Hey now! I'm back. And as promised...here is part 2...on Friday (:
P.S. This one is going to get a little steamy... (; If you know what I mean. Well..actually a lot steamy. (;
Internet Love Part 2
"Well, you coming?" she said, a playful smirk playing at her lips. She turned back, and walked to CeCe and Gabe.
"Don't just stand there...come on!" CeCe yelled at me. "Bullfrog is very impatient." I laughed and caught up with Clare. I reached for her hand, then pulled back. I took a deep breath and tried again, and again failed. Come on, kid. Don't wimp out! I shouted to myself. I held my breath and reached for her hand. I grasped it, intertwining our fingers. She looked at me, curiosity in her deep blue eyes. I built up the courage to wink at her and she blushed, tightening her hold around my hand. Score. I smirked smugly, to myself.
We all got in the car and headed down the street, I and Clare still holding hands. We pulled into Bullfrog's favorite pizza place and stopped the car, waiting for him.
"Let me warn you myself, my Dad, Bullfrog is...something else. He's very...childish. It takes a while getting used to but, he's a good guy" I explained to her. She laughed.
"I'm going to take your word for it Goldsworthy" she said with a wink. CeCe giggled, breaking our playful banter.
A second and a heartbeat later, Bullfrog walked out in converse, jeans and a leather jacket. I watched Clare's facial expression. It turned to confused, to smiley in the time it took Bullfrog to walk out here. He hopped in the car—almost falling—and turned to give CeCe a hello kiss. Blech. Clare poked me.
"It's cute" she whispered. I rolled my eyes and smirked at her. I scooted closer to her and she hesitantly laid her head down on my chest. I sighed, content.
"So where is this little number that has our Eli up in the clouds hmm?" Bullfrog said.
"Dad!" I growled. Bullfrog turned his body around, and found my arm around Clare her head on my chest.
"Oy! Here's the lad!" he said in a fake British accent. "Or should I say lady, hmm?"
"Dad, stop." I said, embarrassed. Bullfrog looked at me and winked, obviously pleased he was doing this to me.
"Clare is the name, correct milady?" he said, turning to Clare. Clare blushed and laughed, making my day.
"Yes, lad" Clare replied in her own British accent that sounded much better than Bullfrog's. Her's actually sounded real.
"Ay, I like her. A real joker, she is. I tell ya" he said, smiling. She smiled back and poked me in the side.
"He's not that bad. You made him sound like a freak" she whispered. I laughed quietly.
"Because he is one" I replied. "You haven't spent 19 years with him" She laughed.
"Ok, but I still like him. He's funny" she said smiling. I looked up at her and brushed her bangs away from her face, my fingers tracing her forehead down to her cheeks. She looked at me longingly, wanting the kiss I want to give her. I leaned my face closer and our lips met. She laid her hand on my chest as the kiss deepen, and my tongue entered her mouth.
And in the middle of a New York street—where Gabe was driving laughing at my parents goofing off—I kissed her. I kissed her like no other. I kissed her with my heart racing and my palms sweating. I kissed her with passion and love. I kissed her with all my heart in one place. I kissed her with me.
And I kissed Clare Edwards, the way I wanted to 3 years ago.
A week has gone by since we first kissed. Since she first arrived. A week filled with, late nights up talking, daily field trips, playful banter, sarcastic remarks, sight-seeing, and love-filled kisses. Lots of kisses. We have gone official.
I'm not exactly sure when it happened, but it did. And I thank God for it. We were currently sitting at my favorite restaurant (1). We've been here for about an hour laughing and talking. When he came up. That little devil...
"Ah, my old friend" he said, a devious smirk. I glared at him and he chuckled. "Still hold a grudge eh?"
"Fitz" I said, simply. Clare looked at me, at my expression, knowing something was wrong. I watched Fitz's eyes wander to Clare, roaming her body. He licked his lips.
"Eli, won't you introduce me to your friend here?" Fitz said, not taking his eyes away from Clare. Clare looked down, nervously.
"No" I growled. It was taking everything I had in me to not rip his throat out.
"Oh?" he said, a playful gleam in his eye. He's getting to me and he knows it. "Well, then, I'll just have to find out myself" he said. His arm shot out and grabbed Clare's upper arm and pulled her to his chest. My body temperature rose, my fist balled up into fist, and anger clouded my head. Fuck being calm. I stood up and shot to him, like a raging tornado, ripped Clare away from him and punched him in the face. He flew back and landed against a table, blood dripping from somewhere on his face. I raced over to him, standing above him darkly.
