Story: Hot Mess (R)
Title: Hot Mess
Rating: R
Chapter: 2
Fandom: Degrassi: The Next Generation
Summary: Clare uses her womanly whiles to protect Eli. Eclare. Flare. Misfits!
Comments: “Hot Mess” by Cobra Starship.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the idea.
Fanfiction: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6244405/2/
Clare stood by a small fire in the ravine. She wrapped her arms over her chest to keep herself warm, looking around for Fitz.
“Well if it isn’t Saint Clare.”
Clare spun around and could not help but sigh in relief. “Johnny, you scared me…”
Johnny DiMarco chuckled, shaking his head, “You know you shouldn’t be here. It isn’t safe for a girl like you.”
Clare quirked an eyebrow, frowning at his choice of words, but let it go. She shrugged nonchalantly, but still felt a bit nervous. “I’m meeting Fitz.”
Johnny furrowed his brow in thought. “Why would you…” He paused, a sly grin covering his face. He roared with laughter, “No way. You’re Fitzy’s mystery midnight hooker.”
Clare scoffed offensively, “Excuse you?”
Johnny swallowed his laughter to explain, “Well, some of us saw Fitz go in the van with some really hot girl we nicknamed ‘the hooker’. Man, if they knew…”
“But they won’t,” Clare cut him off anxiously. “Johnny, please. Don’t… don’t tell anyone.” Clare’s eyes were full of guilt and pain - the same look Alli had given him after they had sex.
Johnny sighed heavily with a nod, looking away, “Fine. I won’t say anything.”
Clare smiled sadly, nodding, “Thank you. I knew you weren’t a total jerk.”
“Yo Toots!”
Clare grimaced, recognizing the voice, and turned around. She quickly pulled a smile at Fitz, resting her hands on her hips, “Yeah?”
Fitz took a step towards her, suddenly almost too close for comfort - although it was a bit too late for that. “Y’know, that necklace,” he gently rested his index finger on the golden cross resting in her cleavage, “it’s very tempting. So very…” He paused, biting on his bottom lip, and could feel the sexual tension in the air. “Teasing.”
Clare watched him with hazy eyes, unconsciously chewing on her bottom lip. She took in deep breaths, her chest rising up as if to let his hand rest on top of her breast. She closed her eyes, letting out a soft breath.
Fitz leaned in closer, whispering in her ear, “Now. Kiss me.”
Clare felt goose bumps cover her body, but much more pleasingly than the night before. She leaned up, pressing her lips against his willingly.
Fitz cupped her neck, kissing her softly as if to ease her back into him. After all, this was not the same Clare that was there the night before. This Clare was still sweet, innocent, and naïve - at least to the rest of the world.
Clare felt something pulsing through her veins - maybe lust, just maybe. She slowly wrapped an arm around his neck, deepening the kiss ever so slightly.
Fitz - pleasantly surprised by Clare’s actions - slipped his arms around her back to pull her into him. He pulled back after a minute and looked down at her with a soft smirk.
Clare stood in his arms, eyes closed, breath shallow, and absolutely speechless. She looked up at Fitz, eyes full of fear and mouth agape in shock.
“I see the way you look at him. And I know you have a lot of pent up sexual suspension…” Fitz started to ramble.
“Tension,” Clare piped up bravely, correcting him. “Tension. Not suspension.”
Fitz smiled a little at her willingness to correct him. “Tension. Right. And… I can help you with that. I won’t hurt the punk and you and me get to have a little fun,” he offered.
Clare looked down at the ground, sighing in frustration, “That wasn’t the deal, Fitz.”
“We can make a new deal,” Fitz shrugged. “He’s not gonna kiss ya anytime soon! And, hell, I’ll kiss, make out, foreplay, tease, and fuck you anytime you want!”
Clare’s face flushed in embarrassment at the easiness of his voice, punching him hard in the shoulder, while she chided him, “Keep it down!” She pouted in thought, watching him rub his arm.
While she was practically head-over-heels with Eli, she knew he had his chance and now another guy - while he was not Eli or exactly the most charming guy - was asking her to in the very least spend some sort of time with him and he did have a way with words.
