Story: Hot Mess (R)
Title: Hot Mess
Rating: R
Chapter: 4
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.net: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6244405/4/
Clare took a deep breath as she walked into Degrassi. She could already feel people staring; hear their voices whispering about the night before; about her, Eli, and Fitz; how she was nothing but a whore. She headed to her locker, her head hung lowly.
“Clare.”
Clare looked up and smiled shyly at the sight of Fitz. “Hey Fitz,” she greeted softly, wiping at her nose with her jacket sleeve.
Fitz smiled back at her bashfully. He gripped her elbows carefully, pulling her into him and kissed her soundly on the lips.
Clare hesitated for a moment, but instead of pulling back, she wrapped her arms around his neck. She arched into him, deepening the kiss ever so slightly.
Fitz pulled back from her with smile, “You’re still in a good mood, huh?” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, heading to her locker.
Clare’s eyes locked on Alli and Eli standing several yards from them and bit her bottom lip, sighing, “Yeah… something like that.”
DTNG
Fury boiled inside Alli as she marched through the theatre and right up to where Clare was working on the prop table in the left wing of the stage. She snapped the ear buds right out of Clare’s ears, causing her friend to wince in pain.
“Ow. Alli,” Clare whined, covering her sore ears. “What was that for?”
“For being a whore,” Alli stated, slapping her hands on the table between them which made Clare jump back slightly. “You… whore.”
Clare looked down at the mismatched table she had been organizing and sighed, mumbling quietly, “I’m not a whore.”
“Oh, you’re a whore. Selling your body to get something you want is prostitution. You’re a whore,” Alli explained, trying to contain her anger. “Do you know what you did to that poor boy? The boy who needlessly loves and cares for you…” she started to rant, throwing her hands in the air dramatically.
“Bullshit!” Clare snapped, cutting Alli off. “If he needlessly loves and cares for me so much, he would have made me feel wanted, not worthless. And I originally slept with Fitz to save Eli’s ass because he doesn’t know when to leave it be!”
Alli’s jaw dropped in astonishment, cocking her head to the side as her hands landed on her hips.“Originally?”
Clare shrugged nonchalantly, looking at the mess before her, “Sex is a sin, humanity sins, and I’m human.”
“You’ve slept with him more than once?” Alli questioned in disgust.
“You’re one to start pointing fingers, Alli,” Clare stated, looking up at her fearlessly. “You’ve slept with Johnny and Drew. Multiple times.”
Alli scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest, “My sex life is none of your business.”
“Likewise,” Clare retorted, starting to get annoyed. She sighed, “If you have a problem with me and my life, then don’t talk to me.”
Alli leaned across the table, narrowing her eyes, to get right in Clare’s face.“Trust me. I won’t anymore. I’m done. I’m done with you, you two-timing, hypocritical, double-standard, bitching whore,” Alli whispered venomously before turning on her heel and walking out of the auditorium.
Clare’s bottom lip trembled as her eyes filled with tears, watching her best friend storm out on her. She closed her eyes, trying her hardest not to cry.
DTNG
Fitz hummed to himself as he carefully ran the carving knife over the side of the clay to make some basic shapes. His mood had not dropped all morning; he had not even felt the need to pummel the nearest kid; even Adam Torres. He looked at the oval shape he had cut out before gently cutting out the excess clay to make several beautiful layers of petals.
When Fitz got to his second layer of petals, a fist smashed into the mold, ruining his bud. He looked up, tightening his hold on the carving knife, to find Eli. Eli stood before him, his eyes narrowed, both hands folded into tight fists. His mouth turned into his signature smug smirk, shrugging innocently, yet speaking venomously, “Oops.”
“What the fuck, man!?” Fitz shouted, jumping up from his seat while dropping the knife on the table. He planted his fists on the table to keep from punching Eli out.
“You slept with my girlfriend is what,” Eli accused.
Fitz held his hand up in defense, laughing, “She came to me first. She just happens to be a really good fuck and kind of a fun time. Especially when she…” Before Fitz could get another word out, Eli had tackled him to the floor, punching him hard in the face.
“Mister Goldsworthy!”Ms. Dawes shouted, rushing to separate her students. She pulled Eli by his arm to get him off of Fitz. “The both of you, Principal Simpson’s office. Now.”
Eli glared at Fitz, grabbing his backpack off the floor as they left the art room.
DTNG
Clare sat back in the swivel chair at her desk in the attendance office. She perked up at the sight of Eli and Fitz walking into the room, one after the other. She quirked an eyebrow in confusion, picking one of the large manila envelopes full of attendance records up off her desk and heading past the two.
