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Well, I know I always write oneshots, but with the promos resonating in my head, I've come up with a real multi-chaptered fic that covers my ideas for what COULD happen this season (plus a little bit of sexitimes because that's always fun).
I'm hoping this thing doesn't kill me and that it doesn't end up being 20 chapters long, but I do like to ramble. I apologize in advance for any similarities to other fics or Degrassi theories; I know a lot of us are thinking about some of the same things right now. I think this will have a few unique ideas in it, so I hope you enjoy it.
This is dedicated to AlbatrossTam14 who helped me focus my thoughts a bit and is one of the best writers I know. Make sure you read her fics. She is in my favorite authors as ArentYouSophiaLoren-8887.
"Come on, Clare. I've already thrown out ten things," Eli said, giving me puppy dog eyes. We had made a deal that whenever we worked on his room if he threw out ten things, we'd take a ten minute kissing break. Which usually turned into a 30 minute kissing break.
"You threw out eight newspapers, but since they are all from the same day, that only counts as one."
"Harsh," he said, picking through a pile of dirty, old clothes.
"How did you even get those?"
He laughed. "Our paperboy is really lazy and we're the last street on his route. Sometimes he just throws them all on our lawn."
I groaned. "Great. Just what you need."
He pulled my hand so that I landed on my back on the pile of clothes. "Ouch!" Something sharp was stabbing me in the back. I sat up to alleviate the pain, rubbing my back.
"You okay?" he asked with a look of concern. I nodded and he gave me a quick kiss. "And anyway, I've been doing a lot better. You know that."
He was doing a lot better. His therapist had really done a great job of helping him see that keeping everything was hurting him more than helping him. That didn't mean most of our cleaning sessions weren't a struggle, but we had been working for thirty minutes and Eli hadn't had a meltdown. In fact, he even had a smile on his face.
"You're in a good mood today."
He grinned. "That's because I have a beautiful girl in my room."
"You usually have a beautiful girl in your room when you're cleaning it, and you're never this happy."
"Well, I got an A on my short story for Dawes, it's Friday so I have the whole weekend ahead of me, and your parents are going away so I can spend the whole weekend kissing you."
My parents had agreed to go on a last ditch church sponsored marriage counseling weekend at the urging of our pastor. I was pretty sure the divorce papers were already waiting on my dad's desk to be signed, but I guess they wanted to show Pastor Tom that they were trying to make things work, even though they weren't at all.
I blushed at the thought of Eli spending the night at my house, kissing me. "Not the whole weekend. I have to work on my science project."
He grinned. "But I can come over tomorrow, right?"
"I don't know." I grinned wickedly. "You promised me a driving lesson and I've been waiting for weeks. Maybe you'll need to fulfill your promise before I'll let you in." Eli raised his eyebrows and I realized what that sounded like. "To my house! You're so gross."
"You love it," he said, leaning over and kissing me.
I flinched a little at the sound of the l word. We hadn't officially exchanged I love yous although we had both sort of alluded to it. I had never said that before; I certainly wasn't in love K.C. but I was definitely falling hard for Eli.
His kiss was brief and I was the one who wrapped my arms around him and deepened it. I could feel him smiling against my lips and as our kiss grew more passionate.
His hands found my waist and we slowly moved until I was lying on my back with him on top of me.
"Ouch!" I had forgotten about the sharp object buried underneath his clothes.
Eli helped me up and started digging through his clothes for the offending object. He pulled out a CD with a cracked case that must have been the culprit and his eyes lit up. "The Cure: Greatest Hits! I've been looking for this."
I stared at him blankly.
"Just Like Heaven? Friday I'm in Love?"
I shrugged. "You know, if you got rid of more stuff, maybe you'd find more of the things you've been looking for." He just ignored me and ran over to his laptop and stuck the CD in. He changed the track and ran back over to me, taking my hands in his and twirling me around in time to the music.
I giggled as he dipped me, his arm supporting my lower back, as he started to sing along with the song. "Show me, show me, show me, how you do that trick. The one that makes me scream, she said. The one that makes me laugh, she said, and threw her arms around my neck. Show me how you do it, and I promise you, I promise that I'll run away with you."
He looked deep into my eyes as he sang; his voice was incredible and I couldn't believe I had never heard it before. As he continued I felt relieved that he didn't sing "Friday I'm in Love" because I didn't think I'd be able to handle him singing a romantic song to me.
By the time the song ended he had danced me over to the bed and lay me down, his body leaning over mine. I don't know if he had intended his song as a seduction technique, but it was very effective.
"I didn't know you could sing," I said in between kisses.
"There's a lot you don't know about me," he growled, capturing my lips again.
A thought came to my mind and I pushed him off me. "You need to join the drama club."
Eli groaned. "Clare." He tried to climb back on top of me, but I placed a hand on his chest to still him.