Clare looked up at Fitz and rolled her eyes, smiling, “You tell anyone and I’ll kill you.”
Fitz laughed, pulling her back into him for another kiss, “Sure.”
DTNG
Eli had been searching almost all day for Clare. He knew in the back of his mind that he was nervous to find her, but he also knew it was now or never. If only he could find her. He had not seen her since she left after math class, right around lunch. He hurried down the hallway to her locker and as if out of nowhere, Clare Edwards stood at her locker, staring into her mirror as if in a daydream.
“Clare!” Eli called out, walking over to her. “I… um, wanted to talk to you.”
Clare turned to him and smiled, closing her locker to show him she was paying attention.
“So… if I wrote this…” Eli bit his bottom lip in thought. “Character - just some… some guy. And he happened to like this other character - a girl, of course - and wanted to ask he wanted to ask her out…” He sighed, finally looking at her. “How would I go about doing that?” he asked.
“Well…” Clare pursed her lips in thought and then a smirk broke out on her lips. “He could get down on his knees and beg her.”
Eli narrowed his eyes at her, his voice losing enthusiasm, “Really?”
Clare shrugged nonchalantly; pulling her purse up on her shoulder, “Well, if he doesn’t like her that much…” She took a few steps back from him.
Eli grabbed her by the elbow as if it had become a reflex, calling, “No. Wait!”
Clare turned back to him, her bow almost falling out of her hair. She reached up, fixing it ever so slightly, as he slowly dropped to his knees.
“Clare. Will you go on a date with me?” Eli asked, rolling his eyes. He narrowed his look at her, speaking through his teeth, “I swear, Clare…”
Clare could not help herself as she laughed, nodding, “Yes, Eli. I would love to.”
Eli sighed in relief, getting back up on his feet, “Thank God.”
Clare placed her hand on his chest, quirking a questionable eyebrow, “Who said you get to stand?”
Eli froze, his body tensing, and he tried his hardest not to show how nervous he was by her words.
Clare shook her head with a smile, “I’m just kidding.” She pecked his cheek. “Relax. Take a joke,” she said before leaving him.
DTNG
Fitz pulled Clare’s dress up over her head before pushing her back against the floor of the van. His lips urgently kissed her neck, causing her to moan softly. She clutched his back tightly, digging her nails through his shirt and into his skin. She wrapped her legs around his waist while turning her head to try to get him to focus his mouth elsewhere.
“Fitz…” she whined softly, her bottom lip jutting out into a pout.
Fitz pulled his head back before rushing his lips straight into hers. He slid his hands down her sides, enjoying the shape of her body. Clare moaned against his lips as hers matched his hurried manor. She sighed softly, just barely opening her mouth enough for him to graze the inside of her mouth with her tongue. She moaned softly, dropping her head back away from his.
Fitz frowned, brushing his hand over the top of her hair, and kissed the corner of her mouth. “Clare,” he whispered softly. He kissed her cheek. “What’s up?”
Clare closed her eyes, biting her bottom lip, as the thought of Eli on his knees, asking her out, entered her mind. She shook her head, “Long day.”
Fitz rested his head between her breasts, looking up at her mischievously. “Then I’ll have to make it shorter than.” He kissed her stomach harshly, causing her to giggle and squirm, while his hands traveled down to her hips. He fastened his thumbs in the hem of her underwear.
Clare relaxed a bit as the last garment of clothing slid down her legs. She closed her eyes with a soft sigh, but suddenly shivered at his breath on her most sensitive spot. He slowly slid his middle finger inside of her, causing her to gasp and arch up off the floor. “Fitz,” she called out softly, grasping onto his shoulders.
Fitz smirked, enjoying the sound of his name from her voice. “What’s up?” He slowly slid his finger out of her before forcing it back in, retracting a moan from her. He leaned forward, closer to her, and kissed her ever so softly on the nose.
Clare could feel the same hot passion bubbling she had felt the night before bubbling inside of her. She squirmed a bit and caught his lips with her own. She pulled back with a string of moans, holding tight to him as his pace quickened, suddenly hitting her most sensitive spot. She felt her breathing hitch, causing her body to shake with pleasure.