"If you ever come anywhere near her again, I swear I'll cut your dick off. Got it?" I growled. He moaned in pain, and I walked away to Clare. I paid for our food, and snatched Clare's hand and drug her out of the restaurant. Halfway to my car, Clare jerked her hand away.
"Um...would you like to explain to me what just happened back there?" she said. I pinched the bridge of my nose with my thumb and forefinger, exhaling shakily.
"I'd rather not" I choked out. She scoffed, a short noise in the back of he throat.
"I knew this was too good to be true" she whispered, barely hearing her. I whirled around, angry.
"What? Am I not good enough for you anymore?" I growled. She stared at me, unshed tears in her eyes.
"Yeah, that's totally the problem" she said sarcastically. My eyes raged with fury as my voice rose.
"Well you know what my problem is? You!" I screamed. "That's my problem. Your always so judgmental and...and...stupid! Do you ever come down from your high horse?" I shouted at her. She stared at me shocked.
"I..." she trailed off.
"This was the biggest mistake of my life, suggesting you come down here. God!" I said. And with that, I turned, got in my car and drove off. Leaving Clare on a dirty sidewalk, at 9:57 at night.
Clare's POV
I breathed in a shaky breath, and walked to the nearest hotel. I didn't cry, I held it in, waiting till I'll be all alone, with no distractions. After 20 minutes I finally found a Best Western. I walked into the lovely waiting area and went to the desk.
"I need a room for two nights" I whispered, pulling out my credit card. The receptionist looked at me, oddly, nodding. I bet I looked like hell. He took my credit card, running it through. He handed my card and room key.
"Are you alright Miss?" he asked. I looked into his gray eyes and smiled.
"Yes, thank you" I said and turned to the elevator. I found my room, number 218, and walked in. I locked my door and flopped down on my bed, replaying the scene that just happened not even an hour earlier.
And I cried, and cried, and cried. And cried.
Eli's POV
I sat on the couch, my hands shaking, my eyes closed. The living room was dark, except for the small blue light on the DirectTV cable box. (2) My face was caked with dried up tears, and my hand bloody from punching my garage door. I'm an idiot. A total idiot.
"I'm so stupid!" I growled to myself in the darkness. The front door opened and I looked up, in hope it was Clare.
"Honey? What are you doing in the dark?" CeCe asked, turning on the overhead light.
"Who the hell destroyed the garage?" Bullfrog barked. Gabe walked in front of CeCe.
"Eli..bro..." he started.
"Shut up" I growled, clenching fist in my hair and pulling. "I fucked up...bad" I whispered. CeCe looked around the room.
"Where's Clare?" she asked. I shrugged.
"Probably somewhere on 5th street" I responded, sickened with the fact that she wasn't tucked into my arm.
"You left here...at the restaurant?" Gabe said. I nodded, tears running down my face again.
"We were eating, then Fitz came. The bastard touched her, and I blew up, punching him. She wanted to know why, I didn't want to explain. I said some things I didn't mean and drove off" I whispered, bowing my hand. "She could be anywhere"
"Well are you even gonna try?" Bullfrog questioned.
"What the point? She hates me" I replied.
"Well if she's hurt...or worse...I think hating you will be the last thing on her mind, baby boy" CeCe calmed me. My head shot up. I was so angry I didn't even think of that. What if Fitz found her? What if someone much worse than Fitz found her...Shit.
I grabbed my keys and rushed out the door, pushing Bullfrog aside. I hopped in my car and peeled out, the tires loudly squeaking in protest. The first place I drove was where I left her. I drove around there for a while, checking alleys, buildings, businesses and hotels. I came across an Best Western about 20 minutes away. I rushed up to the brown eyed reception dude.
"Has a Clare Edwards been by here at all in the past hour or so?" I panted. He checked his computer and nodded.
"Was she about 5'5'', black hair, shorts, tank top and cardigan?" he replied.
"Yes!" I shouted. "Can you tell me what room number she's in?" I begged.
"I can't" he said. I stared at him, pleading.
"Please. I fucked up badly. I did her wrong and I need to make it better. Please" I said, tears streaming down my face. He stared at me, looked around and pulled out a key.
"Here. Room 218, second floor" he said. "Don't tell my boss"
"God bless your soul!" I shouted at him, halfway down the hallway to the elevator. I impatiently waited, tapping my fingers against my legs. I looked down at my appearance. Blue socks, gray skinny jeans, whit shirt, and a gray and white stripped cardigan. The elevator opened and I raced to room 218. I unlocked the door, to find Clare face down on the bed, crying. Her chest heaving up and down, in jagged breaths. My heart broke. Seeing Clare, the girl I love, crying because of an idiot. Because of an ass. Because of a douche bag. Because of me.
