Hey guys! First off, I want to thank all of you guys for reviewing/subscribing/alerting this story. It's been a long journey of emotions through this story, and I'm proud to say it was one of my favorites. This is indeed the final chapter, and I do not plan on doing a sequel, considering I'm closing up all my stories, to get ready for a new story, along with several others coming in the summer. So, Please Enjoy The Final Chapter of "You Found Me"...

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Warning: Lots of flashbacks and time skips.

Warning #2: This is a long chapter (as in-the longest chapter I've ever written in my writing career on fanfiction), so perhaps plan it out by taking breaks at certain spots (:

Also: I'm not experienced with weddings, so if I do/say things out of order...don't mind me, just go along with it :)

You Found Me

TWO YEARS LATER

CLARE

"Oh my god Clare it's so big! Ah! It's so shinny! I'm so happy for you two!" Fiona squealed, while examining the ring on my finger. Eli had taken me out last night, and he told me we had to take the train there. I was completely oblivious as to what he was going to do, but Fiona, along with Adam knew and were awaiting impatiently for my call of celebration.

"Tell me how it happened again Clare! It makes me blush each time," Fiona smiled, as I sighed, "Well...let me start from when I got out of work..."

"Eli! They gave me the promotion!" I shouted happily, adrenaline running through my veins as Eli appeared from our room. He approached me with a smile on his face as he wrapped his arms around me, whispering, "I'm so proud of you Clare...you deserved it. All that hard work finally paid off, huh?"

I moved back, to place a quick kiss on his lips, "Yes it did...and thanks to you, I finally got my writing back on track. The manager of the newspaper is taking a vacation to start a family, and she's...Eli, she's letting me manage the New York Times."

"WHAT? ARE YOU SERIOUS?" Eli flashed me the pudding face, as I nodded, jumping up and down slightly, trying to refrain myself from breaking anything, "Yes! She said she loved my writing for the past year, and believes I have the stability and authority to run the place! I'm just...I don't know what to feel right now!"

"Let's celebrate!" he said quickly, not even thinking about it as he threw off his shirt, and started to put on his suit hanging up in the main closet.

I walked into our bedroom, opening the walk-in closet that Eli let me share with him after renovating it. I rummaged through dresses, but a state of confusion hit me when I didn't know what to wear, "Eli? Eli, where are we going out? Should I dress fancy or...?"

"Put on whatever you want, you look beautiful and perfect in anything," he whispered from the door, and I was shocked to see he was already dressed, his suit on and a...a metro card in hand?

"We're not taking your car?" I asked shyly, as he shook his head, "I think it's time for the both of us to take a little train ride..."

"O-okay."

40 MINUTES LATER

"I can't believe you're taking me out to dinner in Times Square! You don't have to do this, you know?" I said, glancing at Eli, as he smirked down at me. I sighed happily, leaning my head on his shoulder, "I don't have to...but you deserve it, beautiful."

There was a young teenage couple sitting across from us. I could swear the boy looked so familiar, and then when he smiled, it all clicked, "Z-zig?"

"Clare! I haven't seen you in so long, how have you been? You look so much better, more alive...more, filled out," he smirked, gripping onto a girls hand that was sitting beside him, "I'm doing better, I'm writing for the Times now if you ever get around to reading it. But anyways, how've you been? You look so grown up."

"I'm doing good, and even better as each minute goes by with my angel by my side," he said, pecking the girls forehead as she blushed, "Is this the girl you were talking about two years ago at the Dot that night? Oh my, you're one lucky girl. He really loves you, so much."

"Thank you, I know. I don't know how I got so lucky," she quipped, as I interlocked my hand with Eli's, "If you don't mind me asking, are you two...married?"

"No, no we aren't...but, we're happily in love. Aren't we, Eli?" I looked over at Eli, to see him shyly nod, before getting lost in his own thoughts. I knew he didn't take his medication this morning, because he was running late to the auto shop, but for him to go completely blank at a time like this would be unacceptable. He kept his other hand buried in his pocket, while his leg shook nervously.

"Well, this is our stop. Don't be shy to stop at the Dot every now and then, Spinner misses you," Zig joked, before waving and exiting the train with his girlfriend clinging to his side. I sighed, looking at Eli, "Are you okay honey? Do you want to go back home?"

