A/N: Okay! It's official. I've decided to make this a series of one-shots. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Your support means a lot. Not every one-shot will be M rated and not all of them will have smut…but this one does. Let me know if you like the smut or if it's too much.

The one-shots are all connected (part of the same story), they just don't go in chronological order.

Also, the lyrics in italics belong to the song "Touch Me" from Spring Awakening. Such inspiration that show brings!

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Touch Me

Clare stood against the wall in the dark hallway, her breathing loud in the silence. She huddled as far into the corner as she could, willing herself to disappear so that she wouldn't be seen. It wasn't like her to be so sneaky, but Clare was feeling less and less like herself lately. When Degrassi became more like a prison than a school, part of Clare exploded in rebellion and it affected all aspects of her life. That, coupled with her parents' constant bickering, caused Clare to look at things differently.

When her sister, Darcy, still lived at home, she would tell Clare about how she would try to close her mind off when things got to be too much. It was a technique she learned in therapy. Darcy said that she would put herself somewhere safe in her mind and everything else just went away. At the time, Clare thought she was crazy, but now she was using that technique every day.

Only, it didn't work like Darcy said it did. Sure, Clare was able to, mostly, block out the sounds of her parents screaming at one another. But Darcy never said anything about what happened while she was away in her own mind. For Clare, it was her and Eli. In her mind, they would hold hands, kiss, touch, and so much more. In this secret place in her mind, Clare explored all of Eli's body. She started to become aroused in the real world and explored her own body for the first real time. After that, all Clare could think about was Eli's hands on her body, pleasing her.

Where I go, when I go there,

No more memory anymore.

Only men on distant ships

The women with them, swimming with them

To shore.

Clare strained her ears to listen for footsteps. She bit her lip and considered giving up and going back to class when she heard someone coming. She froze, watching down the hall, praying it wasn't a janitor or teacher. She saw Eli's familiar form and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Eli saw her and smiled a half-smirk before heading towards her.

"Hey, Blue Eyes," he murmured, not wanting to be too loud.

Clare smiled at him, her eyes sparkling even in the dark. "Hey. Took you long enough."

"Sorry," he offered. She wanted to know how he got out of class, but was afraid of the answer.

Eli's brow furrowed with sweet concern now. "Are you all right?" He touched her upper arm gently.

She sighed. "Yeah, I'm all right." She smiled sadly. Her parents fought all night the night before and Clare could tell that she looked tired. She wasn't able to sleep, so she texted Eli and they came up with the plan to meet today.

"Did you get the key?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

She pulled a key connected to a lanyard from out of her pocket.

"I don't know if this is such a good idea. Ms. Dawes—" she started, but was interrupted by Eli,

"Gave you that key because she trusts you."

"And I'm totally taking advantage of that."

Eli let his head fall back a bit before bringing it back up. "Come on, Clare." He moved closer to her and their proximity immediately made her feel heated. He brought up his right hand and slowly trailed it down her arm, his fingertips barely touching her, causing goosebumps to appear all over her.

Clare closed her eyes and sighed softly, wanting to fall under his spell, but she knew this wasn't the place for that. "All right."

She turned around and went towards the door that she knew belonged to an unused classroom that the janitors used as storage. She took the key that Ms. Dawes gave her and unlocked the door. Eli stepped up behind her, his body too close and clouding her mind. Her eyes closed for a moment and she just felt with every nerve of her body. He put his lips to her exposed neck and trailed soft kisses up towards her ear.

Clare smiled wide and shook her head, coming out of her entranced state.

"Be good."

She could feel Eli smile against her neck and then pull away. "Yes ma'am."

When she opened the door, they found the room mostly filled with unnecessary tables and desks. Against one wall, covering the blackboard, were a row of what Clare assumed were supply closets. She shut the door after Eli walked into the room, re-locked it, and then slid the key back into her pocket.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked.

Clare went to an already opened cabinet and opened the door wider, looking inside.

"I don't know what there is to say," she said softly. She closed the cabinet doors but didn't turn to look at him. "I think they started fighting around six last night and it seriously didn't stop until two this morning. I tried to shut them out and when I did, all I could think about was you."

She turned to look at him and he stared back at her with a smoldering look.

"I thought about you…and how I needed your kiss…and your touch." She walked towards him slowly as she spoke.

"This 'zero PDA at school' policy is killing me," he groaned. She could see him struggle with the fact that he wanted to let her take control, but also that he was dying to hold her. She bit her lip, slightly seductively, and watched as he moved closer, making his decision. Clare took in a deep breath and closed her eyes, just wanting to feel.

Where I go, when I go there,

No more whispering anymore.