Fitz gave her a pathetic smile as if to assure her everything was okay before walking into the principal’s office.
Clare bit her bottom lip, waiting for the door to shut before heading to the filing room. Somehow she still was not convinced that the situation was getting any better.
DTNG
Fitz sighed heavily, sitting on a picnic table in front of Degrassi as he waited for Clare to get out. He lit his cigarette before putting it in his mouth for drag. And just as he took in his first deep breath, a hand snatched it from his mouth. He frowned as he looked up at Clare.
“You’re not smoking around me,” Clare stated before moving closer to him to give him a kiss in replacement of the drug. She cupped the back of his head with her hands, scraping her nails against his scalp gently. She tugged at his bottom lip with her teeth playfully, moving to straddle his lap.
Fitz smiled, wrapping his arms around her and rested his hands on the small of her back. He tilted his head to the side, his eyes fluttering slightly. He suddenly froze, his eyes going wide as his eyes fell upon Eli.
Eli stood at the top of the stairs in front of Degrassi, gripping his backpack strap as it hung carelessly on his left shoulder. His eyes glared daggers at the couple, biting his bottom lip to create some sort of physical pain. Alli stood beside him, her face showing her clear disgust for the couple. She grabbed Eli by the elbow, leading him somewhere; anywhere as long as they got away.
Fitz opened his mouth, kissing Clare harder as he pulled her tighter to him. He slid a hand up under her jacket and sweater, gently rubbing her soft skin.
Clare pulled her head back, taking in a deep breath since she could no longer feel Eli’s eyes bearing into her. She touched her warm, flushed cheeks with a small frown. “What the hell did you do today?” she demanded, rolling off his lap and to a spot on the table next to him.
Fitz sighed, looking at her innocently, “I didn’t do anything. He hit me.”
Clare quirked an eyebrow, biting her bottom lip skeptically. “Fitz…” She took in a deep, hesitant breath before speaking her mind, “If we’re going to… do this, you can’t lie to me.”
Fitz was not sure which to be more astonished by: Clare’s assumption of their relationship status or her disbelief in his words. He looked down at the ground, his jaw hung open.
“Fitz…?” Clare sighed softly, gripping his bicep. When he did not respond, she rested her chin on his shoulder, nuzzling his neck with her head softly.
Fitz looked at her and smiled, pressing his lips softly against her forehead. “I just wish you’d believe me. Eli’s not perfect enough to deserve you’re innocent thoughts of him,” he whispered softly in her ear.
Clare pursed her lips together, closing her eyes as they filled with water. “I know.”
DTNG
“Please talk to me.”
Eli stared at the text message on his phone, his heart breaking at the thought of Clare all over Fitz like he had seen earlier - but more intimate. He knew he wanted to see her - desperately. But he did not want to seem desperate. He wanted to be stronger. Stronger than her. If he showed any more weakness than he already had, she would walk all over him.
Eli sighed heavily, hitting a button on his phone to go to the texting screen. “Meet me at Alli’s party.”
It was barely a minute later when he received her text - as if she had been waiting for him. “Okay. I’ll see you tonight.”
Eli snapped his phone closed, his eyes shutting at the thought of what Alli would say if she knew he invited her. He would never have the option to reproduce. He shuttered at the thought of a knife cutting off his most private part, his hand subconsciously cupping the front of his pants.
DTNG
Fitz wrapped his arm around Clare from behind once they walked into Alli’s house, whispering loud enough for her to hear over the music, “So why are we here, again?” His hands slid slowly down her stomach and under the front of her leather pants.
Clare gripped his wrist, slowly pulling his hand out and up the front of her curves, knowing he would think she were playing a game of peek-a-boo with him. “To hang out,” she shrugged, starting to walk away from him to get something to drink out of the kitchen.
Clare froze in the doorway of the kitchen at the sight of Eli and quickly rushed to the bathroom. She had to impress him tonight - there was no way she was leaving until she was alone with Eli Goldsworthy. She had already committed adultery with Fitz on several occasions; one night with Eli could mean his heart and, hopefully, a new beginning for her.
Clare tilted her head to the side, biting her bottom lip as she checked herself out in the bathroom mirror. She had tied the lace in the back of her silver corset tight enough to make her breasts bounce with the smallest breath. Her leather pants hugged her curves tight enough to make her look a bit bootylicious. She was hoping to get stares from every angle. Her feet were pained by her four inch red stilettos which matched the accent color of her lusciously pouting lips and ruffled clutch. Her eyes were a smoky gray which made her blue eyes pop. She ran her hands through her curly hair, hoping to make a messy-sexy look.
