relief to let himself loose. Carefully at first, he picked up the pace of his thrusts, keeping his eyes shut tightly. His breathing was becoming more ragged, there was no hiding that. The bed was squeaking a little bit obnoxiously at this point, but he didn’t really care. It could break for all he cared. Well, he would care, considering it’d be more than awkward if the whole thing collapsed in the middle of all of this. He tried not to put too much pressure on the mattress, but it was a challenge. His focus was becoming more entirely on sending himself and her over the edge, and he wouldn’t stop until he had.
Clare kept forgetting to breathe. It became even harder as he picked up his pace. She had absolutely nothing to compare this feeling to. All she knew was that this felt … there wasn’t even a word in the english dictionary for it. Actually there was no word in any language. His name escaped her lips breathlessly. She’d heard that it was not uncommon for a girl to not orgasm during their first time but she was having a hard time imagining not experiencing something with him here. Her thoughts became disjointed, surrounded by the sounds of their skin smacking against each other with every movement, the heavy breathing and the traitorous bed. Her fingers traced down his shoulders and back as they moved together. She could feel the strange familiar tinging in her stomach forming into knots. She wasn’t going to let go until he did though.
The phrase ‘blinded by love’ or ‘blinded by lust’ had always made Eli scoff. He thought it was so cliche, so typical for someone to use that phrase in actuality. But right then, it couldn’t have been any less cliche than he made it out to be. He could barely think straight as the seconds carried on, switching between a blur and a lifetime. His sense of time and direction had gone out the door minutes, or hours, ago. That coil deep in his abdomen was heating quickly, at a steady rate, and he could feel himself stepping closer and closer to the edge. Clare’s name fell past his lips every so often, followed by strained breathing, or small gasps for air. It was becoming harder and harder to think, harder to focus. Eli’s hands gripped the sheets beneath them. He was so close.
Clare could feel the change. It was so damn close. Things were starting to get a bit more erratic. Nothing was quite as steady anymore. She pressed some light kisses all over his face starting on his jaw, hitting his cheeks and forehead — only sometimes pecking at his lips, nipping when he pushed especially hard into her. She might have adjusted but that didn’t mean she wasn’t extra sensitive. “I love you,” she managed again knowing it was only a matter of time now. She honestly never wanted this moment to end and she knew that was another stupid cliche. She wanted to stay like this forever with him. She was pretty sure if they tried they’d both pretty much die. She let out a little squeak as she felt her him push in a few more times and something snapped inside of her. The world sort of slipped away for a second and she felt ever muscle in her body twitch, convulse. She couldn’t be sure if it really lasted seconds or minutes but she didn’t really have control over it.
Eli’s knuckles were pale, paler than usual, as he groaned with each thrust. Clare’s lips against his skin teasing him only added to the heat boiling inside of him. His intentions weren’t to overdo it, or push her too far, but his sense of control had fallen away what seemed like years ago. Seconds went by, and he heard a small squeak fall from her lips; walls clenched around him, tightening, jolts of electricity shooting up through his body all the way down to his toes. That was it for him. With one last thrust, that breathless, weightless, body-shaking feeling consumed him as well. Eli felt himself weaken, but held himself up with his arms, shaking, breathing heavily.
Clare laid there panting even after she felt that last push, felt most parts of his body go limp. Her blue eyes had closed but they opened as she affectionately brushed the hair out of his face so she could properly look at them. Her hair was a mess and she felt a bit sticky with sweat. A part if her thought they ought to try and at least clean themselves a bit but at the moment she couldn’t bring herself to speak much less move. She wasn’t remotely ready to lose this connection with him. “Was that… okay?” she asked quietly after a moment, just laying there with him trying to come back to earth. For her it had been more than okay.