Only hymns upon your lips

A mystic wisdom, rising with them,

To shore.

Eli pushed Clare against the wall with his body, having managed to find a space between two rows of stacked desks, using surprising force. She gasped as her back hit the concrete and she looked up into his emerald eyes, her own containing a mix of fear and lust. Eli's hands rested on either side of her head against the wall and he took a step closer to her. With all of the new rules Principal Simpson had promised came a strict No PDA rule. Clare hadn't realized how much Eli's little touches in school meant until she couldn't have them anymore. With her parents going through a separation, along with all of the other pressures in her life, Clare barely had time out of school for Eli. They came up with the plan to meet in an empty classroom after Ms. Dawes, without Principal Simpson's permission, gave Clare a skeleton key of sorts, trusting her to use it responsibly. She had never thought to use the key in any other way, but Eli convinced her otherwise by constantly putting their bodies in compromising positions when no one was looking, but when they still couldn't do anything about it. She felt a wave of guilt come over her, but she pushed it away as she took in a deep breath.

At this closeness, Clare could easily smell Eli's clean scent—no heavy cologne or anything offensive—just perfectly clean. He breathed heavily a few times, looking back and forth between her blue eyes before leaning in and crushing his lips to hers. Clare closed her eyes and fought to match the pace his lips were keeping on hers. The kiss was hard, harder than what she was used to, but exactly what she needed. She was much more of a sexual being than she ever thought possible, causing her to explore things—specifically Eli's body—with a curiosity that she never knew she had.

Eli put his hands on Clare's shoulders and slowly trailed them down her arms, finally resting them at her hips. He pulled on them, pressing their bodies closer together. Clare reached up and put her hands at Eli's neck, pushing them forward so that her fingers rested in the hair that lay at his neck. His tongue traced a line on her bottom lip and Clare didn't hesitate to open her mouth to him, letting their tongues meet for the first time in what felt like forever. Eli let a moan escape his lips and vibrate against Clare's, causing butterflies to wildly fly through her stomach. He took her bottom lip into his mouth and sucked gently before biting it, surprising her and making her jump. She could feel a crimson blush creep through her cheeks as she looked at him.

Eli widened his eyes slightly and looked apologetic. "I'm sorry, Clare. I didn't mean to hurt you."

She shook her head and smiled bashfully now. "You didn't. It just…surprised me."

He half-smiled and leaned in again. She could feel caution in his kiss and she let out an involuntary groan, wanting to feel him bruise her lips again. Hearing the groan was the only motivation Eli needed. He pulled her close again, using the wall for support and kissed her hard.

They broke away for air. Clare panted loudly in the dark, but Eli moved his lips to her neck, trailing wet kisses up and down it. He attached his mouth to the spot where her neck met her shoulders and sucked gently, careful not to leave a mark on her. Clare didn't think. Her mind was too clouded. She just let herself react.

"Touch me."

Eli continued to kiss on her neck as if he hadn't heard her.

"Touch me," she said again, emphasizing her need with her voice.

She felt him hesitate briefly before continuing to kiss on her neck, moving up towards her ear. One hand moved from her back towards the front, moving upward at the same time. He gently placed his hand on her breast through her purple uniform polo and gave it a small squeeze. They moaned in unison and Clare felt herself blush again. He squeezed it again and again until Clare was no longer satisfied with such little contact. She slowly pushed him back and looked into his eyes. With a newfound confidence, she reached down and un-tucked her polo, pulling it over her head and resting it on a nearby desk. She could see his shoulders rise with each quick breath that he took. She just smiled and pulled him close again.

Eli did not hesitate this time. He kissed her on the lips and put his hand to her breast again, squeezing it. He let his thumb run across the bare skin on the top of her breast where her bra didn't cover. His thumb dipped in and ran gently across her nipple, causing her to moan. He did it again, smiling against her lips. Clare's face felt hot, but she did not want Eli to stop touching her this way—she only wanted more. As if he could hear her thoughts, Eli pulled the right side of her bra down, exposing her nipple to the cool air in the classroom. He pulled his lips from hers and looked into her eyes for a moment before leaning down and kissing on her chest. He kissed lower until her reached her nipple, sticking his tongue out to flick it when he did. Clare whimpered and put her head back against the wall, her eyes closed.

"Eli," she moaned, shaking her head slightly. But Clare didn't want him to stop. She just wanted him to quit teasing her. He licked her nipple again before putting it into his mouth and sucking on it. He kissed back up to her mouth and rolled his thumb over her nipple a few times. Eli pushed his body against hers and she could feel that he was hard against her thigh. Without thinking, she ground his body against his. He gasped against her lips, opening his eyes wide.

Where I go, when I go there,

No more shadows anymore.