When she was finally satisfied with her look, Clare walked confidently out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. She did not even bother starting off small and instead went straight for one of the vodka bottles sitting on the counter.
Clare was in the middle of pouring her first shot when a hand rested on top of hers. She smiled a bit, turning her head to find Eli in a Black Sabbath t-shirt and some ripped jeans. She let her lips rest in a seductive pout, batting her lashes a bit at him. “Hey gorgeous,” she whispered hotly, setting the bottle down. She picked up the shot glass and threw her head back as she downed the alcohol. She closed her eyes, pursing her lips with a soft moan because it burn in her throat and to turn Eli on.
Eli could not help but just stare at the creature before him, his mouth hung slightly agape. She was the image of sex and confidence; something he had never imagined as Clare Edwards to be. He bit his bottom lip, trying to keep from crushing his lips against hers. He let go of her hand and held his out to her, offering, “Dance?”
Clare beamed innocently through her smoky exterior, taking his hand willingly. She followed him out to the living room.
Coming out your mouth with your blah blah blah.
Just zip your lips like a padlock and meet me at the back with the jack and the jukebox.
I don’t really care where you live at just turn around boy and let me hit that.
Don’t be a little bitch with your chit chat just show me where your dicks at.
It only took Clare a second to turn her back to him and press herself back against him. Eli’s breathing hitched at the touch of her body against his, afraid to move against her. Clare furrowed her brow slightly, reaching back to take his hands and planted them on her hips. She slowly ground her hips back into his. When he continued not to move, she spun around to face him. Blue eyes locking with green eyes immediately.
Music starts
Listen hot stuff
I’m in love
With this song
So just hush baby shut up
Heard enough
Stop stop stop talking that
Blah blah blah think you’ll be getting this nah nah nah
Not in the back of my car car car
If you keep talking that blah blah blah blah blah.
Boy come on now
Come put a little love in my glove bag
I wanna dance with no pants on...
Clare tilted her head to the side a bit, leaning into him, and kissed him softly on the lips. Eli kissed her back willingly, his hands sliding from her hips onto her butt. She slid her own hands up under the back of his shirt, raking her nails lightly against his skin. He shivered slightly, tightening his hold on her butt cheeks to push her pelvis into his.
Clare pulled back from him a bit, mouthing, “Take me.”
Eli knew he did not need to be asked twice. Clare wanted him and there was no way he could deny her that pleasure; after all, he wanted her as well. He gripped her hand in his and rushed to find the nearest empty room.
Clare jumped Eli as soon as he locked the door. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, immediately nibbling on the sensitive skin behind his ear. He rested his hands on the bottom her thighs to support her, his eyes rolling to the back of his head with a soft moan. She raked her nails down his back and then up to pull at his shirt.
“Clare…” he moaned breathlessly, his fingertips trying to get the skin-tight leather pants off from the back of her waist.
She blew hotly in his ear as she whispered sweetly, “Yes?”
“Oh my god…” he sighed heavily, shuttering from her breath on him. “The… the… We need to…”
“Lay down?” Clare questioned, her blue eyes full of masked innocence. She jumped off him, catching him by surprise. She slowly made her way to the bed in the room, her hips sashaying from side to side. She laid back on the bed, her hair falling in her eyes.
Eli bit his bottom lip harshly, hardening inside his jeans at the sight before him. His heart slowed, gripping his sweaty palms into fists, and then suddenly stopped. If he did this, if he slept with Clare, this would change everything.
Clare furrowed her brow in confusion, calling out softly in concern, “Eli…?” Sweat started to mist across her body nervously. She had been positive that her charade would impress Eli enough to want her; love her; touch her; need her.
Eli blinked out of his nervous trace at the sound of his name and smiled with a chuckle. “I’m coming,” he assured, rushing to lie beside her.
Clare looked at him with a smile, whispering innocently, “What are you going to do to me?” She bit down on her index finger shyly, batting her eyes.
The innocent act was almost too much for him to bear. He swore - prayed- Fitz had lied about Clare’s virginity - that her virginity was still intact. Her sudden shyness proved she was still a virgin - right? “Clare…” Eli sighed heavily, resting his hand on her hip. “I only want to do this if you’re okay with it.”
Clare nodded assuringly with a smile, “I’ll be fine, Eli.” She took his face in her hands and kissed him softly on the lips.
Eli searched her eyes, his own hazing over with passion. He kissed her back, his hands travelling to the top of the lacy back. With one tug, the whole corset came loose. She ran her hand through his hair, drawing him closer to her as she deepened the kiss. She pulled back after a minute, cupping his cheek gently in her hand while stroking his soft skin with her thumb. “You’re not wearing eyeliner,” she whispered, staring into his eyes.
