Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi, I only own my story. Psh, even if I did own Degrassi, Clare and Eli would've made babies already!

A/N: Funny how this idea happened. I posted the lyrics to Porn Star Dancing on my Facebook and Liekomgz posted a comment, which was a small tiny suggestion to this lovely one-shot. So, she gets fifty percent credit to this story XD Anyway, before you jump to conclusions, NO Clare is not a porn star in this story, pfft, what kind of a person do you think I am? I'm not that cruel.

As you can probably see, this story was inspired by the song Porn Star Dancing by My Darkest Days, which is probably the SEXIEST song ever, besides Closer by Nine Inch Nails. Anyway, this is just a one-shot, so don't ask for updates!

Enjoy!

Warnings: characters are OOC! You have been warned, so don't bitch and complain!

Song inspirations: Porn Star Dancing – My Darkest Days (of course) Promiscuous Girl – Nelly Furtado feat. Timbaland

Porn Star Dancing

Summary: "She wraps those hands around that pole, she licks those lips and off we go, she takes it off nice and slow, 'cause that's porn star dancing." /Because strip teases are so distracting, especially if it's Clare tossing her shirt at you/

"Remind me how I agreed coming to this party." I asked Adam, again. He glanced over at me, taking his eyes off the road for a few seconds. Adam said, "Because Clare is going to be there, and we all know how much you fancy this girl."

"Adam, for the tenth time, Clare and I are just friends."

"Uh-huh, just friends don't exchange saliva like you and Clare do. Just tell me you and her are dating, I mean it's not like I care. I have Fiona remember." Adam explained. I sighed heavily and said, "We're not technically dating, yet… we're you know… fooling around." Adam laughed, hard. He turned to me and stated the obvious, "Clare does NOT look like the fooling around type. She's practically a saint." I smirked a little, knowing that he is telling the truth.

Clare is a saint; I'm not going to lie, but when she's with me, she's the very definition of a sinner. And holy fuck I LOVE IT. I was caught up in my thoughts, not realizing that the car had stopped. Adam turned the ignition off and I glanced out the window, eyeing the large house that Adam had parked in front of. The lights inside were on and there were a few cars parked on the driveway and the lawn. Music blared from the inside.

I climbed out of the car and fixed my skinny jeans. Adam and I walked to the front door, and he grabbed the handle, and opened the door. The music grew louder and we headed inside. The door slammed behind us. I took a better look around, towards the living room; everything was black besides the purple and red black lights, along with the strobe light flickering in the room. Everybody had glow sticks around their necks, wrists, and hanging off their clothes. To my right was a group of people playing beer pong, and up ahead was the kitchen. I turned to Adam and he flashed me a small smile. I was about to ask him something, but he had already gotten attacked by a girl with long wavy hair.

"A-Adam! I'm so glad you came! I-I have something for you!" She leaned into him and her lips were immediately crushed over his. I guess that's Fiona. Adam's only told me about her a few times, and I've never actually met her. I left them alone to devour each other's faces, and I walked to the kitchen. I looked around, and walked to the punch bowl.

"I said no!"

I turned to the source of the noise and pinned my eyebrows together.

There was Clare, being cornered by a guy much taller than she is. I put the cup I grabbed down on the table and walked to them. Of course, the guy had to be that dick head Fitz. I pushed him to the side and wrapped my arm around Clare's waist, stealing a kiss from her. I pulled back and said, "She's with me." Fitz rolled his eyes and he walked off. I watched him leave and Clare whispered, "E-Eli, you can um… you can let me go now please."

I glanced down at her and she had the cutest blush painting her cheeks. I let go of her and she said, "Thanks for saving me though." I smirked and whispered, "Anytime Clare bear." She smiled and moved away, stepping back to keep a distance between us. I actually took a good look at her. God damn Clare looked fucking hot tonight. I didn't even think she would even leave her house in such attire.

Her hair was straightened, and parted to the side; her bangs were slightly covering her right eye. She wore a strapless black and blue corset, that showed some cleavage, and she wore a pair of faded skinny jeans with rips from the tops of her thighs, to her shin. She wore a pair of black heels, which made her a little bit taller, just an inch short than me. Clare noticed that I was staring at her and she said, "A-Alli picked this out for me."

"I figured that, I didn't think you even owned something so revealing." My eyes moved down to her chest, and Clare cleared her throat, blushing. She asked, "Well we better make this night useful, want to dance?" I smirked and Clare smiled a little. She took my hand in hers and led me to the dark living room. I turned Clare around and wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her back close to my chest. Clare wrapped her arms around my neck and her hips started to sway to the beat of the music.

I moved my hips with hers, matching her rhythm. Clare placed her hand on the back of my neck and she ran her fingers through my hair. I moved my hand up while the other stayed on her hip. I smirked hearing Clare whimper when I ran my hand under her breasts, then grazed it down, grabbing her other hip. As the song continued, Clare continued to surprise me, dropping down in front of me, and rubbing her ass against me. She's such a damn tease.

