Story: Hot Mess (R)
Title: Hot Mess
Rating: R
Chapter: 7
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/6244405/7/
Fitz quietly snuck up behind Clare as she worked on the prop table in the auditorium. She was bobbing her head, which meant he did not have to be so quiet because she was listening to music, but you can never be too careful. He placed his hands on her hips while laying open-mouth kisses against the side of her neck.
Clare jumped slightly in shock, turning her head to get a look at the person beside her and smiled. She spun around, capturing his lips with her own only for a moment. When she pulled back, she smirked as she chided quietly, “Bad boy.”
Fitz met her smirk with a mischievous grin, sliding his hands from her hips to her ass and giving her cheeks a squeeze. She jumped into him with a squeal before looking around. She took his wrists carefully and led him to the set shop.
After making sure they were alone, Clare pulled her hair out of its ponytail and shook her curls out, pulling him back to her by the front of his shirt. She kissed him hard on the lips, sliding her arms around his neck. Fitz kissed her back willingly.
“Clare…” a voice called out.
Clare shoved Fitz off of her, wiping her smeared lipstick off her face, and she ran out of the shop before anyone could walk in. She slowed down to a walk when she saw Eli looking over the prop table. She smiled as she reached him.
“Hey Baby,” she greeted, her eyes lighting up.
Eli looked up at her, grinning. He took her hand, pulling her around to him. “Hi Beautiful.”
Clare beamed, giggling as she wrapped her arms around his neck, “Hi.”
Eli leaned in to her, kissing her softly on the lips. He pulled her tighter to him, tracing the outline of her lips with his tongue. She groaned a bit, leaning into him for support, as his tongue slid into her mouth. She ran her hands through his hair, pulling their heads as close as they could be, as their tongues battled.
Eli pulled back suddenly, surprising his girlfriend, yet somehow he was still smiling. “I just got a text from my dad.”
Clare cocked an eyebrow, still upset their kissing had stopped, “So?”
“He said you can move in,” Eli replied, his mood not faulting with her response. “Isn’t that great?”
Clare’s eyes went wide in astonishment at his response; completely caught off guard. She sighed heavily, pulling a smile, “Great…” She jumped up, wrapping her arms around his shoulders to hold herself up. He wrapped his arms around her as well.
It was a cruel game she was playing and she knew it. But to break either of the boys’ hearts again would probably be the end of her. That is why she would continue to kiss them; hold them; make love to them; tell them everything that they wanted to hear. She needed them to survive.
DTNG
Alli’s eyes flared with anger, storming down the hallways of Degrassi. She did not even bother saying anything as she stopped behind where Clare stood, closing her locker, Alli just reached out, digging her nails into the back of her ex-best friend’s head, slamming her forehead into the locker as hard as she could.
Clare groaned painfully, rubbing the protruding bump on her head as she turned around, her eyes filled with dazed tears. Her jaw dropped, mumbling, “Alli…”
Alli did not answer her, slapping Clare across the face. Clare gasped, touching her red cheek and before she could respond, Alli shoved her into the lockers. Clare looked up, shock and hurt turning to anger. She frowned, shoving Alli back, “What the fuck?”
“You’re such a whore!” Alli shouted in reply, rubbing her shoulder before grabbing Clare towards her.
She then threw the taller girl down on the floor only to have Clare kick her leg at the back of Alli’s knees, causing the Indian princess to fall hard on her butt. Clare placed her good hand on the locker beside her to give her leverage to stand. But Alli had different plans; she reached out, gripping Clare’s bruised wrist and tugging the redhead over to herself while punching her right in the nose.
Clare went to punch Alli in the chest when Eli pulled her off the ground into the air out of nowhere.
“What the hell is going on!?” Eli demanded, turning slightly away from Alli to keep Clare away from her.
Alli jumped to her feet, pointing accusingly at Clare, “Ask your whore!”
“Is this about Fitz?” Eli asked softly, gently rubbing Clare’s arms, while looking at Alli concerningly.
Alli’s jaw dropped, feeling speechless for the first time in her life. Her mouth moved, but no words came out. “H-h… how can you be okay with this?” she demanded more than questioned, tilting her head to the side as if looking at him from a different angle would change his opinion.
