A Kiss, And All Was Said...

How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said. ~Victor Hugo

"You really shouldn't have gotten into that fight with Fitz," Clare murmured as she wiped blood off Eli's lower lip, wincing slightly as she did so. Although the thought of Eli risking himself and getting in a fight scared and disgusted her, another part of her wondered what it would feel like to suck the blood off his supple lower lip.

Eli's lips came up to a smirk, his tongue running over her bloody finger. "I did what I had to do, Clare. Fitzy Boy needs to learn that no one messes with me." He locked eyes with Clare's for a second, before looking at the Dead Hand poster he had on the wall behind her. "Or my friends."

Clare blushed. Eli seemed to be always playing games with her emotions. One second he made her feel warm, intimate, and the next she was his friend. Sometimes she just wanted to hit him.

"Clare?"

Clare looked up into Eli's forest green eyes. "Y-Yes?"

Eli chuckled darkly, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "You seem very quiet." His eyebrows came up. "And you're not complaining about my actions. Are you seriously considering them just?"

Clare's eyes narrowed. "No. You were very wrong in what you did, Eli." She laid back on his bed and closed her eyes, nose wrinkled. This, Eli thought, was very cute.

"Does my bed smell, Clare?"

Clare's cheeks reddened and she shook her head. "Of course not. I'm just mad at you."

Eli took Clare's hand and caressed her palm. "Then… What does it smell like?"

"Like you. It's a hint of your cologne; husky, manly… but with a very clean smell… Like fresh laundry." Clare's eyes remained closed as Eli kissed her palm and up to her wrist. "What do I smell like to you?"

Eli kissed gently up her arm and to her neck. "You smell sweet. Vanilla, and maybe roses." His lips traveled up to her jaw line, making Clare shudder in pleasure.

"Eli…" The name escaped Clare's lips in a needy whisper, almost a moan. Eli's pupils dilated as his lips moved closer to Clare's.

"Clare… Do you want me to kiss you?"

Clare's light blue eyes opened to meet Eli's green ones in an intimate stare before his lips crashed on top of hers, his arms holding him up above her on either side of her face. Their lips moved in a slow and passionate dance, Eli leading and Clare trying to keep up.

Eli bit at Clare's lower lip softly, but enough to draw a drop of blood from her lips. Clare gasped in response, but relaxed and moaned when his tongue pushed passed her lips. As their kiss became more passionate, their tongues danced along with each other, blood intermixing.

Eli's hand came up to Clare's cheek, caressing it softly as he pulled his lips away from hers. "Did I hurt your lip?" His lips came down on the wound softly, his eyes still locked with Clare's as he kissed her.

Clare shook her head slightly, trying to keep his lips on hers. Her lips ached slightly from the kiss and were now red and swollen. Kissing K.C. was a lot different than kissing Eli. K.C. had never kissed her with such passion; she had come to think that he was ashamed to kiss her like Eli had just done. K.C. held back when he was with her, as if she were a porcelain doll about to be broken, but Eli… Eli was passionate and demanding. It was like walking through a hurricane. Like drowning and being pulled out just as the last bubble escaped your lips and your lungs gave out.

"Clare?"

Clare looked over at Eli, who was now laying beside her on his bed. His hand was tracing hearts on her arm as he spoke to her. "Did I go too far?" His lips rose in a smirk as he said this, but Clare shook her head.

"It was perfect."

Eli looked up at Clare, raising an eyebrow. "So I'm allowed to do it again?"

Clare nodded and pressed her lips against his in a chaste kiss, her lips pulling up into one of the sweet smiles Eli adored. "Just warn me before you go all vampire on me."

"And why is that, Ms. Twilight?"

Clare shook off his snarky comment and gave him a smirk.

"Because it excites me."