Kiss My Eyes and Lay Me to Sleep

Chapter 3

Eli's P.O.V.

When I woke up the sun was shining through my window, the birds were chirping and bees were buzzing, it was just a beautiful morning. But none of that compared to the beautiful girl lying down next with her head on my chest and her arms around me, she had her eyes closed softly as she nuzzled her head into my chest. In fear of waking her, I stayed where I was and leaned down to kiss Clare's forehead ever so gently. Right as I did so a smile was plastered on her face as she moaned "Eli…" in her sleep. I gave a half smile before looking at the clock that read 11 o'clock. I silently thanked God for the fact that it was Saturday and we didn't have to wake up for school and be separate.

About five minutes later I felt Clare start to move around, and the small smile on her face disappeared just to be replaced by a frown. She started to fidget around more and more with a slight shake to her body. There were few moments where I'd hear her whisper my name quietly, but there was a hint of fear in her voice.

There was silence in my room as this continues and I considered waking her up. Suddenly, the silence was broken by a screaming Clare. Her voice was full of panic. "ELI NO!" her face looked stressed as she continues. "FITZ! YOU BASTARD! WHATEVER BAD THINGS THIS LIFE THROWS AT YOU, YOU DESERVE! THIS SHOULD BE YOU NOT ELI!"

I couldn't take hearing her beautiful voice in so much fear so I shook her awake. "Clare! Blue eyes! Wake up!" her eyes opened more slowly the last time and she seemed relaxed as she saw my face. We had a moment, just green eyes mixing with blue, of pure bliss. I cut the silence, "Good morning beautiful. What's troubling you?" I had to ask, I knew the answer would kill me, but I had to know.

"Just another nightmare, I'm ok though, just seeing your face was all I needed." She smiled ever so sweetly then gave me a small peck on the lips.

"Mmm, thank you miss, may I please have another?" I smirked and she chuckled as she planted another soft kiss on my lips, but she stayed there for a few seconds longer this time, as if she never wanted to let go.

I pulled away slowly then got up. "Well Clare." I started, "You see, I'd love to let you stay in my bed and watch me change, but personally I'm a bit shy about my body. Now I don't want you teasing me so I'm going to have to ask that you exit the door to your left and go to the living room." I gave her a teasing smirk as she got up and walked over to me.

"Now don't flatter yourself with this, but I'd LOVE to see what you're hiding underneath all this black." She gave a small yet devious smile as she rubbed my chest.

I smirked, "Your wish is my command." I pulled off my black shirt revealing a pale six pack that I achieved off fixing Morty all those times he broke down. I saw Clare gasp as a surprised look spread across her face. "Like what you see?"

Clare nodded slowly as she stared at my abs. "Wow." Was all she managed to get out.

"Wow Clare, way to make me feel self conscious. Now stop staring." I gave her another playful smirk as she blushed. I sighed. "Clare, I'm not taking my pants off in front of you!" I teased.

She blushed harder then kissed my cheek and made her way out of my bedroom door. I loved that effect I had on her, the way I could make her blush so easily, the way I could make her so nervous when she was feeling brave, and the way I could seduce her when she was so pure. Clare was wearing on me, and in a very good way.

After I finally finished getting changed I saw Clare sitting on the counter in my kitchen dangling her feet. In this moment, I realized I wasn't the one seducing Clare, I think she was trying to seduce me. If my thoughts were correct then she was succeeding.

"Clare," I said and she looked at me amused. "I'm going to be very straight forward with you right now. You're kind of turning me on." I said and she laughed. It seems as if her mission was accomplished.

She hopped off the counter and walked over to me, her eyes gleaming. "Ewi!" she said cutely. "I want cupcakes!" this made me laugh remembering the night before when I had ticked her until she admitted she loved cupcakes.

I saw her eyes follow me as I opened the cabinets and pulled out the ingredients for her along with a bowl and spoon to mix. "Well, go ahead Edwards." I smirked. "I'm just here to watch."

"Fine then." She smirked back, proving that my smirk was better. "But you don't get any when they're done then."

"OUCH!" I said sarcastically. She shoved me lightly smiling when an idea crossed my mind."Oh, this is war." And with that remark I took an egg and cracked it over her head laughing.

"ELI!" she yelled. She took a measuring cup and scooped up some flour before pouring it on me.

"Oh I know you did not just do that." We broke out into a fit of laughter as sugar was flying and eggs were breaking. By the end of our little food fight we were covered in the ingredients that we supposed to be used for the cupcakes. "So much for the cupcakes. You'll just have to have me." I smirked and began to walk over to her.

"Nuh uh." She began to back away and ran into the living room.

"Come on Clare, kiss me!" and that's how our food fight practically became a game of tag. I finally caught her and wrapped my arms around her from behind, lifting her up and spinning her around. Never had I had so much fun before, but Clare was making everything worthwhile.

"WE!" she giggled childishly.

I put her down then kissed her cheek, "Mmm, sweet like sugar!" I joked.

Our moment was broken by the sudden noise of Clare's ringtone, 'Olive You' by Dave Days. At first it made me laugh, thinking about Clare having a ringtone by some You Tuber. Then I saw Clare's serious expression, I leaned over her shoulder to see it was her parents calling. She immediately hit the ignore button then turned back to me.

