Enjoy some angry sex, ya freaks xo


"Could you at least put in headphones? I'm trying to finish my story." Eli's senior film had taken over the entire apartment, and Clare had had enough of the dialogue making its way into her article.

"Well I'm sorry my senior film is an inconvenience to you," Eli snapped. This wasn't the first fight they had; the end of the semester was taking its toll on both of them.

"All I am asking for is just a few minutes of quiet so I can finish this for my editor tomorrow."

"I need this to play out loud so I can get an idea of what the acoustics are like."

"And you can't do that in the bedroom?! Or literally anywhere else?!" Eli huffed and slammed his computer shut before stomping into the bedroom and slamming the door behind him. Clare sighed angrily but knew it would be better for them to have some space to cool down. An hour and an obscene amount of fluff later, Clare walked into the bedroom to find a still upset Eli staring at his computer.

"Come to yell at me some more?" Oh boy, Clare thought.

"My article went great, thanks for asking," she said sarcastically.

"Sorry that my senior film is a little more important to me." Clare stopped in her tracks and stared at him.

"So my internship with the New York freaking Times is unimportant?!" she yelled.

"My college career and my future depend on this film!" Eli yelled back.

"And mine depends on this internship!" snapped Clare. "Suddenly your life is more important than mine?"

"Right now? Yes!" The silence between the two became deafening.

"Fuck you, Eli." Clare turned to exit the room.

"Hey! Come back here," said Eli, closing his computer and hopping off the bed to follow her. He beat her to the door and shut it behind him, trapping them in.

"Elijah Goldsworthy, let me out of this room or I swear to God I'll-"

"You'll what?" Eli growled. The anger between the two suddenly developed into something more animalistic. Clare surged forward and captured Eli's mouth with hers, biting his bottom lip in the process. Eli, in turn, grabbed Clare's hips roughly and flipped them around so Clare was pushed up against the door. Taking her hands and pinning them above her head, Eli began attacking her neck, leaving bite marks and red spots in the process. Clare's moaning only made Eli bite harder and he bucked involuntarily toward her.

"Get on the bed," he growled. Clare hurried over to the bed, tossing her shirt and bra off in the process. Eli completely stripped down, showing off his already hard and leaking cock. Clare could feel her panties becoming soaked as Eli laid on top of her and kissed her once more.

"Put your mouth on me," she moaned as Eli continued thrusting against her. Eli roughly took off her jeans and panties, not caring if he tore them in the process. He kissed his way down her boy, stopping to take one of her nipples in his mouth while he massaged the other. Clare's hands twisted themselves into Eli's brown curls, tugging downward to give Eli the hint. Eli slid to his knees of the floor, pulling Clare over to the edge with him. With another harsh growl, he dove into her folds, licking her clit and inserting one finger into her. Clare gasped loudly at the intrusion, releasing one hand from Eli's hair to grasp at the sheets. Eli moaned against her and inserted another finger, rapidly thrusting them in and out as he kissed her sweet spot.

"Oh, Eli," moaned Clare, legs shaking around Eli's shoulders. She could feel her insides twisting as she neared her climax. Suddenly, Eli ceased his teasing and stood up, eliciting a whimper from Clare.

"Get on your knees," he whispered. Clare didn't hesitate to comply, flipping herself over and wiggling her ass in the air, taunting him. Eli groaned as he positioned himself behind her, grabbing the back on her neck and forcing her on her elbows. He pushed into her, causing them both to moan loudly.

"Oh, fuck," said Eli, as he slowly began to move in and out of Clare. Her moans grew louder with each thrust to the point where the neighbors surely heard what was happening. Eli gripped her hips and let himself lose control of his thrusts, pounding into her hard and fast. Clare's moans bordered on screaming, which only brought Eli closer to the edge. He paused occasionally to slap her ass, enjoying her gasps of pleasure. Clare found herself facedown on the sheets, using one arm to keep her balance and the other to touch herself. Eli could feel her beginning to pulse around him and thrust into her with a renewed vigor. She came with a loud scream, and Eli quickly followed with a grunt as he emptied himself in Clare. The pair collapsed on the bed, breathing hard and waiting for the blood to return to their heads. Clare stood up without a word and walked out and into the bathroom. Eli heard the shower turn on and cleaned himself up, deciding his film could wait until tomorrow.

When Clare re-entered, Eli was already curled up in bed.

"I'm still mad at you," she said, digging out pajamas from the dresser.

"I know," replied Eli. "I'm still mad too." Clare crawled into bed, turning away from Eli. "Maybe we should have more angry sex."

"Ask me again tomorrow," Clare sighed, reaching over to turn off the lamp. Now in darkness, the two curled up and started to fall asleep, still turned away from each other.

"I love you, Clare," Eli said into the night.

"I love you, too," replied Clare.

"Forever?"

"And always."


You didn't think I was just going to let them live a happy, peaceful life, did you? They may not get angrier, but things will get crazier, I promise ;)