Title: Cooperation

Rating: M

Chapter: 6. Then He Kissed Me

Fandom: Degrassi: The Next Generation

Summary: Cooperation (noun): the process of working together to the same end.

Comments: "Then He Kissed Me" is sung by The Crystals.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the idea.

Clare was applying a layer of blush, the last of her makeup routine, when Drew came up behind her and kissed the side of her neck. She chuckled, setting the brush down, and turned around to face him. She hummed contently, pressing her lips against his. Drew tilted his head to the side, cupping each of her hips with his palms.

"Drew," she giggled, pulling her head back.

Drew whined, leaning in to kiss her again. "No. Kissing." He took her mouth with his again, stepping her into the bathroom counter. She pulled her head back as he lifted her onto the basin and moved between her legs. His mouth suctioned onto the side of her neck.

Clare moaned, tilting her head back. "Drew, we… have reservations," she tried to remind, but his mouth sucking on her skin felt so good. She whimpered when he gnawed at her pulse, making her shudder. "Drew. Drew." She slid her hands across his back and dug her nails against his spine. He growled against her neck and lifted his head. "Audra and Omar are already out. Helen and Glenn are on their way."

Drew rolled his eyes and stepped back away from his girlfriend. "Fine," he grumbled. "But I'd rather spend the night making out with you in bed."

"Noted." Clare jumped off the counter carefully, so she didn't disrupt her stitches. She turned back to the mirror and tilted her head to the side to examine her neck for any marks he may have left behind. She whined, touching a bruise forming on her neck, "Drew."

Drew smirked as he left the room before she could throw something at him. He went across the hall to the nursery to check on Aubree. Aubree was laying on the baby gym mat, staring up at the ceiling fan. Drew knelt down beside Aubree and placed a hand on her belly. "Hello Miss Aubree." She turned her head towards him and he kissed her on the chin. "Sweetest girl." He laid down on his side so he could give her more kisses.

"Are we giving Aubree kisses?" Clare asked, walking over to join her family on the floor. She had applied a layer of concealer on her neck, which Drew noticed.

"Always," Drew replied as Clare laid on Aubree's other side to kiss her.

Clare brushed her nose against Aubree's cheek and the baby grunted, turning her head. "Hi Sweetest," she greeted, giving her daughter another kiss. Aubree opened her mouth and gummed Clare's cheek. "Oh, so many kisses." She pulled her head back, making Aubree whimper. "Oh, don't cry," Clare hushed, sitting up on the floor. She scooped up Aubree and held her close. "Drew…"

Drew nodded, assuring, "I'll go make a bottle." He got up and left the room to go make a bottle in the kitchen. Just when he finished mixing it all together, the doorbell rang. He rushed to the door and opened it with a smile. "Thanks for coming."

Helen gave him a hug and pecked him on the cheek before taking off her coat. "Of course. We'll always come watch our favorite baby," she assured.

Glenn shrugged off his jacket and pointed to the bottle in Drew's hand. "Want me to feed Aubree?" he offered.

Drew shook his head, informing, "No. I'm sure Clare will want to do it before we go."

The screaming from upstairs got louder and then suddenly footsteps were heard on the stairs. "Drew!" Clare shouted over the crying baby in her arms.

"Sorry," Drew apologized, meeting Clare at the bottom of the steps and handed her the bottle to soothe Aubree.

Clare forced the nipple in Aubree's mouth and walked towards the couch to get more comfortable.

Helen followed her daughter, assuring, "Sweetheart, I can feed Aubree if you want to leave." She sat down beside Clare and held her arms out to take Aubree.

Clare glanced over at the clock for the time and nodded, sighing, "Okay." She pulled the bottle away and passed Aubree to her mother with the bottle. She kissed Aubree on the cheek and whispered, "Behave yourself."

She got up from the couch and let Drew wrap an arm around her shoulders. "She'll be okay," he comforted, pecking her on the cheek.

"You kids better go before you're late," Glenn reminded, sitting beside his wife.

Drew slid his hand down Clare's arm and took her hand to lead her to the coat hangers. They got their coats on before Drew practically drug her out the door. When they got into the car, he saw she still looked unconvinced and uncomfortable.

"Clare, she's fine," he assured, leaning in and kissed her again.

Clare smiled against his mouth, cupping the side of his face in her palm. She pulled her head back, stroking his cheek with her thumb. "I know," she sighed before pressing her mouth against his again.

It didn't take long until Drew was on top of her, reaching down the side of the seat to pull the lever, laying the seat down. Clare laid back, her hands on either side of his neck, as she kissed him feverishly. He opened his mouth, forcing his tongue past her lips and pulling a moan from the back of her throat. She tilted her head to the side, sliding her tongue against his. She pulled her head back with a gasp when she felt him twist his hips against her.

"Jesus, Drew," she cussed, her eyes falling closed. She laid her head back against the headrest and enjoyed the feeling of his hips against hers. She bit her lips together to stifle the noises falling from her mouth, her chest heaving as it became harder to breathe.

Drew smirked down at her, his hands resting on either side of her head on the rest. "Don't bite your lip, Edwards," he teased, tracing her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. She released it with a wet pop and he leaned down to nibble at her lip. She whimpered, tilting her head to the side to pull away. He laid a peck against her chin, chuckling, "You're so sexy."

