O...M...C...OhMyMunro updated?
Yes, yes I did. I wasn't going to post this, on account of I really didn't feel like dealing with any flaming anons, but you can think wants2bDEGRASSI for her "screw them" attitude, and for making me put it on . Now, WHY would anons flame me? I mean...that's kind of dumb...right? Well, let me tell you, this isn't fluff, or romantic smut. It's not going to be like my other stuff, not at all. I'm not going to hold back. This is Clare's POV, but if you want me to I'll do Eli's later.
This is dedicated to Shehadastory, aka Danae Cox. I wrote this just for her. I want to mention WAZAM, also, because she is amazing and the emotion and detail she can put into her writing is what I'm striving for. She's helping me with DFTLA (Don't Forget To Love Again), which will be updated very soon for all those wondering, I'm currently editing and finishing up the chapter.
For any of you still reading, WARNING: this is going to be PURE LEMON JUICE. Straight up. In other words, it's going to e smutty. Turn back now if you're uncomfortable with the M rating. Flames will be flamed right back and anon flamers will be ignored.
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"Come on, Clarebear," Jenna said to me, drunkenly smirking. "Just have some fun tonight. Don't be so uptight." She flipped her hair and my posture stiffened, my eyes shooting her daggers. Her breath, hair, and skin reeked of alcohol, making me crinkle my nose in disgust.
"I. am not. Up. Tight." I said stiffly, turning to face her.
Jenna rolled her eyes and laughed. "Oh yeah, okay. Tell me this," she said, leaning close. It took all I had not to move away, or slap her. "tell me that you've ever had just one drink, one drink of anything, be it beer or the most expensive wine, and then I'll take it back." I blinked. Okay, so no, I had never had a drink before. So? That didn't mean I was uptight...did it?
I looked all around the house, from the dancing strobe lights to the moving bodies on the dance floor, almost all with the outline of a cup in their hand. This party had been going on for about two hours now, and the whole place smelled like beer and sweat. Already, there had been: two dramatic break-ups, one fist fight, and about five things broken. I had heard guys use disgusting pick-up lines on girls. I saw it work. I had watched lusty couples go up and down the stairs, to which I was assuming was a bedroom. I had watched Jenna drink hreself silly, Alli make out with Drew against the wall, and in the midst of it all, I had been sitting in this exact chair, with the same bottle of water clutched in my hand. Personally, I thought all of this a bit much.
Oh, dear lord, I was being uptight. Then I remembered as I felt the keys in my pocket. Right.
"I'm the designated driver," I said calmly. "Remember? Your the one who assigned me," I said, raising an eyebrow, daring her to object.
She didn't, of course. "That wasn't the question, Clarebear," she said, batting her eyes. "I asked you if you had ever had alcohol before." Jenna spoke slowly, enunciating each word, as if I was a todler in need of better understanding. But dammit, drunk as she was, she was right.
My defeated silence made a smile spread across her face as she leaned away in victory, swaying slightly. "Just because-" I started, annoyed, but she cut me off.
"Ah ah ah. Nope. That proves it. I know this isn't your first party. You mean to tell me that you've been the designated driver every time, and that is your only reason for not even sneaking a little sip?"
I huffed. "Maybe I don't need alcohol to have fun, unlike some people," I snapped, far beyond fed up.
"Really?" She said, laughing a little, and then bursting out into giggles. "Oh, you're right. Look's like you're having so much fun, sitting here, all alone." I fumed. I wanted to punch her in her perfect little face.
"What I do is none of your buissiness, Jenna!"
"Maybe, maybe not," she said, giggling. She was so CLUELESS as to how angry she was making me right now. Her drunken audacity. "Sit here. See if I care," she said, flipping her hair again. "I'm just saying, every party is it's own experience. This one only comes once. I wouldn't waste it if I were you..." she singsonged, bouncing away.
