Fic: Pour Into Me - Noah/Elle - Nc-17

[withimpunity]

Title: Pour Into Me
Pairing: Noah/Elle
Rating: Nc-17
Words: 1687
Table/ Prompt: Places Theme Table / kitchen for mission_insane. My table.
"Your place is nice," Noah says conversationally as he waits for Elle to get the files she'd taken from Bob's office. It's strange; he's never thought of Elle's life outside the company, or away from Bob for that matter. He feels stupid for thinking that way now, but the thought that Elle might have a life away from being a lab experiment had simply never crossed his mind. He's never been able to get the image of a seven year old girl writhing and shrieking on a table at the hands of her own father out of his head. It's not that he can't imagine Elle having a life outside of the company -- he can't imagine Elle having any life at all. It's amazing she's still standing.

"It should be," Elle flashes a bitter, half-smile as she appears from out of the bedroom, sitting a box full of files on the floor before walking into the tiny kitchen for a drink. "I don't spend much time here. Daddy likes to keep an eye on me, you know. But I had to have my own place." Elle's voice fades as her thoughts wander for a moment, but she catches them quickly enough and flashes Noah a faux grin as she pours two glasses of wine.

"I really don't think that's a good idea," Noah says as Elle walks around the bar and holds a glass out to him, blinking those round, blue eyes when he tries to reject her offer. "We have business to take care of, Elle." He says again, but takes the glass out of her hand anyway.

"What else is new?" She replies tiredly, pushing her strappy sandals off with her toes, curling her feet underneath her as she plops on the couch. "And quit hovering, you're making me nervous."

Noah's forehead creases, but he can't remember the last time he actually sat down, so he gives in to Elle temporarily and sits next to her on the over-stuffed sofa. He raises the wine glass, closing his eyes as he waves it under his nose and inhales the heady bouquet of flavors before pouring it in between his lips.

"Mmm," He moans softly, giving a slight nod of satisfaction. "What is it?"

The corners of Elle's mouth twitch and a grin flashes across her face for a second as she enthusiastically scoots closer to him. "Pinot Noir," She watches Noah's mouth intently as he raises the glass to his lips and tastes the wine once more. "The first bottle of wine I ever bought."

Noah thinks he should probably feel awkward about Elle telling him this; the way she says it makes it seem like more than it is, intimate somehow, but he hasn't had really good red wine in a long time and this is really good, so he ignores whatever it is that's telling him to feel uncomfortable and allows Elle to pour him another glass.

Half an hour later, he's still sitting on Elle's couch, drinking the fantastic Pinot Noir she informed him she bought five years again in Marseilles after bagging a firestarter with Bob; only by now they've abandoned their glasses, taking turns drinking out of the tall, burgundy bottle instead. The tension has melted out of Noah's body and his arms have fallen limp to his side as he watches Elle's fingers curl around the neck of the wine bottle. Her eyes close as she swallows down another generous amount, then her tongue darts out across stained lips, licking away any spare drops.

"We have," Noah says as he removes his glasses, cleaning them unnecessarily on his shirt. "work to do. I think we've had enough."

Elle purses her lips in a pout and leans forward to reach for the bottle in spite of him, but Noah grabs her arm before she reaches it, yanking her back onto the couch. He yanks a bit too hard though, pulling Elle right into his lap, and a drunken giggle escapes Elle's lips as she squirms to get away from him, though her efforts lack determination.

"Oops," Noah chuckles darkly, staring down at Elle's pretty, pink cheeks and bright blue eyes as he holds her up with the crook of his arm, his expression slowly turning stoic. His body is too warm -- from the delicious, expensive red wine and from something else entirely. "This is your fault, you know." He murmurs, barely loud enough for her to hear.

"What is?" Elle grins and then Noah's lips are pressing against hers, swallowing her laughter and stealing the air from her lungs, kissing her slowly, as if he's not sure he should be doing this, but isn't willing to stop.  

"S'all your fault," He murmurs against her dark red, wine- stained lips as he threads his fingers through her soft hair and pulls her closer, pushing his tongue into her mouth as his fingers curl around her thigh.