Clare turned her head back to face him and whispered, "We're going to be late for dinner." But she kissed him on the lips once more.

Drew hummed against her lips and whispered into her mouth, "We could just miss dinner."

Clare rolled her eyes, grabbing his shoulders in each of her hands, and shoved him back. "No. My parents aren't watching Aubree just so you can make out with me in your car all night." She felt him rock against her again and shuddered, shutting her eyes tight. "Ugh. Shit, Drew." Her mouth hung open as she melted into the fabric of her seat.

She whimpered when she felt him pull away completely.

Drew sat down in the driver's seat and nodded, starting the car. "You're right," he grumbled as he clicked his seatbelt. He pulled out of the driveway, heading towards the restaurant.

Clare used the drive to fix her hair and lipstick in the mirror hanging on her side of the car. She swooped her bangs out of her eyes and smiled, tilting her head to the side.

"You know I'm just going to fuck up your lipstick again, right?" Drew spoke up, pulling into the parking lot.

Clare rolled her eyes, chiding, "That's not the point." She turned to face him, flipping the mirror up. She let out a giggle and reached across the council to wipe at his mouth and jaw. "You have lipstick everywhere."

Drew chuckled, letting her clean him up. "Not my color?" he teased.

Clare blushed, pulling her hand away from his face. "No. Not quite."

Drew only took his eyes off her when he realized she was climbing out of the car. He quickly followed suit, heading inside after her.

Once they were seated and had put in a drink order, Drew cleared his throat to redirect their conversation from the meal. "So, Momma Edwards, what would you like to do for your birthday?" he asked, furrowing his brow.

Clare hummed thoughtfully as she looked over the menu. "I don't know," she shrugged. "I have three more weeks to figure it out." She looked up at him, asking, "Do you want to do something for my birthday?"

Drew pursed his lips together in thought and shrugged, "Only if you want to." He reached across the table and took her hand in his. "It's your birthday."

Clare set her menu aside, gripping his hand in hers. "Not yet." She gave him a squeeze. "And we also have a newborn. You may remember her. Little girl. Aubree Elise."

"The cutest baby in Toronto? How could I forget," Drew drawled, stroking her knuckles with his thumb. "Or her mother. The prettiest woman in Toronto." He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed the back of her hand.

Clare beamed, shaking her head, "Not in Toronto. But maybe in our bed."

Drew closed his eyes, groaning at the dirty thoughts running through his head. He pulled his hand from hers when someone cleared their throat. He looked up and found their server waiting with a pen and pad of paper.

After Clare put hers in, Drew reluctantly gave an order. He sipped from his drink, trying to still force the image of Clare naked in their bed from his mind.

"Drew." Clare gave him concerned eyes.

Drew smiled, setting his glass down. "Don't worry, Edwards. I just." He paused to clear his throat, shifting in his chair. "I have these super sexy images of you right now and am a little uncomfortable." He stilled and gave her a wink.

"Well, as soon as I can fulfill those fantasies again, I will let you know," Clare assured, her voice low. She felt not only her face flush, but her neck started turning red in embarrassment. She looked down at the table, her hair falling in her face.

Drew felt his chest constrict and his jeans got even more uncomfortable. "Fuck, Edwards," he grumbled under his breath.

But before another word was uttered, they were interrupted by the server bringing their food. Most of their meal was silent, filled in with small pleasantries about their meal. Clare denied the offer for dessert from the waiter, wanting to get back to their daughter as soon as she could. Drew paid for the bill before they headed home.

As soon as Drew parked the car outside of the house, Clare jumped out and ran to the front door. She rushed inside, already taking off her coat.

Before she could say anything, Glenn got up from the couch and went over to his stepdaughter. "Your mom just got her down," he assured in a hushed voice.

Clare smiled with a nod nodding and ran up the stairs to join her mother in the nursery.

Drew closed the front door behind himself. He couldn't get the goofy grin off his face as he hung up his own coat next to Clare's.

"So…" Glenn cleared his throat. "You two have a good time?"

Drew nodded, scratching the back of his neck. "Yeah. It was nice." He smiled, unsure what to say to his girlfriend's stepfather. "Thanks for watching Bree. I hope she wasn't a bother."

"She was perfect. We're a little out of practice with babies, but Helen loves her an awful lot. And this will definitely keep her from wanting her own," Glenn sighed in relief. Before Clare had gotten pregnant, they had discussed another child, but when Clare had confirmed her pregnancy, that went out the window. Glenn wasn't too distraught over the idea.

Crying filled the uncomfortable silence between the men in Clare's life, followed by Clare screaming, "MOM!"

Drew rolled his eyes at his girlfriend's cry and rushed up the stairs. He found Clare holding Aubree close while bouncing her. "What happened?"

Clare looked over at her boyfriend as Aubree settled down sleepily in her arms. "Mom woke her up," she accused quietly.

Helen sighed heavily, rolling her eyes. "Clare, she's fine."

"I think you both need to sleep, huh?" Drew teased, walking over to his girls. He looked over at Clare's mother and smiled. "Thanks for watching her, Helen."

Helen smiled back at Drew, nodding, "Anytime."