I sat back down in my chair and buried my head in my hands, sighing, whishing that when I opened my eyes again, I'd be sitting at home, in my bed, reading. Why had I agreed to be Alli's wngwoman? Obviously, my help wasn't needed now, and I was stuck being miserable. It's not that I was trying to be uptight, it's just this wasn't really my scene. I didn't...fit in. I felt like an alien. Parties and Saint Clare didn't go together, you could have asked anyone. And Jenna just had to rub it in my face. The little goody-two-shoes, church going Clare had never had a drop of beer in her life, everyone knew that. Everyone knew that her boyfriend KC had an every-day struggle with trying to keep himself in check around her, when they were kissing. Everyone always knew how far we went, which was pretty much nowhere, everyone knew that he was getting tired of it. And everyone knew that Jenna had her eye on him. She made that clear daily. And the way he responded to her, I knew we wouldn't be together much longer.
This realization sort of struck me out of my trance, and I stood up, needing to get out of my dark thoughts. The water in my hand had grown hot, and hopefully I could find something that wasn't spiked at the refreshment table. I huffed and fixed my dress, the little black one Alli had insisted I wear. It hugged my curves, and I was a little unsure about it, now that I was up and moving around.
Tucking my curls behind my ear, I moved through a throng of people on the out-skirts of the party, trying to stay on the edge of it myself. It was absolutely astonishing how inconsiderate people were.
"Excuse me."
Blink.
"Excuse me," I said again, shoving through a couple who were making-out heatedly.
Finally, after a long struggle, I finally found myself at the table, the only thing on it being a keg. Sighing, I turned around, leaning against it as I prepared myself for the longest night in history.
"Beer not your thing, Clare?" I turned to the sound of a velvet-smooth voice, ready to let the flood gates open and let all hell break lose. I was angry, tired, and fed up with the world, and I didn't need anyone to tell me who I was. But the words, the string of profanities in them, died on my lips as I took in the sight of the boy standing before me.
Elijah Goldsworthy.
I had seen him around school; he was even in my English class. I'd always thought he was cute, but he always seemed like he wanted nothing to do with anyone. Like he hated the world. By the way he was taking me in with his eyes right now, though, I was starting to rethink that theory. "What?" I said, having lost my train of thought. His bangs hooded his dark green eyes, which scanned me with a bit of heat behind them, leaving my unanswered question hanging in the air. A smirk played on his full lips, tilted up in some sort of approval as his eyes went from my face down to my ballet flats, and back up as his toungue grazed his bottom lip slowly. Awkwardly, I cleared my throat as my face heated up, looking away. I suddenly felt very hot, and I wished that I was outside in the cool air.
"You have pretty eyes," Eli said smoothly, and I smiled a little bit, still averting my gaze.
"You're funny," I said, feeling the pick-up line under the very modest compliment. Why was he even talking to me anyway? I didn't know him, I didn't even know he knew my name. Was this some kind of bet with his friends, trying to lure the Christian virgin girl into a sinful trap? Hey, guys had tried it before. The funny thing was though, the only person I had ever seen him hang out with was Adam Torres, whom I knew was a very sweet, gentle person. Hardly the type to be encouraging people to corrupt young girls. So what exactly was going on here? My eyes flicked to his face, which wore a confident expression. Like I was going to be putty in his hands. Rasing an eyebrow, I crossed my arms. Who exactly did this guy think he was?
"Want a Coke?" He asked me, and my eyes darted to the can of soda he held in each hand. Boy was I thirsty. No way was I going to pass that up. Nodding, he handed one to me, and I opened it, downing half of the can.
"Where are your friends?" He asked, moving beside me to lean against the table. His arm brushed mine, and I blushed at our proximity. "I always see you with that little Indian girl...Alli, isn't it?" He always saw me? Was Eli like, my creeper or something?
Should I have been ashamed to say, when my eyes found his again, that maybe I wouldn't have minded that at all?
"Alli's with Drew...Jenna's drunk off her ass, and I'm supposed to be the DD. So, my friends are having fun at a party." I said, pouting a little and then biting my lip. I liked the way that made his eyes flicker down to stare at them, keeping his gaze on them as he responded.
"And I take it you're not having as much fun?" He said, leaning a bit closer. I laughed once, trying to keep my nerves down. I had been talking to him for all of three minutes, and already he was making me more flustered than I had ever been.