Fitz sucked on her stomach hungrily, hitting her spot harder and faster. He wanted so badly to give her the pleasure that would make her come back to him. After all, he could use this to his advantage.
Clare let out a moan that could pass for a scream as she finished. As soon as Fitz pulled his finger out for good, her body suddenly withered uncontrollably. She curled into a ball, shaking in shock, while trying to catch her breath.
“Hey,” Fitz called softly, suddenly concerned. No girl had ever reacted in such a way. He reached out, running a hand over her bare back. “Clare, you okay?” he asked, curling up behind her and wrapping his arms around her stomach. He kissed her shoulder, enjoying the salty taste of her sweat while rubbing her stomach gently. “What’s wrong?”
Clare leaned back into him comfortably. Having finally caught her breath, she spoke up quietly, “Nothing. Just… just in shock.” She bit her bottom lip, her face flushing almost as much as her body. “That was amazing,” she whispered in awe. She looked over her shoulder, eyes star struck. She tilted her head ever so slightly as she pressed her lips against his.
Fitz smiled against her lips, kissing her passionately. He carefully turned her to face him and slipped his tongue against her lips, prying them open. She slid her tongue against his, receiving pleasure from the sensation of his warm tongue playing with hers.
Fitz pulled back, surprising Clare, and whispered through heavy breaths carelessly, “You should get dressed.”
Clare suddenly grabbed her dress, pulling it up against her to hide her nakedness. She looked down shamefully, her face flushing in embarrassment. She bit her lips together to keep tears from falling. She scooted to the furthest corner to hide as he got out of the van. She watched him, tears falling from her eyes, confused as to what she had done wrong. She pulled her knees to her chest and cried to herself.
DTNG
Clare stood in the Dot. She had gone home to change into something more casual and comfortable. She had pulled on a pair of gray sweatpants, a blue t-shirt that read “Degrassi Panthers” in bright yellow print, and a gray zipper hoodie. She scud her white tennis shoes against the floor as she stood by the counter, waiting for Eli to show up.
She pulled her phone out of her pocket to check the time, again. 6:48.
“Clare. You sure you’re okay?”
Clare looked up, across the counter at Peter and smiled. He had always been kind to her - she assumed it was because he had never gotten over Darcy. “Yeah, I’m… a little early,” she assured.
“You want anything while you’re waiting? Peppermint tea?” Peter offered with a smile. While he was always told “service with a smile”, this one was much more genuine, much kinder.
Clare nodded, smiling a little, “Sounds great. Thank you.” She dropped her purse on the counter, searching for her wallet when suddenly a hand dropped on hers.
“I got this.”
Clare could not help but smile at the comforting sound of Eli’s voice. She looked up at him and nodded, “Thanks.”
Eli put three dollars on the counter for Peter to take and then turned to face Clare. “What’s up, Plath?” he asked, cupping her cheek gently. He took notice of her bloodshot eyes and flushed face. “You look like you’ve been crying.”
“I’m just stressed out about finals and stuff,” Clare shrugged, but leaned into his touch comfortably. She reached out, taking his free hand, which caused him to pull her into him.
Eli wrapped both his arms around her protectively, rubbing her back instinctively. “Yeah, finals do that to a person. A normal person. But not usually a genius,” he stated.
Clare blushed, resting her cheek on his chest. “Well, geniuses can be stressed out too.”
Eli chuckled, smiling, “I’m just teasing, Clare.”
Someone cleared their throat, causing Clare to stand up straighter - further from Eli. Peter stood on the opposite side of the counter, holding a disposable coffee cup filled with tea, but Clare could tell there was something else in his eyes - a sense of protectiveness. She smiled sheepishly, taking the cup, “Thank you, Peter.”She nodded another thank you, taking a sip.
She turned back and smiled, “We should, um… sit.”
Eli nodded, a smug smirk playing his lips, “Of course.”
