Hey guys! I decided to make this a lengthy chapter for a lot of reasons, but mainly because that's how it turned out to be. I hope you enjoy it, and thank you for all the reviews/subscriptions/alerts. Please enjoy the twelfth chapter of "Big Things Come In Small Packages"...
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Warning: You're receiving an OOC Clare, who does NOT have a purity ring.
Big Things Come In Small Packages
2 YEARS LATER
ELI
"Eli..."
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"Eli..."
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"Eli!"
I jolted out of a dead sleep, to see Clare kneeling beside me, holding out a cup of coffee close to my face, "Come on sleepy head, it's time to get ready. We have a big day ahead of us, and you've already slept an hour later than you should've."
"You kept me up all night, that's not fair," I groaned, taking the warm cup into my hands. I sat up slowly, eyeing my appearance with the mirror beside the bed hanging off the closet wall.
"Damn Clare, you really did a number on me last night," I moved my head to the side, positioning myself so I could see the tiny finger nail marks embedded into my pale skin.
I heard the shower turn on, as she called out, "It's not my fault! You were being very aggressive, so I thought...why not, we can be aggressive together!"
"That wasn't cool! I wasn't being aggressive, I was just-," Clare cut me off, as I stood in the doorway of the bathroom, watching her shower behind the curtain, "Oh please Eli, you were moaning and talking to me in your Terminator voice! That, is being aggressive. Besides, I woke up with tiny bruises on my hip bones because of you, so you deserve the scratches on your back."
I placed my coffee on the toilet lid, then I listened to her soft, sensual giggle fill the air, as I traced my fingers on the outline of the shower curtain. My curiosity was getting the best of me as I removed my boxers, leaving me in the nude.
Over the past two years, Clare and I have managed to become completely comfortable with each other, physically and emotionally. We lean on each other whenever one of us is hurt, or in pain. We balance each other out, in the best way possible.
"Eli! Get out! This is the only place I get peace!" she squealed, as I wrapped my arms around her bare torso, and kissed her hip bones repeatedly. My hair must've brushed up against her breasts because I know that's what really makes her squeal.
"Eli stop it! I mean it! You have a fitting with Adam soon, and I have to meet Fiona for my fitting. I'm not going to be late because we decided to have spontaneous sex!" her cheeks were red, her eyes glaring into mine as I pushed her lightly up against the tile wall. I kissed her neck, then her shoulder blade, trying to get her to break, but she had a straight face on.
"I mean it Eli, no sex now," she whispered, facing the shower head, letting the water soak her curls as I sighed. I glanced at her naked form, oogling her bottom as my hands uncontrollably jerked forward to cup her cheeks.
She gasped, slapping my hands away with the soap, "No! Bad Eli!"
"What am I? A dog?" I scoffed, as she faced me, her blue eyes staring into mine, "People who act like a dog, deserve to be treated like one. Now, if you want to have sex, we'll do it my way."
"Fine, anything you want, anything for you," I whispered, inching towards her as she placed her hand on my now wet chest, "On one condition, Goldsworthy...you, need to get on you hands and knees, right now, in the shower, and beg for me to have sex with you the way I want to."
"You're a hard woman to impress, you know that, right?" I asked, pecking her lips quickly before getting on my knees, almost slipping in the process. I glanced up at Clare, blocking the water from hitting my face with my forearm as I said, "Please, Clare Edwards, I want to have sex with you the way you want to."
"Not convincing enough," she shrugged her shoulders, and faced the shower head once again, her butt directly in my face, teasing me.
"Oh, that's it Edwards!" I wrapped my arms around her knees, causing them to buckle as I kissed her thighs, up to her breasts. I slowly got up, kissing her lips, as she wrapped her arm around my head, "Tonight, Eli. I promise, but I want it to be different."
"How so?" I asked, pressing my erected member near her region, "I want it...I want sex to be making love from now on. After the first few times we did it, you've been doing nothing but hardcore, banging...and honestly, I'm a bit too sore from it. Is that okay though, that we switch the bedroom arrangements up a bit?"
Her blue eyes were glistening, as I pecked her lips, and brushed back a wet curl behind her ear, "Of course I'm okay with it Clare, I'm just glad you talked to me about it. You know you can tell me anything. I'm sorry I was so rough, I just get caught up because I love you-."
She cut me off, placing a kiss on my wet lips, "I know," she admitted, "and that's why I told you."
"Alright big boy, get your erection off me. We have to get to our fittings on time," Clare said, kissing me quickly, before shoving me out of the shower, leaving me to stand naked on my own, the cold air chilling over my skin...