He could not help but laugh a little, slowly removing her corset that covering her body. He nodded, “I know. Weird, huh?”
She nodded slowly and moved to lay back on the bed, pulling him on top of her. She raked at his shirt, pulling it over his head before quickly removing his belt.
He rested his hands on hers with a smug smirk. “Relax. I’m not going anywhere,” he reassured, running a hand through her curls. He placed a soft peck on the tip of her nose, causing her to giggle. Her laughter was short lived since he quickly moved his mouth to her pulse point, turning her laughter into low, drawn out moans. She tilted her head back unconsciously to give him a better angle, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. He gladly obliged, his open-mouth kisses switching in hungry nips and sucks. She arched slightly, her moans continuously getting louder. But he would only be satisfied after a dark purple mark was left on her neck.
When he was finally content with the large mark on her neck, his mouth slowly trailed down to her left breast. He took her nibble in his mouth, gnawing gently, while he took her other breast in his hand to tease her.
Clare groaned, turning her head to the side. “Eelllliiiiiiiiii…” she whined between moans, shifting underneath him.
Eli could not help himself as he smirked, resting his head between her breasts to look up at her. “What?” he asked, grabbing her wrist and bringing it to his mouth. He separated her middle finger from the rest and slowly brought it into his mouth, sucking hard on the digit.
Clare bit her bottom lip, watching him intently, while trying to sit up.
Eli sat up, straddling her stomach carefully to keep her from moving underneath him. He pulled her finger from his mouth and looked down at her, running his own fingers through her messy curls. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered hotly, slowly tracing her face with his fingertips which caused her to shutter.
Clare’s teeth cut through her lip, causing her to gasp with a small wince. She blinked, pushing the ache to the back of her mind. She sighed softly, “Eli, I can’t wait much longer.”
Eli nodded in agreement, “I know. Neither can I.”
Clare smiled a bit, reaching up and grabbing him by his face into a kiss. Eli kissed her back softly, rolling them onto their sides. He rested his hands on the clasp of her pants, quickly undoing them. He rolled them down her legs, successfully getting them off with the help of her shimmying. His mouth hung in disbelief at the realization of her most private area uncovered; she had gone commando. She pulled her head back, starting to work on his jeans. Once they were off, he grabbed her knee, bringing her leg around his hip. She unconsciously brought her other leg around his hip, clasping her ankles together behind him.
Clare rested her hands on his chest, shoving him onto his back while rolling on top. She pushed his boxers down to his knees and took his manhood into her hand, causing him to shutter. She slowly guided him inside of her, pushing down on him with a gasp. She laid her chest against his, resting her hands on his shoulders.
His eyes went wide with a gasp as he felt her tighten around him. He placed his hands on her ass, gripping her skin with his nails. She threw her head back with a moan, slowly setting the pace. She tightened around him with every movement. She froze suddenly when he hit a spot deep inside her, causing her to whither against him. A feeling she had never experienced with Fitz. While she had felt the warm, tight feeling in her stomach before; the feeling of pleasurable pain had never affected her before and it was so overwhelming.
He slid his hands from her rear to her hips, slowly rocking her hips with his and continued to hit her G-spot. He wanted to smirk, but he knew his moaning would never let him. She dug her nails into his skin, her moans getting louder with each thrust, “Eli! Eli! Eli! Eli!”
“God yes…” Eli gasped between moans, pressing his body tighter against hers. He leaned up, crushing his lips against hers into a passionate kiss. He tugged at her bottom lip with his teeth and she opened her mouth for him, her tongue crashing with his in a war to conquer each other’s mouths. Her moans traveled into his mouth, his body getting stiffer when the vibrations hit his throat. He lifted her hips gently and then quick and hard dropped her right where he wanted her, continuing this process.
Clare pulled her mouth back from his, the heat inside her about to boil over. She threw her head back, arching her body against his. She shuttered when she tightened to her limit, gasping into a string of moans as she fell over the edge. Her body withered on top of Eli’s. Eli could not help himself as he also came, continuing to move them to work them through their orgasms.
When both finally finished, they lay there collapsed in each other’s arms, their bodies stuck together by sweat. Eli ran his hand gently through her hair, pressing a soft kiss against her forehead. Clare closed her eyes with a soft sigh, cuddling comfortably against him.
“I love you,” Eli whispered softly into her hair.
Clare froze, her heart stopping. She felt overwhelmed with tears as she looked up at him, meeting his innocent, passion-filled eyes. She cupped his cheek with a small smile as she started to cry, “I love you too.”
