A/N: First off, sorry it took so long to update! I've been too busy to write :( Buuut this is it! Last part. This is my first time writing anything even relatively lemon-y, so I'm sorry if it's awful. It's not INCREDIBLY graphic, but if you're not okay with that sort of thing, I would highly suggest not reading this. I hope you guys like it!
And in case you missed it up there, WARNING: Slight lemon.
DISCLAIMER: I unfortunately do not own Degrassi. :(
After talking with Fi and her incredibly helpful brother, Declan, Eli left feeling like he was on a high. Why?
Because he was slowly formulating a plan to bring out a different side of his apparently not-so-innocent girlfriend.
For once, he was actually thankful for the long walk home that he sometimes had to make after school when Bullfrog had to work late and couldn't pick him up. Today, it gave him the perfect opportunity to get a clear mind to nail down a plan.
After a cold fifteen minutes of trekking down the quiet street toward his house, he finally made it to his door, slipping his key from his pocket.
"Cece?" He called, kicking off his dirty boots as he closed the door behind himself.
No response. Huh.
He slowly made his way to the kitchen for food, his body thawing all the way, when he saw a note on the counter.
Baby boy,
Went with dad to help out at work. Won't be home 'til late. Dinner is already made and in the refrigerator, you can just reheat it. Behave.
He smirked wickedly. What an unexpected turn of events. This just made the plan easier.
He grabbed his phone from the counter and took the stairs to his room two at a time, plopping on his bed to call Clare like he said he would.
"Hello?" Her voice rang through after the third ring, sounding happy.
"Hey," Eli said nonchalantly.
"So, she loved it!" Clare said excitedly, and Eli could just imagine her face lighting up with her beautiful smile.
He smirked. "She sure did,"
"I told you she would," She said smugly. Oh, Clare, you are the last person who should be smug right now, Eli thought, his plan invading his mind.
"Yeah, yeah," Eli chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Hey, what are you doing right now?" He asked.
"Oh, uhm,"She said, thoughtful. "Nothing really. Why?" He could hear the smile in her voice.
"Wanna come over?" He asked, keeping his tone even.
"What for?" She asked innocently, intentionally pushing him.
"Oh, I'm sure you can guess," He said suggestively.
"Eliii-i!" She chastised, giggling.
"Is that a yes?" He chuckled.
"Yes," She sighed, pretending to be exasperated. "Of course. I'll be there in a few." She said softly.
Eli hung up with a click, a grin over-taking his face.
Let the fun begin.
10 minutes later, the doorbell sounded loudly through the empty house.
Eli jogged downstairs to the door and quickly opening it. "Well, hello, beautiful girlfriend," Eli murmured, smirking at Clare.
Clare smiled shyly, rolling her eyes. "Hi, Eli,"
He smiled, stepping back with a flourish of his arm. "Come on in."
Clare stepped in and looked around, a gasp escaping her mouth.
Eli had pulled out all the stops, decorating to perfection: Candles giving the room a soft light and a warm vanilla-y smell.
"Eli, what's all—" Clare started to ask, turning to him, but he cut her off.
His soft lips pressed lightly to hers, growing more urgent with each passing second.
He ran his tongue gently along her bottom lip and she opened her mouth slightly more, accepting.
Eli began backing her up slightly, until her back came in contact with the wall. She gasped, pulling her face from his.
"Eli," She breathed, gazing into his lust-filled eyes.
Eli immediately regretted this whole plan. He wasn't going to pull anything too serious, but he felt guilty anyway. "I'm sorry," He murmured, beginning to back away from her.
She bit her lip, her face curious. "For what?"
"I didn't mean to push," He said solemnly.
Clare's face brightened with a smile. She trailed her fingers lightly up his clothed stomach, causing him to shiver, before she gripped the collar of his shirt.
Grinning wickedly, she pulled him flush against her body. He groaned at the contact. She stood on her toes, reaching her mouth to his ear. She let out a few shaky breaths right in his ear, noticing him go weak at the feeling, then nibbled on his ear lobe lightly. He let out a quiet moan, biting his lip in restraint.
"Don't be," She breathed seductively. "Don't be sorry."
Eli paused, unsure, wondering what happened to the genius plan-making Eli from earlier.
Clare smiled at his hesitance and, using it to her advantage, flipped them around so that Eli was against the wall. She grinned devilishly.
Eli smirked, regaining his senses. "My, oh my, Clare Edwards," He said approvingly.
Before he could finish his thought though, Clare had gripped his hips in her hands and grinded her hips against his. He bit his lip, trying to hold in his pleasure.
She was thrilled with the response, but wanted more. She kept grinding against him, locking her eyes with his lusty ones.
It wasn't long before she felt the fire building in her lower abdomen. "Ohhh," She moaned lowly in Eli's ear.
That was all it took for him. He growled, flipping them back to their earlier position and pinning her to the wall. "Ah," She cried out as his hips came in contact with hers. Eli grinded her into the wall more fiercely than before.
"Eli," She moaned. "Please."
"Please what?" He growled, not ceasing his movements.
"Oh!" She cried out, throwing her head back. "Upstairs. Now." She commanded.
He gripped her thighs as she hoisted them around his waist and quickly climbed the stairs to his now clean bedroom. She sucked the soft skin of his neck all the way up, and before she could even realize what happened, her back was on the bed and Eli was on top of her.
She quickly gripped at the hem of his shirt ripping it off and throwing it across the room. He touched the hem of hers lightly as the kissed, then pulled away searching her eyes for the okay to take it off. She nodded her head hesitantly.
He pulled it off, gazing at her. Her beautiful, pale skin, covered by a black lace bra. He lowered his head slowly, kissing her chest.
He kissed slowly down her soft stomach until her reached the hem of her jeans, playing absentmindedly with the button of them as his tongue circled her belly button.
He brought his hand down to her thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb. She felt like she was on fire.
"Eli," She murmured. "These. Off." She tugged at the belt-loop of his jeans. As he took his off, she unbuttoned hers and began pulling them off. Eli pushed her hands away, pulling them down the rest of the way slowly. Her hips bucked involuntarily.
Eli smirked. "What do you want, Clare?" He asked huskily, kissing along her panty line.
Her hips bucked again.
"Please, just… something," She breathed.
He slowly kissed the wet spot on her underwear, then blew on it lightly. She squirmed. "Eliiii," She whined.
He finally pulled her underwear down her body. Her legs fell closed quickly and Eli laughed softly. "It's okay," He soothed, pulling them back apart. "Trust me."
She nodded, suddenly nervous, and looked to the ceiling. She felt a light butterfly kiss on her left thigh, then her right…
"Uhn!" She moaned. His tongue stroked lightly against her center. He slid it in lightly a few times before going faster.
Clare cried out, her hips bucking up in time with his tongue.
Eli smirked against her. Note to self: You owe Declan BIG TIME.
They lay there together, Clare nestled into Eli's side, both still breathing heavily.
"Wow," Clare sighed, smiling. Eli smiled, nodding in agreement.
"And here I always thought you were 'Saint Clare,'" Eli teased lightheartedly.
Clare looked up at him, sticking her tongue out. "We didn't have sex, therefore, I didn't go against anything," She pointed out. "And people can surprise you, you know," She stated, matter-of-factly.
"Yeah," He agreed, smiling. "They sure can."