Clare grabbed her purse off the counter, resting it in the crook of her elbow, and headed to a nearby table. She sat down with a smile, thoughts of this afternoon with Fitz a million miles away
Rating: R
Chapter: 2
Fandom: Degrassi: The Next Generation
Summary: Clare uses her womanly whiles to protect Eli. Eclare. Flare. Misfits!
Comments: “Hot Mess” by Cobra Starship.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the idea.
Fanfiction: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6244405/2/
Clare stood by a small fire in the ravine. She wrapped her arms over her chest to keep herself warm, looking around for Fitz.
“Well if it isn’t Saint Clare.”
Clare spun around and could not help but sigh in relief. “Johnny, you scared me…”
Johnny DiMarco chuckled, shaking his head, “You know you shouldn’t be here. It isn’t safe for a girl like you.”
Clare quirked an eyebrow, frowning at his choice of words, but let it go. She shrugged nonchalantly, but still felt a bit nervous. “I’m meeting Fitz.”
Johnny furrowed his brow in thought. “Why would you…” He paused, a sly grin covering his face. He roared with laughter, “No way. You’re Fitzy’s mystery midnight hooker.”
Clare scoffed offensively, “Excuse you?”
Johnny swallowed his laughter to explain, “Well, some of us saw Fitz go in the van with some really hot girl we nicknamed ‘the hooker’. Man, if they knew…”
“But they won’t,” Clare cut him off anxiously. “Johnny, please. Don’t… don’t tell anyone.” Clare’s eyes were full of guilt and pain - the same look Alli had given him after they had sex.
Johnny sighed heavily with a nod, looking away, “Fine. I won’t say anything.”
Clare smiled sadly, nodding, “Thank you. I knew you weren’t a total jerk.”
“Yo Toots!”
Clare grimaced, recognizing the voice, and turned around. She quickly pulled a smile at Fitz, resting her hands on her hips, “Yeah?”
Fitz took a step towards her, suddenly almost too close for comfort - although it was a bit too late for that. “Y’know, that necklace,” he gently rested his index finger on the golden cross resting in her cleavage, “it’s very tempting. So very…” He paused, biting on his bottom lip, and could feel the sexual tension in the air. “Teasing.”
Clare watched him with hazy eyes, unconsciously chewing on her bottom lip. She took in deep breaths, her chest rising up as if to let his hand rest on top of her breast. She closed her eyes, letting out a soft breath.
Fitz leaned in closer, whispering in her ear, “Now. Kiss me.”
Clare felt goose bumps cover her body, but much more pleasingly than the night before. She leaned up, pressing her lips against his willingly.
Fitz cupped her neck, kissing her softly as if to ease her back into him. After all, this was not the same Clare that was there the night before. This Clare was still sweet, innocent, and naïve - at least to the rest of the world.
Clare felt something pulsing through her veins - maybe lust, just maybe. She slowly wrapped an arm around his neck, deepening the kiss ever so slightly.
Fitz - pleasantly surprised by Clare’s actions - slipped his arms around her back to pull her into him. He pulled back after a minute and looked down at her with a soft smirk.
Clare stood in his arms, eyes closed, breath shallow, and absolutely speechless. She looked up at Fitz, eyes full of fear and mouth agape in shock.
“I see the way you look at him. And I know you have a lot of pent up sexual suspension…” Fitz started to ramble.
“Tension,” Clare piped up bravely, correcting him. “Tension. Not suspension.”
Fitz smiled a little at her willingness to correct him. “Tension. Right. And… I can help you with that. I won’t hurt the punk and you and me get to have a little fun,” he offered.
Clare looked down at the ground, sighing in frustration, “That wasn’t the deal, Fitz.”
“We can make a new deal,” Fitz shrugged. “He’s not gonna kiss ya anytime soon! And, hell, I’ll kiss, make out, foreplay, tease, and fuck you anytime you want!”
Clare’s face flushed in embarrassment at the easiness of his voice, punching him hard in the shoulder, while she chided him, “Keep it down!” She pouted in thought, watching him rub his arm.
While she was practically head-over-heels with Eli, she knew he had his chance and now another guy - while he was not Eli or exactly the most charming guy - was asking her to in the very least spend some sort of time with him and he did have a way with words.