"We're only one stop away, I'm not backing out of this now," he said, his voice shaky as I whispered, "It's just a dinner Eli...we could always celebrate at home, watch the Titanic and Twilight series? It's fine if you don't feel well Eli."

"I'm fine...just, just nervous," I gulped, "About what?"

"Oh look! It's our stop already, let's go," Eli grabbed my hand, pulling me out of the train. My eyes narrowed, realizing we must've gotten caught up and missed our stop at Times Square. We most certainly were not at Times Square, but at the train station. The station where everything unraveled.

"I don't want to be here," I said nervously, my palms beginning to sweat as the harsh memories raced through my head, "E-Eli please, I want to go back home or...just back on the train, please."

"No, I have to do something Clare."

"We got off the wrong stop Eli," I whined, as he continued to lead me through the sea of people, our hands never losing embrace.

My heart stopped when we came to a halt, our eyes both glancing upon the wall that Eli had found me up against two years and a month...to this day. I swallowed the lump in my throat as Eli stood in front of me, taking my hand gently in his, "Clare, it's been a while since you've been here...and I know it hurts you to be here, but I want to put this in the past. This shouldn't be a place that you fear to go by, it should be a place you smile at when you walk by. I'm happy to say that I found you here, I found my life here. The second I saw you, my heart was in a tailspin. It was the happiest tailspin I've been in for a long time."

A blush burned my cheeks, as he continued, "You mean the world to me Clare, you know that. Honestly, if I never found you in this spot, I don't know where I would be. I could've been dead, given up on life. But you gave me hope to survive, your smile, your laugh, everything about you keeps me going. Without you, I'd just be Eli Goldsworthy. But with you, I'm Mr. Elijah Goldsworthy... and now Clare, will you do me a favor and complete me by being my Mrs. Goldsworthy?"

Eli slowly got down on one knee, pulling out a velvet box, and revealing a green and blue stained ring. People began gathering, as tears welled in my eyes. I swallowed the lump in my throat, before choking out, "Y-yes Eli, yes."

My hand shook as he slipped the ring on my finger, then shot up from his kneeling position to snake his arms around my waist, and plant a hard, love-filled kiss upon my lips. The crowd around us cheered, hollering for Eli, mummers of 'oh my god, that's so cute!' and 'look at that ring-it's huge!'.

I smiled, pulling away and locking my eyes with his, "I l-love you...so much."

"As do I, my soon to be Mrs. Clare Goldsworthy."

"Ah! It gets better every time Clare!" Fiona squealed, pulling me out of my re-explained memory, "You must've felt so alive after that! And he even created a newer, happier memory for you when you go by that spot."

"There's not a doubt in my mind that whenever I go past it, a smile will creep up on my face," my heart raced, remembering how Eli and I held onto each other last night like it was the end of the world. We fell asleep after a celebratory dinner filled with laughs, smiles, and care free ramble.

"I'm so happy for you guys Clare," Fiona embraced me, before saying, "So...when are you guys planning to have the wedding? Who's going to be your maid of honor? Oh, and I'm sure Adam is going to be Eli's best man? We can invite all the guys from the auto-shop, it'll be great! Aren't you excited?"

A tear pricked my eyes when I said, "I-I am happy...I'm really excited but, but my parents..."

"You won't need them Clare, you'll have the time of your life without them," she said, a reassuring smile on her face as I asked, "W-who's going to walk me down the isle? I'll just have to walk down it alone?"

A wave of nausea filled my stomach as I remembered my past, and how my parents had given up on me so quickly during my first downfall in my teenage years. How, they sent me to the nut house, and never cared...

"No matter who you walk beside Clare, Eli will only be staring at you," Fiona smiled, patting my shoulder, "Now...as for the wedding planning, can I...? You know...? Please, can I help you plan it?"

"Of course Fi, I wouldn't trust anybody else but you," in all honesty, I was blind on how a wedding even goes, so Fiona was my only choice.

But, I was excited for this nonetheless.

I watched as Fiona opened her closet door, piles of albums and papers flying out. My eyes bulged slightly when she slammed them down on the kitchen table and said, "Clare Edwards, I am going to make your wedding my bitch."

The Wedding...

CLARE

"Clare, just relax, Eli's going to...he's going to be speechless," Cece spoke in her smooth, motherly tone, as my heart beat continued to drastically pound throughout my head. My wedding dress was picked out by myself, but fixed by Fiona, which I thank the lord for her everyday for doing. Without her, this wedding wouldn't be possible. She was the ring leader, and we all loved having her in charge.

