The Gong of the Orgasm

Electric flesh-arrows... traversing the body. A rainbow of color strikes the eyelids. A foam of music falls over the ears. It is the gong of the orgasm. ~ Anais Nin

Clare Edwards sat in the back of Eli's hearse, sitting comfortably in his lap as his hands ran down her arms. Dead Hand played in the background, the screamo kept to a minimum volume for Clare's sake.

"You know, there is a lot more to do in Morty than just sit here." Eli kissed her cheek and ran his fingers down her side, making Clare squirm in delight.

Clare looked up to meet his deep green eyes, blushing at the intense look he was giving her. "Yeah? And what do you suggest we do?"

Eli pulled her off his lap and Clare laid her head against the black panel dividing the back from the front seats. Clare looked around the hearse; she had to admit, it wasn't as scary as she thought it would have been. Though the back curtains were closed, she could still make out the beautiful designs on either side of the hearse, dimly lit by small lights surrounding it.

Her attention returned to Eli when he caressed her side, a barely visible smirk on his lips. "We could…" His hand ran up her shirt, stroking her lower stomach as he pressed his lips against hers.

Clare responded eagerly to the kiss, tangling one hand in his hair while the other cupped his cheek. Their lips moved in sync with each other, the moment becoming passionate. Eli nipped at Clare's lower lip softly, begging to be let in. Clare obliged and opened her lips for him, pressing her tongue gently against his, sounds of pleasure mixing in the kiss.

Eli's hand moved up her stomach, now resting right bellow her breasts. He pulled the lace at the hem of the bra softly, smirking. "Lace, Clare?" He chuckled darkly, shaking his head. "I didn't think you'd go for that."

Clare blushed violently, whispering, "There's a lot of this that will surprise you about me."

"I'll take your word for it." With another smirk, his lips returned to hers, his hand now traveling higher, taking her breast in its grasp. A soft moan escaped Clare's lips before she pulled away, her face flushed. "I-I don't think we should do this…" Pure hearts wait. Damn the moment she slipped on that purity ring…

Eli chuckled and took her hand, kissing her ringed finger softly. "I won't do anything you're not comfortable with, Clare. I'm just experimenting."

Clare nodded, her trust restored. She trusted Eli with her life. "I do like what you were doing…" she whispered softly, squirming.

"I'm glad I turn you on," Eli replied with one of his mischievous smirks, running his hand over her leg and under her skirt.

Clare blushed violently, kissing up his neck. "You're a smug idiot."

Eli chuckled. "I have reasons to be smug. As for the idiot thing…" he genuinely smiled at her. "You make me a love idiot." His hand hooked on the hem of her underwear, the smirk returning.

"Eli."

Eli gave her a small kiss, his hand pulling down slowly. "No sex, I know. I'm going to do something a little different, but it will still make you crazy."

Clare's face became red. "S-So… Like… Touching yourself…?"

Eli's eyebrow rose. "Little Goody Clare Edwards touches herself?" He could almost laugh out loud at what she said.

"No! No! I didn't say that!"

Eli's finger grazed her opening. "But I know you do it."

Clare's stomach fluttered, the estranged feeling making her moan. "O-Once… Years ago…"

Eli licked her lips, smirking darkly. "I'll make sure this time is much better than the last."

Clare's eyes squeezed shut tightly, the last of her first orgasm shaking through her like an earthquake. The world was ending and being reborn at the hand of Eli; light danced on Clare's eyelids, the soft music of Eli's breathing carrying her towards heaven and back. Eli's name escaped her lips in a loud moan, her nails running slowly down his back, leaving claw marks on his leather jacket.

A look of complete smugness and victory appeared on Eli's face, his fingers pulling out of her slowly. The satisfaction and pure bliss was evident on Clare's face; his work here was accomplished. He placed a kiss on her forehead before sitting down next to her, waiting for her breathing to slow and for her eyes to open.

Eventually, Clare's baby blue eyes opened, meeting Eli's green ones. "Eli…?"

Eli smirked at her. "Did you have fun?"

Clare blushed and nodded. She reached for her underwear, but Eli quickly grabbed it before she could. "I'm keeping this as a souvenir of our first adventure." He chuckled as he pocketed it in his leather jacket. "I'll also be wearing this jacket around school." His lips pulled up to a smirk when he saw her face. "I'd just love to flaunt your claw marks around Degrassi."

Clare stuck her tongue out at him, her face flushed. "Idiot."

Eli nodded, cupping her cheeks. "I'm an idiot who is completely in love with you."