Clare turned around and through the flickering lights of the strobe light; I watched the mischievous grin on her face deepen. I smirked in return and Clare leaned up and whispered, "Let's get something to drink." I didn't protest, only followed her. I felt like a lost puppy for doing what she asks, but I mean, if you had someone this sexy, and this surprising, you would too. Clare walked into the kitchen and I watched her grab a full bottle of raspberry vodka (1). She giggled as she walked by me.

I followed her to the back of the house, passed the place where the group of people were playing beer pong. It was a small room, but in that room was dimmed lights, soft music, and a bunch of people making out and talking and drinking. Clare sat down on an empty couch, and I took a seat down next to her.

Clare twisted the cap off the bottle and she took a sip, then handed me the bottle. I took it from her and took a sip as well. I wasn't one for flavored vodka, but damn this shit is good. Clare grabbed the bottle from me and she took another swig from it. I watched as the liquid spilled down the corner of her mouth. Clare's tongue peaked out and she licked the corner of her bottom lip. I leaned up and licked the rest of what she missed away.

Clare blushed and I watched her blue eyes darken. She smirked and poured some on her arm. I watching it slowly spill down, and I took her arm and ran my tongue along her skin, tasting the vodka and her skin, Which both tasted fucking amazing together. Clare took a swig again, and purposely let it dribble out of the corners of her lips. I watched it move down to her neck, then her collar bones, and the tops of her breasts.

God damn Clare is being one big fucking tease. I grabbed her hips and leaned to her neck, sucking and licking her neck. Clare moaned and I traced my tongue across her neck, then down in between her collar bones, and down to her breasts.

I pulled away and grabbed the bottle from her hands. I took a sip and crushed our lips together. Clare gasped and I passed the vodka to her mouth. Clare moaned and she pulled away, licking her lips. I smirked and placed the bottle on the small coffee table in front of us. Clare moved into my lap and I grabbed her hips. Clare leaned down and she kissed my lips.

Her mouth moved against mine, her tongue pressed against my lips and I opened my mouth to her. Clare's tongue thrust into my mouth and our tongues wrestled, playing with each other's. I grabbed her ass and she moaned. Clare sucked on my bottom lip and pulled away. I leaned up and kissed her neck, sucking on her skin. Clare whimpered and her hand reached up and threaded into my hair.

I moved my lips down and sucked hard on her collar bone. Clare moaned and tightened her grip on my hair. I groaned in response and moved my lips back up to hers. Clare placed her hand over my mouth and she leaned down and whispered, "I'll be right back." She crawled off me and I sat there, watching her head up the stairs.

Okay do I follow, stay, go? I thought about it, and after pondering my decision, I got up, taking the bottle with me.

I ran up the stairs and looked around, eyeing the couple practically having sex against the wall, and then averted my gaze to the closed doors. My eyes shot towards the door in the corner, which slightly creaked open. I smirked a little when I watched Clare poke her head out and wink at me. I made my way over and headed into the room. Clare closed the door behind me, and I glanced around.

Okay the room is kind of girly, but that doesn't matter. As long as I have a durable bed, and Clare, then I'm good.

"Oh I love this song." Clare giggled. I sat down on the bed and listened intently to the lyrics of the song, which was blasting downstairs. Ah, Porn Star Dancing. I brought the bottle to my lips and I paused, watching Clare slowly dance to the song. I slowly pulled the bottle away and watched her. Clare slowly moved her hips to the music, and she smirked devilishly at me. I swallowed hard as she ran her hands up from her waist, over her breasts, and up through the hair on the back of her head.

I think the alcohol is getting to her…

Clare licked her lips and her hands moved behind her; her corset began to loosen from her upper body, and it was soon off, she tossed it to me, and it hit my face, and slowly fell to the floor. Clare stood in front of me, in only a strapless lacy red bra and her jeans. Her hands moved her breasts and she gave them a gentle squeeze. I swallowed hard, very hard. Clare moved her hands down her body and down her thighs. The bottle dropped to the floor as Clare brought her finger to her lips and sucked on it.

She smirked and my pants tightened, hell they were already tight from the beginning of the damn stripping. Clare moved her hands around her back and she unclasped her bra from the front, and tossed her bra to the side, covering her breasts with her arm. I licked my lips and shifted on the bed a little.

Clare giggled and she removed her arm, my eyes went straight to her breasts. Clare's hands moved down her waist and she grabbed the button on her jeans. She kicked her heels off, and I dodged one as it came flying to my face. Clare laughed a little and she unbuttoned her jeans, slowly pulling them down, revealing her red lacy underwear. Clare turned around, showing her ass to me as she removed her pants. Clare stood in front of me, only in her panties, those panties… I wanted to fucking rip off.

The song came to an end, but damn, Clare wasn't finished.

She got down on her hands and knees, and slowly crawled up to me, like a seductive kitten. I wish I wasn't wearing skinny jeans. Clare was soon sitting in front of me, and her hands moved up my legs, and she ran them over my dick, up my shirt and she clawed my skin.

"Fuck." I groaned.

Clare giggled, "Not yet."