"You think so? I really don't want to disappoint him," I shakily said, as Cece gripped my shaking hands, "He loves you Clare, so much. He probably wouldn't care if you walked down that isle in sweat pants and converse shoes."

I smiled nervously, "Thank you so much Cece...for everything you've done these past few months helping with the wedding. You've been more of a mother to me for the past months than my mother has her whole life. S-she gave up on me, but you and Eli, and even Bullfrog, never did. Thank you for making my life...possible."

"Oh sweetheart, you're making my eyeliner run," she wiped her tears, pulling me into a tight embrace, "Oh baby girl you look so beautiful."

"I'm just nervous about...about everything," I whispered honestly, pulling away from our hug and Cece smiled, "I was just as nervous as you when I married Bullfrog. But, when you walk down that isle, all those nerves wash away when you see Eli. I mean, I thought I was going to throw up before I walked down the isle, but no, when I gripped onto my fathers arm, and saw Bullfrog up there with his cheesy smile, I knew I would be okay. It'll hit you Clare, just give it time."

"Cece," I said, before she could walk out the door, "Yes Clare?"

"Can I ask you something...weird?" I asked, intertwining my hands as she smiled, "Sure Clare, what is it?"

"I um...the honeymoon is tonight. Eli is taking me somewhere, and I just don't want to disappoint him Cece. That's the last thing I want to do, but every time I think about our night, I get happy because it's with Eli, but then I get sad because I remember Drew. I don't know what to do," I took a seat in front of the mirror, looking in the reflection, "Honeymoon jitters huh?"

Cece kneeled in front of me, smiling, taking my hands in hers, "Trust me baby girl, when I tell you that tonight will be magical, for the both of you. Whether you decide to...you know, make babies or not."

I blushed, as Cece continued, "I'm in no rush for any grandchildren, although a little Eli and Clare mixed together would be cute to babysit, there's no pressure here tonight. Eli loves you Clare, so much. You just have to keep reminding yourself that no matter what, love will pull you through anything."

"You always say the right thing," I wrapped my arms around her neck, sighing into the embrace, feeling a little less nervous about tonight.

"Knock knock," Bullfrog poked his head into the room, a grin on his face, "It's time Clare."

"Ready?" Cece asked, and I took one more look at the mirror, before walking out in front of Bullfrog.

My arm was snaked around Bullfrogs arm, as I gripped onto his forearm tightly, "Be careful there Clarabelle, you might turn me into a cripple with a grip like that." I giggled tensely, asking, "I-Is it bad to feel so nervous?"

The piano began to play, as Bullfrog smiled, "It's perfectly fine. Eli was a mess while waiting, he was worse than you! Trust me, the kid wouldn't stop talking and fixing his hair. So if you will, tell the brat his hair looks good when you get to the altar."

"If I can even think straight, I'll tell him," I whispered, as Bullfrog said, "Well, here goes nothing. Just remember, everyone in the church is looking at me, and how handsome I look in my tux...not you."

I smiled happily, "Thank you for easing up the nerves Bullfrog, and walking me up the isle today."

"You're like a daughter to me Clare, I would walk you up the isle any marriage," he joked, as I gave him one last squeeze, before the church doors opened and I looked out upon the church.

Everything was filled with bright, vibrant colors that symbolized love, happiness, and eternal peace. Flowers were plastered around the altar, creating a halo symbol. I swallowed the lump in my throat, as everyone I passed was smiling at me, mumbling things like 'she looks so beautiful' and 'Eli is one lucky son of a bitch'.

"Almost there Clare," Bullfrog whispered, as I nodded, and when Eli finally came into full view, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment when I saw his lips tugged up in a smirk, and his cheeks tinted red. His eyes were glistened, a shine almost blinding me as I was now only about a few inches away from him.

I turned to Bullfrog, placing a kiss on his cheek, and thanking him, as he eyed Eli, "I'm trusting you with my daughter kid, don't screw this up. The wedding may proceed." I have no idea what we'd all do without Bullfrogs sarcasm, even at a time like this.

Eli held out his hand, and I took it shakily.

We stood on the altar, a priest before us as Eli slowly lifted my veil, letting it flow down behind me. He sighed, looking into my eyes, and mouthing "you look so beautiful Clare".