"I'm not really a party girl," I responded weakly. "I don't feel like I'm really welcome into this world of drinking beer and dancing to crappy pop music." I didn't really think this was the correct way of making flirty conversation, but I really didn't care. I needed to vent my angry feelings and Eli, as intriguing as he looked right now, just happened to be the one standing here talking to me. I looked at him for a moment, and I smiled. He looked like he was really listening to me, genuinely interested in what I had to say at the moment. Like he was waiting for me to continue. So I did. "I'd really rather not be here, anyway. I could be doing something relevant."
"By yourself?"
I took another sip of coke. "Well, I mean, I guess so. My type of fun isn't really the same as Alli's or Jenna's." My insides turned at the mention of her name. "Especially Jenna's..." I added quietly.
"She didn't look like she was having much fun when I saw her face turn green and make a beeline for the bathroom," Eli commented with a smirk, never tearing his heated gaze away from mine. I looked away for a moment, giggling, the picture in my mind breaking through my mood a bit.
"I like your laugh," Eli said, smiling. "It's sexy." I looked at him oncemore, and our eyes met. His were so...gorgeous. So full of intesnity. They were like endless pools of deep emerald. I could have swam in them forever.
"Thanks," I blushed. We stayed like that for a moment, the air feeling heavy. We were silent, and I looked away, tapping the emtpy can absentmindedly. Suddenly, there was hot breath by my ear. My body went rigid as he breathed out, and shuddered when he spoke.
"Are you still thirsty?" He whispered lowly, tracing the line of my jaw with his thumb. My whole body shook, and I was over-come with desire, wanting to grab him by the collar of his blazer and crash my mouth against his. Surprised by these thoughts, I turned to say something to him as the logical Clare in my head tried to warn me. He hadn't moved away though, and as I turned my head, our lips brushed, making me tremble. The air had suddenly become very heavy and tense, and it took everything I had not to lean one or two more milimeters to meet the distance between his perfect, full lips and mine. I traced the shape of them with my eyes and held my breath. Slowly, my eyes went up, going from his perfect nose, to his cheekbones, to his eyes, which were more vivdidly green than they had been all night. I gasped a bit as they reflected my desire, and the struggle to hold it back. How was it possible that we had talked to eachother for no more than half an hour, and I was more attracted to him than any other boy on the planet?
Speaking of other boys...what about KC? I bit my lip again, trying to remember his question.
"Um, I'm not really thirsty, but I could use a cup of ice." Eli's mouth fell open at my words, and licked his lips again. He looked really flustered, and dropped his gaze to grab a plastic cup, opening the cooler beside the table to scoop some ice in. I breathed out shakily. Oh my God, had I ever felt this alive before?
He soon leaned back up, handing me the cup, our eyes locked the whole time. I started to thank him, but his hand touched my knee, stopping my words and my train of thought. My skin burned where his hand rested, but as I remembered the smug look on his face earlier, I decided that Clare Diane Edwards was not easliy shut up. It was time for me to take control of...wherever this was going. I wanted to test what I could do to him. Tilting my head to the side, I bit my lip.
"Thank you." I said slowly, bringing a cube of ice to my lips. He watched me and his eyes turned from bright green to almost black in a matter of seconds. I took the cube into my mouth, sucking on it, and although I wasn't trying to be sexy with it, I could tell it was driving him insane. Good, I thought deviously. In a moment of bravery, I took out another cube and brought it to his lips, staring intensely into his liquid coal-colored eyes as he took it and slid his hand further up my leg, to my mid thigh. I bit my lip absentmindedly as a trail of fire followed his hand.
"You have to stop biting your lip, Blue-Eyes," Eli whispered, standing from his leaning postition agaisnt the table, and coming to stand in front of me, his grip on my thigh tightening. I whimpered as he took one last step, pressing our chests and pelvis' together, our faces mere inches apart. Then I said something Saint Clare would have never even thought of.
