A/N: Thank you for all the story alerts! And of course the reviews too...it really makes my day when I check my inbox to find reviews in there. Not too sure how many more chapter's there will be when I get inspired I guess which I have a thought kicking around in my head. Who knows how long that will take to pump out. Enough about that. On with the story!

I don't own this, really cause do you think I would be scared to watch the new episodes if I owned it?

"Stop, we need to stop" Eli pulled his mouth away from hers and this time stopped touching her all together with his mouth, his hands betrayed him as they remained on her hips but it's a small victory that he was able to stop.

"I'm not ready to stop" she tried pulling his head closer to hers but he hugged her instead, try to kiss him now when his head was resting on her shoulder, he was sure Clare would find a way but for now he had to win.

"Clare your mother is in the kitchen and I'm ready to start removing clothing so we're stopping" he let out a loud hiss when she rocked against him, if she kept it up he'd be eating dinner in jizz filled pants.

Not his idea of fun.

"You want to remove my clothes?" she asked giddy, she'd been wanting this since when he wished they were alone two weeks ago.

"You know I do, so stop this, we have to stop" he grabbed her wrists in his hands and tried looking her in the eyes to let her know he was serious but it was no use.

Clare always got what she wanted.

Clare reluctantly swung her leg over him to the position she was in before sitting on the floor beside him, remaining silent she reached for her glass of water taking a sip before her eyes widen and he just had to speak.

"I don't like that look" his eyes watched her movements and he really should have moved but it was a little hard to move quickly in his predicament and he felt the water before he could even comprehend what she did.

"Oh silly me, Eli I'm soo sorry here come with me let me help you" she stood up waiting for him to grab her hand against his better judgement he took it, letting her help him up and he should have resisted her when he felt her pulling him deeper into the house, farther away Helen.

Farther away from innocent territory.

He could just see it now he'd have his pants around his ankles and Clare hoisted up on some available space when Helen would catch them and he'd be taken out by his ear all the while struggling not to trip on the pants that remained at his ankles.

"Whatever you have planned, forget it"

"I've got nothing planned" she turned her head just slightly enough to see the smirk plastered on her face and winked as she walked to the closet bathroom and quite conveniently locked them in.

He wouldn't be allowed back.

"Clare normally I'd be encouraging this behaviour but your mom…"

"Will knock on the door and I'll explain what happened as innocently as I can" she winked as she pushed him up the door and slide herself up dangerously close against his body, he was sure she could feel the tent he had but right now that was the least of his worries.

"Let's remove those wet pants of yours" she said into his ear as her fingers made swift work of his belt and landed on the floor with a thud, Clare stilled her movements for a moment to see if her mother would come running but she hadn't so she continued, her hands unbuttoned and slide down his zipper before Eli could even take a breath.

"I..um…we…should…ya" he didn't have a full sentences in his vocabulary as Clare's fingers were dangerously close to his manhood and he was dangerously close to losing it.

"Oh look your boxers are wet too, wouldn't want you to catch a cold these need to come off" he had a enough common sense left to stop her hands on the waistband.

"No"

"Eli please? I just need…"

"Clare are you wet?"

"Ugh!" but she nodded and hung her head in defeat. He let go of her hands to encircle her waist and held her arms-length away he never thought they'd have the sex talk in her downstairs bathroom and he was pant less but it had to happen.

"My guess is you liked what I did at the party and too afraid to ask me to do it again?" he lowered his head to look her in her eyes, she bit her lip and nodded again. He swallowed while contemplating what he's about to say and he was about to get himself kicked out of her house for sure but his girlfriend was in need of some sexual healing and who was he to not oblige?

"How long does it take for your mom's herb chicken to cook?" he asked quietly planning what he was about to do, he didn't want her first time of him going down on her in her bathroom and he'd already fingered her so he thought of the next best thing that would help ease him pain.

"45 minutes that's even if the chicken was thawed then maybe an hourish" she spoke in hushed whispers wondering where he was going with this.

He was doing mental math but figured he would say it out loud for her to hear.

"Okay so we've wasted about 2o minutes already okay it's doable"

"What's doable?"

"You are but there's not enough time for that" he swore he saw her frown but they were wasting time and he needed to relieve something too.

"Come on hop up" he walked her backwards to the sink and helped her hoist herself up, legs open and he stepped in between them until he was touching her centre with his aching problem and he heard a low groan come from the back of her throat.

"Thrust against me when I'm up against you kay?" her eyes fell closed as her lip found its way in between her teeth. His hands found their way into her hair as he pulled her to him. His tongue mated with hers and he soon began thrusting against her, his tongue matching the rhythm with his lower half.

Her hands travelled slowly down reaching the waistband once again doing her best to keep up with his erratic pace, the saint in her would never do this but the sinner, wished for a bed, no clothes and no parents around so when he thrusted up against her, he would actually be in her.

She was going to hell.

Her fingers slid past the barrier and down grabbing his bare ass and squeezing pulling him closer and throwing him off his game.

"Kinky little minx" he said against her lips thank the lord she decided to wear one of her many skirts today and it being too hot to wear her normal tights with it had opted for bare legs. He suddenly pulled away with a devious glint in his eyes.

"Take them off" the shy Clare would blush ten different shades of red and look down asking what he meant. The bold Clare stared him straight in the eye while she removed her underwear throwing them on the ground. He pounced on her scooting he but almost off the sink fully, opening her wider and adding a hand to the mix as he thrust at an alarming speed, they were about to get caught.

He nearly came when he saw her unaware of her own hand reach up and cup her own breast and give it a good firm pinch. Why was it there were always the wrong people around when he desperately wanted to fuck her three ways from Tuesday and so hard that she wouldn't be walking for days? He'd never tell her this because to him that was pressuring her but she had to know how he felt when he was dry humping her in her bathroom only a few feet away from her mom. Didn't that count for something?

"Harder. I'm soo close" he gave her what she wanted on both accounts, his thrust pushed her against the faucet of the tap and his fingers pressed harder on her clit. She'd have a mark on her back for a while but it was a memory of something she did with her sexy boyfriend and she could always get him to kiss it better.

He was hitting the right spot over and over again, her eyes rolled back she was going to come and she was going to scream. The blood in her head was pounding so hard she barely registered the knocking on the door. Eyes widened in shock, she would never forget this for the rest of her life.

"Clare are you in there? Dinners ready" she bit Eli's shoulder as she came so hard, her toes curled her hips wouldn't stop bucking and she felt like it was never going to end. Eli jerked and squeezed her thighs as he came violently in his pants.

"Be right out" came out a lot airy and out of breath then it should have but it got the message across. She couldn't help but lick up the blood she drew from his shoulder, trying to catch her breath but to no avail.

He was eating dinner in jizz filled pants after all.