Eli sighed heavily, closing his eyes, “We’ve both done each other wrong, Alli. But we know how to forgive.” He looked back at her before looking at Clare. “I love her and she’s worth more than anything else.”
Clare blushed, looking down at her feet bashfully. She touched her throbbing purple cheek with a sigh, “Eli…”
Eli shook his head, cutting her off, “No. I love you.”
Clare looked up at him, meeting his intense gaze. A smile covered her face, whispering in reply, “I love you too.”
DTNG
Clare arched back against the floor of the van, moaning, as Fitz thrust deep inside her. She had told Eli she was going to find a job to pay his dad back for all the clothing he had bought her the day before, and although it was important to keep her promise, she had sworn to Fitz that she would meet him later. A promise is a promise; especially to Saint Clare.
Clare dug her nails into his shoulders, wrapping her other leg around his waist to connect her ankles together to bring him in deeper. She urgently pressed her lips against his as his hands gripped her ass tightly. He kissed her back hungrily, quickening their pace. He had missed the feeling of being inside of her; the way she tightened around him; how they would cum over and over again.
She gasped into his mouth, her stomach tightening as much as it could, “God, Fitz…” While her words were mumbled by his tongue, they still fell upon his ears and caused a smirk against her lips.
He pulled his mouth back from hers, resting his cheek against hers. “C’mon, Baby,” he whispered hotly in her ear, causing her to shake beneath him with a string of moans. “That’s it, Gorgeous. Ugh… So fucking tight…” He continued to mutter in her ear as her hips buck up in the air.
His hands slid from her butt cheeks to her hips, moving her with him in a hard thrusting motion, as he carefully sat up on his knees. He gasped, trying to move her hips faster with his own, as he felt himself draw closer to the edge.
“Fitz, yes. There. There! There! There!” she screamed out, her head banging back against the floor in delight.
He groaned out at the same volume; continuing to move them both, while cumming inside of her. She shuttered, jumping up off the floor and wrapping her arms around his neck as she came merely seconds after.
The two rode out their orgasms together before Fitz dropped back on his butt while holding onto his lover for dear life. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes. She bit her lips together, refusing to let go of him. She rested her face in the crook of his neck comfortably. He went to slide out of her, but realized their sweat and juices were more than enough to keep his weaken body from moving away from hers.
He ran a hand through her disheveled red curls, whispering in her ear, “We should do that again.”
She smirked, giggling a bit, “You don’t really even have to ask.”
She leaned into him, pushing her entire weight on him, and caused him to tumble back on the floor with a loud thump. She pulled back from him completely, causing him to whimper for her body. “Shhh. Baby, you’ll like this,” she hushed assuredly, sliding slowly down his body. She grabbed his manhood in her hand, blowing softly on his tip.
DTNG
“Oh god…” Eli groaned, throwing his head back against the headboard as Clare’s tongue licked every which way around his manhood. He felt his entire body go tense with delight, reaching down and taking her hair with his fist to push her down on him, but somehow she was stronger than he was after going through two rounds of sex.
Clare looked up at him with a smirk, licking her lips. “What?” she asked, purposely blowing hot air on him with each sound she made.
Eli could not find anything except moans to reply with, bucking hips up towards her mouth.
Clare chuckled, before leaning down and taking him in her mouth. When she heard him gasp, she moved her head back up and then down again, continuing to suck harder on him with every movement.
“Fuck!” Eli shouted out in pleasure, tangling his fingers tighter into her hair. He could feel himself getting painfully harder with each second. “Ohhhh, Clare. Yeah…”
Clare picked up her pace, gripping his hips in her hands, and moved his hips with in sync her mouth. She dug her nails into his skin, causing him to cry out in pleasure, “God, yes!” She scratched her nails up and down his hips while continuing to come down on him.