Rating: R
Chapter: 4
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.net: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6244405/4/
Clare took a deep breath as she walked into Degrassi. She could already feel people staring; hear their voices whispering about the night before; about her, Eli, and Fitz; how she was nothing but a whore. She headed to her locker, her head hung lowly.
“Clare.”
Clare looked up and smiled shyly at the sight of Fitz. “Hey Fitz,” she greeted softly, wiping at her nose with her jacket sleeve.
Fitz smiled back at her bashfully. He gripped her elbows carefully, pulling her into him and kissed her soundly on the lips.
Clare hesitated for a moment, but instead of pulling back, she wrapped her arms around his neck. She arched into him, deepening the kiss ever so slightly.
Fitz pulled back from her with smile, “You’re still in a good mood, huh?” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, heading to her locker.
Clare’s eyes locked on Alli and Eli standing several yards from them and bit her bottom lip, sighing, “Yeah… something like that.”
DTNG
Fury boiled inside Alli as she marched through the theatre and right up to where Clare was working on the prop table in the left wing of the stage. She snapped the ear buds right out of Clare’s ears, causing her friend to wince in pain.
“Ow. Alli,” Clare whined, covering her sore ears. “What was that for?”
“For being a whore,” Alli stated, slapping her hands on the table between them which made Clare jump back slightly. “You… whore.”
Clare looked down at the mismatched table she had been organizing and sighed, mumbling quietly, “I’m not a whore.”
“Oh, you’re a whore. Selling your body to get something you want is prostitution. You’re a whore,” Alli explained, trying to contain her anger. “Do you know what you did to that poor boy? The boy who needlessly loves and cares for you…” she started to rant, throwing her hands in the air dramatically.
“Bullshit!” Clare snapped, cutting Alli off. “If he needlessly loves and cares for me so much, he would have made me feel wanted, not worthless. And I originally slept with Fitz to save Eli’s ass because he doesn’t know when to leave it be!”
Alli’s jaw dropped in astonishment, cocking her head to the side as her hands landed on her hips.“Originally?”
Clare shrugged nonchalantly, looking at the mess before her, “Sex is a sin, humanity sins, and I’m human.”
“You’ve slept with him more than once?” Alli questioned in disgust.
“You’re one to start pointing fingers, Alli,” Clare stated, looking up at her fearlessly. “You’ve slept with Johnny and Drew. Multiple times.”
Alli scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest, “My sex life is none of your business.”
“Likewise,” Clare retorted, starting to get annoyed. She sighed, “If you have a problem with me and my life, then don’t talk to me.”
Alli leaned across the table, narrowing her eyes, to get right in Clare’s face.“Trust me. I won’t anymore. I’m done. I’m done with you, you two-timing, hypocritical, double-standard, bitching whore,” Alli whispered venomously before turning on her heel and walking out of the auditorium.
Clare’s bottom lip trembled as her eyes filled with tears, watching her best friend storm out on her. She closed her eyes, trying her hardest not to cry.
DTNG
Fitz hummed to himself as he carefully ran the carving knife over the side of the clay to make some basic shapes. His mood had not dropped all morning; he had not even felt the need to pummel the nearest kid; even Adam Torres. He looked at the oval shape he had cut out before gently cutting out the excess clay to make several beautiful layers of petals.
When Fitz got to his second layer of petals, a fist smashed into the mold, ruining his bud. He looked up, tightening his hold on the carving knife, to find Eli. Eli stood before him, his eyes narrowed, both hands folded into tight fists. His mouth turned into his signature smug smirk, shrugging innocently, yet speaking venomously, “Oops.”
“What the fuck, man!?” Fitz shouted, jumping up from his seat while dropping the knife on the table. He planted his fists on the table to keep from punching Eli out.
“You slept with my girlfriend is what,” Eli accused.
Fitz held his hand up in defense, laughing, “She came to me first. She just happens to be a really good fuck and kind of a fun time. Especially when she…” Before Fitz could get another word out, Eli had tackled him to the floor, punching him hard in the face.
“Mister Goldsworthy!”Ms. Dawes shouted, rushing to separate her students. She pulled Eli by his arm to get him off of Fitz. “The both of you, Principal Simpson’s office. Now.”
Eli glared at Fitz, grabbing his backpack off the floor as they left the art room.
DTNG
Clare sat back in the swivel chair at her desk in the attendance office. She perked up at the sight of Eli and Fitz walking into the room, one after the other. She quirked an eyebrow in confusion, picking one of the large manila envelopes full of attendance records up off her desk and heading past the two.