CLARE
"Clare! This dress is screaming 'you'! You look beautiful!" Fiona exclaimed, as tears streamed down her face, "W-why are you crying Fi? Is it that bad? Do you think it's too long? Oh no, Eli isn't going to like it, will he?"
Fiona sniffled, wrapping her arms around me, "My best friend is getting married and you look beautiful! Eli will be speechless when he sees you in this dress. I'm just so glad Adam introduced us Clare, being best friends with you means the world to me."
"Aw Fi, now I'm crying," tears leaked out of my eyelids as she whimpered, pulling away from our embrace, "Now look what you did, my tears are ruining my make-up! I swear, soon to be Goldsworthy, I'd kill you if you weren't going to get married!"
I giggled, staring at my reflection, "I look beautiful...but I don't...I don't feel beautiful."
"What do you mean?" Fiona asked, as I took a seat in front of the mirror, and traced the outline of the sequences on the dress, "Eli makes me feel beautiful all the time, he tells me all the time, but I just...I feel like I'm missing something, or someone."
"Nonsense Clare, you've got me, Adam, Eli, we're all right here!" I forced a smile, knowing that Eli and I had decided to keep me having a "little life" before my "tall life" a secret.
I just missed my mother, my father-even though he's still an asshole-and Owen.
Especially Owen.
"Aw Clare, if this is about your parents deserting you and they're not going to be at the Wedding...you don't have to worry. We can have Declan, or Adam walk you down the isle," she encouraged, as I nodded, wiping my eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm just getting so emotional because you're acting emotional. I'll be fine with whoever hands me off to Eli."
Deep down I desired my father, but I knew that when I decided to climb up that fire escape the last time to Eli's, I knew the consequences, and this was one of them. It hadn't hit me as hard two years ago, but now, it's hitting me like a ton of bricks.
"Do I still qualify?"
My head snapped up, as my eyes widened, to see Owen standing in the doorway of the fitting room. He was tall, very tall, and muscular...very muscular. His eyes glistened with tears as I sniffled, "O-Owen?"
Owen's arms extended out widely, gesturing for me to join him in his arms as my chin trembled. I looked at Fiona, and asked kindly, "Will you give my...brother and I, a chance to talk?"
"Sure Clare, I'll be outside the room. I'll call Eli and tell him we're almost ready to be picked up," I nodded sweetly. Fiona quickly exited the room, and I glanced up at Owen, who eyed me lovingly, "You look beautiful Clare...absolutely beautiful."
"You think so? Do you think Eli will like it?" I twirled in front of him, showing off the full gown, as the smile never faded from his lips, "If Eli didn't like it, then he's getting a punch to the jaw from yours truly."
I giggled, wrapping my arms around him, while asking, "How'd you know I'd be here?"
"Well, sister," he put emphasis on the word 'sister' because we both know that pretending to be siblings was just a lie added to the list. But I had no choice, what was I supposed to tell Fiona, that he's just my old best friend from when I was three inches tall.
Yup, cool story bro.
"I knew you were here because a little birdie told me," he joked, as I slapped the side of his face lightly and smiled, "Come on, seriously, who told you?"
"Eli did," Owen rubbed light circles on my bicep, then said, "He looked me up in the yellow pages, the guy was tracking me for months. Turns out, he found me, and told me that you needed an old friend."
Tears pricked my eyes, "E-Eli did this?"
"Without him, I don't think we ever would've collided again," he sighed, "Why not? Where are you living? What happened with Anya? Is everything alr-."
He placed his fingers on my lips, 'sh-ing' me, "Enough with the motor mouth Edwards, relax. I'm actually living in New York now, with Anya and our...one year old son."
"What?" tears were now streaming down my face, noticing how well he's gotten since we've parted. He's living in the best city in the work, with probably an amazing woman, and they even have a son.
"I settled down Clare," Owen glanced around, turning me to face the mirror, "And so will you, with Eli. He's a great guy, you really can't get any better than him."
"How do you know he's a great guy if you only talked to him over the phone?" I asked, gripping the sequencing on the white dress, "We actually met up two days ago at this coffee shop down the road. After he called, he recommended I come in a couple of days before the wedding, so we can talk. He updated me on everything that was going on with you guys, and the dude was so nervous that he asked me if he could marry you. He said he felt like I was the closest one to you, and that he needed my permission, even though he already asked you two months before."
"That's so like Eli," I whispered, as Owen placed a hand on my shoulder, "I can't wait to walk you down the isle Clare, it'll be an honor."