To say he was content would be an understatement. The feeling that was running through his veins was peaceful, calm, relaxing. He blinked, smiling down at her as she brushed his hair, or what she could, out of his eyes. A feeling of fatigue swept over him, mixing with the other 7,000 emotions that were just hitting his body at that moment. It was like being hit by a bus, but in the most pleasant way possible. He guessed that she was just as tired, if not more. “Clare, that wasn’t just okay. That was perfect.” Eli assured, leaning down to kiss her chastely before collapsing down beside her on the bed. He turned onto his side, taking one of her free hands into his, interlacing their fingers. “You’re perfect.”
Clare really hadn’t know all the feelings that would come out of doing this. It was overwhelming in a way that wasn’t necessarily bad. She snuggled up to him, leaning her head on his chest as her fingers tightened against him. “You’re more perfect,” she told him quietly, no sure if she’d want to move anytime soon. “Thank you for sharing that with me.” There was no one else she would have wanted to give her virginity to. There wasn’t anyone she wanted to spend the rest if her life with either. She could see herself doing this with him for the rest of her life. Now there was no doubt she wanted everything. “I hope it was worth the wait for you. It was for me,” she told with a lazy smile.
Eli smiled, wrapping his free arm around her waist, trying to pull her closer to him than she already was. He loved the feel of her against him, being so close to her. Hearing her tell him he was perfect made him smile, and in return, he pressed his lips against her forehead, giving her a small kiss. “I wouldn’t want to share it with anyone else, Edwards.” He was completely truthful in saying that, although it wasn’t the same for him. He’d been here before, which did eat away at him slightly. If he could take it back, he would, just so he could experience it under the same circumstances that she was in. But with Clare, it was like starting all over again, like the first time. Everything with her was a first. “It was, believe me. I’m glad I was worth it,” he laughed, leaning his head back against the pillows.
The fact he’d been with Julia in the past was something she knew. Clare had decided a long time ago that it wasn’t something she would ever let bother her. He hadn’t even known her back then so how could she be mad at him for anything he’d done. Sure this wasn’t his first time but it was their first time together and it was just as special. “I don’t know what to think about you not being cocky right now,” she mused perfectly content to snuggle up against him like this. There weren’t anymore reason to be self-conscious about her body or nudity. It just felt good to lay with him with nothing between them like this. “I do think we’ll have to go try that again when we feel like moving again. You’re sort of cute but exhausting.”
Julia was the last thing on his mind right now. Sure, she rang in the back of his head somewhere, but it was short-lived. All he wanted to do was focus on him and Clare, give her his full attention instead of having his past come back to haunt him every time they tried to do something special. Eli wasn’t going to let that happen again, or at least under his control. “Well, I’m a little more than exhausted. I could make more of an effort, if you’d like,” he teased, a smirk quickly crossing his face. He was worn out, tired, but being here, laying with her in the midst of the afterglow, was probably the best feeling in the world. Moments like this, quiet moments, were what made all the difference to him. He loved being close to her like this, being with her. Eli rolled his eyes, “Oh, definitely. But only sort of cute? I’m hurt, Edwards.”
No one else was really on her mind at the moment either. Tonight was special. Not just because he’d come home to her or because they’d taken their relationship to a whole new level. It was special because they were together. She was positively glowing from the after affects. “Well we go have a month of missed make out sessions to make up for,” she teased, rubbing her nose to his before stealing a few playful kisses. Honestly, the world could have blown up outside of the room and she’d be ignorant and happy at the moment. She scoffed at his question. “You’re more handsome… Sexy… Absolutely irresistible than cute at the moment but you’re always cute,” she told him, writing hearts and their initials on his chest with her fingers.
“Hm, I’d be more than happy to oblige to that,” he replied, leaning into her as she kissed him. This was all he wanted, all he needed. This was what was going to make him better; being here, with her, not having to worry about what other people thought about him, or stress until he felt like pulling his hair out and piling boxes and boxes of stuff he’ll never need because he wants something stable. Clare was stable. He was 100% sure that they always would be, and that’s what made him rest easily at night. Hearing her say all the sweet words to him, feeling her body pressed against his, it only made him fall more and more in love with her. He smiled, “That’s more like it.”