Fitz gave her a pathetic smile as if to assure her everything was okay before walking into the principal’s office.
Clare bit her bottom lip, waiting for the door to shut before heading to the filing room. Somehow she still was not convinced that the situation was getting any better.
DTNG
Fitz sighed heavily, sitting on a picnic table in front of Degrassi as he waited for Clare to get out. He lit his cigarette before putting it in his mouth for drag. And just as he took in his first deep breath, a hand snatched it from his mouth. He frowned as he looked up at Clare.
“You’re not smoking around me,” Clare stated before moving closer to him to give him a kiss in replacement of the drug. She cupped the back of his head with her hands, scraping her nails against his scalp gently. She tugged at his bottom lip with her teeth playfully, moving to straddle his lap.
Fitz smiled, wrapping his arms around her and rested his hands on the small of her back. He tilted his head to the side, his eyes fluttering slightly. He suddenly froze, his eyes going wide as his eyes fell upon Eli.
Eli stood at the top of the stairs in front of Degrassi, gripping his backpack strap as it hung carelessly on his left shoulder. His eyes glared daggers at the couple, biting his bottom lip to create some sort of physical pain. Alli stood beside him, her face showing her clear disgust for the couple. She grabbed Eli by the elbow, leading him somewhere; anywhere as long as they got away.
Fitz opened his mouth, kissing Clare harder as he pulled her tighter to him. He slid a hand up under her jacket and sweater, gently rubbing her soft skin.
Clare pulled her head back, taking in a deep breath since she could no longer feel Eli’s eyes bearing into her. She touched her warm, flushed cheeks with a small frown. “What the hell did you do today?” she demanded, rolling off his lap and to a spot on the table next to him.
Fitz sighed, looking at her innocently, “I didn’t do anything. He hit me.”
Clare quirked an eyebrow, biting her bottom lip skeptically. “Fitz…” She took in a deep, hesitant breath before speaking her mind, “If we’re going to… do this, you can’t lie to me.”
Fitz was not sure which to be more astonished by: Clare’s assumption of their relationship status or her disbelief in his words. He looked down at the ground, his jaw hung open.
“Fitz…?” Clare sighed softly, gripping his bicep. When he did not respond, she rested her chin on his shoulder, nuzzling his neck with her head softly.
Fitz looked at her and smiled, pressing his lips softly against her forehead. “I just wish you’d believe me. Eli’s not perfect enough to deserve you’re innocent thoughts of him,” he whispered softly in her ear.
Clare pursed her lips together, closing her eyes as they filled with water. “I know.”
DTNG
“Please talk to me.”
Eli stared at the text message on his phone, his heart breaking at the thought of Clare all over Fitz like he had seen earlier - but more intimate. He knew he wanted to see her - desperately. But he did not want to seem desperate. He wanted to be stronger. Stronger than her. If he showed any more weakness than he already had, she would walk all over him.
Eli sighed heavily, hitting a button on his phone to go to the texting screen. “Meet me at Alli’s party.”
It was barely a minute later when he received her text - as if she had been waiting for him. “Okay. I’ll see you tonight.”
Eli snapped his phone closed, his eyes shutting at the thought of what Alli would say if she knew he invited her. He would never have the option to reproduce. He shuttered at the thought of a knife cutting off his most private part, his hand subconsciously cupping the front of his pants.
DTNG
Fitz wrapped his arm around Clare from behind once they walked into Alli’s house, whispering loud enough for her to hear over the music, “So why are we here, again?” His hands slid slowly down her stomach and under the front of her leather pants.
Clare gripped his wrist, slowly pulling his hand out and up the front of her curves, knowing he would think she were playing a game of peek-a-boo with him. “To hang out,” she shrugged, starting to walk away from him to get something to drink out of the kitchen.
Clare froze in the doorway of the kitchen at the sight of Eli and quickly rushed to the bathroom. She had to impress him tonight - there was no way she was leaving until she was alone with Eli Goldsworthy. She had already committed adultery with Fitz on several occasions; one night with Eli could mean his heart and, hopefully, a new beginning for her.
Clare tilted her head to the side, biting her bottom lip as she checked herself out in the bathroom mirror. She had tied the lace in the back of her silver corset tight enough to make her breasts bounce with the smallest breath. Her leather pants hugged her curves tight enough to make her look a bit bootylicious. She was hoping to get stares from every angle. Her feet were pained by her four inch red stilettos which matched the accent color of her lusciously pouting lips and ruffled clutch. Her eyes were a smoky gray which made her blue eyes pop. She ran her hands through her curly hair, hoping to make a messy-sexy look.
