Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi, I just really, really love it! Enjoy!
Clare had been working as an intern in Toronto Sun for almost a year. The pay wasn't the best, but it was enough to get her started at Columbia in the fall. As much as she loved journalism, it didn't compare to her love of fiction writing. Her time as an intern helped her realize that there was so much more in the world of creative writing, and more stories she could tell. She also discovered a new distaste for coffee following an accidental spill on a particularly nasty news anchor. Most importantly, she learned just how much she wanted Eli in her life. They texted almost every day, but it wasn't enough. She wanted to hold him tight and play with his hair while he told her about his day. She wanted to drive down the highway doing 90 at 2 am while they blasted "Paisley Jacket" and sang at the top of their lungs. She wanted his hands to roam over every inch of her body while they whispered dirty things to each other in the dark. She just wanted Eli.
The next day, Clare packed up her car, told her parents her plan, texted Darcy the good news, and headed straight for New York. While part of her was afraid, she was mostly excited. She knew who she was, with and without Eli, but her life wouldn't be complete without him in it. By the time she hit New York, the sun had already set and most parking spaces had already filled up. Clare settled on a slightly sketchy parking garage two blocks from Eli's apartment. Taking only her backpack and a small suitcase, she ran through the streets of the city, a smile on her face, toward the love of her life.
Eli had been staring at the same blank page for at least four hours. He had inspiration, ideas, a plot, but the second he sat down to write, it all flew away. He was two strokes away from winding up on YouTube when he heard a knock at the door. Shuffling over to the door, he peeked through the peephole to find a certain curly-haired beauty on the other side. Rapidly undoing the lock, Eli threw open the door and standing before him, completely out of breath, was-
"Clare." The two smiled the instant they saw each other.
"Hey, Eli," said Clare, still catching her breath.
"I did give you a key, you know," said Eli, busting out his iconic smirk.
"I thought it'd be weird, someone randomly showing up at your place." Eli bowed dramatically as he let Clare into his apartment. The place was small; a tiny kitchen sat in the right corner while the living room took up most of the space. Ahead of them was the bathroom, dimly lit by failing lights, and the bedroom right next to it, a trail of random articles of clothing leading to it.
"You have an office?" asked Clare, gazing into the second room on the other side of the bathroom.
"I do," said Eli, "although it's mostly just storage and empty bags of chips at this point."
"Ah, some things really don't change." Clare stared into Eli's beautiful eyes. God, how she missed them.
"I really missed you, Clare," said Eli. He reached for her hands, as though he would never be able to touch her again.
"I missed you too," said Clare. "That's why I'm here. I've learned a lot about myself this past year; who I am, what I want to do, the future I want to create. I'm strong and independent, and I can do it all on my own."
"I see." Eli looked down at his feet with a sad look in his eyes.
"But I don't want to do any of it without you." Eli looked back at Clare inquisitively. "I don't ever want to be without you again. I want the ups and the downs and the crazy and the boring. I want you, Eli. I love you."
"I love you too, Edwards." Eli swiftly pulled Clare in for an intense kiss. Clare let go of her belongings and wrapped her arms around Eli's neck, kissing him deeper.
"I also really want to have sex with you right now," Clare said breathlessly, breaking away from the kiss.
"Oh, God yes." Eli hoisted Clare up and she wrapped her legs around him with a smile and laughter. Lord, he had missed that laugh. He carried her over to his bed and gently laid her down, crawling on top of her. He kissed his way back up to Clare's lips, taking off his shirt just before capturing her mouth again. Clare moaned into the kiss, and she could feel Eli getting hard against her thigh. Breaking from the kiss, Clare lifted up slightly to take off her shirt, leaving only a black, lacey bra in her wake. Eli let out a shaky breath at the sight and took her in his arms again, nipping at her neck and making her quiver.
"Eli," Clare moaned. Eli groaned into her shoulder and snaked his hand around Clare's back, cleverly undoing her bra singlehandedly and sliding it off her shoulders. She shuddered a bit and grinned slightly.
"You are so beautiful," sighed Eli. He truly meant it. Every inch, every curve of her body, every stray strand of curly hair, every touch, he loved it all. He pulled Clare into his lap and kissed her once more. He took hold of Clare's breast with one hand while his other cupped her ass through her jeans. Massaging her nipple into its peak, Clare moaned into Eli's mouth. Eli took the opportunity to thrust his tongue into her mouth, and Clare began grinding against him. He groaned as he kissed his way down her neck, to her collarbone, to every sweet spot he knew would elicit a delicious sound from her throat. Still massaging one breast, he took the other into his mouth and felt her nipple harden on his tongue.
"God, Eli, don't stop", gasped Clare. Eli moaned around her breast and nipped at her, smiling when she let out a cry. Pulling away to look into Clare's eyes, Eli suddenly found himself on his back, with Clare smiling down on him.
"Someone's feeling feisty," Eli joked.
"I guess I just really missed you." Clare slid off the bed, nudging Eli's leg to give him the hint. He sat up on the edge of the bed as Clare ran her hands over his thighs. Eli placed his hand on top of hers.
"Clare, you don't have to," he said softly.
"I want to." Clare moved her hands to Eli's hips. Lifting up slightly, Eli watched in awe as Clare pulled off his sweatpants and underwear in one fell swoop. He took a shaky breath when he felt the cool air against his cock. It twitched upon the feeling of Clare's breath just above the head, and Eli had to refrain from letting out a cry when Clare darted her tongue out to taste him. The saltiness made Clare smile and without hesitation, she took as much as she could of Eli into her mouth and sucked. Eli groaned above her and tangled his hand in her curls.