For once in my life, I wasn't thinking about Drew, or how much he had ruined my life. Without him, I wouldn't have been able to be standing on this altar today, getting ready to marry the love of my life.

"We are gathered here today to join a couple in holy matrimony," the priest began to speak, and as the wedding progressed, all I was doing (unconsciously might I add) was blocking out all the priests' words and staring into Eli's eyes. He was just so fascinating to me, and my eyes wouldn't let me look away for a moment.

"Now, the couple has decided to exchange their own vows," I swallowed the lump in my throat, nerves beginning to get the best of me, considering a crowd of over two hundred people were staring at us, waiting for one of us to speak first. The priest smiled at Eli, who said, "O-oh, okay, I'll go first."

Our hands were interlocked, as he began to speak, everyone's eyes on him, "Clare, I'm not going to stand up here and to tell you how beautiful, amazing, and kind hearted you are, because I know that you don't want me to do that. So, I'm going to tell you how lucky I was to find you that day at the train station. Without you, my life would've been nothing compared to how it's turned out now. You've taught me to forgive, to forget, and to hold onto memories that mean the most to me. You've taught me how to love again, how to trust, and how to believe that love is still real. You're the only one who understand me, and can read me like a book when I can't myself. I'm so thankful to have you in my life, and I thank you, for saying yes to me when I asked you to marry me. This is just a new beginning in our book, that I plan on expanding the pages until it bursts."

The people in the church giggled, as Eli continued, "You're my everything Clare, and without my everything, I'd be nothing. I can honestly say, that I love you so much, and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

"Now Clare," the priest smiled at me, as I nervously began, "Eli..."

My chest began to tighten, but when I glanced at Cece, then Fiona, while they signaled me to keep breathing and relax. I squinted my eyes when I saw a petite figure at the back of the church, holding onto a little girls hand. It was Imogen, and Bella. Imogen smiled, while mouthing "You go girl! I'm so proud of you!" Tears were in her eyes, and Bella was smiling, while waving like the beautiful, respectful child she was.

I looked at Imogen nervously, as she gestured her hands towards Eli's direction, and mouthed, "Relax, breathe. You can do this Clare!"

For the first time, I listened, took a deep breath, and started to speak, "Eli, ever since the day I met you in high school, we had something special. We might've separated for a while, and lost our way without each other. We struggled, and struggled, and struggled to find a place in this world where we were so used to things and people being taken away from us. But, we found each other Eli. We let fate run its course, and what happened between us when we were apart just made us stronger. I know that without you, I definitely wouldn't have survived, and I don't know where I'd be today. You changed my world Eli, you made me the better person. I've learned so much from you, trust, love, compassion, comfort, and the most important thing...to communicate. The best days of my life will be spending the rest of my life with you, but the number one thing, would be telling everybody that the reason how we met again...was because, you found me."

"AW!" The crowd had cheered, standing up and clapping their hands even though it wasn't supposed to happen like that.

Tears pricked my eyes as the priest smiled, before saying, "Do you, Elijah Goldsworthy, take Clare, tobe your wedded wife, to live together in marriage. Do you promise to love, comfort, honor and keep her. For better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health. And forsaking all others, be faithful only to her so long as you both shall live?"

"I do."

"And do you, Clare-."

"I DO!" I shouted, interrupting the priest, a shocked expression on his face as I wrapped my arms around Eli's neck, bringing him in for a kiss. The moment our lips met, everybody in the church rose, as Fiona took snapshots, along with the professional photographer she insisted we hire for the wedding. I continued to kiss Eli, wrapping my arms around him as tightly as I could, and I giggled, hearing the priest say, "...you may kiss the bride."

Everyone smiled, as I apologized, but he sighed happily, "Happens all the time darling, don't worry about it. You two love birds enjoy yourselves."

"Oh I will," Eli mummered, bringing me in for another kiss as flashes went off, whether it be cellphones or fancy cameras.

But Cece was right, all that mattered, was Eli and I.

"I can't believe Adam asked Fiona to marry him at our wedding! I totally didn't see it coming, did you?" I asked Eli, as we had our hands interlocked, walking out of the airport, "For the thousandth time Clare, yes I did and I helped him pick out the ring."

"It was just so adorable Eli, he was down on one knee and oh! I can't! I'm blushing just thinking about it," Eli smirked at my words, "So you get all giddy when Adam proposses to Fiona, but when I propose..."

