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"E-Eli...please..." Clare muttered, running her hand through his hair. "But I like to tease you, Clare-bear. It's...sensual." she smacked his chest, rolling over onto her side. She could tell he was smirking; that smug look forever plastered on his face. His chiseled, gorgeous face...

"Clare, I know I'm dreamy, but we should probably get up." Eli announced smugly, earning another smack from Clare. "Jeez, woman! Didn't know you were so abusive." Clare groaned, pulling the sheets off her body. Eli laughed to himself, covering his face with his hands. He was exceptionally tired, seeing as he'd been with Clare all night. He had to watch her every move, take in every single thing she did; capture everything she did in his memory, storing it away like a picture in a photo album.

He had some very interesting memories from last night...

"Eli...I want to." she'd whispered in his ear, sending a shockwave down his spinal cord. From there on it was all a blur. He remembered certain parts, of course. The way she kissed him back was passionate and almost desperate, begging him to take her. And that he did. She cried, but only for a moment until she'd adjusted. Clare took it from there, her small screams threatening to turn Eli into a madman (Although he was on the brink of going insane just by being with her, making love to her).

Afterwards, Clare had fallen asleep, her body pressed against Eli's urgently. He'd taken care of her, treated her like a princess. As he stroked her hair as her breathing slowed, he was in his own heaven; on a high that he didn't ever want to end. That's when his eyes drifted shut, and he fell asleep with the girl he was so very in love with.

Clare let the warm water run over her body, cleaning the light layer of sweat that had coated her from the previous night. Oh, the memories. They flooded back like a dam bursting, making her blush a deep red. She didn't really know why she was a little embarrased; Eli had seen her, all of her, and not complained. "Clare, you're beautiful..." had fallen so perfectly from his lips, soon silencing a reply from her with a kiss. There wasn't really an accurate word for what happened. She was glowing, inside and out, and there wasn't any hiding it.

Clare belonged to Eli, and she wouldn't want it any other way.

She reached up to turn off the shower, wrapping a towel around her body and hair. She sighed, realizing she'd left her clothes in her bedroom; where Eli happened to be. After a few moments contemplating the situation, she decided to get them out of her bedroom, and change in the bathroom.

Eli's jaw almost dropped as Clare stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel. 'Bad idea, bad idea' Clare thought, wanting to run back into the bathroom. But she'd already gotten out, and it'd possibly more mortifying to cowardly run back inside. So she mustered some confidence, and walked over to her closet. Eli regained his composure, and stood up, walking behind Clare. She knew he was there, making her squirm. "Eli, you're not good at sneaking up on me." she stated, almost teasingly.

He shrugged, wrapping his arms around her towel-clad waist. "Hm, vanilla shampoo." he whispered, slowly taking the towel from her head. Her hair fell down, wet curls framing her face. She looked over at him, flashing him a sarcastic smile. He had to resist the urge to throw her onto the bed and take her repeatedly; instead tossing the towel onto the ground. Clare's breathing hitched as it fell, but she soon snapped out of her trance as she felt Eli pull her closer. "E-Eli...I have to get dressed." she stammered, mentally kicking herself.

"Says who?" he breathed out, licking her earlobe lightly.

Clare bit onto her lip, weighing each situation. Her parents could come home soon, and she didn't think they'd like it much if they walked in on their daughter and her boyfriend going at it. "Sorry, but I do. Not that I wouldn't love a replay of last night, " she blushed, he smirked, "but my parents could come back."

Eli nodded, reluctantly letting her go. He felt a little empty, the proximity from her almost agonizing. He decided he should get dressed too, vowing to take a shower when he arrived home. He slipped on his gray V-neck, grabbing his jeans from the computer desk chair. Besides, he didn't really want to cleanse himself of the memories with Clare. Eli had gotten so lost in his thoughts, the bathroom door closing made him jump slightly; he fell to the ground, his jeans wrapped around his ankles. A groan escaped his lips, and he pulled them on before standing up.

Clare fixed her shirt as she heard a thud, followed by a groan, from the other side of the door. A little concern played on her face, but it disappeared as she fixed her hair.

Her hand slid around the doorknob, opening it and walking into her room. She stopped in her tracks when she came in contact with a hard body; Eli standing in her way. "Must you stalk me?" she teased, kissing his cheek. He contemplated it for a moment before nodding, walking away to grab his shoes and jacket. Clare made her way downstairs, checking the notes left on the table by her parents. Surprisingly, both said they'd be back around 7 o'clock, after they both arrived home from work. Clare smiled a little to herself, walking into the kitchen to make breakfast.

Wow! Over 1,000 words.

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