"How is that even possible." Adam commented, staring at the brunette beside him who was clapping her hands vigorously.
"Just because I'm a girl, who spends her free time reading, does not make it impossible for me to beat you at video games." Clare said, sticking her tongue at Adam.
"Alright, we've been playing Guitar Hero for two hours, let's do something else." Commented Adam, falling back on her couch in defeat.
"Like what?" Clare asked, leaning over to grab her Coke on the coffee table.
Adam decided to drop by with his new game, since Eli was out of town for the week-end. Surprisingly the same week-end her parents went on a retreat – leaving Clare to fend for herself. So her and Adam spent their time eating junk food and playing his new game. Which she continuously beat him at, save for the a few in the middle. And she let him win out of pity.
"Truth or Dare?" Adam suggested, Clare rolled her eyes.
"With just two people." Clare stated, standing up and walking to the kitchen.
"Well, we can make things interesting. No matter the truth and or dare, we have to do it. First one to not do a dare, has to pay the other fifty bucks." Adam said, following Clare into the abandoned kitchen.
"Fine. But you're gonna lose." Clare teased, rummaging through her cabinets.
Adam and Clare had become close friends over time, sometimes Clare and him would just have a night together – sort of. Mainly involving going to the Dot and watching new movies. Eli was jealous, since Clare was his girlfriend, but Clare thought of Adam like an annoying younger brother. And Adam thought of her as an annoying older sister.
"What are you doing?" Adam asked, jumping onto the counter.
"I just thought of a dare for you." She stated, pulling out random ingredients.
"You haven't even asked me if I wanted truth." Adam scoffed, Clare giggled.
"Okay, to make things even more interesting, it'll only be dares." She said, pulling out a blender.
"Fine." Adam said, then gulped when he saw Clare throw a whole can of Sardines into the blender.
Ten Dares Later…
"Okay, I can't believe I just did that." Adam said, his face scarlet red as he closed the door to Clare's house.
"Oh please, I think that girl liked it." Clare giggled.
"What gave it away, the disgusted look after I licked her face, or when she started beating me with her purse." Adam scoffed, falling into Clare's recliner.
"Okay. Okay. But you had to do it." Clare laughed, pulling her legs under her.
"Yeah. Well guess what you have to do now." Adam smiled evilly.
"Nothing can be worse than yelling 'I love Justin Beiber' while running down the street in a bikini." Clare rolled her eyes.
"We are going to get you a 'smexy' outfit and you have to send a picture of yourself in it to Eli." Adam said, Clare's cheeks reddened.
"You cannot be serious!" Clare exclaimed, pouting at him.
"I am. Unless you want to give me fifty big ones." Adam laughed, she put her face in her hands as her cheeks reddened.
"I hate you." Clare stated, pulling at the hem of her school girl skirt.
"Oh my god. This is too good. Guess who just got home?" Adam asked, Clare gave him a confused look. "Eli, you dunce."
"So…?" Clare didn't like where this was going.
"Change of plans. I'm going to text him from your phone, telling him to come over, and he gets to see you in that!" Adam laughed manically, Clare gaped.
"No, no, no, no, no! I can't let him see me in just this!" Clare squealed, crossing her arms defiantly. "No, no, no, no, no. Not! Gonna! Happen!"
"I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." Clare chanted at Adam, who was walking out of the back door after her doorbell just rang.
"Go get 'em, tiger." Adam commented, his face red with laughter.
Clare let out a frustrated sigh and walked to her front door. She checked herself in the mirror. A too-tight button up that was left open from her the middle of her cleavage and up – revealing a lacy black bra, a loose black tie, and a way too short schoolgirl skirt with fishnets. She couldn't believe she had worn that outfit just last year. Her hair was fluffed and curled around her face – which had a light amount eyeliner on it with bright red lipstick. She shivered, god-only-knows what Eli with think. She shifted, and her high-heeled stilettos clicked annoyingly.