"Oh shut up Eli, you know I couldn't stop crying the whole time we were at the resturant," his lobsided smile tilted, "Yeah, I guess those tears count."

"I'm so glad Cece reccomended I wear an after dress, that wedding gown was beautiful, but so itchy," I giggled, watching Eli grab our luggage and say, "Now that we're here, it's our time to celebrate. I got a hotel, in which I think you'll enjoy."

"Honestly Eli, if we were both abandoned in the street and we spent our honeymoon walking around a park, I wouldn't care...just as long as I'm with you," our hands swung back and forth, as Eli hauled over a taxi. We both scooted in, Eli letting me slide in first as he told the driver where to go, but he spoke lowly so I couldn't hear him.

"E-Eli come on, where are we?" I asked, as the taxi driver smiled, "You are only lucky lady madam, you are headed to the fanciest hotel in this place!"

Even the taxi driver was hiding the place we were from me.

Eli had taken me to the airport, blindfolded. And, he had put earplugs in my ears, blasting my music when the plane announced where we were landing. All I knew was that Fiona was in charge of my honeymoon packing, so I didn't know what to expect from this place.

"Here's a hint," Eli said, leaning in and pecking my lips, "What's the hint?"

"That's the hint."

"It's going to be a long honeymoon..."

ELI

Clare's eyes widened in astonishment as she finally realized where we were, "Really Eli? Seriously? How did you even...? Why would you do this for me?"

I smiled at her, linking my right arm around her waist, pulling her tightly to my side, "I knew that your last honeymoon was spent at a trailer park motel, and you always told me this was your favorite place in the world that you never got to go to...so, I thought, why not?"

"Eli," tears were streaming down her face, "No no no no! No tears will be shed on this honeymoon of ours, it's all about me...you...and us."

I wiped away her tears, as she giggled, gripping onto my forearm, "I-I can't believe you bought me to the Bahamas...Eli, I've always wanted to go here, I told you when we were dating back in high school, how could you remember?"

"Let's just say, important things I really don't tend to forget," I kissed her, before saying, "...and tomorrow, after a night of love together, you, my pretty lady get a private session with me to swim with the dolphins."

"No! No way! Are you kidding me?" Clare wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me repeatedly as I smirked, "Alright Mrs. Goldsworthy, the sun is setting, which means we have to get to our hotel room."

"Eli, no more surprises okay? You're going to spoil me rotten."

Little did she know, this was only the beginning of her being spoiled to the core.

The sun was setting, the beautiful sunset in clear view for Clare and Eli to ponder at each time they pulled away from each other's lips.

Clare was beneath Eli, her tight after-dress that showed off her curves off perfectly and Eli's shirt and boxers being the only clothes separating them. The two lovers were lost in another world, lust and love overpowering reality.

"Eli," she breathes, the rose petals on the bed getting caught in her auburn curls, "Yeah?"

"I love you...so...so much," she whispered truthfully, as she smiled, her hormones raging through her body walls. The feelings he was giving her, caused Clare to go in a temporary frenzy. She had never felt this way with Drew, so loved, so protected so...real.

"I-I want to take my dress off Eli," she stuttered, her nerves almost stopping her from saying what she really wanted to do. Eli stood up, Clare following right behind him, as he turned her slowly towards the horizon. He kissed her shoulder blade, his lips kissing each part of her revealed skin with each gentle pull of the zipper on her dress. Her breathing hitched when she knew Eli could see her bare back, which was covered in fading fingernail scars from Drew, but Clare's worries were put to rest when she heard Eli whisper, "Beautiful."

Clare slowly slipped out of the dress, Eli watching her every move.

Eli had to lay down in the king-sized bed to get a good view, as Clare stood nervously beside the bed, her hands covering her chest, and at the same time she wished she had three hands to cover her panties. He smirked at her, "Typical Clare Goldsworthy...caring more about what other people may think, when in reality, you have no idea what I'm thinking."

"I'm sorry I'm not model material," she said, and Eli chuckled, "Do I look like I need a trophy wife? After all, I mean, I have you so you always top the trophy wife..."

Her blush was obvious, but Eli didn't want to point it out, worried for the sake of her conscious, "S-so Mr. Goldsworthy, are you going to shed any clothes or am I the only one going to be embarrassed by my spouse?"

"Don't be embarrassed," Eli insisted, as she sighed, "It's hard not to be-I'm used to-."