Only men with golden fins

The rhythm in them, rocking with them,

To shore.

Clare thrust herself against Eli again, enjoying getting that reaction out of him. He reached down and put his fingers against her. When she rubbed up against his fingers, she could feel them brush up against her clit through the fabric. Now her eyes were wide as she felt that pleasure, wanting much more of it. Eli turned his hand, cupping it to her sex, moving his fingers gently against it. She felt his eyes on her before she felt him undo her pants. With her good judgment clouded, she allowed him to do this. He reached into her pants and felt her through her underwear. Clare blushed, knowing he could feel how wet she was. But he didn't seem to mind. He moved his fingers against her in slow circles, his eyes on her face, watching her. She bit her lip and tried her best to control the faces she was making. But his fingers were agonizing on her. She opened her eyes and looked into his, finding question in them. She furrowed her brow a bit before feeling him slip his fingers into her modest panties.

Clare widened her eyes and her shallow breathing made her slightly light-headed. Eli's lower lip went between his teeth as he felt her, fingers to bare flesh. He ran his middle finger up and down her slit before stopping at her clit. He expertly rubbed circles around it, still watching her reactions.

"You're so beautiful, Clare. Fuck."

Clare could only moan in response. She felt her blood coming to a boil, all of her nerves hyper-sensitive. It was a feeling she had become used to only recently, when she would go to that special place in her mind. Clare never thought of touching herself until the "vibrator situation" with Alli. And she never actually touched herself with purpose until she met Eli.

Moments later, she felt her body tense up. Eli must have felt it, too. He put his middle finger inside of her, thrusting in and out, and continued to rub her clit with his thumb. He pushed himself against her, supporting her body between himself in the wall. Clare came more quickly than she expected and moaned Eli's name over and over as she did. She rested her head on his shoulder and took a few moments to recompose herself. Eli pulled his hand out and fixed Clare's pants. He put his lips to her neck and kissed her sweetly now.

Clare opened her eyes to look at him and he looked back with his green ones, a slight mischievous look in them. She blushed and kissed his lips.

"That was—," she started, but stopped when he nodded.

"I know." He smiled wide now and Clare found it extremely cocky. He hugged her close and she could feel him against her again, hard on her thigh. She pulled from him slightly and looked at his face before reaching down and grabbing him carefully though his pants. Eli looked at her with wide eyes and it was her chance to smile playfully. She turned their bodies so that Eli's back was now against the wall. She had never seen him look so…small, surprised. He looked almost innocent. But Clare knew better. She didn't waste any time undoing Eli's belt buckle and unzipping his pants.

Clare stopped just short of reaching into Eli's underwear. She swallowed hard and the weight of her decisions caught up with her, her conscience starting to come back into control. She took a step backwards and looked at Eli's face. His head was back against the wall, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open. When he realized that nothing was happening, he lifted his head and looked at her, his brow furrowed cutely.

"A-…are you o-ok?" he stuttered, trying to calm his breathing.

Clare nodded, a small smiled reforming on her face.

Where I go, when I go there,

No more weeping anymore.

Only in and out your lips

The broken wishes, washing with them,

To shore.

Clare reached in and wrapped her hands around Eli's cock, really feeling it for the first time. He gasped and she relished in the sound, wanting to hear him make the sound again. She touched him experimentally, loving the way it made his body move beneath her touch. His hand came up to grip her arm and she knew he was close. When Eli came, his knees buckled beneath him and he slid to the ground. Clare went with him, wiping her hand on the wall behind them.

It was a few moments before Eli really moved again. He fixed his pants, not bothering to tuck his shirt in, then rested his head on Clare's bare shoulder. Another minute later, he pulled back and kissed her sweetly on the lips.

"Thank you," he murmured against them, causing her to blush.

"We should get back to class."

Eli didn't protest and kissed her again. He got up and helped her up, retrieving her shirt and handing it to her. He smiled wide as he watched her put it back on.

"I drive you all kinds of crazy, don't I?" he asked.

Clare narrowed her eyes, but knew he was right. She could feel that her lips were swollen and her hair was a mess. She tucked in her shirt and watched as he did the same.

"Come on, Elijah. Let's get out of here before we get caught."

She unlocked the door and Eli stopped her before she could open it. He put his hands on her hips and kissed her passionately, fogging up her mind again. Before she could really react, he pulled away, a smug smile on his face.

"See you after school, Edwards."

He left, leaving her gasping for breath.

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Thanks for reading! I am more than open to suggestions or requests. If it fits, then I would be more than happy to write it for you. If it doesn't I can make it a one-shot that stands by itself. Thanks again and don't forget to leave a review!

~EB