A/N: Thanks for the reviews on chapter one guys: D I have a feeling with this chapter you might only be focused on the ending of this part once it's time to review- but please consider your whole chapter in the review okay? I wanna know what you thought of everything, it helps me become a better writer: )thanks guys!
"Clare, let me help you."
"No it's fine, I've got it."
"Clare really I-…"
BEEP BEEP BEEP!
"Crap! Aw I'm sorry Eli!"
I chuckled at my distressed girlfriend as I fanned the smoke detector with a towel.
"It's okay Edwards; just let me help you next time, alright?"
She set down her spoon, giving up, and sat down at the table with her head in her hands.
"I can't believe that I can't even make spaghetti." She said, clearly embarrassed.
I sat down next to her and put my arm around her. "Why do you like to cook again?"
I meant it as a joke but she glared at me. "Very funny Eli. C'mon, I'm not that bad of a cook, I was doing fine up until I left it on the burner too long."
I nodded and smirked. "Of course you're not a bad cook Clare. Just not as good as me."
She smacked me on the back of my head and gave me a look. I just laughed.
"Oh Clare, I thought you'd be used to my superiority in everything by now."
"Could you be more smug?"
"Absolutely!"
She stood up and walked back over to the stove, handing me her stirring spoon.
"Fine then. You make the most mouth watering thing I've ever seen and I'll-"
"Ah Clare, that's impossible! You've looked in a mirror before."
I smirked as she blushed at my ridiculous pick up line that I just couldn't resist saying.
"Why thank you." She murmured quietly, not meeting my eyes.
I smiled and tilted her chin up to turn her face back toward mine. I leaned into kiss her-
"Nuh-uh-uh. Not until the bet is over."
I raised an eyebrow. "Bet?"
She nodded and crossed her arms. "That's right. You make the best spaghetti in the whole WORLD, and if you fail, you have to tell our entire English class tomorrow that I'm better than you."
I wrinkled my nose. "No way!" I said, laughing.
She let out a big fake sigh and walked back over to the table where her bag was sitting.
"Fine…"
She opened her bag.
"So I guess you're not interested in what I'll have to do if YOU win the bet?"
My eyebrows shot up. This is getting interesting.
"What will you have to do when I when the bet Clare?"
She made a face and pulled a lacy black nightgown out of her bag.
"IF you win…I'll wear this for the rest of the night."
My jaw dropped. I have never seen something in Clare that revealing and that…downright sexy. I'm shocked she even proposed it…
"Deal."
She laughed and rolled her eyes.
"Fine then. Get to work Goldsworthy." She gestured toward the stove.
I was about to finish making the sauce when I had a thought and turned back around to face her.
"Hey…how do I know you won't lie and say it's not the best you've ever tasted, when you know it will be?"
"Because Eli…." She drawled, walking up to me and putting her arms around my neck.
"I'm not afraid to hold up my side of the bet."
My breathing was uneven as Clare's body brushed against mine, her eyes peering into mine seductively.
"Oh really?" I murmured weakly.
She nodded. "Why…should I be afraid to wear that nightgown?"
She backed up from me and gestured to her body. Her perfect, PERFECT body…
"No."
She smiled. "Okay then." She went to sit back down.
I'm so distracted now that I don't even know how I'm going to finish cooking…
But on the bright side, these jeans definitely aren't too big anymore.
-xxx-
"So what do you think?" I asked after spoon feeding Clare a bite of my spaghetti.
Her eyes widened and she made a noise of pleasure. I smirked in satisfaction.
"Told you so."
"I shouldn't have doubted you." She said distractedly while she began twirling bigger bites around her fork.
I laughed and let her eat like that for another minute before I decided that it wasn't romantic enough.
I took her fork from her and wrapped some more spaghetti around it. Then held it in front of her mouth as she raised her eyebrows.
"Eli…you're not going to feed me."
"Why not?" I whined, grinning at her expression.
She sighed and opened her mouth. She slurped the spaghetti off my fork and I went to get her more.
"What would Adam say if he saw you doing this?"
I laughed and gave her another spoonful before she could threaten me.
After sharing a big plate of spaghetti-and a super cheesy spaghetti noodle kiss (at least it had tongue)- we went up to my bedroom.
I set her bag down on my floor (that's actually visible now), and sat down on my bed.
