AN's: Very short, but pretty much the way I picture it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi or these characters.
It wasn't planned; at least that much can be said. The fact that it wasn't planned came more of a surprise to her than to him. She was always planning, always ready, always sure.
He knew better. He knew that when the moment came she wouldn't stop to think first. That despite herself, there was a part of her that craved something else- something more. He saw glimpses of it so many times over the years. Whether it was cutting a class or screaming on a crowded street- she craved the rush.
It was why she was so drawn to him.
Not that she'd admit the effect he had on her. She knew and he knew that she knew. That was enough.
Still, he was the one trembling when she lifted his shirt over his head. It was his fingers that faltered with the zipper on her dress. And when she reached for his belt buckle, it was his hand that stopped hers, his thumb that traced the silver ring on her finger, and his eyes that asked if she was sure.
Because he was drawn to her as well. When they first met he had felt tainted…how could he not want to be close to someone so pure? He spent so much time thinking about death after Julia died. Clare made him feel alive.
She surprised him by taking the ring off her finger and sliding it onto his. It stopped at his knuckle, too small. She kissed him without a word.
It was all the answer he needed.
Everything happened in slow motion after that. Images flashed through his mind of everything that had happened between them and the boundaries they had crossed together. They both let out a gasp when their bare skin touched and another when he pushed through that final boundary.
He watched from above as she swallowed, her eyes closed to hide the pain from him. She moved her hips and her name left his lips in a sigh as he clung to her.
They moved as one, knowing it was always meant to be: This. Them. Drawn together.
Drawn: to bring toward oneself, as by inherent force or influence; attract