Fic: "the paper is your game" (Nathan/Elle) NC-17
Title: the paper is your game
Author: Steph (andbless_mybaby)
Pairing: Nathan/Elle (mentions of Nathan/Peter and Peter/Elle)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: porn, porn, porn, the barest hint of incest, more porn
Spoilers: none
Summary: In which Nathan fucks Elle on a desk. AU for Volume 3.
Word Count: 1,700
Author’s Notes: Written for the ANON RARE PAIRS MEME. “Nathan/Elle - They're with each other, but they both have Peter on their minds.” I was going to wait a few days, but OH WELL. I FAIL AT PATIENCE. HAVE SOME GRATUITOUS SMUT. (Nathan and Elle are total hos. It works.)
“Take off your clothes and get up on the desk,” Nathan said briskly.
“Ooh, Senator. Talk dirty to me,” Elle deadpanned. “Man, you sure know how to woo a girl.” (But she complied, dropping her short skirt and thong to the floor while she opened her blouse and undid her bra. She left her stilettos on, because they made her legs look spectacular.)
“I wasn’t under the impression that you ever needed… wooing.” Nathan’s voice was disdainful, but his cock was hard under his expensive trousers.
“My reputation precedes me.” She leaned back on Nathan’s leather desk blotter, elbows propping her up. His stupid, engraved pen holder tumbled to the floor along with a legal pad and some kind of crystal trinket. Elle hooked the heels of her shoes on the edge of the desk, and let her knees fall open. “Excellent.”
“Cut the shit, Elle.” Nathan was yanking on his tie, loosening it with impatient hands. “I know your game. I don’t need a show.”
“Hmmm.” Rolling her eyes, she let a lazy hand play over her breasts. Her nipples were hard in the cool air, and a frisson of excitement snaked down her belly when she pinched them. “So… bitchy. I heard you were a stallion, but I’m not sure it’s worth putting up with your grumpiness.”
“I’ll give you something to put up with,” he countered between gritted teeth.
And oh boy, did he mean it. Nathan had a really nice cock, long and thick. Elle was hot just looking at it. She couldn’t help her naughty fingers slipping over her excited cunt, over the slick pearl of her clitoris.
“Christ almighty.” She must have distracted herself, because Nathan was at the foot of the desk and he looked irritated. Other than his jacket and the offending tie, he’d stayed mostly dressed. He had rolled on a condom, and looked a little ridiculous with his latex-sheathed dick standing at attention through his fly as he glowered down at her. “You have a problem.”
“One that you can fix, luckily.” Elle unbent her legs, and clasped the peep-toe vamps of her shoes around Nathan’s ass. “C’mon. I’ve been waiting all day.”
“Forgive me for having a job to do.” Nathan’s tone was dry as he took a single step closer, refusing to be rushed. “I should have told the Banking Commission that my father sent a crazy whore over as a peace offering, and that she might be getting bored.”
“God, I love it when men call me names.” She arched her hips, begging for it shamelessly.
Nathan deliberately rubbed the snub head of his cock over her slit, getting it good and wet. He bluntly pressed it up and around her entrance, and back and forth over her clit a few times. On the down-stroke, he allowed the topmost centimeters to nudge inside her before pulling away again.
“Oh shit, stop teasing me.” Her voice was high and needy.
“Shut up, there are people outside.” Nathan still sounded like an asshole, but there was an unmistakable catch to his breath. “You aren’t worth the damage control.”
“Then I suggest you fuck me, Nathan.”
He slammed into her without preamble or warning, hard enough that Elle’s teeth caught her lip and a little cry escaped her throat. Nathan grabbed her thighs and dragged her down to the very end of the desk, spreading her open as far as she would go. It hurt a little bit, honestly, but that gorgeous dick of his was stretching her out amazingly, and it was a sting that Elle could get used to. Nathan leaned over the desk, over her, dark eyes cold as he tilted his hips back for another brutal thrust.
“Gonna get your fancy pants all messy,” she gasped with a huge grin on her face. “You can send a courier with your dry-cleaning bill.”
Nathan fucked her like he meant business. He fucked her like an angry man, and that was the best kind. His fingertips were rough enough to bruise the tender flesh of her inner thighs, and one of her extremely awesome shoes had fallen off her curling toes. His sleeves were cuffed to the elbow, and perspiration was beading on his forehead. Elle wanted badly to kiss him, to suck on his tongue and bite that vengeful sneer right off him until his lips were swollen and numb. Instead, she threw her head back so that it knocked the hard wood and made her mouth into the succulent “O” of a porn star.
“Oh… Peter,” she wailed.
Nathan’s hips stilled, and his face went blank.
“What did you just call me?” he asked quietly.