When she was finally satisfied with her look, Clare walked confidently out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. She did not even bother starting off small and instead went straight for one of the vodka bottles sitting on the counter.
Clare was in the middle of pouring her first shot when a hand rested on top of hers. She smiled a bit, turning her head to find Eli in a Black Sabbath t-shirt and some ripped jeans. She let her lips rest in a seductive pout, batting her lashes a bit at him. “Hey gorgeous,” she whispered hotly, setting the bottle down. She picked up the shot glass and threw her head back as she downed the alcohol. She closed her eyes, pursing her lips with a soft moan because it burn in her throat and to turn Eli on.
Eli could not help but just stare at the creature before him, his mouth hung slightly agape. She was the image of sex and confidence; something he had never imagined as Clare Edwards to be. He bit his bottom lip, trying to keep from crushing his lips against hers. He let go of her hand and held his out to her, offering, “Dance?”
Clare beamed innocently through her smoky exterior, taking his hand willingly. She followed him out to the living room.
Coming out your mouth with your blah blah blah.
Just zip your lips like a padlock and meet me at the back with the jack and the jukebox.
I don’t really care where you live at just turn around boy and let me hit that.
Don’t be a little bitch with your chit chat just show me where your dicks at.
It only took Clare a second to turn her back to him and press herself back against him. Eli’s breathing hitched at the touch of her body against his, afraid to move against her. Clare furrowed her brow slightly, reaching back to take his hands and planted them on her hips. She slowly ground her hips back into his. When he continued not to move, she spun around to face him. Blue eyes locking with green eyes immediately.
Music starts
Listen hot stuff
I’m in love
With this song
So just hush baby shut up
Heard enough
Stop stop stop talking that
Blah blah blah think you’ll be getting this nah nah nah
Not in the back of my car car car
If you keep talking that blah blah blah blah blah.
Boy come on now
Come put a little love in my glove bag
I wanna dance with no pants on...
Clare tilted her head to the side a bit, leaning into him, and kissed him softly on the lips. Eli kissed her back willingly, his hands sliding from her hips onto her butt. She slid her own hands up under the back of his shirt, raking her nails lightly against his skin. He shivered slightly, tightening his hold on her butt cheeks to push her pelvis into his.
Clare pulled back from him a bit, mouthing, “Take me.”
Eli knew he did not need to be asked twice. Clare wanted him and there was no way he could deny her that pleasure; after all, he wanted her as well. He gripped her hand in his and rushed to find the nearest empty room.
Clare jumped Eli as soon as he locked the door. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, immediately nibbling on the sensitive skin behind his ear. He rested his hands on the bottom her thighs to support her, his eyes rolling to the back of his head with a soft moan. She raked her nails down his back and then up to pull at his shirt.
“Clare…” he moaned breathlessly, his fingertips trying to get the skin-tight leather pants off from the back of her waist.
She blew hotly in his ear as she whispered sweetly, “Yes?”
“Oh my god…” he sighed heavily, shuttering from her breath on him. “The… the… We need to…”
“Lay down?” Clare questioned, her blue eyes full of masked innocence. She jumped off him, catching him by surprise. She slowly made her way to the bed in the room, her hips sashaying from side to side. She laid back on the bed, her hair falling in her eyes.
Eli bit his bottom lip harshly, hardening inside his jeans at the sight before him. His heart slowed, gripping his sweaty palms into fists, and then suddenly stopped. If he did this, if he slept with Clare, this would change everything.
Clare furrowed her brow in confusion, calling out softly in concern, “Eli…?” Sweat started to mist across her body nervously. She had been positive that her charade would impress Eli enough to want her; love her; touch her; need her.
Eli blinked out of his nervous trace at the sound of his name and smiled with a chuckle. “I’m coming,” he assured, rushing to lie beside her.
Clare looked at him with a smile, whispering innocently, “What are you going to do to me?” She bit down on her index finger shyly, batting her eyes.
The innocent act was almost too much for him to bear. He swore - prayed- Fitz had lied about Clare’s virginity - that her virginity was still intact. Her sudden shyness proved she was still a virgin - right? “Clare…” Eli sighed heavily, resting his hand on her hip. “I only want to do this if you’re okay with it.”
Clare nodded assuringly with a smile, “I’ll be fine, Eli.” She took his face in her hands and kissed him softly on the lips.
Eli searched her eyes, his own hazing over with passion. He kissed her back, his hands travelling to the top of the lacy back. With one tug, the whole corset came loose. She ran her hand through his hair, drawing him closer to her as she deepened the kiss. She pulled back after a minute, cupping his cheek gently in her hand while stroking his soft skin with her thumb. “You’re not wearing eyeliner,” she whispered, staring into his eyes.
