Fic: Souvenir, Noah/Elle, NC-17
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withimpunityTitle: Souvenir
Pairing: Noah/Elle
Rating: NC-17 - Adult
Prompt: Noah/Elle "smoke" for The Porn Battle.
Words: 1107
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to NBC, Tim Kring, and other folks that ain't me. For fun only.
Noah leans against the cool brick and sighs, parting his lips for the first cigarette he’s had in years. He closes his eyes as he inhales, trying to push the memories of everything he’s done this week out on the exhale.
“Hey you.” The tension returns to Noah’s back and shoulders when he hears the all too familiar feminine voice, dripping with sarcasm and sadism. Elle.
“Hello, Elle,” He drawls before even opening his eyes. “Shouldn’t you be somewhere?”
“Like where?” She asks and Noah can feel her presence drawing nearer to him, the warmth from her body radiating off of her in waves. He takes his cigarette out of his mouth and opens his eyes finally, glaring into Elle‘s bright blue eyes, wondering why Bob never took the time to teach her about personal space.
“Anywhere else,” He growls. He just wanted five minutes. Five damn minutes to consume all the nicotine he possibly could before he had to go back in there and continue testing the newest subject.
“Aw, don’t be like that, Noah,” Elle purrs, a wicked glint in her eyes as she steals the half-gone cigarette out of his hand, placing it between cherry tinted lips.
“You shouldn’t do that,” Noah replies, putting his hand on Elle’s waist to back her away from him. “It’s a very bad habit to pick up.”
Noah grimaces when Elle exhales smoke in his face. “Oh, what’s one more?” She grins, flicking the cigarette behind her shoulder as she pushes Noah against the wall. She covers his mouth with hers, sliding her tongue into his mouth, lips parted from being taken by surprise, pressing her body flush against his. Noah tastes a combination of bubblegum and nicotine as Elle pushes her tongue down his throat, and his fingers glide through her hair and yank roughly by the roots, pulling her head away to look at him.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He growls. Elle just grins, sparks dancing behind her eyes as she lets her hand drift down his chest and palms his erection. “Elle…”
“Shh,” Elle giggles softly as she drags a manicured nail over the bulge in his slacks, watching with fascination as Noah bites into his bottom lips to keep from giving himself away. “We both need this, Noah.” She whispers on her tiptoes next to his ear, outlining the shell with the tip of her tongue.
Noah’s fingers curl around Elle’s hips as she slides down the zipper on his pants and slips her hand under the elastic of his boxers. A traitorous groan bubbles up from deep in Noah’s throat as her soft fingers curl around his shaft and stroke him teasingly.
“We cannot do this,” Noah mutters, thumb and forefinger pressing hard into Elle’s hipbones through the fabric of her skirt. “Bob…”
“Daddy won’t know anything,” Elle smiles as her thumb passes over the head of his cock, smearing precome down his hot flesh. “No cameras out here to spy on us, Noah. Just us.”
“Just us,” Noah repeats, eyes rolling into the back of his head as Elle’s nails scrape lightly down his balls.
“Just us,” Elle beams, removing her hand from Noah’s slacks, taking his face between her hands to kiss him. She kisses like she works, Noah thinks, reckless and impulsive. A charge of static passes from her lips to his, making his bottom lip and his cock throb simultaneously. He can feel Elle’s lips spread out across his, grinning.
“Will you fuck me now, Noah?” She whispers, but the words are barely out of her mouth before Noah has yanked her arm, twisting her around so that her back is against the wall, reaching under her skirt to hook his thumbs into her panties. Elle closes her eyes as lacy fabric slides down smooth, freshly shaven legs, watching Noah stuff them into his pocket when she opens them again. She’s seen this look in his eyes before; a dark hunger, desire, only this time its all for her instead of some stupid kid with some stupid power.
