A/N: Just... enjoy?

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Degrassi.


Part I.

Their fist sexual encounter.

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"So, my parents are going to another Llamapalooza and I know we haven't spent much time together and that's my fault but you can't honestly blame me because I've stressed out over graduating, you know, and I was, maybe, wondering if you would, perhaps –"

"I'd love to, Eli.

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She was taking her bra off.

And he was staring. Like an idiot. Like a kid. He was so childish.

He was terrified.

She was taking her top off and he was frozen. Still. Standing up, in front of her, in his room, his hands sweaty. And he knew he had to do it now or his parents would get home and they would ruin the only moment they had alone.

And her hands cupped his face and he gulped loudly – too loud. She heard it, and laughed at him, blushing and looking away.

Her arms wrapped around herself, covering her chest from his view and he blinked, reality socking him mentally.

"It's, um…" he stuttered, gaping slightly at his half-naked girlfriend.

He scratched the back of his neck.

She bit her lip.

"…Clare, I –"

She put her hand over his mouth, flushing embarrassed. "I know. Me too."

He sighed, and she took away her hand, wiping it against her skirt.

"Gross?" He teased, and she nodded, taking in a deep breath.

"How do we do this? I mean… do we just kiss or something? Ease into it?"

He smiled down at her, kissing her forehead. "Well… in some magazines I read and some movies I've watched they usually –"

"That's so gross!" She squeaked, pushing him away and turning around, her bare back facing him.

"It's not gross, Clare," he laughed, hugging her from behind. "It's natural."

"Watching… people have sex? Watching men treat women like objects? I don't think so, Eli," she pouted, closing her eyes.

"You're killing the mood again, Clare," he sighed out, kneading her shoulders in a sensual way. "Let's just ease into it?"

A moment of hesitation.

A low sigh.

She turned around, her eyes fierce sapphire. They were beautiful and mesmerizing.

"Yeah?"

He nodded, agreeing. "Yeah… yeah."

They kissed sloppily, hands trembling and moving over chests. Awkward groping ensued now and then. A few embarrassed moans escaped their lips and in due time she was pushed on his bed.

He was tugging on her skirt slightly and she was trying to take off his shirt but to no avail. He stopped tugging on her skirt and she blinked up at him.

He flushed and she coughed.

"You take off my shirt first and then I'll –"

She interrupted him with her giggles, and he turned beat red.

"It's not funny, Clare," he said, laughing with her, kissing her gently.

He felt her hand creep over the hem of his shirt and she pulled it up and he helped her and took it off. She sighed, moving back on to the bed and touching his flat chest.

"I thought you did spinning?"

He groaned.

"Can you not?"

She giggled and gasped when he felt him tug on her skirt. Once it was off, she covered her almost naked body with her arms, nervous.

"Be gentle with me. Please," she whispered, shuddering when she felt his fingers slide across her bare legs.

They were both breathing heavily as his finger reached her center and he pressed, making her close her eyes and grab his wrist.

"Did I hurt you? I can stop, if you want. It's okay –"

"No…no, it was just a surprise," she told him, a smile on her face. "Seriously."

"Tell me if you want me to stop, alright?"

She gave him a nod and he pressed gently, making her close her eyes shut. His head slowly made its way to the hollow of her neck and he was kissing the sensitive skin there. And minutes passed.

Nothing came.

"Clare?" She opened her eyes, heavy breathing and flushed face. "Are you alright?"

"Why do you ask?"

He looked away. "You haven't yet…"

She moved closer to him. "What did you say?"

"You know…" he looked at her, face stern. Determined. "You haven't come. Am I doing something wrong?"

She got teary eyed, feeling bad. "No. No, God. Eli you're wonderful. I'm just… I don't feel anything? Is that normal?"

He furrowed his brows. "Perhaps? But it just surprised me that nothing has happened and you are sort of silent."

"W-well I'm embarrassed to moan, you know."

"I mean..." he touched her center softly, and withdrew his hand, looking at his fingers. "It's wet."

She flushed.

"That means your body is enjoying it, right?"

She nodded. "Maybe we can try something else, Eli. We have a long way to go in this relationship. I guess it just takes patience and time for a woman to feel euphoria."

"Like what?"

She licked her lips. "Alli says that it's more than just caressing the body. It's saying little things and cracking jokes and easing into it and both parties will feel pleasure."

"You sound like a professional, Edwards. Are you sure there isn't something you want to tell me?" He gave her a small smirk and she slapped his arm.

"You are such a jerk, Goldsworthy."

He laughed at her blushing face, and kissed her, pushing her down on his bed again. "Let's just ease into it, then."

She nodded and they were kissing and it felt right.

And the door downstairs was opened (loudly) and Bullfrog yelled from the living room and Eli's head hit the headboard, Clare laughing at his awkwardness. He struggled to put his shirt on and fix his pants, Clare dressing herself on his bed when Bullfrog knocked on the door and Eli opened it.

"Had fun, little twerp?"

Clare gave Eli a look and a shy smile and Eli saw it, smiling at his father. "Almost."