Taking a deep breath, she opened the door. Eli looked up from his shoes, his jaw dropping slowly as it traveled up her body. His gaze stayed at her chest, and after waiting a few moments, Clare cleared her throat.
"Eli." She said huskily, causing the male to look up.
He gulped visibly, his pupils dilated and staring straight into her own. His usually bright emerald eyes were much darker, and he licked his bottom lip.
"Are you gonna come in?" Clare asked, motioning her arm into her house.
"Uh…yeah." Eli muttered, his eyes flitting across her body.
"So I was thinking, since last time you picked the movie, I get to pick." Clare said, clicking into her living room.
"Anything you want." Eli breathed, gulping once again when Clare bent over to look at her choice of movies.
She settled on an old one, Dear John, and put it into the DVD player. Then she sat on the couch, one leg thrown over the other, causing her skirt to ride up.
"Are you going to sit?" She asked, patting the seat next to her.
She noticed Eli slowly approaching her, before sitting next to her and throwing an arm around her. The movie started, but she kept glancing at Eli from the corner of her eyes. His own glued to her chest.
"It's not polite to stare. Especially at someone's chest." Clare stated, folding her arms - causing her breast to squish up.
"To hell with this." Eli said, and before Clare could comment, Eli pushed her onto her back and was ravishing her neck.
"E-Eli." She moaned, his teeth grazing down her collarbone.
His mouth moved higher, licking the shell of her ear. "Why are you wearing this?" At 'this' Eli effectively broke one of the buttons, the added tension causing it to pop off. "Hmm?"
"I...I..." Clare lost her train of thought as Eli nibbled on her pulse point. "Eli!"
His mouth smashed down on hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She moaned and slid her hands into his hair, tugging it harshly. Eli moaned and ground his hips into hers, showing his excitement clearly. His hands went to the button-up and grabbed each side, then yanked it apart, buttons flying everywhere. Clare groaned, her hands tightening. Eli broke the kiss to go to her neck, finding the spot right beneath her ear.
"You're mine." He growled, sucking harshly on the skin.
Clare gasped, pushing her body against his, a blush forming on her cheeks. Suddenly, his teeth sunk into the flesh, and Clare lost it. She wrapped her legs around him, nails digging into the skin at the nape of his neck and moaned. Eli groaned and bit harder, causing Clare to grind her hips into his. He passed his tongue across the newly bruising skin, satisfied at the prominent mark.
He placed himself more comfortably over Clare, his hands holding himself up on either side of her head. He looked into her hazy blue eyes, glazed over in lust. He felt another primal urge, and he leaned down to kiss her, his lips just grazing hers.
"Clare!" Cried a shrill voice, causing Eli to fall off the couch.
Clare sat up immediately, still too dazed and confused to care about her appearance. Busted open top, lacy black bra, hitched up skin, frazzled hair, and bruised lips. Before her stood a bewildered Adam, his eyes wide with fear. She felt her cheeks heat up, more than they already were. She had totally forgotten about Adam, and how much time he was giving me.
"Adam?" Eli asked, standing up awkwardly.
"Eh-hem. Um, dude, cover up." Adam mumbled, his eyes darting to Eli's crotch quickly before staring at the far off wall.
Clare looked over at Eli, and suddenly, she burst out into laughter. She kept giggling while covering her mouth, another arm slung around her exposed stomach. It wasn't that Eli looked funny, but more so the situation that just happened. She should've been blushing and trying to cover up, but she couldn't stop laughing. She did, however, when her door opened to reveal her parents.
They looked from a blushing Adam, to a hardened Eli, to a giggling and very exposed Clare. Her mother's eyes wandered over the outfit, then to the frumpled looking Eli before stating 'Dear Lord' and fainting into her husband's arms. Her father stared at Eli, glaring daggers before setting his wife down and chasing Eli throughout the house. Eli jumped over the couch, kissed Clare quickly before disappearing out the front door.
She glared at Adam, who was trying not to laugh, "I hate you."