"Fuck, Clare." Eli's face contorted in bliss, his hand roughly grasping her hair. He made sure not to be too forceful, but Clare's expertise made it very difficult for Eli not to thrust into her mouth and take her right there and then. As Clare sped up slightly, Eli could feel the sweat dripping down his face; he knew he wouldn't be able to hold off for much longer. He tugged Clare's hair and gently pulled her away.
"Too much?" she asked.
"Not at all," Eli smirked. "But if you keep that up, this will all be over much sooner than I would like. Come here." Eli pulled Clare up into another kiss, letting his hand fall to the button of her jeans. Clare straddled him as Eli let his finger dip into her panties, already feeling how wet she was for him.
"Eli," Clare moaned. He rubbed her clit lightly as she began gasping into their kiss. Eli flipped them over so he was back on top. He lifted her hips up and took off her jeans and panties, pausing for a brief second to admire the fact that Clare decided to wear matching panties.
"Clever girl," he whispered.
"You like?" Clare teased.
"Absolutely." Eli nipped at Clare's neck while he inserted his finger into her. Clare gasped at the sudden intrusion, but wrapped her arms around Eli tighter. Eli slowly thrust his finger in and out, while his thumb rubbed circles against her clit. Clare ground back against him, whimpering gently. Eli began to kiss his way down Clare's body, taking a special interest in placing light kisses on her inner thighs. As she trembled around him, Eli kissed that special place where his thumb had been just moments ago. Clare moaned loudly, and Eli darted his tongue out to taste her, inserting another finger as he teased her clit.
"God, Eli! P-Please don't stop!" Eli could feel her pulsing around his fingers; she was close. One clever flick of his tongue and Eli watched as Clare arched off the bed and spasmed around his fingers. Clare hardly noticed when Eli pulled out and began tasting her on his fingers.
"You okay?" Eli asked, licking his lips for the last drops of her.
"Always," Clare said breathlessly. She sat up slightly and pulled him close, kissing him once more, softer this time. Her hand wrapped around his cock, which had fallen to half-mast, and felt it fill up again at her touch. Eli moaned into the kiss, his arm twisting behind her to pull her closer. Clare moved to nip at Eli's neck and whispered "I want you" in his ear. Eli broke away and reached over to his bedside table, pulling a condom out of the drawer. Clare watched hungrily as Eli rolled the condom onto him, groaning slightly at the feeling.
"Come here." Eli pulled Clare into his lap, wrapping his arms around her to keep the balance.
"You sure about this?"
"I've got you. Forever and always," Eli nodded. He positioned himself at her entrance and let her sink onto him at her own pace. Clare grimaced at the intrusion and Eli moaned loudly into her shoulder. She pulled his head up so she could look into his eyes. God, his beautiful eyes.
"I love you," she whispered, sinking lower onto him.
"I love you, too," said Eli. The two smiled and kissed as Clare took Eli fully inside her. Pausing for a moment, Eli stared into her eyes, pushing some of her hair behind her ear and cupping her cheek.
"You are just as beautiful as the day I met you." Clare grinned widely at the sentiment.
"You told me I had pretty eyes," she smirked.
"You still do," said Eli. He kissed her again and began to move. Clare ground back against him, quickly setting a rhythm. She moaned loudly and dug her nails into his back. Eli had almost forgotten how much he loved the sounds she made in bed. They moved faster, and as Eli fondled Clare's breast and sucked more marks onto her neck, she pulled him closer and cried out his name.
"Clare! God yes, yes!" Eli grabbed her ass and began pounding into her as he came closer to the edge.
"Fuck, Eli! I-I'm right there!" Clare started to flutter around him as Eli claimed her. She moaned out his name and clenched around Eli as she came for a second time. A few short thrusts and Eli came as well, stuttering out her name into her shoulder. The pair shook in each other's arms, and Clare moved to lie down on the bed. Eli got up and disposed of the condom in the bathroom. Clare stared at the ceiling and broke into a fit of giggles. She felt truly happy, and knew this is what was meant to be. She belonged with Eli. As she moved to put her panties back on, Eli returned and dug through his drawers, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt.
"Figured you didn't pack a pair in that tiny little box," he joked.
"You'd be right," giggled Clare, catching the clothes and putting them on. "Most of my stuff is still in my car.."
"We can worry about moving you in tomorrow," said Eli, retrieving his boxers and t-shirt.
"Really?"
"Of course." Eli crawled into bed and Clare sat beside him. "Clare, I gave you a key for a reason. You have a drawer, several actually. I have two boxes of your favorite cereal in the cupboard and I've mapped out every single writing cafe to fit your impossible standards. I love you, Clare. I want you to stay."
"I was really hoping you'd say that," sighed Clare.
"You'd think I wouldn't?"
"No! It's just-I packed up my whole car, I don't know what I would do if something went horribly wrong-"
"Clare," Eli started. "Nothing is going wrong. Everything is going exactly right." Clare smiled and snuggled up next to him in bed. Eli turned off the lamp and pulled Clare close, her arm coming to rest over his chest.
"I love you, Eli Goldsworthy," she said in the darkness.
"Welcome home, Clare Edwards." Eli kissed the top of her head and the two quickly fell into a peaceful sleep.
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