And here you go! Chapter two! I just finished Teach Me Take Me and am SO HAPPY with the way it ended and with how many people enjoyed it! Thank you all who have stuck with me through all of my stories! Hopefully you will all like this one! I was inspired by my Thanksgiving, believe it or not...but this didn't come to me until just now. At any rate I hope you all ENJOY!

Have you ever had alcohol? A drink, no matter how small? It's funny. You see, normally I would never have ever considered having a drink, let alone one around Eli…but I was over his house yesterday and…well, like I've said, Eli is very persuasive.

I was sitting on the couch in his basement, taking in the pool table, rack of pool sticks against the wall, flat screen TV, dart board, and refrigerator. He had music playing in the background, some indie-rock that I was surprised he even listened to. He'd gotten up to get me a drink, but he was taking a long time, longer than he should have. "Eli?" I called. I was about to turn around when a cup with what looked like orange juice floated in my vision, held by a hand connected to an arm from behind me. "What is this?"

Eli's voice crooned in my ear. "Just drink it."

I'm not an idiot. I know when Eli's trying to get me to do something I normally wouldn't do. So I said something about his evasive attitude.

"Tell me what it is."

"Mimosa."

"Virgin?"

His breath fanned against my neck as he chuckled. "No, I'm not. And, ever since I deflowered you at that abandoned church, neither are you."

That was not funny and not entirely accurate. We made out and fooled around some, but we didn't have sex. The deflowering came later, after the rainstorm at his house….what a night.

"Why did you put alcohol in my drink, Eli? Trying to get me drunk so you can get lucky?"

I felt him smirk against my ear. "I don't have to get you drunk to get lucky, Clare, and we both know that."

I scoffed and turned away from him, still feeling the blush grazing my cheeks. "I don't want any alcohol, Eli."

His lips kissed my neck persistently, oblivious to my protests. "Just one drink, Clare."

I shook my head. "Not going to happen."

He tried harder, his free hand joining the mix, pushing my hair behind my shoulder and twining in the roots, pulling and tugging with the pressure in his lips, making me lose my resolve bit by bit.

"Mm, Eli…no…uhm…oh….no…come on don't do this." I sounded pathetic, but I couldn't muster up anything other than that while he was doing what he was doing.

He nipped at my ear. "Do what?" he asked, his voice husky and deep. I felt my eyes droop at the passion and need in his voice.

"This…what you're…Oh!...doing."

Eli continued to kiss me. Somehow, without my knowing, he'd put the drink down on the table. I only knew that because his other hand started to trail up my arm, sending my flesh rising in goose bumps. It stopped at my neck, opposite his lips, and traced patterns lightly over my skin, flowing from below my ear to the base of my neck. "Eli…not….fair."

I was giving up. I could feel my body reacting to him, giving in to his every whim. And he could sense I was close to my breaking point. The hand that was in my hair receded and came back with the drink, pressing the edge of the glass cup to my lips. I parted them to receive the concoction and nearly chocked as the Champaign and orange juice slid down my throat. Eli pulled back and hopped the back of the couch, turning my head to him as he took a long drag of the drink.

I wiped my mouth and shook my head at him. "You'll be the death of me yet," I complained. Eli just smirked triumphantly. "Wipe that smirk off your face, it's not funny."

Eli raised an eyebrow. "Make me."

I sighed because he always challenged me and jumped him, knocking the drink to the floor. He was beneath me, my lips on his, before he had a chance to object. I kissed him, long and deep, and worked the buttons on his shirt apart, ripping his flannel lumberjack shirt open and exposing his white chest. My lips trailed down his neck to explore the plains of his exposed skin.

His hands were in my hair again, tugging at the roots, trying to pull me back up to his lips, but I refused, sticking to his chest. I pulled back to look at him, taking in the chiseled plains of his chest, the newly defined abs. I smiled, knowing he must have been working out more. That, or all of our…ahem…activity…was good for his body. I got the sudden urge to touch his abs, to kiss them. I leaned down and licked the length of his abdomen, feeling his muscles contract under my lips. I smirked against his skin at the moan that passed through his lips.

"Clare," he groaned out. I smirked and slid up his body, caressing his lips in a light, barely-there kiss. His lips parted silently under mine, but I pulled back completely, separating my body from his, slipping up the stairs, past the kitchen, up more stairs to his room.

I was asking for it, I'll admit. But after the attention Eli gave to me earlier…so sue me. I waited for him until he got to the room and then…well…you know what happened. I don't need to tell you. But what I do need to tell you is that Eli is extremely good with his hands. I know I've said it before, but seriously…no lie…I'll have to tell you about it…next time.

Well at least you know what's going to be up next ;)

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Em =]