“Oh, my goodness!” Elle affected embarrassment, hand to her chest. “Oh, oh Nathan. Oh, wow. I was just so mixed up, I…”
“You fucked my brother?” His tone was low and ambiguous, and if Elle were skittish she might have feared bloody murder and scooched her naked ass right the hell off the office furniture.
“What’s it to you if I did?” she challenged him.
Nathan slapped her face with an open palm, and this time Elle’s head thumped the desk for real. Pain swirled red in front of her eyes and her vision swam for several tantalizing seconds. It was unbelievable. She blinked back tears, and her hips jerked uncontrollably.
“You’re a goddamn slut,” he muttered. “Fucking Christ.”
Inside her, Nathan’s cock swelled. She hadn’t noticed his erection flagging in the moments before, but now she felt him surging with new life.
“You like it, don’t you?” It was a taunt, her words slow and jeering. “All of it. This. Me. Me maybe having sex with Peter.” She tightened her embrace on him with her knees, the toes of her one naked foot prodding his lower back. “I guess I know your games too, Senator.”
For a second, she thought (hoped) Nathan would slap her again. Instead, he fucked back into her. Elle wasn’t prepared for that, not for the way he hauled her up in his strong arms and crushed her breasts against his ironed shirtfront. Her heels scrambled for purchase on the desk, her lower back supported by his big hand as he twisted his pelvis against hers.
“Say it,” he commanded.
“Say what?” she asked breathlessly, oxygen escaping her in spastic bursts as he pounded her mercilessly. (Godalmighty, she apparently had chosen the wrong Petrelli brother to fantasize over.)
“Peter.” Nathan’s jaw found her neck, and trailed hot little kisses down to her collarbone before sinking his teeth in. “Say his name.”
“Peter!” Elle bucked against him, clit grinding perfectly between their bodies. “Peter. You are so fucking good, Peter. Peter.”
“Yeah.” Nathan was close, the growl against her skin coming straight from his gut. “That’s right.”
When he clamped down on her breast, Elle came hard enough to see stars. She howled Peter’s name, first and last, two or three times while her inner muscles milked Nathan’s cock.
It sent Nathan right over the edge. Two irregular thrusts and he crushed into her with a strangled yell.
He called Peter’s name, too.
There was something deeply wrong with that, even by Elle’s standards, but she was too fucked-out and blissful to care. Nathan pulled out, and his hands trembled gratifyingly when he gripped the top of the condom. Elle lay back on the desk, hair spilling over the edge as she watched him put himself back together. She observed that she was right about his pants, and made a silent bet with herself that his back would still be covered in nail marks tomorrow. She let her eyes drift closed for just a moment, and felt around the floor with her big toe for her lost shoe.
“You need to get dressed and leave.” Nathan’s command brooked no post-coital tenderness as he stared her down with arms akimbo. “I’m expecting a visitor in less than an hour, and I have to open a window. This whole place smells like sex.”
“Ugh.” Elle moaned dramatically as she lifted herself up to a sitting position. She ran her fingers through her hair, and cricked her neck back and forth. “Jeez. Were you raised in a barn, or something?”
“Elle…” he began warningly.
“I’m just saying.” She stood up on unsteady legs, and slid into her other stiletto. Facing him, she cocked a hip out and back, just like a model. “There’s a certain way that you’re supposed to treat a lady, and this isn’t it.”
“Good thing you aren’t a lady, then.” He gathered her clothes off the floor, and threw them at her in a heap. The bastard didn’t even give her the once-over. “Give my regards to Pops. Tell him next time that he can send a singing telegram, or something.”
She pouted her way back into her things while checking herself out in the cloisonné-framed pier glass against the far wall. His desk shit was all over the place, and she took petty satisfaction in the fact that he probably hadn’t noticed the mess.
“Five minutes,” he said. “And then I call security.”
Elle shot him a deadly glance as she fastened the last button on her shirt. Pointedly moving without haste, she grabbed her purse from the chair where she’d left it and reapplied her lipstick.
Nathan didn’t move when she went towards the door. She paused with her hand on the knob, and then wheeled around.
“By the way, Senator.” Elle smiled her sweetest, and leaned in. “I’ll be looking forward to next time.”
“There will be no next time,” he replied in kind.
“Oh, I think there will.” She laid her hand on his arm, and tickled his elbow. Blue electricity curled from her coy fingertips, making Nathan hiss and swat at the singed arm of his suit jacket. Elle took the opportunity to shove her little black undies into his pants pocket. “I know there will. We have some things in common, Nathan. And no one else needs to know them. Right?”
This time, she knew she had his full attention. Elle sashayed into the hallway, swinging her hips a bit for his benefit. Humming a happy tune, she tapped the button for the elevator and did a little one-two step in her sexy high heels.
_
end.
Author: Steph (andbless_mybaby)
Pairing: Nathan/Elle (mentions of Nathan/Peter and Peter/Elle)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: porn, porn, porn, the barest hint of incest, more porn
Spoilers: none
Summary: In which Nathan fucks Elle on a desk. AU for Volume 3.
Word Count: 1,700
Author’s Notes: Written for the ANON RARE PAIRS MEME. “Nathan/Elle - They're with each other, but they both have Peter on their minds.” I was going to wait a few days, but OH WELL. I FAIL AT PATIENCE. HAVE SOME GRATUITOUS SMUT. (Nathan and Elle are total hos. It works.)
“Take off your clothes and get up on the desk,” Nathan said briskly.
“Ooh, Senator. Talk dirty to me,” Elle deadpanned. “Man, you sure know how to woo a girl.” (But she complied, dropping her short skirt and thong to the floor while she opened her blouse and undid her bra. She left her stilettos on, because they made her legs look spectacular.)
“I wasn’t under the impression that you ever needed… wooing.” Nathan’s voice was disdainful, but his cock was hard under his expensive trousers.
“My reputation precedes me.” She leaned back on Nathan’s leather desk blotter, elbows propping her up. His stupid, engraved pen holder tumbled to the floor along with a legal pad and some kind of crystal trinket. Elle hooked the heels of her shoes on the edge of the desk, and let her knees fall open. “Excellent.”
“Cut the shit, Elle.” Nathan was yanking on his tie, loosening it with impatient hands. “I know your game. I don’t need a show.”
“Hmmm.” Rolling her eyes, she let a lazy hand play over her breasts. Her nipples were hard in the cool air, and a frisson of excitement snaked down her belly when she pinched them. “So… bitchy. I heard you were a stallion, but I’m not sure it’s worth putting up with your grumpiness.”
“I’ll give you something to put up with,” he countered between gritted teeth.
And oh boy, did he mean it. Nathan had a really nice cock, long and thick. Elle was hot just looking at it. She couldn’t help her naughty fingers slipping over her excited cunt, over the slick pearl of her clitoris.
“Christ almighty.” She must have distracted herself, because Nathan was at the foot of the desk and he looked irritated. Other than his jacket and the offending tie, he’d stayed mostly dressed. He had rolled on a condom, and looked a little ridiculous with his latex-sheathed dick standing at attention through his fly as he glowered down at her. “You have a problem.”
“One that you can fix, luckily.” Elle unbent her legs, and clasped the peep-toe vamps of her shoes around Nathan’s ass. “C’mon. I’ve been waiting all day.”
“Forgive me for having a job to do.” Nathan’s tone was dry as he took a single step closer, refusing to be rushed. “I should have told the Banking Commission that my father sent a crazy whore over as a peace offering, and that she might be getting bored.”
“God, I love it when men call me names.” She arched her hips, begging for it shamelessly.
Nathan deliberately rubbed the snub head of his cock over her slit, getting it good and wet. He bluntly pressed it up and around her entrance, and back and forth over her clit a few times. On the down-stroke, he allowed the topmost centimeters to nudge inside her before pulling away again.
“Oh shit, stop teasing me.” Her voice was high and needy.
“Shut up, there are people outside.” Nathan still sounded like an asshole, but there was an unmistakable catch to his breath. “You aren’t worth the damage control.”
“Then I suggest you fuck me, Nathan.”
He slammed into her without preamble or warning, hard enough that Elle’s teeth caught her lip and a little cry escaped her throat. Nathan grabbed her thighs and dragged her down to the very end of the desk, spreading her open as far as she would go. It hurt a little bit, honestly, but that gorgeous dick of his was stretching her out amazingly, and it was a sting that Elle could get used to. Nathan leaned over the desk, over her, dark eyes cold as he tilted his hips back for another brutal thrust.
“Gonna get your fancy pants all messy,” she gasped with a huge grin on her face. “You can send a courier with your dry-cleaning bill.”
Nathan fucked her like he meant business. He fucked her like an angry man, and that was the best kind. His fingertips were rough enough to bruise the tender flesh of her inner thighs, and one of her extremely awesome shoes had fallen off her curling toes. His sleeves were cuffed to the elbow, and perspiration was beading on his forehead. Elle wanted badly to kiss him, to suck on his tongue and bite that vengeful sneer right off him until his lips were swollen and numb. Instead, she threw her head back so that it knocked the hard wood and made her mouth into the succulent “O” of a porn star.
“Oh… Peter,” she wailed.
Nathan’s hips stilled, and his face went blank.
“What did you just call me?” he asked quietly.
“Oh, my goodness!” Elle affected embarrassment, hand to her chest. “Oh, oh Nathan. Oh, wow. I was just so mixed up, I…”
“You fucked my brother?” His tone was low and ambiguous, and if Elle were skittish she might have feared bloody murder and scooched her naked ass right the hell off the office furniture.
“What’s it to you if I did?” she challenged him.
Nathan slapped her face with an open palm, and this time Elle’s head thumped the desk for real. Pain swirled red in front of her eyes and her vision swam for several tantalizing seconds. It was unbelievable. She blinked back tears, and her hips jerked uncontrollably.
“You’re a goddamn slut,” he muttered. “Fucking Christ.”
Inside her, Nathan’s cock swelled. She hadn’t noticed his erection flagging in the moments before, but now she felt him surging with new life.
“You like it, don’t you?” It was a taunt, her words slow and jeering. “All of it. This. Me. Me maybe having sex with Peter.” She tightened her embrace on him with her knees, the toes of her one naked foot prodding his lower back. “I guess I know your games too, Senator.”
For a second, she thought (hoped) Nathan would slap her again. Instead, he fucked back into her. Elle wasn’t prepared for that, not for the way he hauled her up in his strong arms and crushed her breasts against his ironed shirtfront. Her heels scrambled for purchase on the desk, her lower back supported by his big hand as he twisted his pelvis against hers.
“Say it,” he commanded.
“Say what?” she asked breathlessly, oxygen escaping her in spastic bursts as he pounded her mercilessly. (Godalmighty, she apparently had chosen the wrong Petrelli brother to fantasize over.)
“Peter.” Nathan’s jaw found her neck, and trailed hot little kisses down to her collarbone before sinking his teeth in. “Say his name.”
“Peter!” Elle bucked against him, clit grinding perfectly between their bodies. “Peter. You are so fucking good, Peter. Peter.”
“Yeah.” Nathan was close, the growl against her skin coming straight from his gut. “That’s right.”
When he clamped down on her breast, Elle came hard enough to see stars. She howled Peter’s name, first and last, two or three times while her inner muscles milked Nathan’s cock.
It sent Nathan right over the edge. Two irregular thrusts and he crushed into her with a strangled yell.
He called Peter’s name, too.
There was something deeply wrong with that, even by Elle’s standards, but she was too fucked-out and blissful to care. Nathan pulled out, and his hands trembled gratifyingly when he gripped the top of the condom. Elle lay back on the desk, hair spilling over the edge as she watched him put himself back together. She observed that she was right about his pants, and made a silent bet with herself that his back would still be covered in nail marks tomorrow. She let her eyes drift closed for just a moment, and felt around the floor with her big toe for her lost shoe.
“You need to get dressed and leave.” Nathan’s command brooked no post-coital tenderness as he stared her down with arms akimbo. “I’m expecting a visitor in less than an hour, and I have to open a window. This whole place smells like sex.”
“Ugh.” Elle moaned dramatically as she lifted herself up to a sitting position. She ran her fingers through her hair, and cricked her neck back and forth. “Jeez. Were you raised in a barn, or something?”
“Elle…” he began warningly.
“I’m just saying.” She stood up on unsteady legs, and slid into her other stiletto. Facing him, she cocked a hip out and back, just like a model. “There’s a certain way that you’re supposed to treat a lady, and this isn’t it.”
“Good thing you aren’t a lady, then.” He gathered her clothes off the floor, and threw them at her in a heap. The bastard didn’t even give her the once-over. “Give my regards to Pops. Tell him next time that he can send a singing telegram, or something.”
She pouted her way back into her things while checking herself out in the cloisonné-framed pier glass against the far wall. His desk shit was all over the place, and she took petty satisfaction in the fact that he probably hadn’t noticed the mess.
“Five minutes,” he said. “And then I call security.”
Elle shot him a deadly glance as she fastened the last button on her shirt. Pointedly moving without haste, she grabbed her purse from the chair where she’d left it and reapplied her lipstick.
Nathan didn’t move when she went towards the door. She paused with her hand on the knob, and then wheeled around.
“By the way, Senator.” Elle smiled her sweetest, and leaned in. “I’ll be looking forward to next time.”
“There will be no next time,” he replied in kind.
“Oh, I think there will.” She laid her hand on his arm, and tickled his elbow. Blue electricity curled from her coy fingertips, making Nathan hiss and swat at the singed arm of his suit jacket. Elle took the opportunity to shove her little black undies into his pants pocket. “I know there will. We have some things in common, Nathan. And no one else needs to know them. Right?”
This time, she knew she had his full attention. Elle sashayed into the hallway, swinging her hips a bit for his benefit. Humming a happy tune, she tapped the button for the elevator and did a little one-two step in her sexy high heels.
_
end.