A/N- Okay, so this is my first story. I don't know if it's good or not- it's up to you to find out;). The whole story will probably be pretty long. Enjoy =D

Clare's Pov

"There," I said, throwing away the last stack of papers. "We're finally done!" I leaned towards Eli and kissed him softly on the lips.

He pouted when I pulled away. "Hey, we finally finished cleaning this pigsty of a room. Shouldn't i get a congratulatory kiss for as long as I want?"

"Sure. I'm really proud of you, Eli."

"I know." He smirked before he kissed me. I kissed him back, never wanting him to stop.

Eli suffered from a condition called Compulsive Hoarding. Ever since his ex-girlfriend, Julia, passed away, he couldn't throw anything away. He was afraid that she would forget her. Over time, his room slowly filled with useless stuff, making his room uninhabitable. I was willing to help him, when he was ready. It took us two months to clean up everything, but we were finally done. And now I was able to stay at Hotel Eli whenever I wanted.

Of course, I wasn't ready to... you know... go all the way with him, but I was excited to stay over at his house. My parents really didn't care about my virtues- heck, they don't care about me at all anymore. But I was perfectly okay with that. My purity ring wasn't on my finger anymore (it was on Eli's) because I knew that eventually I would be ready. But for now, Eli and I were happy the way things were now.

He deepened the kiss, wanting more, and I happpily obliged. He pulled me over to his now clean bed, and laid on top of me. I bit his bottom lip, knowing his weak spots. He groaned, and i smiled into the kiss. His pleasure turned me on, and I grabbed his soft, black hair in my hands and pulled him closer, wanting more.

He broke our kiss, but his lips never left my body, and they trailed down my jaw, reaching my neck. He nibbled softly on my skin, making me moan. He knew about my vampire fetish, and used that to his advantage. He bit down harder, probably leaving a mark. I didn't care, though.

This was usually as far as we went, but this time was different. I wanted more.

I pulled him back to my lips, and my hand trailed up his shirt. He knew what I wanted, and quickly pulled off his black Dead Hand t-shirt. He resumed kissing me, and I rolled him over, so that I was now on top. I started to grind my hips into his, feeling his arousal. He stared at me with his deep green eyes, and said, "Are you sure you want to go farther?"

"Yes, I'm ready." I said. "But only if you want to..." I said with uncertainty.

"Of course i do." He said and then crushed his lips to mine. His tongue grazed my lip, wanting entrance into my mouth. I opened my mouth, and our tongues wrestled for dominance. I started to kiss his neck, and I bit down on his collarbone, hard. He groaned with pleasure. I started to grind my hips into his again, and Eli looked to me for permission to continue. I nodded, and he lifted his hips to meet mine. His hands started to slide up my shirt, pulling it up with him. I lifted my arms so he could take my shirt off, and he threw the shirt on the floor next to his.

He looked at my partially exposed body with a look of pure lust in his emerald eyes. I started to feel self-concious, and began to cover my chest with my hands. He started to grope my breasts through my simple white bra, and I moaned, "ELIIIII..." I had never felt so aroused. There was this weird feeling in my abdomen, like lava, boiling hot. And I liked it.

"You can take off my bra, you know," I said, my heart racing.

"Are you sure?" he asked, and I could tell he hoped I would say yes.

"I've never been so sure in my life," I said. "Let's keep our pants on for now, though."

"That's fine," he said. His eyes were darker than I had ever seen them.

"Okay, but let's go slow. I've never done this before, and I'm nervous" I said, blushing.

"Don't worry, Clare. I'll take care of you." And with that, in one swift motion, my bra was on the floor.

My heart raced faster than I ever thought was posssible. He looked at my partially exposed body with a look of pure lust in his emerald eyes. I started to feel self-concious, and began to cover my chest with my hands.

"No, don't." He said, removing my hands from my chest. "Clare, I love your body. It's too beautiful to hide."

I blushed and gave him a small smile. He teased my nipple with one hand and ran his fingers through my hair with the other. He sucked on my other nipple, and I moaned and raked my nails down his chest. He sure was good with his hands.

I brought his lips back to mine, and our tongues wrestled while I continued to grind my hips into his. He groaned and started to kiss hungrily down my neck, stopping at my collarbone. He sucked on it while I called his name. I moved my hips faster against his, our chests flush against each other. Eli started to move his lips back to mine, and placed a soft kiss on my lips. He pulled away.

I pouted. "We didn't have to stop just yet..."

"Clare, you said yourself that this was as far as you wanted to go for now. If we kept going, I wouldn't be able to restrain myself. We had to stop before we went any further."