Elle thinks she hears something that sounds like “wrong” escape Noah’s lips as his hands curve around her waist and he lifts her up against the wall, and her back digs pleasantly into the filthy, gritty brick wall as Noah pushes inside of her. They each sigh; Elle at the sensation of being filled until she can hardly breath, Noah at how unbelievably tight Elle is, and the thrill that rocks through him when he considers she might still be a virgin.
Noah’s lips press against the base of her throat as he thrusts inside of her, shallow at first, Elle coaxing him to go deeper and harder with whimpers and moans, dragging sharp nails down his arms as she presses the pointy ends of her heels into the base of his spine. Noah’s pace quickens and there’s nothing she can do but cling to his broad shoulders as he pounds her against the brick, embarrassing sounds of pleasure spilling from her lips each time his cock rams that spot deep inside of her. Then Noah takes one of his hands off of her ass and sparks fly free from the tip of Elle’s fingers as a large, calloused thumb circles over her clit and she comes, suddenly, without warning, arching into him. Noah’s back arches from the voltage pulsing down his back and the feeling of Elle’s velvety muscles clamping down around him, milking the last bit of restraint out of him. He comes with an quick jerk of his hips and a grunt escapes from deep in Noah’s throat as he spills his release inside of her, making Elle’s thighs warm and sticky with his come.
Elle pulls his neck forward before Noah can turn away, kissing him with a sloppy, languid tongue, surprised when he actually lets her. She sucks Noah’s bottom lips in her mouth and slides her hand over the top of his head, the tips of her fingers still crackling slightly.
“That’s enough,” Noah murmurs eventually, pulling out of her slowly, setting her back on her feet. He takes Elle’s panties out of his pocket and extends them to her, but Elle shakes her head.
“You can keep them,” She grins. “A souvenir. Stealing Bob’s daughter’s virginity ought to go for quite a lot in the office pool, wouldn’t you think?”
Noah’s stomach does an uncomfortable, nauseating flip inside of him.
“Hey,” She smiles, dragging crackling fingertips along the brick wall next to him. “Got another smoke?”
“Here,” Noah says, thrusting the entire pack at her before walking away. “I’m kicking the habit.”
Pairing: Noah/Elle
Rating: NC-17 - Adult
Prompt: Noah/Elle "smoke" for The Porn Battle.
Words: 1107
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to NBC, Tim Kring, and other folks that ain't me. For fun only.
Noah leans against the cool brick and sighs, parting his lips for the first cigarette he’s had in years. He closes his eyes as he inhales, trying to push the memories of everything he’s done this week out on the exhale.
“Hey you.” The tension returns to Noah’s back and shoulders when he hears the all too familiar feminine voice, dripping with sarcasm and sadism. Elle.
“Hello, Elle,” He drawls before even opening his eyes. “Shouldn’t you be somewhere?”
“Like where?” She asks and Noah can feel her presence drawing nearer to him, the warmth from her body radiating off of her in waves. He takes his cigarette out of his mouth and opens his eyes finally, glaring into Elle‘s bright blue eyes, wondering why Bob never took the time to teach her about personal space.
“Anywhere else,” He growls. He just wanted five minutes. Five damn minutes to consume all the nicotine he possibly could before he had to go back in there and continue testing the newest subject.
“Aw, don’t be like that, Noah,” Elle purrs, a wicked glint in her eyes as she steals the half-gone cigarette out of his hand, placing it between cherry tinted lips.
“You shouldn’t do that,” Noah replies, putting his hand on Elle’s waist to back her away from him. “It’s a very bad habit to pick up.”
Noah grimaces when Elle exhales smoke in his face. “Oh, what’s one more?” She grins, flicking the cigarette behind her shoulder as she pushes Noah against the wall. She covers his mouth with hers, sliding her tongue into his mouth, lips parted from being taken by surprise, pressing her body flush against his. Noah tastes a combination of bubblegum and nicotine as Elle pushes her tongue down his throat, and his fingers glide through her hair and yank roughly by the roots, pulling her head away to look at him.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He growls. Elle just grins, sparks dancing behind her eyes as she lets her hand drift down his chest and palms his erection. “Elle…”
“Shh,” Elle giggles softly as she drags a manicured nail over the bulge in his slacks, watching with fascination as Noah bites into his bottom lips to keep from giving himself away. “We both need this, Noah.” She whispers on her tiptoes next to his ear, outlining the shell with the tip of her tongue.