He could not help but laugh a little, slowly removing her corset that covering her body. He nodded, “I know. Weird, huh?”
She nodded slowly and moved to lay back on the bed, pulling him on top of her. She raked at his shirt, pulling it over his head before quickly removing his belt.
He rested his hands on hers with a smug smirk. “Relax. I’m not going anywhere,” he reassured, running a hand through her curls. He placed a soft peck on the tip of her nose, causing her to giggle. Her laughter was short lived since he quickly moved his mouth to her pulse point, turning her laughter into low, drawn out moans. She tilted her head back unconsciously to give him a better angle, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. He gladly obliged, his open-mouth kisses switching in hungry nips and sucks. She arched slightly, her moans continuously getting louder. But he would only be satisfied after a dark purple mark was left on her neck.
When he was finally content with the large mark on her neck, his mouth slowly trailed down to her left breast. He took her nibble in his mouth, gnawing gently, while he took her other breast in his hand to tease her.
Clare groaned, turning her head to the side. “Eelllliiiiiiiiii…” she whined between moans, shifting underneath him.
Eli could not help himself as he smirked, resting his head between her breasts to look up at her. “What?” he asked, grabbing her wrist and bringing it to his mouth. He separated her middle finger from the rest and slowly brought it into his mouth, sucking hard on the digit.
Clare bit her bottom lip, watching him intently, while trying to sit up.
Eli sat up, straddling her stomach carefully to keep her from moving underneath him. He pulled her finger from his mouth and looked down at her, running his own fingers through her messy curls. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered hotly, slowly tracing her face with his fingertips which caused her to shutter.
Clare’s teeth cut through her lip, causing her to gasp with a small wince. She blinked, pushing the ache to the back of her mind. She sighed softly, “Eli, I can’t wait much longer.”
Eli nodded in agreement, “I know. Neither can I.”
Clare smiled a bit, reaching up and grabbing him by his face into a kiss. Eli kissed her back softly, rolling them onto their sides. He rested his hands on the clasp of her pants, quickly undoing them. He rolled them down her legs, successfully getting them off with the help of her shimmying. His mouth hung in disbelief at the realization of her most private area uncovered; she had gone commando. She pulled her head back, starting to work on his jeans. Once they were off, he grabbed her knee, bringing her leg around his hip. She unconsciously brought her other leg around his hip, clasping her ankles together behind him.
Clare rested her hands on his chest, shoving him onto his back while rolling on top. She pushed his boxers down to his knees and took his manhood into her hand, causing him to shutter. She slowly guided him inside of her, pushing down on him with a gasp. She laid her chest against his, resting her hands on his shoulders.
His eyes went wide with a gasp as he felt her tighten around him. He placed his hands on her ass, gripping her skin with his nails. She threw her head back with a moan, slowly setting the pace. She tightened around him with every movement. She froze suddenly when he hit a spot deep inside her, causing her to whither against him. A feeling she had never experienced with Fitz. While she had felt the warm, tight feeling in her stomach before; the feeling of pleasurable pain had never affected her before and it was so overwhelming.
He slid his hands from her rear to her hips, slowly rocking her hips with his and continued to hit her G-spot. He wanted to smirk, but he knew his moaning would never let him. She dug her nails into his skin, her moans getting louder with each thrust, “Eli! Eli! Eli! Eli!”
“God yes…” Eli gasped between moans, pressing his body tighter against hers. He leaned up, crushing his lips against hers into a passionate kiss. He tugged at her bottom lip with his teeth and she opened her mouth for him, her tongue crashing with his in a war to conquer each other’s mouths. Her moans traveled into his mouth, his body getting stiffer when the vibrations hit his throat. He lifted her hips gently and then quick and hard dropped her right where he wanted her, continuing this process.
Clare pulled her mouth back from his, the heat inside her about to boil over. She threw her head back, arching her body against his. She shuttered when she tightened to her limit, gasping into a string of moans as she fell over the edge. Her body withered on top of Eli’s. Eli could not help himself as he also came, continuing to move them to work them through their orgasms.
When both finally finished, they lay there collapsed in each other’s arms, their bodies stuck together by sweat. Eli ran his hand gently through her hair, pressing a soft kiss against her forehead. Clare closed her eyes with a soft sigh, cuddling comfortably against him.
“I love you,” Eli whispered softly into her hair.
Clare froze, her heart stopping. She felt overwhelmed with tears as she looked up at him, meeting his innocent, passion-filled eyes. She cupped his cheek with a small smile as she started to cry, “I love you too.”