"We're running behind on everything for this wedding Owen, it's going to be a disaster," my chest tightened as he shook his head, "Nonsense Clare, you've got five days until the wedding, and I'll be here the whole time to help you out. Look at it this way, you've already got your dress, Eli's got his tux, air in your lungs, what more do you need?"
"I need a prayer," I joked, as Fiona came into the room, claiming Eli was already outside.
"Make sure he doesn't come in here! It's bad-," Fiona finished my sentence, "bad luck for a groom to see the bride in the dress before the wedding, we know Clare! Just get dressed!"
Owen smiled at me, then said, "I'll be in Eli's car, see you out there."
I kissed his cheek, "You have no idea how much better you made me feel today. I love Eli to death, but having my other best friend convinced me that everything will just fall into place for this wedding, and I don't have to worry."
"That's my girl," Owen playfully bumped his fist with my chin and I pushed his hand away, "I'll be out in the car in twenty minutes."
"Twenty minutes? For what?"
"Ten minutes to take off the dress, and ten minutes to catch up on how to breathe," I teased, carefully undoing the dress as Owen ran out into the car with Eli...
This wedding will be perfect.
ELI
"She wants a slow moving, romantic night tonight man," I gripped my hands on the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles were screaming the color white, "I might have only been her childhood best friend and all, but what's the problem with a slow moving, romantic night with Clare?"
Owen glanced at me curiously, "Dude, how did we even end up talking about this?"
"It doesn't matter, we're both guys here, just spill it dude, what's wrong with you?" Owen asked, resting his hands in his lap in the passenger seat. His eyes roamed around, as I released my tightly gripped hands from the steering wheel, "It's just-whenever we go slow...which we haven't in a while, I just get so nervous and she makes me sweat like...I'm talking tenth grade gym, shirt stuck to your body like glue sweat."
"That bad?" Owen's lips curled in disgust and I laughed, "Yeah, that bad...and I don't want her to see that. That's why, when we do it, even though I enjoy it very much, I do it quickly because I don't want her to see me all sweaty."
"Just because you have a bodily problem doesn't mean she'll care. If you take it slow, light a few candles, put more deodorant on, you'll be fine," he placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder and I said, "I just don't want to fuck this relationship or marriage up. Clare's really special to me, and I'm not looking forward to giving her up any time soon."
"No one said you have to man," Owen sat back in the seat, and chuckled, "Dude, she's head over heels for you, and you're worrying about you sweating on her. Honestly, women find that shit hot."
"Really?" I asked, my confidence rising, "Yeah man, during sex, when women see a man sweating, and knowing it's because they've worked them up like that, it turns them on. I'm telling you buddy, sweat that doesn't smell can get you far."
"Oh it doesn't smell, it's just sweat," I reassured, toying with the keys in my hands, "Then what the fuck are you worrying about man? Tonight, you bring Clare home, you buy her flowers, light up the candles and make some babies."
I smirked, "You know, I wish you lived here in Toronto, I think we'd make good friends."
"Don't tell Clare about this...but," Owen licked his lips, glancing around as if he was looking for someone, then eyed me, "Anya and I have been looking for a house in Toronto. Our kid loves the weather here, and the big city just isn't for us. We want our kid to grow up in a more homely environment."
"Your kid is only a year old, how does he know what weather he likes or doesn't like?" I joked, as Owen sighed, "When you become a father, you'll know why I know. It's like our brain waves are connected, like in some Sifi shit."
"Interesting," I mumbled, "Well, if you ever need help looking for houses, let me know."
"Will do, and good luck tonight with Clare. Don't fuck up, or I'll fuck up your face at the wedding," Owen's eyes were dark, and I swallowed the lump in my throat, knowing he meant it.
"There will be no fuck ups sir," I lifted my chin, and leaned over the steering wheel to see Clare and Fiona coming out of the wedding retail shop, "Well, I'm just going to slip into the back so you two rabbits can get at it!"
I eyed him in the back seat, and he shrugged his shoulders, teasing, "What? Oh and make sure it's nice and slow!"
"Hi honey, sorry it took so long," Clare apologized, as she slipped into the passenger seat, and before clicking in her seat belt, placed a kiss on my lips. I smirked, sliding my tongue across her lips as my eyes slowly drifted open, to see Owen humping the seat in the back.
"Owen! What are you doing?" Clare's cheeks turned red, as he sat back in his seat, "Oh nothing, just making sure the interior is all good in this car for the wedding."
END OF CHAPTER 12
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