I lifted my eyebrow at her. She licked her lips and her hands moved out of my shirt and she fumbled with the button of my skinny jeans. Popping it open, Clare leaned forward and pulled the zipper down with her teeth. I groaned and she pulled them down. She smirked, tracing my erection through my boxers. I held back the moan in my throat and she whispered seductively, "Eli you're already so hard, do you want me to take care of it?"

Oh fuck…

I didn't even answer, not even nod, and Clare was already pulling my shorts down. Clare ran her middle finger over the tip of my dick, which was already wet, spilling small amounts of pre-cum. I watched through half lidded eyes as she brought her finger to her lips, licking the tip of her finger. I clenched my jaw as Clare wrapped her fingers around the base of my dick and wrapped her lips around the tip of my cock. She stroked my cock, twisting her hand hard and fast as her head thrust up and down around my dick. I moaned and she pulled her head back, sucking hard on the tip. I grabbed a fist full of her hair and pushed her head down. It never failed to surprise me that Clare doesn't own a gag reflex.

She looked up at me, grinning softly with my dick still in her mouth.

I grunted and Clare moved back, her eyes never left mine as her tongue swirled around the tip of my cock. Clare pulled her mouth away and asked, "How do you like it so far?"

"How's this for your answer?" I leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss. Clare whimpered as her back hit the floor. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I grabbed her hips. I licked her lips, demanding entry into her mouth. As our tongues grazed and danced against each other's, Clare tugged on my shirt and I pulled away for a few seconds, just to remove my shirt. I tossed it to the side and she ran her hands up and down my chest before I could kiss her. Her finger tips moved over my nipples and she leaned up and flicked her tongue out, licking and sucking on one.

I groaned and Clare traced her tongue across my chest, and sucked and nibbled on my other nipple. I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her back. She looked up at me with her dilated blue eyes and I got up, bringing her with me. I picked her up, wrapping her legs around my waist and carried her to the bed. I laid her gently on her back, and kissed her neck. Clare moaned and I started to pull my pants off as well as my boxers.

I grabbed her lacy panties and practically ripped them off, since they were so thin.

"So needy Elijah." Clare purred.

I smirked and I grabbed my dick, and rubbed it against her clit. She bit her bottom lip and moaned in her throat. I leaned down and whispered, "Do you want me Clare?" She whimpered in response. I continued rubbing my dick against her clit and whispered huskily, "Answer me; I know you want it, your cunt is practically craving for it." Clare moaned in my ear.

"Eli, please I want it so bad." Clare whimpered.

"How bad?" I asked as I continued to tease her, moving my dick up and down in between her folds and against her ass. Clare groaned, "Eli I want it really bad, I'm wet for you, please do it already." I kissed her forehead and I thrust my cock inside her.

"God, you're so warm and fucking tight Clare." I growled in her ear. Clare moaned and she thrust her hips up, moaning, "Eli move." I grabbed her hips and started a steady rhythm. It didn't take me long to speed up. Clare moaned and her hands moved up to grab something. She ended up grabbing the poles on the headboard. Clare moaned loud and fast, "Eli! Yes! F-fuck! Harder, fuck me harder!"

Oh my god…

I thrust my dick harder and faster in and out of her and growled, "Fuck Clare." The bed springs squeaked beneath us and the headboard pounded against the wall. Clare's legs wrapped around my waist and she let go of the poles, and grabbed her breasts. I watched as her hands squeezed and kneaded her breasts, and her fingers would occasionally pinch her nipples.

"Oh my god Eli! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

I opened her legs and thrust my hips faster. Her inner walls clenched around my dick, and I groaned. I thrust my dick harder and faster in and out of her, trying to get her to cum. Clare screamed loud, and she grabbed the bed sheets; her back arched and she tossed her head back. I continued to thrust in and out of her, and my head fell to the crook of her neck and I continuously whispered "fuck" in her ear. Moments later, I moaned, "Clare, oh fuck." I came inside her and fell on top of her. We both breathed heavily and once I regained my composure, I moved away and pulled out of her. I watched my cum spill out of her, and Clare reached down and ran her finger tips over her hole.

I glanced up and she brought her finger to her lips, slowly licking my cum off her fingers. God damn… I whispered, "Clare, you should drink more often."

Clare smirked and she responded, "Eli I don't have to drink to be like this."

I lifted an eyebrow and said, "Well you shouldn't hide the fucking wild girl you have."

Clare smiled a little.

She grabbed the back of my head and crushed my lips against hers.

Against my lips she whispered, "Just so you know Elijah, when I'm like this, you will refer to me as Clara, Saint Clare is not here."

I smirked against her lips and said, "Fine, Clara." I purred her "name" and she smirked in return, kissing me again.

End!

Oh my shit that was long! Damn this was hot. Hm, should I do a side story to this? So you can see what kind of person Clara Edwards is? Oh I know you want it really bad *wink wink* Forgive me, I'm a pervert after twelve -_-... Anyway leave me some reviews and tell me what you think of this. I think I might add another chapter :O yeah, I think I will. Probably just one though. Again, reviews are great, so leave me some!

Good bye for now!

(1) Raspberry Vodka: This shit is fucking amazing! And it's probably more amazing if someone as sexy as Eli is licking it off you *wink wink*