Hey, I'm CelijahHasChoclateEclares sissy.
Don't compare our work, I JUST started out. So chill your pants because I am no where near as good at this "fanfiction" as Sister Celijah in our religious nunery of Eclarism. (ElixOC? Fugghettaboutit.)
So... heyy!
This is my FutureFic Collection Of One-Shots.
My sister is on hiatus, detoxing her mind. (Translation- Writer's block, play -fighting with her "notgoingtoadmitit" boyfriend until it drives me sick, like Adam said, those two = the runs, and school.)
"Slow down!" Clare whined as he dragged her downstairs.
"Nope." he said. She made a disapproving noise in her throat and stopped altogether.
He sighed and went behind her, "You're going to move or... I'll make you."
"Are you going to hit me over the head with your club and drag me to your cave?" she said softly and seductively, a new talent over the years she ha developed. Eli loved it while Clare still wondered about it, how the hell that happened.
He drew in his breath and kissed her neck. "I would love to, but sadly my cave is full right now so you have to come downstairs first."
Clare shook her head no. He kissed her neck again. "Try again. I am not a fifteen year old girl anymore."
"You still have that vampire fetish."
"It. Is. An. Interest. Not. A. Fetish." she said and Eli rolled his eyes.
"Call it what you want, I'm just glad I'm the only one who's fully eprienced the power of Madame Degrassi."
Clare's face got pink and Eli smirked. "I love that I can still do that to you."
"I love the way you smirk." she said in that soft tone and Eli's heart tensed.
"I love your auburn hair... your big blue eyes... your nervous little blush. I'm in love with you Clare, you know that?"
Clare nodded, they rarely exchanged feelings like this.
"I'm in love with you too."
There truly was a difference. Clare loved her family, she loved Piper and Adam and Alli and Jenna (after quite some time) and Lila (her daughter) and Fiona and... a whole lot of people.
But she truly really honest-to-God, was head over heels, walk to the end of the Earth, ain't no moutain high enough, die without you, just come here in love with Eli Goldworthy... and she was just 22 years old.
Clare still refused to move and Eli decided that desperate times required desperate measures, he lifted Clare up and she squealed, wrapping her legs around his waist (almost distracting him)
"Don't drop me," she pleaded as they continued down the stairs. He kissed her, softly before it grew into that racing fire in their stomach.
"I would never drop you."
"Move your hand also." she squeaked and Eli smirked.
"It's your birthday gift." he ignored her direction and Clare rolled her eyes.
"My birthday is September 12th." she said. It was mid-spring. Eli grinned.
"And I got you that promise ring, a bright shiny new one."
"I wear the old one around my neck." she said and Eli sighed.
"This is better. It's... I don't know, a gift for the hell of it."
She gave him a look as she set him down. On their small kitchen table was nothing, which was strange in itself, but there also was a small white box. Like for a ring.
She mentally gulped, hoping it was the ring she wanted it to be and prayed to God it wasn't another promise ring.
"Open it," he urged after gently setting her down.
She looked at him, but his eyes just held the same mysterious green and smirk.
As she walked over he watched her with the same eyes he watched her with when she was spazzing out in the library that day and getting up to read that essay (Look at his face, you may not have saw it but bam... it was there, check Tumblr).
She picked it up with tenative fingers and he looked at her, she was so scared.
She opened it and her face showed one emotion: Shock.
Then relief.
Then happiness.
Then doubt.
She was smiling as she said this though. "Are you for real?" she whispered and Eli nodded, walking over to her.
"You swear?" she said as he was closer now.
"I have never been more sure of any-"
Clare's lips cut him off. She kissed him long and hard. He slipped the ring on her finger.
"Is that a yes?" he mumbled against her lips.
"Yes! A million times yes!" she said and Eli smirked.
"You seem to like this. Even if isn't a parade of balloons." Clare sighed.
"I just need you. And I do like this as much as a parade. I love it."
"How much?" Eli asked. She pretended to mull it over.
She smiled, "I can show you better than I can tell you."
Clare ran a finger down his shirt and hooking her finger on the belt loop on his pants. Eli smirked.
"That seems to be a yes." he said and Clare grinned.
He kissed her again and Eli couldn't stand it. He brought her legs up to his waist and carried her that way upstairs.
"Madame Degrassi?" he asked.
She sighed. "I want to be... Mrs. Goldsworthy."
He smiled. "You will." he said before crushing his lips to hers.
Aww, my first one-shot. Yay.
Blah blah, review please.
KTHANKSBYE!