Clare smiled against his lips, just laying there close to him. She pretty much never wanted to leave his room again now that he was home. It was better here because they didn’t have to deal with other people, her home life, school or anything else. This was a happy place no matter if they were doing something or just laying there doing nothing other than just being there with each other. “Keep it up and I might hold you hostage here,” she told him quietly, eyeing him as she talked. She wasn’t sure if this was sleepy talk or if she was about to take some action but she wasn’t honestly thinking too much about what was coming next at the moment. She was just going with it. “You’re now under the treatment of Doctor Clare. My treatment involves laying around with you, kissing me, reading books with me and making love to me.”
“As long as you’re the one holding me hostage, I don’t mind at all,” he mused, kissing her chastely. Being antisocial wasn’t a real problem for Eli, he’d been self-sufficient for a good percentage of his life as is. The reason for that wasn’t entirely based on choice; if he had it his way, he wouldn’t have had people kicking his ass every day of his life, or his girlfriend cheating on him and then getting hit by a car, or the hoarding. With Clare, it was almost impossible not to let her into his world, to have someone to share everything he felt and thought with, and to, most importantly, have a friend. More than a friend, a love. Clare was, undoubtedly, his first real love. He’d thought he’d loved Julia, but looking back on it, she didn’t really love him, and he didn’t really love her. He fell in love with the idea of someone like her wanting him. “Hm, sounds like a plan, Doctor,” Eli smirked.
“You’ve already got Stockholm Syndrome. This works out amazingly,” she mused through her laughter. She liked the fact they could talk about anything and everything. They had one of those special sorts of relationships. Sure they were sappy a lot but they could have deep conversations about stuff too. They had intelligent conversations about life and books. She loved the fact that he was just as much her best friend as he was her boyfriend. She hadn’t really had that with KC or anyone else for that matter. They’d been too opposite to really care about the same things. She’d pretended to care about basketball and he’d pretended to care about robots or books. With Eli there wasn’t any real pretending. They were different but in some way, the differences balanced out and when they were together everything just fit perfectly. As tired and messy as she felt at the moment, making that smile stay on his face was the only thing that was really important to her. “Guess we need to start the treatment in earnest then,” she told him rolling slightly on top of him, kissing him again full-on. Second-wind much?
“Well, it’s to give in to a captor like you,” he teased. Laying here with her, just being able to talk with her, be sappy without having to worry about Adam groaning or his parents gushing over them was perfect. It was almost effortless, the way that he could be so honest with her, tell her everything on his mind. He didn’t have to pretend to be interested in a conversation, or keep everything that he wanted to say to himself, within reason. He had to admit, her sudden kiss did take him back just slightly, seeing as they’d both confessed to being more than tired moments ago. Eli managed to gather as much energy as he could to kiss her back with just as much fevor as she’d given him. Second wind was certainly a plausible explanation, and all he could do was hope the same adrenaline started pumping through his veins.
“I plan on keeping you captive for the rest of our lives too,” she told him happily. They were honestly ridiculous sometimes but she didn’t care. She was head over heels for him. There was no amount of whining from their friends about the constant PDA or the fact they were literally conjoined at the hip that would change that. She’d felt like she’d been missing a limb when he was away at treatment and she honestly never wanted to feel like that again. If she had her way, she’d never do without him again. She missed being able to just talk to him about the simple stuff like what had happened during her day and the random conversations about classic movies, foreign films or anything else. They really could talk about most things with each other. There were very few things that she didn’t feel comfortable talking to him about. If she didn’t say something, it was usually because she didn’t want him to worry about her or fuss about it. At the end of the day, if there was anyone she could pour her heart to it was him. He was her other half in every way. She liked the fact she took him by surprise. It made her laugh slightly against his lips, as she pulled them away with a tug to his bottom lip. She moved down to his neck, decidedly marking the side she hadn’t marked earlier. As many months as they’d been together, she knew what buttons to push and she was going to push them.
