So. I decided Saturdays will be reserved for Fluff. Thursdays are smut. I LOVE YOU ALL WHO READ/REVIEW MY STORIES. You're wonderful. And for those of you who left some suggestions, some of them are for sure happening because I had already planned them. XD
You can thank Zephyr Hearts for beta-ing this so fast so you actually can read it ON Saturday. Yup. She's amazing. And a great writer. And so is verbal acuity. That is all.
Sleepy Head by Passion Pit. yesyesyes.
This is rated M….but won't really be M….for a long time.
Annnnnd I don't own Degrassi. AS PER USUAL.
I woke up to the harsh light of sun peeking through unfamiliar blinds. I tried to bury my face in the soft pillow my cheek was resting on. Pulling the covers over me more directly, I tried to gain a more comfortable resting position. After shifting for a good three minutes, it dawned on me that I was not in my own room.
I finally opened my eyes hesitantly. I blinked a few times; allowing my eyes to adjust to the lighting of the room, even though it wasn't very bright. This was definitely not my room. It was much to lavish to even come close to mine. The sheets alone must have been Egyptian cotton. It was just too soft. Not to mention, I was lying in a king sized bed. Never in my life have I actually seen one, but you could surely fit a good five people on this bed without much trouble at all.
There were a few features of the room that didn't fit in with the rest of the scenery. To name a few in particular: the clothes that were randomly hanging from random furniture fixtures. I would have let that detail slide. But when I looked directly above me, I saw a chandelier. Sure, it was nice, but that was not what I was gaping at in utter horror. A certain lacy bra I had purchased- but could have sworn I had never worn- was hanging from it.
I flailed like a newborn horse, trying to get out of the covers that I had buried myself under. Once I grabbed the garment, I fell back into a sitting position. A chilling breeze had entered the room. This was slightly odd; I looked down at to see what I was wearing that didn't cover me properly enough to keep me warm. Needless to say, I was surprised to find not a single article of clothing covering my body.
The next thing that hit me was a terrible combination of nausea, vertigo, and a killer headache. Not to mention soreness that only could be acquired from a day long workout, when lactic acid builds like a tidal wave and finally crashes over you when you wake up. I tried to lie back down to soothe some of the symptoms. And it did help, but the sickening amount of questions my mind was creating from all the evidence found, brought me to an even worse condition.
Why was I naked, with my clothes hanging from random fixtures? Why was I in such horrendous pain? Why am I not in my own bed? Why can't I remember any of this? Did some millionaire steal me so I could forever be his mistress? Do I really want to know?
Just as I going through all these questions in my mind, I heard the door on the right side of me, opening. It was apparently connected to a bathroom. But never mind that. The person exiting the bathroom and into the room I was naked in! I sighed in relief when I saw his head poke out of the door; it was Eli. However, the second he fully opened the door and began walking towards me, I shrieked and scrambled to try to avert my stares. With the grace of a swan, I fell and thudded to the floor face first. Oh how lovely that sight must have been for him...
Why did I have to freak out to the point of falling off the bed, you might ask? Well, let me tell you in the calmest way I can fathom at this moment. HE. WAS. STARK. NAKED.
Not that I wasn't. But let's just say I'm used to seeing myself…well, nude. I am most certainly not acquainted to this…side of Elijah Goldsworthy. We had barely moved pass making out, and here he was. Standing naked. And I was naked.
Did we do…anything? Was this why I was so sore and had unexplainable pains between my legs? I was too weak to even move, and I didn't dare look up at him again. I groaned into the floor and thrashed about.
"Well good morning to you too, Sleepy head."
I turned my head to look up at him, to see he covered himself with a sheet. But I still blushed for the mere fact that I knew what was under that very sheet.
"Eli! Why were you…not in clothes?" I continued my high pitched screaming, "And why I am still not? What happened? Why am I so sore? WHERE ARE WE?"
I was so extremely confused; I unloaded all my questions onto him. He raised an eyebrow at began laughing as he helped me up from the ground. I tried to cover myself as he did this. Which, for some reason, just made him laugh more. I was finally able to sit on the edge of the bed and pulled a sheet up to my body. He sat right next to me and waited until it seemed like I was done screaming.
"Wellllll…you obviously don't remember, or you wouldn't be asking. So I'm going to assume that you had a little too much to drink last night."
Wait. Hold up here. "I drank? When?" I cocked my head to the side, and tried as hard as I possibly could to remember what happened last night once again. Unfortunately, the temporal lobe of my brain seemed to be lacking at its short term memory capabilities.
"Last night. At Fiona's big party, and that's where we still are. Minus the party considering it's over."
"So you mean to tell me you allowed me to get so inebriated to the point of bad decision making? And then led me off to a bedroom to assail my body and deflower me?
He laughed at me, which he really had no right to. He was the reason I was in pain right now. Ugh! Maybe I should yell at him some more. But maybe not…that sheet does look really good on him. I let out a sigh and realized I was obviously being over dramatic. But I didn't care. I had no idea what was…or had gone on!
"That's almost the exact opposite of what happened. I don't what exactly happened to make you so upset last night after talking to Jenna…but you were pretty furious. And then you downed a shot people were passing out. It was funny, because you nearly spit it out. But then went to get another….and another…and another. I can't say I wasn't surprised. I did try stop you. But once you get a little tipsy…you are quite stubborn. I'll skip the details of what you did to convince me into the hallway of the guest bedrooms. I will tell you that you are a straight up animal in bed. I mean, my zipper is now broken off my pants…and my boxers will forever be ripped the point of having to be thrown out. You were the seducer, blue eyes. Not I. And why are you sore currently? Well. You insisted upon multiple goes last night well into the morning. It's 12 P.M currently."
I sat listening to the brief story of last night's events. My jaw dropped from his first line, and continued to be held in the same place to the very last. I stared at the floor, now spotting his boxers. Sure enough, they were almost in three pieces.
"So…I…and you…and now…what do we do?"
I couldn't very well form proper sentences, now could I? This news was beyond shocking to hear. And it would be shocking if I heard Alli had done it. But it was ME.
"I'd say get dressed and I'll drive you home to get more rest. After all…doing everything in one night can be a little hard to recover from quickly. Sound okay to you, Mistress Clare?"
I blushed at his new nickname for me. I'm not even sure I miss Saint Clare. It always seemed so about the past, anyways.
"Alright…but does this change things… you know… between us?"
He laughed and shook his head. "That memory will never be pried away from my thoughts…but I'm not going to assume it wouldn't ever happen again not for years and years at least."
"But isn't that going to be hard for you…now that you know how I really look without clothes and all that?"
I felt so stupid and inexperienced still.
"It's always been hard for me since the first second I saw you. If it makes you feel better…we could…start from the beginning again."
"Like start over?"
"Yeah. As if I've never even kissed you or anything…and create some memories you can actually remember." He smiled at me, and moved his hand near mine for me to take.
I accepted it and intertwined our fingers together. I couldn't help but to think how perfect they fit together. We sat in silence for a minute or so before I looked at him again.
"Eli?"
"Yes, Clare?"
"Thanks."
I leaned my head against his shoulder and let out a sigh of relief.
"You're welcome. And I promise that you are going to enjoy the next month."
"Next Month? You have a projected plan for the entire month?"
He just smirked and gave a slight nod.
I smiled inwardly in return, I couldn't wait.
You know the Drill Kiddies; READ AND REVIEW PLEASE. And go listen to Sleepy Head by Passion Pit.