Eli cut her off, his lips pressing against her quivering ones, trying his best to put her nervous butterflies and doubt to rest. Clare moaned into the kiss, unintentionally of course, and she whispered, "I-I'm sorry, I-I'm so sorry...I didn't mean to-."

He cupped her cheeks, wiping away the tears, "Moaning is a good thing Clare...trust me...I want to hear your response to me, I want to hear every little squeak, chuckle, groan, and even if you want to yell at me for doing something stupid...I want to hear you."

Within moments, Eli was down to only his boxers, as his hands began to trace the outline of her beautiful curves, in which he knew was worth the wait for touching. Because right now, he was lost in the world of bliss, where only he and Clare existed.

Clare quickly jerked her body back, out of instinct, "B-before we do this...together, I just...I have to make sure of something."

"Yes, my love?" he intertwined their fingers tightly together, as they both stood shakily, their breaths filling the air. She smiled at him, before lowering her crossed arms from her chest, "I-I just want to make sure Eli, you don't...you know, you don't hit me, right? You don't like to...to do stuff like that, right?"

"Clare Goldsworthy," he curled a strand of her hair behind her ear, "I would never...ever place a hand on you violently. This night, right now, is all about you Clare, and hitting you, is not an option. You're my world Clare, I don't plan on turning it upside down."

"I love you," Eli was taken by surprise when she lunged at him, her body towering over his, her skin rubbing against his. The friction was obviously getting Eli hot and bothered, but that didn't stop Clare from teasing him, placing tiny kisses on his abs, and nipping gently at his neck. She knew very well that after two years of dating, his weakness was his neck. He gave into it each time, a moan always escaping his lips from her treatment.

"Hm, you smell so good Clare," he breathed into her neck, as she continued to rock her hips into his throbbing pelvic region, "Alright my little minx, I think it's your turn to feel a little of what I'm going through."

Eli gripped her sides, a giggle escaping her lips as he quickly maneuvered on top of her, while she bit her lip, enjoying the view of Eli's chest and his bulging erection. She had to say, this was different, she wanted it, she wanted every piece of Eli, every which way she could get him.

"Relax," he kissed her tense hip bones, sucking lightly on the skin beneath the outline of her panties, "I want to get you ready for..."

Clare nodded eagerly, her head rolling back into the pillow, a moan escaping her lips as he watched his newly wedded wife finally relax, and get into the act about to take place. He smiled, knowing he had this kind of effect on Clare.

"Arch your back for me," he whispered seductively, as Clare obeyed to his orders, trusting him wholeheartedly.

She knew that whatever he was going to do, was for the benefit of her. He always put Clare before himself, no matter what situation or predicament. She was his first priority, and for the first time, Clare was one hundred percent okay with that.

Clare raised her hips up, as her husband started to tug at her panties. She watched his every move, silently wishing that these actions wouldn't be so utterly embarrassing, but they were married, so they would have to get used to this sooner or later.

"Hm, so beautiful," he mumbled, before tossing her panties on the floor, and placing a tentative kiss over her bundle of nerves.

His tongue had worked wonders on her, and he knew it too, he was smug and conceited about it, but Clare loved it. She loved the feeling of his tongue swirling around the one place she had never received enough attention from Drew. All he ever did was ram into her, not caring about how she wasn't ready, emotionally or physically.

Clare laced her fingers around Eli's locks, tugging gently every time he would apply more pressure to her clit with the pad of his thumb. Her heart raced so quickly she heard it in her head, pounding roughly against her sensitive ears.

Eli watched his wife as she experienced her first ever orgasm with him, and he wished he could've recorded it. No, not to jerk off to in the near future, but to hold onto, for memory. Her back was arched high in the air, her one fist gripping Eli's hair tightly, while the other clenched the white sheets beneath them. Eli smirked, knowing that he could physically give her what she deserved. Clare however, was in a clouded haze, where she only saw stars in front of her vision and her legs were still shaking from the pleasure.

"You okay?" he asked, and she nodded, closing her eyes for a brief moment, before whispering, "I'm amazing...thanks to you."

Clare was so into him, so immensely in love with him, that the next step she took, he never even saw coming, "N-no Clare...y-you don't have to. O-or, o-or if you want to...I really don't care, whatever you want to do."

"You pleasured me, now I pleasure you...it's only fair, we're a team now, remember?" He nodded, watching his lovely and daring wife tug at the line of his boxers. He laughed when Clare's breath got caught up in her mouth, "What? Too small for you?" he joked.

