Told you the rating would come in soon! I had to cut up the song a little so it fits the scenario. If you haven't heard it, I would definitely recommend looking it up (as I said, Urge Overkill version, of course). Read and Review, please! Suggestions welcome.
Eli and I sat on the couch watching Kill Bill (we had chosen a theme of Quentin Tarantino for the night) and eating the Chinese takeout we had brought home with us.
His arm was around me, no one else was home, and everything was perfect.
I felt his hand nudge my shoulder and I turned my head to him. I gasped at how close his face was to mine.
He caught my lips in a kiss, which I gladly accepted.
Everything else melted away.
That is, until two yelling figures burst into the house.
My parents.
"So you had to pick tonight, of all nights, to come get your stuff? You selfish piece of garbage."
The yelling pulled Eli and I from each other and we turned to face them.
My mother was livid.
"Sorry to ruin your big night out," my dad said with a cruel tinge to his voice.
As their fighting ensued, I bit down hard on my bottom lip to hold back the lump I felt forming in my throat and the tears I felt would soon follow.
I don't know why it still got to me like it did.
Eli must have seen how it was getting to me. He packed up our food and held it in one hand, standing and offering his other hand to me.
I doubt my parents even noticed we were there, and alone at that. My mother, for some unexplained reason, hates Eli.
Without a word we walked upstairs and into my room.
Girl, you'll be a woman soon.
When we were safely inside and the loud voices were now muffled, I let out a deep breath I had been holding in.
He was here to get the last of his things.
This made everything so much more real.
I was silent as a hot tear rolled down my cheek. I stood by the door, unable to move.
Eli set the food on my bed and walked back to me. He pulled me into a hug and without a word made me feel better.
He healed my heart.
After standing there a few minutes, I pulled myself back from his embrace to look into his eyes. They were sad, undoubtedly because of me.
His thumbs met my wet cheeks and wiped the tears away.
Please, come take my hand.
My lips met his and stayed there, moving in time with his returned kisses.
I kissed him until I was light headed from needing to breathe. My breathing was shaky, and he still looked concerned.
He was always so concerned for me.
I gave my best, most sincere smile however weak it might have looked to him.
He smiled right back at me. Not shooting me his signature smirk. But giving me a warm, sincere smile.
I pecked his cheek, then took his hand and led him to the bed.
We sat and pulled out our food again. I looked up at the television in my room and noticed he had turned on Pulp Fiction.
"It got cold," he said, referring to the food he was picking at.
I looked down at my own, and shook my head.
"I don't really have much of an appetite anyway."
We set our food on the floor next to the bed. Instinctively we both got under my covers and our bodies entangled in a desperate embrace.
We watched the movie, but my attention wandered whenever the yelling downstairs got especially loud.
"Eli?" I spoke timidly, tilting my head to look up at him.
"What is it baby?" he asked softly, looking down at me and cradling my face in his hand.
I loved it when he called me baby. It made me feel like I was his. I could hear the care in his voice.
"Eli… " I bit my lip attempting to form the words in my mind, "I… I don't want us to end up like that. Hating each other."
"I could never hate you, Clare," he said with a look of complete seriousness upon his face.
"I could never hate you either," I whispered, closing my eyes for a minute.
"Clare, baby, I care about you so much. I could never hurt you. And I sure as hell could never leave you. I… " I could see him thinking, hard.
I love you so much can't count all the ways. I'd die for you girl and all they can say is, he's not your kind.
"I care about you too damn much."
He really, really cared for me. And I loved him, without a doubt in my mind. That was enough for me.
With no more words exchanged, I slid my hand behind his neck and brought his face down to mine, crashing our lips together.
His moved against mine eagerly. Mine were urgent against his.
I wanted him. I wanted everything with him.
Don't let them make up your mind. Don't you know, girl.
As my hands slid down his torso and up under his shirt to feel the fiery flesh of his stomach and his chest, marriage didn't seem all that important to me.
My parents had waited until marriage. Look where that got them.
The only thing that mattered to me was love. And I loved Eli.
He followed suit and slid his hands under my shirt. They moved up slowly, slowly, slowly, until they reached my breasts.
As I extracted my hand from his body to tug hard at his hair, he didn't waste any time to unsnap my bra and the feeling of his hands on my bare flesh felt so nice.