"I guess I'll go to the bathroom and…put this on." She said shyly. I nodded and handed her the nightgown.
"I'll change too." I added, figuring we probably weren't going to be leaving my bedroom for the rest of the night.
"Oh…what do you usually sleep in?"
"My boxers…." I said casually, then realized she might be uncomfortable with it. "But I can wear a t-shirt too."
"No that's fine Eli, really."
"You sure?"
She rolled her eyes. "Eli, I'm about to put on a Victoria's Secret…I'm not even sure if this thing qualifies as a nightgown, and you think I care if you sleep in your boxers?"
She smirked and left for the bathroom.
I'm starting to think that tonight we'll be going a little farther than I dared hope….ugh, okay, time to get out of these skinny jeans.
A few minutes later she came back from the bathroom.
"Well…?" She gestured to herself and looked at me, timidly awaiting my reaction.
"Clare…"
She looked amazing. Downright…delectable, devourable. I wanted to kiss her all over.
"Is it too much…?" She asked meekly.
Too much fabric? Yes, but I knew what she meant.
"No, not at all. Clare you look gorgeous in that. Remind me to thank my mom for signing me up for those summer cooking classes."
She laughed and moved to sit on my bed.
I rolled down the covers for her and we slid in next to each other.
I turned off my main lights and left only my bedside lamp on, but Clare looked phenomenal in the dim glow.
"So…now what?"
She grinned sheepishly and shifted her body closer to mine, wrapping her arms around my neck.
I met her lips with fervor, opening my mouth almost immediately. Clare ran her hands all over my bare chest and I shivered at the touch of her soft fingertips.
I knotted my fingers in her curly hair and thrust my tongue into her mouth with a force I hadn't before. Maybe it's the fact that we're barely wearing anything, but I can hardly control myself.
Clare let out a quiet moan as she pulled away to breathe. I took the opportunity to trail my lips from her ear down to her neck, and I let my tongue touch her skin.
I'd kissed her neck before, but never sucked on it really. I lapped on her skin cautiously, giving her a chance to stop me but she didn't. I took the soft skin of her lower neck in between my teeth and began to suck, still tracing it with my tongue.
"Uh…"
I sank my teeth in a little and Clare quivered in my arms, letting out soft moans as I gave her a hickey.
"Eli…"
When she said my name I couldn't handle it any more, and I brought my lips back up to hers.
It seemed that she couldn't handle it anymore either because she bit down on my lip and began to suck as she pushed me down onto my back, crawling on top of me as our tongues battled with purpose.
I had to pull away to breathe that time and I looked at Clare's flushed face, her lust filled eyes…
"Eli…that felt so good."
I nodded and grinned, moaning a little.
"Can we…" She blushed farther and looked away. My eyebrows furrowed and I sat up, taking her with me and grabbing her hands in my own.
"Can we what Clare?" I asked, turning her face back to mine.
She looked down as she spoke her next sentence. "Can we go a little farther tonight?"
I nodded immediately but then thought it would be better if I kept my composure. "Sure Clare…what do you wanna do?"
She gave my hands a squeeze and then let go of them, moving her hands up to the straps of her nightgown.
She began slowly sliding them down her shoulders.
"Clare, you're sure you're comfortable with this?" I managed to croak out.
As much as I want that sexy nightgown to disappear, I know how inexperienced Clare is…how nervous she must be. I have to make sure she feels okay with everything we do.
She nodded but still wouldn't meet my eyes.
She dropped the straps down her arms and revealed herself to me.
I had to keep myself from drooling at her bare breasts, but believe me was it hard.
Pun intended.
She looked so stunning, her naked, pale chest practically gleaming in the lighting.
"Clare…you're beautiful." I whispered, leaning closer to her.
I kissed her lightly on the cheek and she shivered. Her chest was falling rapidly with her breath and it brushed against mine, making me shiver as well.
"Eli…t-touch me?" She asked.
I didn't need to be told twice.
I put my hands on her breasts and started massaging them gently.
She made a noise and I looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed.
"Clare…will you look at me?" She didn't open her eyes and I frowned, confused.
"Clare?"
She made a noise again, that I now noticed was one of distress, and she removed my hands from her.
She slid her nightgown straps back up her shoulders hastily and threw her arms around her chest.
I stared at her, completely stunned.
She burst into tears.
"Eli…I…I'm sorry."