“Fuuuuuck…” Eli screamed one last time, cumming into her mouth. Clare moaned instinctively at the taste of his juices in her mouth, swallowing what she could and then lapping up the rest slowly with her tongue. He laid there, his eyes wide with pleasure and shock, shaking slightly, “Wow…”
Rating: R
Chapter: 7
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/6244405/7/
Fitz quietly snuck up behind Clare as she worked on the prop table in the auditorium. She was bobbing her head, which meant he did not have to be so quiet because she was listening to music, but you can never be too careful. He placed his hands on her hips while laying open-mouth kisses against the side of her neck.
Clare jumped slightly in shock, turning her head to get a look at the person beside her and smiled. She spun around, capturing his lips with her own only for a moment. When she pulled back, she smirked as she chided quietly, “Bad boy.”
Fitz met her smirk with a mischievous grin, sliding his hands from her hips to her ass and giving her cheeks a squeeze. She jumped into him with a squeal before looking around. She took his wrists carefully and led him to the set shop.
After making sure they were alone, Clare pulled her hair out of its ponytail and shook her curls out, pulling him back to her by the front of his shirt. She kissed him hard on the lips, sliding her arms around his neck. Fitz kissed her back willingly.
“Clare…” a voice called out.
Clare shoved Fitz off of her, wiping her smeared lipstick off her face, and she ran out of the shop before anyone could walk in. She slowed down to a walk when she saw Eli looking over the prop table. She smiled as she reached him.
“Hey Baby,” she greeted, her eyes lighting up.
Eli looked up at her, grinning. He took her hand, pulling her around to him. “Hi Beautiful.”
Clare beamed, giggling as she wrapped her arms around his neck, “Hi.”
Eli leaned in to her, kissing her softly on the lips. He pulled her tighter to him, tracing the outline of her lips with his tongue. She groaned a bit, leaning into him for support, as his tongue slid into her mouth. She ran her hands through his hair, pulling their heads as close as they could be, as their tongues battled.
Eli pulled back suddenly, surprising his girlfriend, yet somehow he was still smiling. “I just got a text from my dad.”
Clare cocked an eyebrow, still upset their kissing had stopped, “So?”
“He said you can move in,” Eli replied, his mood not faulting with her response. “Isn’t that great?”
Clare’s eyes went wide in astonishment at his response; completely caught off guard. She sighed heavily, pulling a smile, “Great…” She jumped up, wrapping her arms around his shoulders to hold herself up. He wrapped his arms around her as well.
It was a cruel game she was playing and she knew it. But to break either of the boys’ hearts again would probably be the end of her. That is why she would continue to kiss them; hold them; make love to them; tell them everything that they wanted to hear. She needed them to survive.
DTNG
Alli’s eyes flared with anger, storming down the hallways of Degrassi. She did not even bother saying anything as she stopped behind where Clare stood, closing her locker, Alli just reached out, digging her nails into the back of her ex-best friend’s head, slamming her forehead into the locker as hard as she could.
Clare groaned painfully, rubbing the protruding bump on her head as she turned around, her eyes filled with dazed tears. Her jaw dropped, mumbling, “Alli…”
Alli did not answer her, slapping Clare across the face. Clare gasped, touching her red cheek and before she could respond, Alli shoved her into the lockers. Clare looked up, shock and hurt turning to anger. She frowned, shoving Alli back, “What the fuck?”
“You’re such a whore!” Alli shouted in reply, rubbing her shoulder before grabbing Clare towards her.
She then threw the taller girl down on the floor only to have Clare kick her leg at the back of Alli’s knees, causing the Indian princess to fall hard on her butt. Clare placed her good hand on the locker beside her to give her leverage to stand. But Alli had different plans; she reached out, gripping Clare’s bruised wrist and tugging the redhead over to herself while punching her right in the nose.
Clare went to punch Alli in the chest when Eli pulled her off the ground into the air out of nowhere.
“What the hell is going on!?” Eli demanded, turning slightly away from Alli to keep Clare away from her.
Alli jumped to her feet, pointing accusingly at Clare, “Ask your whore!”
“Is this about Fitz?” Eli asked softly, gently rubbing Clare’s arms, while looking at Alli concerningly.
Alli’s jaw dropped, feeling speechless for the first time in her life. Her mouth moved, but no words came out. “H-h… how can you be okay with this?” she demanded more than questioned, tilting her head to the side as if looking at him from a different angle would change his opinion.
