Hey guys! I know, very late update. For those of you who don't know, my aunt/grandparents were hit harshly by Hurricane Sandy and they are still in the process of recovery (still no power, no heat), so I've been busy helping. I'm really trying to update as much as I can. Please enjoy the seventh chapter of "Titanium"...
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Titanium
"Are you ready?"
"No."
"What're you thinking?"
"That this was a fucking mistake and I should just wait until the lawyers tell me she's done getting her shit out of my house."
"Eli, you have to approach her about this situation maturely. She cheated, so she should be the one embarrassed to look your way. Now your name is on this property, it's your home, so go inside."
Clare fought Eli with hissing whispers, poking his waist annoyingly to get him to inch closer to the door. When he finally reached the porch, he glanced between the doorknob and Clare; as if he didn't know what to do.
"You grab onto it...you know...grip it, turn it." Clare teased, but Eli didn't smile, nor budge.
This wasn't a joking matter.
They stood in silence for a few minutes, Eli's ears narrowing in on the noises behind the door. He could swear their was two people talking, and with a twitching lip, Eli bashed through the door, shaking his head manically.
"IMOGEN!" He screamed loudly, the tone scaring Clare.
She's never seen him so riled up and anxiety filled before. The blood in his veins was pumping; the thought of Imogen having sex with another man bluring his vision, teasing his mind.
"Eli? Is that you?" Clare sunk behind Eli, trying to avoid the intense stare coming from the thin woman walking elegantly down the steps with only a bra and panties on.
"You have three minutes to get you and your fuck buddy out of this house or I'm calling the cops. You got that?" Eli spoke, his voice filled with irritation, yet agony and betrayl.
Clare's eyes widened as she watched Imogen touch his shoulder with her fingertip. Imogen's bottom lip was bit back, lust in her eyes. She stared up at Eli, glancing at Clare for a split second, before scoffing obnoxiously.
"Oh Elijah, it's like you traded in a mercedes for a pick up truck. How cute."
Without even thinking clearly, Clare had pushed Eli behind her, and pointed a stern finger in Imogen's face, "Listen you, you're the asshole that cheated and lost out on the best guy in the world! He takes on robbers, criminals, rapists, bullets, and what do you do? Prance around half naked and cheat? Show some goddamn respect for yourself and put on clothes, and get the hell out of his house! It's funny how you can live with yourself knowing that you're the reason he cries, and that you're the reason why it'll take him years to find trust in another woman. You've broken a spirit, and now, the only thing you can do for him is one last favor."
Eli was appauled by Clare's sudden outburst, but couldn't deny that any of the words she woke wasn't true.
"What?" Imogen spat, giving Clare-a woman she didn't even know-the dirtiest look her emotionless face could muster up.
"Get the fuck out."
"Truth or dare?"
Eli swirled around the vodka in his mouth, before swallowing, feeling the burn overcome the pain.
Clare hummed a little, took another chug of her beer, and muttered, "Truth."
"Why did you defend me in front of Imogen?" He asked bluntly, staring into her shiny blue eyes, wondering what were the thoughts flowing around in that head.
"I-I...I just knew you didn't have the heart to tell her how you feel. But, sometimes you need to stand up for someone when they can't do it themselves. Even though it hurts to tell the one you love that they're hurting you, it had to be done so you could move on. I'm sorry about my behavior, I'm really never that hyped up and arrogant." Clare admited, moving closer to Eli on the couch in order to feel the heat that was coming from the fireplace.
"What's your story?" He asked, downing another glass, feeling more word vomit inching up his throat.
"What do you mean?" Clare's curls bounced, as she watched the fire rise, sparking and falling to the ashes.
"Before we...you know...'met', who were you? What happened to make you the way you are? Sweet, kind, funny, cute, but also at the same time strong, willing to jump in front of a bullet." Eli teased, elbowing her side gently.
They stared at the fire, the scent of Clare's curls making Eli's ears perk up a bit, enjoying her presence. He had to admit that she'd only been in his life for a short while, and although his heart was aching for Imogen's love, he wasn't going to block out the interest in Clare.
If Imogen could move on, why can't he try?
"Clare...do you trust me?" Eli whispered beside Clare's ear, making her skin crawl in delight from his cool breath.
"Of course I trust you, you're a cop...you're the best kind of person to trust." Clare teased, biting back her bottom lip, wondering what he was going to do. He seemed a bit off, just staring into her eyes.
Eli had fought so hard to keep his lips off of hers, but the attraction was stronger than a magnet to a refrigerator. Imogen had been on his mind; her body, her devilish smile, and her heart breaking tactics. But as he stares in the eyes of a woman he had taken a bullet for, he feels nothing but his lips curling into a smile.
"I'm going to kiss you, okay?" He asks, inching towards the two plump lips. The smirk is instant on Eli's face when he listens to Clare's breathing hitch, their faces less than inches apart.
"Kiss me." She breaths out, and in the heat of the moment, their lips crash, tongues colliding, bodies slamming against one another.
The vodka and alcohol had completely taken over the broken lovers. Eli's tongue was practically hanging out of his mouth as he stared the woman before him down like predator and prey. Clare's insides felt as if they were on fire as she tore off her every ounce of clothing she had on...
Buzz
Buzz
Buzz
An obnoxiously loud vibration filled echoed the houses walls as Clare stirred a bit on (what seemed to be) a couch, wondering what had happened last night.
A lake...Imogen...then nothing.
Perhaps she walked home.
That assumption was long gone when she had opened her eyelids, getting a full view of Eli's bare torso beneath her body. Her heart felt caught in her throat as she read the tattoo across his chest.
"Love is like Russian Roulette, take your best shot."
When Eli had begun to stir, Clare's immediate thought was to fake sleeping until she could decide what to do. He had moaned a little, showing he was awake. Through the corner of Clare's eyes, she could see Eli observing the situation before him.
What surprised her, was he only laced his arms around her waist, and gripped her even tighter.
He wasn't letting go.
END OF CHAPTER 7
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