I honestly don't know if this is good or not. So... Review! BY THE WAY, IN THIS STORY, ELI AND CLARE ARE KINDA OOC! I thought that would get your attention more if I put it in CAPS. :)

Eli's POV

I was on my way to Clare's house, because we both were bored and decided we would watch a movie at her house.

I arrived at her house and parked Morty. I got out of my car, and noticed there weren't any cars in the driveway. "Hmm," I thought, "Her parents aren't home."

I walked up to the front porch and rang the doorbell. No one came. I rang it again. No one came. A third time, and still no one. I turned the doorknob, and surprisingly, it opened.

I walked in and looked around. I heard footsteps above me, so I walked upstairs. I traveled to Clare's door and opened it. I slid in and my jaw dropped at what I saw…

There was my girlfriend. Standing in her room. Her hair damp, her body glistening, and a small towel wrapped around her body.

I stood there frozen. I didn't know what to do. I had no smart comments, or sarcastic remarks. I just looked at her.

A couple seconds later, she turned around.

"Eli?" She said, looking really surprised. It took me awhile to actually respond.

My hands flew up to my eyes, "I, um, I mean, uh, I just, uh… Sorry!"

I sounded so stupid, and I probably looked like a pervert. She probably never wanted to see me again. She looked really, really, good… NO! God, Eli, you're such a perv!

It was so hard not to imagine her in that towel. That small, small, towel… GAH! Stop it, Eli! Stop it!

I heard her footsteps come closer and closer to me.

"Eli." She said. I didn't move, my hands still over my eyes.

"Eli." She said, again. I gulped.

"Eli, look at me." She said.

I slowly took my hands off my eyes, and I instantly looked down at the towel.

I chewed on my lip and looked at the ceiling.

"Eli," She said, in a singsong voice. She pulled my chin, so that I had to look in her eyes.

I looked her in the eyes and gulped. My heart rate was rapid, and my breathing unsteady.

She stepped closer to me, until I was backed up against a wall. Oh my god, I thought.

She ran her hand down my chest, then underneath my shirt. She moved her hand up my chest, then down again, lightly scratching me.

I leaned my head against the wall behind me, and my breathing got worse.

She pressed herself against me, and got close to my face. I swallowed hard.

She dipped her head, and kissed my neck. Then she licked a line up my neck, to the bottom of my ear.

I closed my eyes, and my chest was lifting high up and down with every breath. I felt her move her mouth close to my ear. She whispered sexily, "Am I turning you on, Goldsworthy?"

I moaned, and I felt my pants tighten. "Damn, skinny jeans." I cursed silently in my head.

She pressed herself against me so much harder, that there wasn't a millimeter of space in between us. "She's so warm," I thought, "And wet, and warm, and wet, and sexy, and…" That's all my thoughts consisted of. It's quite sad.

She nibbled on my ear, tugging the skin between her teeth. She moved down and kissed up and down my neck, sucking on the skin. She kissed the corners of my mouth, teasing me by avoiding my lips. I leaned forward and tried to kiss her, but she moved away. She put her hands in my shirt again, and started rubbing my sides. I moaned. She was driving me crazy. I had to kiss her.

I tried to kiss her, but she avoided my lips again. I groaned, and she smirked. I was rubbing off on her… She finally gave me the satisfaction, and kissed me on the lips. I grabbed her around the waist and held her tight. I kissed her furiously, moving my head from side to side, desperately trying to get closer. She tugged on my hair, knowing how much I like that. I growled, and she smiled into the kiss. She pulled at the hem of my shirt and, before I knew it, my shirt was on the floor. She pulled away and started kissing my neck. She then moved down, to my collarbone, then my chest. I buried my fingers in her hair as she kissed my abs. I could feel my muscles move as she kissed them. She then, licked and kissed up my chest and to my neck. As she kissed my neck, she started to suck on the skin, and I moaned. Then, out of nowhere, she bit down. Hard. I practically screamed, and she looked up at me.

She smirked, and said, "Well, I guess we should start the movie." Then she walked to her dresser, got her clothes, and walked into the bathroom.

I stood there, blinking. Then I looked down at my 'situation'.

"Damn it, Clare!" I yelled, and heard giggling from the bathroom.

I walked over to the bathroom door and stood there. Clare walked out in her clothes, and looked at me. Then, she looked down at… Well, you know.

"Wow." Is all she said.

"You see what you did?" I said, sexually frustrated.

Clare looks at me, raises an eyebrow, and smirks, "It's kinda hard to miss."

There you go, told ya they were OOC. I doubt this is good. Oh, well. This story just came into my mind and I had to get it out! :)