"We're doing Grease this semester and tryouts start this week. You would make a perfect Danny, and we can never get enough boys who can sing. Sav said with student council he doesn't have time for the play this year and Peter graduated so the lead role is wide open."
"You know I'm not a joiner, Clare."
"But think of all the time you could spend with me. Backstage." I wiggled my eyebrows at him. "If there's a Saturday rehearsal we could sneak out for a few minutes and fulfill your biggest fantasy."
His eyes widened. "You're going to have sex with me in the girls' locker room?"
Oh, Eli. "We could make out in the girls' locker room."
His whole face lit up. "In the shower?"
"No!" I slapped his arm lightly and he grinned at me.
"Worth a try."
"So will you do it?" I asked.
"I'll think about it. I like singing but I don't really like being on stage. But if it will make you want to do dirty things to me, I'll consider it."
If Eli only knew the things he made me want to do. I brought my hand up to his cheek, partly because I wanted to touch him and partly because I wanted to see my purity ring to help me remember all the stuff I wasn't supposed to be doing with him. He'd been really patient in the few months we'd been dating, but I knew it wasn't him that was going to be the problem. It was me and my stupid hormones.
It was the same stupid hormones that made me kiss Eli more aggressively than I ever had before, wrapping my leg around him and flipping us over so that I was on top of him. His hand moved down to my ass as I bit his neck. Our kissing escalated to the point where all I wanted was something more.
But unfortunately, when Eli had tried to put his hands up my shirt about a month ago, I had turned him down when my nerves got the best of me. He had been a perfect gentleman since, but I was definitely at the point where I didn't want him to be. I held myself up over him, practically dangling my breasts in his face, but while his eyes immediately jumped to them, his hands stayed firmly around my waist.
I was too shy to take my shirt off; I just wanted him to touch me without seeing, but I couldn't figure out how to give him the message. I certainly couldn't tell him, but if thrusting against him while we kissed furiously wasn't giving him the message, I was going to have to do something.
"Eli," I whimpered as he sucked on my pulse point. He grinned against my neck and I wrapped my fingers around the hair at the back of his neck. "I want you."
Eli pulled back in shock and my face turned bright red. That wasn't exactly what I meant to say. "What do you mean by that?"
I didn't say anything and Eli entwined his fingers with mine. "Clare, I know you don't want to have sex with me. But you must have said that for a reason."
I tried to put on a brave face. "Maybe we could take this just a little farther," I said softly.
I was still on top of him and his eyes immediately fell to my chest. "We can do whatever you want," he said. I squeezed his hand but didn't move. "Just tell me when you want me to stop."
He placed one my hand on my clothed breast and placed the other at the small of my back, pushing the fabric up just enough that it could rest against my skin. "Mmm, Eli," I moaned. I couldn't believe how good his simple touch could make me feel.
He must have taken that as a sign of encouragement, because the intensity ratcheted up immediately. His kisses grew deeper until he was practically swallowing me whole, and I matched his every move, doing some exploring of my own underneath his t-shirt. Before long both of his hands were underneath my bra, and I sat up, straddling him and tore my shirt over my head. His nimble fingers had my bra unhooked in seconds and before I knew it, Eli was holding my naked breasts in his hands and I was holding my breath, trying not to call out his name in ecstasy.
I thought I'd be embarrassed when he saw me like this for the first time, but he gazed at me with such lust and adoration that I couldn't help but feel pleased.
"Clare," he breathed. His mouth enveloped my nipple and I thought my heart was going to jump out of my chest.
A knocking sound interrupted us. "Eli," Cece called through the door, jarring me out of my haze. I tried to jump off the bed but he held me down so I only managed to lie down next to him.
"Mom, I'm a little busy," he said, his voice strained.
"I just wanted to invite Clare to stay for dinner. I made vegetable lasagna and there's always more than enough."
Eli poked me and I stuttered out a response. "Sssure. That sounds great."
I could hear Cece laughing as she walked away.
I covered my face with my hands and Eli laughed, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his head on my bare chest. "The door was unlocked," I hissed. "She could have walked in."
"She never comes in unless I tell her it's okay." I raised my eyebrows. "Trust me. She'll never make that mistake again."
I smirked at Eli's pained look. "She walked in on you having sex?"
"Of a sort." My confusion must have been evident because he explained, "I was alone at the time."
"Oh," I said, a little embarrassed.
He smiled and buried his face in my cleavage, planting a few soft kisses. "I can't even believe how beautiful you are. You're perfect, inside and out."
"Eli," I said, blushing. He was so sweet, but obviously he was exaggerating.
I met his eyes and I could see a little bit of sadness lurking below the surface. "Sometimes I worry that you're going to wake up one morning and realize what a screw up I am."
I brushed his hair out of his eyes and forced him to look at me. "You're not a screw up. And I'm not perfect. We're just…us."
"Promise me you won't leave me," he said, his voice desperate.
I took his face in my hands. "I'm not going anywhere." I sealed the promise with a soft kiss.