"I want to grab your hip bone," I said as sexily as I could mangage, hoping the request wouldn't seem odd. He didn't seem to think so, however, when he gasped, pressing harder into me. I whimpered once more and released one of my hands from it's vice grip on the table, reaching out to Eli's jean-clad hip. He turned his head away and bit his knuckles as I carressed him hard on his hip bone, drawing out a low moan from him. I could feel his erection against my thigh, and I smiled at the feeling of it, pressing my hips harder to his.
"Clare..." he said as my hand dragged from his hip, lower, brushing over his arousal. This drew a deeper moan from him, as he said throatily in my ear, "I will turn you inside out."
My breath hitched in surprise, and I gripped him harder, licking my lips. I never knew how incredible these kinds of things were. Adrenaline was racing though my veins, making `me feel confident and sexy, like I could do things to this man no one else could. Like he could do things to me no one else could. "Do you want to go somewhere private?" He asked, drawing back to look at me through half-lidded eyes. My brain screamed yes, but I remembered KC and sighed.
"I...I can't," I said, gasping a little as his fingers teased the skin under my dress, drawing goose-bumps. "My boyfriend..."
"That douche bag KC?" Eli asked, calmly, sliding his hand further. I stuttered as I tried to form the words on my lips.
"He's...n-not," I said. "He's -r-r-really sweet, m-most of the time."
"Is that so?"
"Eli!" I moaned, arching my back a bit, pressing into him as his fingers brushed my through my underwear. My hands slid up his arms and rested on his shoulders, bringing his upper body closer to mine.
"Mhmm?" He asked, carressing me a bit harder. I bit my lip and grabbed his belt, not able to form anymore rational thought, or put up a logical argument. Eli enveloped me, he was all I could think about. He rubbed me lazily, and I moaned again, louder this time. "I bet you have a beautiful pussy," he whispered sexily in my ear, sliding his hand from underneath my dress, both sliding around my waist to my lower back, grabbing my ass as he pressed himself into me, my legs opening slightly as he lifted me and then dropped me, grinding our sensitive areas together. I whimpered and dropped my head to his neck, resting my fore-head there. I could feel his pulse through his warm skin, and I wanted to kiss him there. "I will fuck you so damn hard, Clare, you'll be sore for a week."
"Ah!" I said, a bit louder than intented. I couldn't take it anymore. I pressed a soft kiss to his neck, and felt his shudder, trailing feather-light kisses from his collar bone all the way up to the edge of his jaw. It was clenched as he grinded against me, defining it even further, and I traced it with my lips softly, loving how smooth his skin felt.
"Fuck." He breathed, panting. Saint Clare protested once more, but she slipped away with every thrust of his hips.
Finally, she gave in. "Eli," I breathed, taking his hands away from me and holding them in mine, "let's go to your car. I don't want it to be so cliche that we have to use some random person's bedroom."
He pulled back and looked at me, his eyes unsure. "You...mean...?"
"I want you, Eli," I said. "I want you to take me." I bit my lip as realization crept into his eyes, followed by wariness, followed by exitement. His eyes sparkled as he tightened our hands.
"Let's go."
And with that, he tugged me away from the table, and before I knew it, we were winding through the crownd of people, between dancing bodies. I saw Alli on the way out, laughing with Drew and some of his friends, who all widened their eyes at me. Alli followed their gazes and bugged her eyes out as well, as she saw my mussed hair. They all looked curious, and Alli rose her eyebrows with a huge smile on her face. I didn't see anymore before we were out the door, into the cold night, wind hitting me like a knife. Eli pulled me into him once we were out on the front porch, looking into my eyes.
His lips drew closer slowly, but I wasn't having any of that. I pushed forward, touching my lips to his, lingering. They felt warm and marble smooth against mine, and we kissed slowly, sweetly, pulling back after a few seconds. It could have been an innocent good-night kiss.
But it wasn't meant to be innocent, and we were not saying goodnight.
Eli took my hand again, leading me from the porch and down the street, our eyes focused on our destination: Eli's hearse.
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AHAHAHAHA. I'm so evil :D I'm adding another chapter, do not worry. IN ELI'S POV! Don't forget to review if you liked it, and even if you didn't. But nothing mean please, I worked hard on this.
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