Clare looked up at Fitz and rolled her eyes, smiling, “You tell anyone and I’ll kill you.”
Fitz laughed, pulling her back into him for another kiss, “Sure.”
DTNG
Eli had been searching almost all day for Clare. He knew in the back of his mind that he was nervous to find her, but he also knew it was now or never. If only he could find her. He had not seen her since she left after math class, right around lunch. He hurried down the hallway to her locker and as if out of nowhere, Clare Edwards stood at her locker, staring into her mirror as if in a daydream.
“Clare!” Eli called out, walking over to her. “I… um, wanted to talk to you.”
Clare turned to him and smiled, closing her locker to show him she was paying attention.
“So… if I wrote this…” Eli bit his bottom lip in thought. “Character - just some… some guy. And he happened to like this other character - a girl, of course - and wanted to ask he wanted to ask her out…” He sighed, finally looking at her. “How would I go about doing that?” he asked.
“Well…” Clare pursed her lips in thought and then a smirk broke out on her lips. “He could get down on his knees and beg her.”
Eli narrowed his eyes at her, his voice losing enthusiasm, “Really?”
Clare shrugged nonchalantly; pulling her purse up on her shoulder, “Well, if he doesn’t like her that much…” She took a few steps back from him.
Eli grabbed her by the elbow as if it had become a reflex, calling, “No. Wait!”
Clare turned back to him, her bow almost falling out of her hair. She reached up, fixing it ever so slightly, as he slowly dropped to his knees.
“Clare. Will you go on a date with me?” Eli asked, rolling his eyes. He narrowed his look at her, speaking through his teeth, “I swear, Clare…”
Clare could not help herself as she laughed, nodding, “Yes, Eli. I would love to.”
Eli sighed in relief, getting back up on his feet, “Thank God.”
Clare placed her hand on his chest, quirking a questionable eyebrow, “Who said you get to stand?”
Eli froze, his body tensing, and he tried his hardest not to show how nervous he was by her words.
Clare shook her head with a smile, “I’m just kidding.” She pecked his cheek. “Relax. Take a joke,” she said before leaving him.
DTNG
Fitz pulled Clare’s dress up over her head before pushing her back against the floor of the van. His lips urgently kissed her neck, causing her to moan softly. She clutched his back tightly, digging her nails through his shirt and into his skin. She wrapped her legs around his waist while turning her head to try to get him to focus his mouth elsewhere.
“Fitz…” she whined softly, her bottom lip jutting out into a pout.
Fitz pulled his head back before rushing his lips straight into hers. He slid his hands down her sides, enjoying the shape of her body. Clare moaned against his lips as hers matched his hurried manor. She sighed softly, just barely opening her mouth enough for him to graze the inside of her mouth with her tongue. She moaned softly, dropping her head back away from his.
Fitz frowned, brushing his hand over the top of her hair, and kissed the corner of her mouth. “Clare,” he whispered softly. He kissed her cheek. “What’s up?”
Clare closed her eyes, biting her bottom lip, as the thought of Eli on his knees, asking her out, entered her mind. She shook her head, “Long day.”
Fitz rested his head between her breasts, looking up at her mischievously. “Then I’ll have to make it shorter than.” He kissed her stomach harshly, causing her to giggle and squirm, while his hands traveled down to her hips. He fastened his thumbs in the hem of her underwear.
Clare relaxed a bit as the last garment of clothing slid down her legs. She closed her eyes with a soft sigh, but suddenly shivered at his breath on her most sensitive spot. He slowly slid his middle finger inside of her, causing her to gasp and arch up off the floor. “Fitz,” she called out softly, grasping onto his shoulders.
Fitz smirked, enjoying the sound of his name from her voice. “What’s up?” He slowly slid his finger out of her before forcing it back in, retracting a moan from her. He leaned forward, closer to her, and kissed her ever so softly on the nose.
Clare could feel the same hot passion bubbling she had felt the night before bubbling inside of her. She squirmed a bit and caught his lips with her own. She pulled back with a string of moans, holding tight to him as his pace quickened, suddenly hitting her most sensitive spot. She felt her breathing hitch, causing her body to shake with pleasure.