"N-n-no...you're like...Eli it looks like a fucking subway foot long," she teased, as he smirked, "Well, I'm sorry it can't be a sandwich for your sick, twisted needs Clare."

She smiled, "What you are, is exactly what I want...nothing more, nothing less."

Clare placed a kiss on his lips, sliding her tongue through his panting lips, as she gripped his cock with a slightly tug, causing him to moan, "F-fuck Clare." She smiled, stroking her left hand over his abs, feeling them quiver beneath her nimble hand, while the other moved over his pulsing member.

Eli watched intently as she continued to stroke him, and he couldn't help but chuckle, noticing her intense glare at his cock. She was just trying to do her best for him, trying to give him what he gave her, pleasure.

She felt Eli's body tense above her, as his lips stopped nipping on her neck, and what happened next, made Clare smile with confidence. She felt the warm liquid cover her right hand, "O-oh shit Clare, sorry. I should've stopped you before I...well, you know."

"N-no, it's perfectly fine Eli, I did it...you can too," she pulled him into a kiss, distracting him while she rubbed his remains onto the side of the bed. Clare was all about being risky tonight, but swallowing that was not one her to-do list.

Clare inhaled sharply, gasping when she felt Eli's shaft against her entrance, teasing her. At first, she had thought about stopping, about calling it a night and backing out. She was nervous, completely and utterly afraid that he wouldn't like what she had to offer.

"Are you ready, Mrs. Goldsworthy?" Clare swallowed the lump in her throat, before he kissed her, reassuring her negative thoughts, "I-I'm ready when you are...Mr. Goldsworthy."

Their heavy pants, lips smashing, and skin slapping noises filled the air, as Eli sucked on Clare's earlobe, knowing she loved when he did that. It was always her secret spot, that was her weakness. The two knew everything about each other, down to the main knowledge to the tiniest detail.

"I love you so much."

They kept repeating it in sync with each other as he pounded into her core with the gentlest touch he could muster at the moment, considering his hips were jerking into her hip bones faster than he could stop them. He trusted her to tell him to stop if it hurt, but Clare seemed far from that line because all she was doing was moaning, kissing her husband, and enjoying herself.

She was having the time of her life with him, and vice versa.

"Hm," Clare bit back her bottom lip, trying to hold back on the soon to be outrageously loud moan. But Eli wouldn't stand for it, so he brought his lips to hers with force, breaking the tension in her face as she broke the kiss, with a yelp.

His cock slid inside and out of her, the friction between the two making beads of sweat roll down Eli's forehead, and Clare feel like she was on fire. Her lower region was boiling, and Eli's hip thrusts were at this point, beyond control. Her body was feeding him the ecstasy he craved for, but at the same time, his body was giving her all she ever needed...Love, passion, lust, and loyalty.

Their shaking hands interlocked above Clare's head, as he kissed her neck, to her forearms, while taking in every moan she let loose. When Eli looked down at his wife, all flustered and beautiful, he knew that he had something to live for now. She was it, she held the key to his heart, she was the butter to his bread, and she was his everything. He felt her hand give a tight squeeze, their wedding rings clanking together as her walls tighten around his cock, "O-oh my god..."

Eli groaned, following quickly after Clare, her legs shaking with bliss around Eli's waist. He spilled into her, filling her up as she smiled, moaning out in relief. He breathed out, leaning his head on her warm chest. He was engulfed and completely blinded by the bliss, that he barely realized that the sun had gone down.

Clare giggled, raking her fingers through his sweaty, jet black hair, "I-I love you so much Eli."

"I love you too Clare."

He kissed the valley between her breasts, sighing in contempt as she whispered, "You're the most amazing...handsome...loving...caring...and loyal husband I could have ever asked for. I love you Eli, and I won't ever stop, I hope you know that."

"I was kind of hoping you would never stop, considering we just made this big commitment with a wedding and all," he teased, kissing her plump, sore lips.

Comfortable silence filled the air, the two only hearing their pounding heart beats. Clare took this as a moment to thank him one again for his gratitude, and love for her, "You know...I'm so...so glad you found me at that train station."

"For some reason Mrs. Goldsworthy, I always had a feeling I'd find you again."

They both leaned into a kiss, before they both said at the same time, without knowing the collision would occur, "I'm so happy you found me."

END OF YOU FOUND ME

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