"So what you're saying is, you didn't want to go further with me? Was I really that bad at it?" I looked down nervously.

"What? That's not true, Blue Eyes. That was... amazing. But I knew that if we kept going, our pants would be off right now. I'm trying to go slow for you. I... I love you, Clare." He said. He was looking down, but i could tell he was blushing.

I cupped his face with my hands, pulling him up to face me. "Thank you... for being so respectful of my needs. That's what I love about you. I know you've... gone farther with Julia," He winced at her name, and I kissed his forehead. "But you're willing to go slow with me. And I love you too, Eli."

He gave me a warm smile and looked deep into my eyes. "Thank you. Now, it's getting late. I really don't want you to leave. And it is a Friday... do you want to spend the night with me?" The hopeful, loving look he gave me made my heart melt.

"I would love to." I said. "But I think I might need some PJs."

"You can borrow my clothes." He said, kissing my forehead then walking over to his dresser.

"I hope you don't mind wearing a Dead Hand t-shirt." he tossed me the shirt and a pair of grey sweat pants.

"Oh, I don't care. It smells like you," I hugged the shirt, and he smirked at me.

"Now, normally I would find your statement kind of creepy, but since you said it, it's cute." He smiled warmly at me before pulling off his shirt. I couldn't help but stare, Eli was just so perfect.

"Staring isn't nice, Edwards." He said, smirking. I blushed a deep red and looked down. I started to pull off my shirt and bra, and it was him this time that stared. I threw a pillow at him.

"A bit hypocritical, are we, Eli?" I said.

"Not at all. You're too gorgeous, I can't help but stare."

"You're just saying that," I said while I pulled on the t-shirt.

"No, I'm not. I love you, Clare. I love your body, too. You're perfect." he pulled on his black sweat pants.

I blushed... again. I quickly pulled on the grey sweats and ran to him, pushing him on the bed. I kissed him on his surprised lips, giggling. "Thank you."

He chuckled. "Anytime, Blue Eyes." And then he started to tickle me.

"ELI!" I yelled. "STOP!" I giggled as he tickled my sides. "I... WILL... TICKLE... YOU... TOO!"

"You wouldn't." he said, pausing to kiss me sloppily.

"Oh, yeah, I would." I hopped on top of him, tickling his stomach and sides.

He giggled hysterically. "CLARE!" He was really ticklish, and I loved making him laugh like this.

I doubled over, laughing. "You are so cute when I tickle you." I said.

"Ditto." He rolled us over so that he hugged me tightly and had all of his weight on me.

I giggled. "Ugh. Eli. You're so heavy!"

"I know. Anything to keep you from tickling me."

"Eli."

"Yes, m'lady?" He said in a cheesy British accent.

"I love you. Now get off of me."

Eli chuckled, loosening his grip on me so that he could roll off of me. He laid by my side, and I snuggled closer to his bare chest.

"I love you too, Baby." He kissed the top of my head.

"I really am proud of you, Eli. Just think, we can actually see the floor of your room now!" I rested my head on his chest.

"Haha, yeah, it's been awhile." He pressed his face into my hair, inhaling deeply.

"Like the smell of my hair, Goldsworthy?" I laughed.

"Yes, yes I do." I turned to smile at him. His forest green eyes bore into my clear blue eyes. "What did I do to deserve you? This seems so surreal. You're too perfect to be here in my arms right now." He said. "Don't say that. You did nothing wrong, and I'm not perfect." I said, looking down. "Well, in my eyes, you're perfect." He said, kissing me softly on the lips. "Thank you." I cuddled closer to Eli, and he pulled his blanket over us.

"This is, well, perfect." I said. I started playing with his soft, long, shaggy black hair. "Mmm, yes, it is." he smiled. "Eli, your hair is getting really long." said, running my fingers through the strands. "Yeah, I guess I do need a haircut, don't I?" he chuckled. "I didn't say that. Although, yes, you might need a haircut soon." I said. "What, you don't like my sexy bedhead hair?" he shook his head so that his hair whipped around. I giggled. "Oh, I love it." I said. "As I love you." He kissed my messy curls, and snuggled closer to me.

"I'm getting tired," I said, yawning.

"Me too," Eli said. "What do you want for breakfast tomorrow? I can make pancakes."

"That'd be great." I said, closing my eyes and wrapping my small arms around him. "Goodnight, Eli."

"Goodnight, Blue Eyes." He gave me one last kiss on my forehead before we drifted off to sleep.

Okay, I hope you liked it! Should I leave this as a one-shot, or should I continue? Please review, and I will give you a virtual cookie. =D