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She stared at herself in the mirror. She looked normal, perhaps. Her hair was combed straight, her clothes pristine. But she saw the subtle differences. Her shirt hugged her chest perhaps a bit tighter than normal. Her skirt, while still nowhere near being a dress code violation, was maybe just a tiny bit shorter than she normally wore it. She looked at herself harder, inspected every detail in front of her.
Her make-up was a little more extreme than she would normally put it on, she supposed. Her face glowed a bit brighter, maybe.
She set her lips and nodded. "This is what I want," she said. Inside she quickly squashed the voice that questioned if she was making the right choice. "I'm ready."
He smirked at the rearview mirror. "She's ready," he said when he saw her approaching his car. He noted the change in her appearance and nodded to himself. "This is going to be the most pleasure she's ever felt in her entire life," he promised no one in particular. If he was religious he'd probably have promised God, but then that would just be ironic. He smirked at his own train of thought.
He greeted her with a kiss that drove her mad with need. "We're still on for after school right?" she asked him.
He nodded. "Meet you at your locker after final bell?"
She smiled. "Yeah, I'll wait for you there and then we can go to your house."
She kissed him roughly as soon as they'd reached his room. He spun on his heels and pinned her to his closed door. Their tongues collided in a battle of heat and desire, their hands all over each other. Hers were in his hair, pulling and tugging, all the while keeping him against her, his head near hers, his lips never parting from her skin.
His hands clutched her lower back, pulling her impossibly closer and pinning her tighter against the wall all at once. Her hands dropped from his hair to his shirt, skimming over his covered chest and stomach until they reached the hem. She detached her lips from his only long enough to pull his t-shirt over his head, exposing his skin to her ready fingers.
As soon as he was rid of the t-shirt he pressed his lips hungrily to Clare's throat. She gasped at the attention he gave her skin. When he bit down she moaned loudly, surprising both herself and Eli. He pulled back.
A look of terror crossed her face and she shook her head. "I'm sorry," she stammered.
Eli shook his head. "That was the sexiest thing I've ever heard," he professed. He wanted, needed, to make her do that again, to make more sounds, more noises.
His lips collided with hers again, making her so dizzy she didn't even notice when he picked her up and threw her onto the bed. When she realized what had happened she couldn't even care, because Eli was doing something incredible with his mouth as he unbuttoned her shirt. His hands deftly slid behind her back and unhooked her bra, sliding it off of her body and exposing her chest to him. Before she had a chance to be shy his lips were on her breasts, licking and tasting every inch of her superheated skin.
Clare gasped his name loudly, followed by a low groan. Her hands fisted in his hair and pulled his head up. He followed, licking a path from her chest to her lips. She pulled him back and moaned his name. "Take me, Eli," she pleaded.
He shed his clothes slowly, testing to make sure this was truly the way Clare wanted to lose her virginity. He continued to explore her body, making her moan, groan, and yell his name. She felt scared, but utterly and completely ready. When he pulled back one final time, giving her one last chance to change her mind, she pulled him down for a kiss.
The next pain she felt was worse than anything she'd ever felt before, and she nearly screamed from the pain. Eli kissed her neck and rubbed her arms, trying everything to distract her from the ache. When finally she was able to speak, when finally he was able to love her body the way it was meant to be loved, all Clare could feel was joy and bliss.
When at last she came down from the high Eli caused, back to reality, she curled into his side, running her fingers over his chest and sighing in bliss. He pulled her face up, making her look at him. "How do you feel?" he asked.
She raised an eyebrow. "Do you need to ask?"
He looked at her more intently. "It was your first time, Clare. I know that taking a virgin means causing pain. How do you feel now?"
She turned her head and kissed his hand sloppily. "I feel great," she said. "It's really funny. I feel like I'm drunk, but I'm totally sober."
He smiled, laughed, and shook his head. "Only you, Clare."
She narrowed her eyes at him in humor and mild irritation. "Shut up, you're ruining my perfect moment."
He pulled her closer and kissed her lightly. "I apologize."
She pouted. "You should."
He shook his head and tucked her against his side. She yawned quietly, but he saw her regardless of her attempts to hide her sleepiness. "Go to sleep, Clare. I won't leave you."
She nodded. As she was drifting off to sleep something stopped her as a thought dawned on her. "Eli?"
"Hm?" he replied quietly.
"Why are you more fun while we're lying down than when we're standing up?"
He laughed. "That's simple: I work better horizontally than vertically."
She smirked and drifted off to a blissful sleep.
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