I walked to the bed and sat down, stroking her hair. She shot up, and her tear filled eyes narrowed dangerously when she saw it was me. She got up and head for the door. I ran and blocked the door with my body, making escape impossible.
"Wait!" I yelled. She flinched. "Please" I said, softer. She stood in front of me, her arms crossed across her chest.
"What?" she said, venom dropping from every letter.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the way I acted at the restaurant. I'm sorry for not explained anything to you. I'm sorry for all the untrue things that I said to you. I'm sorry for leaving you on a street so late at night. I'm sorry for being such an ass. I'm sorry a million times. I'm sorry" I rushed out. She stared at me, not moving.
"Why should I believe you?" she whispered, her voice raspy from crying. I stared at her. I knew the reason why. I was just afraid to say it. I took a deep breath, my hands shaking, and stared into her gorgeous eyes.
"Because...because...I love you. I have loved you ever since I saw the picture of you, 2 and ½ years ago. I love your laugh, and your smile, and you corny jokes. I love your hair, and your eyes, and your face, and your body. I love you. I've always have and I'll always will. You complete me, and I love it. You make me feel like the 19 year old boy I should feel like" I paused, taking in a deep breath of air. "You make me feel good about myself, and I love you for that. I love you for everything. I love you for...you" I whispered, finishing my speech. She stared at me. Her eyes, the held something in them. Passion.
"Eli..." she started. I rushed to her, crushing her against my chest and crying.
"God I'm sorry! Please, please forgive me. Please take me back!" I begged her.
"Eli..." she said, pulling away from me. I sighed deeply, and bowed my head, knowing my life is gone. My love is gone. "I love you too" she whispered. My head snapped and looked into her tearful blue eyes. I didn't see a hint of joking, or anger. Just love. Pure love.
"W-what?" I stuttered. She looked down, smiling to herself. She stepped closer to me, wrapping a hand in my hair. I let my hand rest against it.
"I. Love. You." she emphasized. "With everything in me" I stared at her, and she smiled at me. After a few minutes, I smiled back. She leaned up and pressed her lips to mine, and I returned the kiss in favor. I wrapped my around her waist, tightly. Her fingers raked through my hair, massaging it lightly. I moaned in the kissed and pulled her towards the bed. I pushed her down, breaking the kiss and she landed on the bed with a squeak. I crawled on top of her, kissing my way up to her lips. I reattached our lips together and she moaned as my hand cradled her breast. I softly squeezed and she whimpered against my lips. I broke away from her and open mouthed kissed her neck, earning throaty moans from her. She began to unbuttoned my cardigan and it soon became the first of the pile of clothes we planned on making. I switched to the other side of her neck and and started raising the hem of her shirt up.
"Eli..." she trailed off, sitting up. "I don't want you to see" she whispered. I stared at her.
"Why not?" I whispered back, siting beside her. "Your gorgeous"
"I...can't" she whispered.
"Clare, tell me" I demanded.
"...I had problems with my weight. I still do. I used to bulimic, anorexic...everything. Everyone told me I was pretty, but I never believed it" she whispered. I gasped, and kissed her neck.
"Clare, your beautiful" I whispered, between kisses. She relaxed against my touch and we returned back to our other position. But this time, she took off her shirt. She was obviously uncomfortable so I gave her time to get used to her being shirtless. I smoothed my hands over her soft, creamy skin, moaning at the feeling of it. I trailed up to her breast and gently removed her bra.
"Is this okay?" I asked, hesitantly. She nodded her head and it became friends with my cardigan. I stared at her plump mounds and basically drooled on her. I took one in my mouth and she gasped, moaning loud. I palmed the neglected one, pinching and pulled at her nipple. She groaned in pleasure and I switched breasts. She pulled my back up to her lips and kissed me, removing my shirt to my bared chest. Her eyes roamed my chest as well as her hands, while I kissed her neck, sucking on certain spots. She moaned, trailing down to my skinny jeans. She looked at me, asking for permission and I winked at her. She pulled the skinny jeans off, with help from me, and giggle at my obvious problem.
"Hey, you try being in a room with a half-naked, gorgeous girl, feeling your chest and taking your pants off hmm?" I joked with her. She giggled again. I smirked at her and pressed my lips to hers, searching for a kiss. My hands trailed down her body and stopped at her shorts. I removed my lips from hers and before I could ask she said:
"Go ahead. You don't have to ask for anything anymore. Just do it" she whispered, her eyes closed. I grew harder, if that was even possible. I slowly took off her shorts, wanting her to be as comfortable as I was. I trailed back up to her lips and kissed her. Her hands roamed my back, her nails scraping softly. I moaned. Suddenly, I couldn't take it anymore.