Noah’s fingers curl around Elle’s hips as she slides down the zipper on his pants and slips her hand under the elastic of his boxers. A traitorous groan bubbles up from deep in Noah’s throat as her soft fingers curl around his shaft and stroke him teasingly.
“We cannot do this,” Noah mutters, thumb and forefinger pressing hard into Elle’s hipbones through the fabric of her skirt. “Bob…”
“Daddy won’t know anything,” Elle smiles as her thumb passes over the head of his cock, smearing precome down his hot flesh. “No cameras out here to spy on us, Noah. Just us.”
“Just us,” Noah repeats, eyes rolling into the back of his head as Elle’s nails scrape lightly down his balls.
“Just us,” Elle beams, removing her hand from Noah’s slacks, taking his face between her hands to kiss him. She kisses like she works, Noah thinks, reckless and impulsive. A charge of static passes from her lips to his, making his bottom lip and his cock throb simultaneously. He can feel Elle’s lips spread out across his, grinning.
“Will you fuck me now, Noah?” She whispers, but the words are barely out of her mouth before Noah has yanked her arm, twisting her around so that her back is against the wall, reaching under her skirt to hook his thumbs into her panties. Elle closes her eyes as lacy fabric slides down smooth, freshly shaven legs, watching Noah stuff them into his pocket when she opens them again. She’s seen this look in his eyes before; a dark hunger, desire, only this time its all for her instead of some stupid kid with some stupid power.
Elle thinks she hears something that sounds like “wrong” escape Noah’s lips as his hands curve around her waist and he lifts her up against the wall, and her back digs pleasantly into the filthy, gritty brick wall as Noah pushes inside of her. They each sigh; Elle at the sensation of being filled until she can hardly breath, Noah at how unbelievably tight Elle is, and the thrill that rocks through him when he considers she might still be a virgin.
Noah’s lips press against the base of her throat as he thrusts inside of her, shallow at first, Elle coaxing him to go deeper and harder with whimpers and moans, dragging sharp nails down his arms as she presses the pointy ends of her heels into the base of his spine. Noah’s pace quickens and there’s nothing she can do but cling to his broad shoulders as he pounds her against the brick, embarrassing sounds of pleasure spilling from her lips each time his cock rams that spot deep inside of her. Then Noah takes one of his hands off of her ass and sparks fly free from the tip of Elle’s fingers as a large, calloused thumb circles over her clit and she comes, suddenly, without warning, arching into him. Noah’s back arches from the voltage pulsing down his back and the feeling of Elle’s velvety muscles clamping down around him, milking the last bit of restraint out of him. He comes with an quick jerk of his hips and a grunt escapes from deep in Noah’s throat as he spills his release inside of her, making Elle’s thighs warm and sticky with his come.
Elle pulls his neck forward before Noah can turn away, kissing him with a sloppy, languid tongue, surprised when he actually lets her. She sucks Noah’s bottom lips in her mouth and slides her hand over the top of his head, the tips of her fingers still crackling slightly.
“That’s enough,” Noah murmurs eventually, pulling out of her slowly, setting her back on her feet. He takes Elle’s panties out of his pocket and extends them to her, but Elle shakes her head.
“You can keep them,” She grins. “A souvenir. Stealing Bob’s daughter’s virginity ought to go for quite a lot in the office pool, wouldn’t you think?”
Noah’s stomach does an uncomfortable, nauseating flip inside of him.
“Hey,” She smiles, dragging crackling fingertips along the brick wall next to him. “Got another smoke?”
“Here,” Noah says, thrusting the entire pack at her before walking away. “I’m kicking the habit.”
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