Eli laughed as her lips met his neck, quickly fading, however, as his breathing hitched slightly. She knew exactly what to do to send that familiar electricity shooting up his spine, and immediately that adrenaline he’d been hoping for shot through his veins. “Well, looks like someone’s not so tired,” Eli joked, his fingers trailing up and down her sides slowly, gently. If there was one thing he was sure he could do, it was tease her. Surprising as her newly found energy may have been, it was in no way objected to on his behalf. Clare always found ways to make his heart beat a little bit faster, and to make his breathing get a little more unsteady. Finding his way to her curls, Eli laced his fingers in her hair, pulling her closer to him.
“They say practice makes perfect,” she told murmured against his neck, teeth grazing as her fingers trailed down his chest. “Not sure where you can go from perfect though. I’m curious to find out.” Clare was definitely teasing him. She didn’t honestly know how far round two would go before the need for sleep kicked in but she definitely felt up for it. She’d always heard everything got better with each time and she supposed she’d always been one for testing theories. She noticed that the house had gotten a whole lot quieter than before. She could only assumed that people had started to leave or left. His parents were probably cleaning up or thinking about sleep themselves. She pressed warm kisses down his chest, smiling into a kiss directly over his heart. She could feel it beating underneath her, as well as the rise and fall of his chest and it excited her. “Think you can survive round two or are you too tired?” she asked, teasingly before adding, “Grandpa.” He was the older of the two.
‘Practice makes perfect’. If practice meant being with her like this, feeling the soft touches of her lips against his bare skin, her body still pressed against his, than all the time in the world could be spent practicing. “Looks like we’ll have to find out,” Eli replied, taking in a deep breath as she kissed her way down his chest. The sound of car engines revving was faint, distant, outside the windows of his bedroom. People were leaving, without a doubt. They were almost alone, besides the obvious fact that his parents were still somewhere inside the house. It was a relief, knowing that it was just the two of them, and the chances of someone coming looking for them were almost zero to none. All he wanted to focus on was Clare. “Grandpa?” Eli raised an eyebrow, sitting up a little higher on the bed. “Just for that,” he began, lifting her head from his chest to kiss her full-on. He was going to make her pay for that one. He shifted his weight, now hovering above her slightly. Lips trailed to her neck, moving over quickly, placing kisses up to her jawline and down to her collarbones.
‘Just for that’. Clare didn’t really know what to expect out of him but she knew from the expression on his face, he was about to get her back for it. She looked forward to it almost immediately. She couldn’t help the mischievous giggle that escaped her lips but it was quickly drowned out by his kiss and then the sound of soft moans as he lips trailed over her neck, jawline and then collarbones. “Is that the best you have?” she said when she caught her breath, teasing him for, aiming to push him forward. She knew he loved a challenge as much as she did and well, he was definitely not grandpa at the moment but if it pushed his buttons she wasn’t completely above it. She arched her back slightly, giving him ample opportunity to do with her whatever he pleased. Her fingers moved to traced down the line of his spine, stopping only at the small of his back. She’d missed touching his bare skin so much. This was so much better than everything else.
The small sounds of her giggling, turning into something more sensual made his skin crawl. He disguised it, however, keeping up the pace as she made small remarks. Eli smirked against her skin, moving from kissing to gently brushing his lips against it, teasing her. Two could definitely play at this game, and she was merely adding to his ego; her moans, the heat radiating off her bare skin onto his own. “Just wait and see.” he whispered back. He attempted to brush off the feeling of her fingers against spine, but it was damn near impossible to ignore. Eli bit the inside of his cheek, holding back a moan. Honestly, the littlest things that she did were setting him off, bit by bit. Hands slipped around her waist, trailing up her back, and around to her chest, resting gently on her shoulders. Cautiously, they trailed down her arms, and circled back up to her waist, at a slow pace. He wasn’t about to give into her just yet; he wanted to keep up the teasing.
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