"Clare...please..." I begged her. She smirked at me and we flipped positions. She licked a trial down to the band of my boxers and pulled them off, staring at my fully erected cock, dripping with pre-cum.
"Wow, Eli, your really big" she whispered. I smirked. Her hand gripped the base of my cock and she enveloped me into her mouth. She started stroking what wasn't in her mouth and he tongue swirled around the tip.
"Clare...fuck..." I moaned. Her hand pumped faster as I came closer to release. She sucked and hummed in the back of her throat and I came with a loud groan. She crawled back up to me and I flipped out positions. I kissed her and went down to her panties. I pulled them off and stared at her soaking region.
"My damn..." I whispered against her thigh. My tongue poked out through each of her folds and she yelped. Her hand tangled in my hair and I entered my tongue in her fully.
"Ah Eli!" she moaned. I entered my finger and my thumb rubbed against her clit, roughly. I wanted to taste her. Her moans and cries of pleasure increased and soon she came. I sucked hard, making sure I got every last drop. I pulled my head up, wiping my mouth. I trailed to her, and she pulled me down for a kiss. I moaned, knowing she could taste herself on my lips.
"Have you done this before?" I asked her.
She sighed. "Once. Thought he was the one...I was very stupid back then" she said with a laugh. I laughed myself.
"Same" I whispered. "Ok, so it won't hurt as bad, but I think it'll still hurt"
"I know" she whispered. I smiled at her, and kissed her while I entered her slowly. She moaned in pain once, as I pushed all the way through. She was so fucking tight and it felt so good. Damn...
"You okay?" I asked her. She laughed.
"A little bit better than okay" she whispered. I nodded and began to move. First slowly, than as she started moaning my name I picked up my speed. Her hands trailed all over my back, leaving fire in her path. I rested my hands, on either side of her head and gripped the mattress for support.
"Ah! Eli...faster..." she moaned. I complied and thrusted my hips harder and faster into hers, earning louder moans and screams.
"Fuck Clare" I moaned in her ear. My thrust soon became unstable and hard, pounding into her. She met my thrust with a thrust of her own throwing me over the edge.
"Ohh...Eli!" she screamed. God, her screaming my name did things to me... "Ahh!" she screamed coming. I hadn't come yet and I wasn't going to stop fucking her till I have. After a few more jackhammer thrust, I came, long and hard. I collapsed on top of her, my arms wrapping around her waist. Her hand stroked my bicep, showing affection.
"I love you" she whispered. I leaned up and kissed her.
"I love you too, gorgeous"
After an hour of laying there and talking we got up, got dress, and left the hotel room. Clare returned to key and we left, off to my apartment. Our home.
We walked into the front door to find angry Bullfrog and CeCe.
"Well?" Bullfrog started. "Where the hell have you two been?" I nudged at Clare and told her to go to bed. CeCe followed, not very mad after she saw I was with Clare. "Answer me. Where were you two?" Bullfrog demanded. I took a deep breath.
"I found Clare at a Best Western not far from here. I apologized and then..." I trailed off.
"Then what?" he demanded.
"I made love to her" I said, confident. The scowl on my Dad's face turned to one of happiness.
"Oy! Congratulations my boy!" he said, running over to me and patting my back in encouragement. "So you two are, the real thing?" he asked.
"Describe the real thing?" I replied.
"Like, 'getting married, having children, spending the rest of your life with her' real thing" he explained. I nodded. He smiled. "Good, I like her. Plus, she makes you happy son. Happier than I've ever seen you" he said smiling. I smiled back. "Now go get her" he said nudging me towards her room. I walked to her room and knocked. She opened it, in shorts and a tank top. I whistled at her. She blushed.
"Would you do me the honors and sleep in my room?" I asked in a fake, cheesy accent. She laughed.
"Why of course I will, Sir Eli" she said, in the same accent, but more giggly. I took her hand and we walked to my room. We laid down on the bed and began talking, like every other night. This is the beginning of my life. And to think, it all started on the internet.
I freakin' love FaceRange.
The End!
Whoa! This one's a beast! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I love Bullfrog!
So, I'm thinking of doing a follow-up one shot on this, of Eclare a couple years from now y'know? So if that is an interest to you...tell me reviews? Thanks!
Don't refuse the urge to review. (: