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withimpunity) wrote2007-12-27 05:21 pm
withimpunity) wrote2007-12-27 05:21 pm
Entry tags:
Ficlet: Father Figure / Noah/Elle / NC-17
Title: Father Figure
Pairing: Noah/Elle
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Bennet/Elle - father figure for the Sekrit Cabal Ficlet Battle at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
cerebel_fics
Words: 598
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC, and other folks who ain't me. For entertainment purposes only, never profit.
"Why couldn't you have been my daddy?" Elle asks, long legs wrapped vice-like around Noah's waist as she presses her fingers into his shoulder blades, lips tingling his skin as she drags them down his throat.
"That's only slightly disturbing," Noah answers in his usual, casual tones of indifference, hands sliding around to rest comfortably on her back. Elle squirms in his lap enough so that his hands fall lower, grinning when Noah makes no attempt to correct them.
"Don't be silly," She giggles, french manicured nails scratching against the fabric covering his shoulders as her teeth nip at his flesh. "Just think,. I might've turned out normal if you had been my Daddy."
"How boring that would have been," Noah attempts to say, but his sardonic reply gets stuck on his tongue as Elle slides out of his lap and onto her knees, blue eyes sparkling as she slips open his belt.
"I don't know," she grins, looking up at him as her fingers work open the button on his slacks and pull down the zipper. "Maybe you'd like me better if I was just like your sweet Claire bear."
Noah's fingers tighten around the roots of her hair, lifting her face back up to his and Elle whimpers as hot tears sting in the corner of her eyes.
"Don't -" He growls low and angry, lips moving against her ear as his hand slides underneath her skirt and tugs her panties down. "- ever talk about Claire to me again." His fingers untangle from her hair and grasp at her hips, lifting her up to straddle him again.
The noises Elle make when Noah lowers her onto his cock are a mixture of hisses and moans, and bright sparks dance from the tips of her fingers against his skin as Noah fills every inch of him. She watches him with child-like interest as his eyes fall shut and his head rolls back when she moves her body against his, dragging uncharacteristic moans and grunts from his lips. She leans in nervously, covering Noah's mouth with her own, hoping to taste those sweet sounds on her tongue as she fucks him.
"Why not?" Elle whispers maliciously next to his ear as she squeezes her inner muscles around him like a vice; Noah's fingers bruise her ass and she almost wishes it was someplace more visible, so that everyone could see. "Why can't I talk about her?"
"Because," Noah growls, thrusting up inside of her hard and deep, catching Elle by surprise, shocking them both when she cries out Noah's name.
"But you love her," She states, bright blue eyes full of wonder and curiosity and fake, child-like innocence even as she rotates her hips around Noah's cock, making his teeth split the sensitive skin on his bottom lip raw. "I want you to love me like that."
Noah's eyes squeeze shut, hands scrambling for purchase on Elle's back, hair, ass, anywhere they can latch onto as she comes. The soft muscles inside of her tremble around him, clenching and pulling his cock deeper inside of her as waves of hot electricity roll down his back, making him arch and spill inside of her without warning.
"I don't love you like that, Elle," Noah murmurs moments later as he pushes sweat damp hair off of her neck and kisses her bare shoulder. "I love you like this. Is that enough?"
The spark in her eyes when she smiles is his answer.
Pairing: Noah/Elle
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Bennet/Elle - father figure for the Sekrit Cabal Ficlet Battle at
cerebel_fics Words: 598
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC, and other folks who ain't me. For entertainment purposes only, never profit.
"Why couldn't you have been my daddy?" Elle asks, long legs wrapped vice-like around Noah's waist as she presses her fingers into his shoulder blades, lips tingling his skin as she drags them down his throat.
"That's only slightly disturbing," Noah answers in his usual, casual tones of indifference, hands sliding around to rest comfortably on her back. Elle squirms in his lap enough so that his hands fall lower, grinning when Noah makes no attempt to correct them.
"Don't be silly," She giggles, french manicured nails scratching against the fabric covering his shoulders as her teeth nip at his flesh. "Just think,. I might've turned out normal if you had been my Daddy."
"How boring that would have been," Noah attempts to say, but his sardonic reply gets stuck on his tongue as Elle slides out of his lap and onto her knees, blue eyes sparkling as she slips open his belt.
"I don't know," she grins, looking up at him as her fingers work open the button on his slacks and pull down the zipper. "Maybe you'd like me better if I was just like your sweet Claire bear."
Noah's fingers tighten around the roots of her hair, lifting her face back up to his and Elle whimpers as hot tears sting in the corner of her eyes.
"Don't -" He growls low and angry, lips moving against her ear as his hand slides underneath her skirt and tugs her panties down. "- ever talk about Claire to me again." His fingers untangle from her hair and grasp at her hips, lifting her up to straddle him again.
The noises Elle make when Noah lowers her onto his cock are a mixture of hisses and moans, and bright sparks dance from the tips of her fingers against his skin as Noah fills every inch of him. She watches him with child-like interest as his eyes fall shut and his head rolls back when she moves her body against his, dragging uncharacteristic moans and grunts from his lips. She leans in nervously, covering Noah's mouth with her own, hoping to taste those sweet sounds on her tongue as she fucks him.
"Why not?" Elle whispers maliciously next to his ear as she squeezes her inner muscles around him like a vice; Noah's fingers bruise her ass and she almost wishes it was someplace more visible, so that everyone could see. "Why can't I talk about her?"
"Because," Noah growls, thrusting up inside of her hard and deep, catching Elle by surprise, shocking them both when she cries out Noah's name.
"But you love her," She states, bright blue eyes full of wonder and curiosity and fake, child-like innocence even as she rotates her hips around Noah's cock, making his teeth split the sensitive skin on his bottom lip raw. "I want you to love me like that."
Noah's eyes squeeze shut, hands scrambling for purchase on Elle's back, hair, ass, anywhere they can latch onto as she comes. The soft muscles inside of her tremble around him, clenching and pulling his cock deeper inside of her as waves of hot electricity roll down his back, making him arch and spill inside of her without warning.
"I don't love you like that, Elle," Noah murmurs moments later as he pushes sweat damp hair off of her neck and kisses her bare shoulder. "I love you like this. Is that enough?"
The spark in her eyes when she smiles is his answer.