I reached down and tugged at his shirt, pulling it up as far as I could without his help. He pulled his hands from me and lifted them over his head so I could pull his shirt off the rest of the way.
I tossed it to the floor behind me.
You'll be a woman soon.
He in turn tugged at my shirt, I lifted my arms, and he slowly pulled it over my head and tossed it behind me.
He pulled off my already undone bra and it was added to the pile of clothes.
And it felt amazing, the feeling of him and me, when he pulled me close to him. Our hot skin felt as if it melted together as we pressed ourselves into each other.
And without skipping a beat, my hands moved over his belt buckle and it was unhooked and his pants undone faster than he seemed to register.
I tugged at them as my hungry lips found his.
He was wide eyed and confused, but he kicked them off and they joined the pile.
Our lips still moving, our tongues dancing, and our teeth tugging, he reached down to my skirt.
Rather than removing it, he stayed more controlled with that and moved his hands under it. His fingertips slid along the insides of my thighs, driving me crazy.
They soon found their way to the fabric of my underwear, and they rubbed against it for just a moment before slipping around it and inside of me.
I gasped. As his fingers kept moving inside of me he quickly earned a moan from my throat.
Please, come take my hand.
He was driving me crazy.
I reluctantly moved my hand down to his and took a hold of it, his fingers leaving me empty.
I left his hand to rest on the hem of my skirt.
He tugged at it, slipping it down ever so slightly.
I only kissed him harder.
Soon, you'll need a man.
He pulled it off the rest of the way and it was on the floor.
We were both left in only our underwear.
I pushed my body up against his, and I felt his desire against mine.
He groaned and I quickly tugged at the elastic of his boxers, unable to take it anymore.
His eyes shot open and he stared into mine for what felt like an eternity.
"Clare, we don't have t-"
He was cut off by my lips meeting his.
I've been misunderstood for all of my life…
Well, I finally found what I've been looking for…
Baby I've done all I could. It's up to you, girl.
He was trying to talk me out of it. He thought I would regret this. But I knew in my heart that I wouldn't.
I loved Eli and that was enough for me.
He started to reach for his pants on the floor, undoubtedly searching for a condom. But I'd gone with Alli and gotten birth control from a clinic a few months earlier and had been taking it regularly ever since.
I took his arm and looked up at him mischievously, shaking my head slowly.
I pulled his boxers off, and placed his hands on my underwear wanting him to do the same for me.
He did, and I pressed myself to him one more time.
Girl, you'll be a woman soon.
Before I knew it, he was above me and I was below him and we were staring into each other's eyes
My legs were spread and he was kneeling between them. I felt him as he rubbed against me.
My breaths became heavy, as did his.
As I pulled his face down to press a kiss to his lips, he pushed himself inside of me.
I gasped, my lips moving even more urgently against his.
It didn't hurt like everyone said it would. Sure, it was a little uncomfortable at first, but that was hardly the first thought on my mind.
Please, come take my hand.
I was with Eli. Completely. He had me and I had him. We were one.
He was gentle at first, but when my fingernails dug into his back he released all inhibitions and we were a mess of passion and heat.
I moaned, rather loudly but not to match the yells of my parents below.
He moved faster and faster with each sound that escaped me.
Girl, you'll be a woman soon.
His lips soon met mine and I smiled into the kiss.
I felt his lips pull up into a smile as well, and everything felt right.
When his lips were extracted from mine, he wore a smirk. I bit my lower lip and looked up at him with a fire in my eyes.
Soon, you'll need a man
As he moved harder, faster, deeper, I felt my whole body tense up. I was almost there.
I could tell he was too, he looked almost pained with every thrust he gave.
My breathing deepened and my eyes closed tight and then a current ran through my whole body.
Girl, you'll be a woman soon.
His lips captured the moans now spilling from mine in an attempt to quiet them.
As my body released and the pleasure ran through every inch of me, I could feel him give into his release as well.
He collapsed next to me, both of our bodies shaking as we panted for air.
We turned on our sides so we faced each other. When we opened our eyes, our gazes met.
And he gave a tired but genuine smile.
I giggled softly before pressing a kiss to his nose.
No words were exchanged as we relaxed into each other, his arms around me, and fell asleep to the background noise of the movie.
Please, come take my hand.