A/N: Welcome, loves, to my first ever EClare fanfic. Please, leave love and constructive criticism. I'd really appreciate it. 3


Clare and Eli were walking home the night they finished cleaning his room, when she looked up into the sky. She could see almost all the stars, nothing was obscured by clouds or any light pollution. She grabbed his hand, and dragged him to a grassy clearing in the park they were walking by. When she flopped down on the ground, he stood there, wondering what his girl was doing.

"Eli, quit standing there and come lay with me. I'm gonna show you something."

So, he slowly lowered himself to the ground, and allowed her to nestle closer to his body. He knew his heart was speeding up when she laid her head on his chest, her hand winding around his hip to meet the other side. She ran her fingers over the tiny bit of exposed skin, and he felt as though her touch was a brand on him. She propped her head up on his chest, and smirked at him.

"Calm down, captain. We're just looking at the stars."

She leaned forward, planting a sweet kiss on his lips, and her head went back to its previous spot. She looked towards the sky, and let out a pensive sigh.

"Do you know any constellations? Because they never make any sense to me. They're just a bunch of line drawings, ya know?"

Eli's laughter rumbled deep in his chest, and Clare smiled at its depth. He took in a breath, and lifted his arm.

"Yeah, there's one right there. It's Osidius."

Clare giggled, and turned flat on her back. "Where? I don't know where you're pointing."

Eli took her hand, and traced out the constellation with his. "It's right there, see? Sort of a swoop and a cross. Osidius the Empathetic."

At this point, his lips were nearly brushing the shell of her ear. She felt her heart racing to catch up with her breathing. She turned and looked to him, almost brushing her lips with his.

"You, Elijah Goldsworthy, are full of shit."

He chuckled and kissed her nose, their eyes still connected.

"Nope. Osidius, right there, swoop and cross."

She couldn't hold back the giggles, bubbling out from her lips. She playfully pinched his side, and shouted; "Shut up! You're lying!" He responded to her pinch with a grab, and neither of them knew how she wound up straddling him, his hands pinned above his head. Their gazes locked, and she leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

He freed his hands from her grip, winding one through her hair and the other around her waist, drawing her closer to him, into the kiss. His teeth playfully nipped at her swollen lips, drawing the sweetest sigh from them, and her hips pressed into his, urging him on. Her tongue darted out, seeking a permission she knew she wouldn't have to ask for. They dueled, a dance fueled with passion and unbridled desire. But Clare pulled back, sitting up, and breaking the spell.

She was flushed a furious red, and she couldn't help but avoid his emerald gaze. He sat up, wrapping an arm around her waist. He used his free hand to turn her towards him, and she looked downward.

"Clare...you gotta look at me." He was pleading with her now, wondering what on earth had happened. She looked up with shy blue eyes, peeking out from her lashes. He couldn't hide the little smirk from his face, and she flushed an even deeper red. He leaned in, and pressed a hesitant kiss to her lips. She returned it, with equal hesitancy. Her fingers crept up his neck, and softly pulled at his hair. He moaned, a guttural sound that filled her with lust. She pulled back, pressing her forehead to his.

"Eli, what if I wanted to just spend the night?" He began to pull away, shaking his head, but she grabbed his chin and stopped him. "Elijah. I just want to spend the night with you. I...if anything happens, I'll be ready for it. Because I'm ready...for you." She pulled back a bit further, and slid her purity ring off her finger. She took his hand, and folded it around her ring. She kissed him, softly, a sealing promise.

When she pulled back, she looked at him. Waves of shock were passing over his face, and she couldn't stop herself from pressing her hand to his cheek. "I know you want me to wait. But Eli...I want this with you. It has nothing to do with rebellion, or being different than my parents, or trying to impress you. I just figured...if we're going to be forever, I want that to start now. And what better way to start it than this?"

He closed his eyes, pressing into her cheek. He kissed the palm of her hand, before leaning in and kissing her softly. "Clare Diane Edwards, you're something else." He chuckled, and moved to stand. She reciprocated, standing as well, and taking his hands in hers. "If we are going to do this, it's gonna have to be wonderful. So we aren't doing this tonight. I need to get you home." He wrapped his arm around her waist, and started leading her home.

Once they got to her door, he leaned in and pressed a heated kiss to her lips. His fingers dug into her hips, and he couldn't help the smirk that curled when she whimpered at his touch. "I'll see you tomorrow, babe." He kissed her once more, before walking down the steps and away from his girl, leaving her with kiss-swollen lips and enough questions to drown in.