"You ok?" I asked calmly.

She responded by smiling then catching me off guard. She hit my shoulder and screamed, "YOU'RE IT!" and continued to run around my house. God, I truly love this girl.

Clare's P.O.V.

Well, I guess I have to admit that when my mom called I was extremely upset. But in my defense I have a good reason to ignore them, they're hurting me. Honestly, I don't think I ever want to talk to them again in this life time, especially my dad. Staying with Eli though, he just makes me so comfortable, we can act like such children together, such fools. He makes me smile when I frown, laugh when I cry, run when I walk, and most importantly, he makes me love when I hate. If I'm in Eli's arms, I'll feel safe for a lifetime, I don't ever want to let go.

I'm glad Eli and I finally got all of our feelings out, and when I say all of them, I mean ALL of them. That kiss last night was perfect, and in a strange yet helpful way, the fight was too. It helped us realize, we both have problems we need to work out, and it showed that we can work it out together. I was interrupted from my thoughts by gorgeous emerald eyes staring into mine. When I was about to say something, I realized I was speechless. Eli had that affect on me, he always has.

His glance didn't leave mine as he slowly walked over to me and kissed my cheek, in almost the exact same spot as before. It felt just like Déjà Vu except the lines changed. This time Eli didn't say sweet just like sugar.

Instead, Eli leaned over towards my ear and whispered, "You're it." Before he took off through his house just like I had.

"ELIIIII!" I whined. The moment seemed so perfect, I wanted him to come back and kiss me. Now that we were together finally, I felt we should be doing a lot of kissing for the endless month of torture.

His head popped into the room before he quickly said, "If you want a kiss, you'll have to catch me first." With that, he smirked and ran.

"EVIL!" I screamed as I ran after him.

It took a good couple of minutes before I was finally able to catch him. I was highly surprised, for a boy who wears skinny jeans he can run rather fast. Once I caught him I didn't just tag him, I tackled him. That's right, I tackled him straight to his living room carpet, it took a lot of might and a slight jump, but I brought him down.

With that small, innocent tackle turned into a mini wrestling match on his floor. All these events with Eli today made me feel like a little kid again, a feeling I have been desperately missing.

Our match ended with Eli on top of me pinning my wrists to my sides. He had his cute little smirk on his face as words flowed from his lips. "I think I won!" he chuckled. I laughed too but tried to break free of his grasp, though I desperately failed. "Sweet little Clare, when will you realize you're no match for the big boys?"

"The second I see one." I shot back.

"Ouch! Voldemort's army consists of very mature people Clare!"

"Well, Dumbledore's army is stronger!" I joked, once again trying to push him off of me.

"I don't think so." He laughed again.

Suddenly I got this great idea. I leaned up and kissed him causing his grip to loosen on me. The second he put his guard down I pushed him off of me and got up. "I WIN!" I yelled victoriously.

He got up too and leaned forward, "Victory kiss." Was all he said before connecting our lips. It was such a sweet and subtle kiss, ever so gentle and romantic. It was just the absolute perfect kiss like you see in the movies and dream about it being you, and I managed to get that moment.

I pulled away from his lips slowly just to stare into his emerald green eyes. He put his forehead against mine, our noses were touching and our lips were just inches apart. Just another perfect moment, after today I'm sure I'll have a lot on my list.

"And so the lion fell in love with the lamb." I whispered quoting Twilight.

Eli chuckled softly, but stayed silent, as if he was savoring the moment. After a few more moments of staring he whispered back, "Only if I get to be the lion."

"Fine by me, as long as I get to be the lamb."

"It suits you well Clare, lambs are so innocent, just like you." He smirked again then pecked my lips. Just as I was about to kiss him again his front door shot open. Confused and shocked, I looked up to see a man with blonde hair that was evidently balding and blue eyes that were so shallow it was almost scary. He was slightly chubby and wearing a black suit that didn't look right on him.

Eli and I pulled apart quickly and Eli got a very serious expression on his face as he looked up at our surprise visitor. "Dad, what the hell are you doing here?" Eli asked emotionless. I had never seen heard his voice that way before, it was almost depressing.

Instead of answering the question, the man Eli called his father had started staring at me. "Who's the slut Eli?"

Eli had tensed up right then and there; he must've forgotten I was here. He protectively pulled me behind his back before responding to his dad. "Don't touch her."

"Come on Eli, you don't want to share with your dad. I'll pay for half." he replied pulling out his wallet. I couldn't believe this, Eli's dad thought I was a prostitute and what's worse was he didn't care. He was a pervert who wanted in on any action he could find; but he wasn't going to find any here.

"This is my girlfriend!" Eli yelled at his father. I was taken aback by how much his voice raised in a matter of second.

His dad must've been too, because at that moment he stepped forward and hit Eli across the face. I screamed out a little bit in shock, I thought my parents were bad but Eli goes through this every day.

"How could you do that to your son?" I screamed at the man. "He's your own flesh and blood and you hit him?" Eli tried to pull me back but I shoved myself forward so I was face to face with my boyfriend's dad. "No Eli, this isn't right!" I said when Eli tried to pull me back.

When I looked up at Mr. Goldsworthy's face it was filled with anger, and I'm sure mine was filled with fear!