Elle's kissed other men before, lots of them. They were always eager enough and she was curious, so why not? This kiss is different though. The way Noah's fingers curl around her hip as he licks the roof of her mouth is almost possessive; the way he runs his hand up the back of her shirt and gracefully unfastens her bra steals away her breath. Each time he claims her mouth in another kiss it becomes deeper, rougher, needier. His hands roam over every inch of her body, pushing up her blouse to cup a lace covered breast in his large hand, and Elle has to close her eyes and focus the energy inside of her so that she doesn't slip and cause an accident. That might make Noah stop and she doesn't want him to do that. Not now, not ever.

"Noah," she whispers next to his ear, excitement crackling at the tips of her fingernails as she moves her body against his. Stubble scratches against her lips as she drags them along the curve of his jaw.  "Can I have you?"

The hand covering her breast stills and Noah's lips curve around the shell of her ear. "Are you sure?" He whispers, not waiting for her to answer as he drags the zipper on the back of her skirt down and slides the material off her hips. Elle nods and stands in front of him, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth nervously, slipping off her panties before climbing back on the couch and straddling him.

"Are you sure?" Noah asks again, this time taking her face between his large, rough hands, pressing his lips gently at the corner of her mouth. Elle nods again with a delighted look on her face and that's good enough for him. He lifts her up, slides his slacks down to his knees and lowers Elle's tight body down on his erection, his fingernails digging into the threads of the couch as her muscles clench and tighten around him.

"God," Noah groans low and deep as he begins to move inside of her, and Elle throws her head back, singing the upholstery with the tips of her fingers as Noah pushes his cock deep inside of her, pulling her back to him in an even deeper kiss. "So goddamn tight," he growls against her mouth as his hands slide down her back and his fingers leave pretty bruises on her pale skin.

"Noah," she cries out as he thrust into her, causing her limbs to tremble and her fingers to itch with the burning need for release.

"Do it," Noah growls against her ear, wrapping his fingers around her tiny wrist as he places her palm flat against his chest.

"Really?" Elle's breath is coming out in short, erratic breaths and she can feel Noah's heart racing beneath her fingers. The crackle of electricity vibrates beneath her skin and she trembles in his arms. She has to release some of it before she explodes and its almost like Noah knows, like he wants her to, and its so amazing she almost cries for the first time.

Noah nods once and Elle smiles as her fingers curl against his chest, watching his face as she pours herself into him; watching his back curve into a perfect arch and his mouth fall open as he moans from the mixture of pleasure and hot, searing pain. She's so intent on watching Noah's reaction and focusing on not going too far that she doesn't realize how close she is. When Noah flips her onto her back, draping her legs over his shoulders, it hits her hard, without warning, and she screams, feeling more electric than ever before.

"Elle," Noah gasps sharply, wrapping his arms tightly around her petite frame as he stills for a moment, then thrusts once more, grunting loudly next to her ear as jerks once and spills inside of her.

"I love you," Elle blurts out as Noah collapses on top of her, grimacing immediately and instantly wishing she could take it back.

"No you don't," Noah replies groggily, pushing sweaty hair off of her neck to kiss her salty skin. "You don't know what love is, Elle."

She thinks on this for a moment as she combs her fingers through Noah's hair and tries to remember what it's like to breathe normally.  He's crushing her a little, but she doesn't mind.  This feeling of being smothered she can handle.

"Noah," her voice is uncharacteristically soft when she speaks again and her fingers still on his head.

"Mm?" He murmurs, almost asleep with his head on her chest, arms wrapped around her waist.

"Do...do you think you could show me?"

Noah raises up on his elbows and peers into a pair wide eyes that have never looked so genuinely innocent before this moment, and he kisses her. It's slow and tender, like he's kissing her with purpose, and Elle notices that he doesn't taste like wine anymore. He tastes like Noah and that means he knows exactly what he's doing, and what's amazing is he's still doing it. It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once, and she wonders if he's ever going to answer her of if they're just going to kiss forever. Then Noah's lips move to her neck, throat, breasts, belly, and continue down her body, leaving a trail of wet kisses down the inside of her thigh and this, Elle realizes, is her answer.