Fitz sucked on her stomach hungrily, hitting her spot harder and faster. He wanted so badly to give her the pleasure that would make her come back to him. After all, he could use this to his advantage.
Clare let out a moan that could pass for a scream as she finished. As soon as Fitz pulled his finger out for good, her body suddenly withered uncontrollably. She curled into a ball, shaking in shock, while trying to catch her breath.
“Hey,” Fitz called softly, suddenly concerned. No girl had ever reacted in such a way. He reached out, running a hand over her bare back. “Clare, you okay?” he asked, curling up behind her and wrapping his arms around her stomach. He kissed her shoulder, enjoying the salty taste of her sweat while rubbing her stomach gently. “What’s wrong?”
Clare leaned back into him comfortably. Having finally caught her breath, she spoke up quietly, “Nothing. Just… just in shock.” She bit her bottom lip, her face flushing almost as much as her body. “That was amazing,” she whispered in awe. She looked over her shoulder, eyes star struck. She tilted her head ever so slightly as she pressed her lips against his.
Fitz smiled against her lips, kissing her passionately. He carefully turned her to face him and slipped his tongue against her lips, prying them open. She slid her tongue against his, receiving pleasure from the sensation of his warm tongue playing with hers.
Fitz pulled back, surprising Clare, and whispered through heavy breaths carelessly, “You should get dressed.”
Clare suddenly grabbed her dress, pulling it up against her to hide her nakedness. She looked down shamefully, her face flushing in embarrassment. She bit her lips together to keep tears from falling. She scooted to the furthest corner to hide as he got out of the van. She watched him, tears falling from her eyes, confused as to what she had done wrong. She pulled her knees to her chest and cried to herself.
DTNG
Clare stood in the Dot. She had gone home to change into something more casual and comfortable. She had pulled on a pair of gray sweatpants, a blue t-shirt that read “Degrassi Panthers” in bright yellow print, and a gray zipper hoodie. She scud her white tennis shoes against the floor as she stood by the counter, waiting for Eli to show up.
She pulled her phone out of her pocket to check the time, again. 6:48.
“Clare. You sure you’re okay?”
Clare looked up, across the counter at Peter and smiled. He had always been kind to her - she assumed it was because he had never gotten over Darcy. “Yeah, I’m… a little early,” she assured.
“You want anything while you’re waiting? Peppermint tea?” Peter offered with a smile. While he was always told “service with a smile”, this one was much more genuine, much kinder.
Clare nodded, smiling a little, “Sounds great. Thank you.” She dropped her purse on the counter, searching for her wallet when suddenly a hand dropped on hers.
“I got this.”
Clare could not help but smile at the comforting sound of Eli’s voice. She looked up at him and nodded, “Thanks.”
Eli put three dollars on the counter for Peter to take and then turned to face Clare. “What’s up, Plath?” he asked, cupping her cheek gently. He took notice of her bloodshot eyes and flushed face. “You look like you’ve been crying.”
“I’m just stressed out about finals and stuff,” Clare shrugged, but leaned into his touch comfortably. She reached out, taking his free hand, which caused him to pull her into him.
Eli wrapped both his arms around her protectively, rubbing her back instinctively. “Yeah, finals do that to a person. A normal person. But not usually a genius,” he stated.
Clare blushed, resting her cheek on his chest. “Well, geniuses can be stressed out too.”
Eli chuckled, smiling, “I’m just teasing, Clare.”
Someone cleared their throat, causing Clare to stand up straighter - further from Eli. Peter stood on the opposite side of the counter, holding a disposable coffee cup filled with tea, but Clare could tell there was something else in his eyes - a sense of protectiveness. She smiled sheepishly, taking the cup, “Thank you, Peter.”She nodded another thank you, taking a sip.
She turned back and smiled, “We should, um… sit.”
Eli nodded, a smug smirk playing his lips, “Of course.”
Clare grabbed her purse off the counter, resting it in the crook of her elbow, and headed to a nearby table. She sat down with a smile, thoughts of this afternoon with Fitz a million miles away