Eli sighed heavily, closing his eyes, “We’ve both done each other wrong, Alli. But we know how to forgive.” He looked back at her before looking at Clare. “I love her and she’s worth more than anything else.”
Clare blushed, looking down at her feet bashfully. She touched her throbbing purple cheek with a sigh, “Eli…”
Eli shook his head, cutting her off, “No. I love you.”
Clare looked up at him, meeting his intense gaze. A smile covered her face, whispering in reply, “I love you too.”
DTNG
Clare arched back against the floor of the van, moaning, as Fitz thrust deep inside her. She had told Eli she was going to find a job to pay his dad back for all the clothing he had bought her the day before, and although it was important to keep her promise, she had sworn to Fitz that she would meet him later. A promise is a promise; especially to Saint Clare.
Clare dug her nails into his shoulders, wrapping her other leg around his waist to connect her ankles together to bring him in deeper. She urgently pressed her lips against his as his hands gripped her ass tightly. He kissed her back hungrily, quickening their pace. He had missed the feeling of being inside of her; the way she tightened around him; how they would cum over and over again.
She gasped into his mouth, her stomach tightening as much as it could, “God, Fitz…” While her words were mumbled by his tongue, they still fell upon his ears and caused a smirk against her lips.
He pulled his mouth back from hers, resting his cheek against hers. “C’mon, Baby,” he whispered hotly in her ear, causing her to shake beneath him with a string of moans. “That’s it, Gorgeous. Ugh… So fucking tight…” He continued to mutter in her ear as her hips buck up in the air.
His hands slid from her butt cheeks to her hips, moving her with him in a hard thrusting motion, as he carefully sat up on his knees. He gasped, trying to move her hips faster with his own, as he felt himself draw closer to the edge.
“Fitz, yes. There. There! There! There!” she screamed out, her head banging back against the floor in delight.
He groaned out at the same volume; continuing to move them both, while cumming inside of her. She shuttered, jumping up off the floor and wrapping her arms around his neck as she came merely seconds after.
The two rode out their orgasms together before Fitz dropped back on his butt while holding onto his lover for dear life. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes. She bit her lips together, refusing to let go of him. She rested her face in the crook of his neck comfortably. He went to slide out of her, but realized their sweat and juices were more than enough to keep his weaken body from moving away from hers.
He ran a hand through her disheveled red curls, whispering in her ear, “We should do that again.”
She smirked, giggling a bit, “You don’t really even have to ask.”
She leaned into him, pushing her entire weight on him, and caused him to tumble back on the floor with a loud thump. She pulled back from him completely, causing him to whimper for her body. “Shhh. Baby, you’ll like this,” she hushed assuredly, sliding slowly down his body. She grabbed his manhood in her hand, blowing softly on his tip.
DTNG
“Oh god…” Eli groaned, throwing his head back against the headboard as Clare’s tongue licked every which way around his manhood. He felt his entire body go tense with delight, reaching down and taking her hair with his fist to push her down on him, but somehow she was stronger than he was after going through two rounds of sex.
Clare looked up at him with a smirk, licking her lips. “What?” she asked, purposely blowing hot air on him with each sound she made.
Eli could not find anything except moans to reply with, bucking hips up towards her mouth.
Clare chuckled, before leaning down and taking him in her mouth. When she heard him gasp, she moved her head back up and then down again, continuing to suck harder on him with every movement.
“Fuck!” Eli shouted out in pleasure, tangling his fingers tighter into her hair. He could feel himself getting painfully harder with each second. “Ohhhh, Clare. Yeah…”
Clare picked up her pace, gripping his hips in her hands, and moved his hips with in sync her mouth. She dug her nails into his skin, causing him to cry out in pleasure, “God, yes!” She scratched her nails up and down his hips while continuing to come down on him.
“Fuuuuuck…” Eli screamed one last time, cumming into her mouth. Clare moaned instinctively at the taste of his juices in her mouth, swallowing what she could and then lapping up the rest slowly with her tongue. He laid there, his eyes wide with pleasure and shock, shaking slightly, “Wow…”