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Title: Perfect
Pairing: Bob/Elle, mentions of a bunch of other pairings
Word Count: 418
Rating: PG-13
Beta: NONE AHA. -ahem- Sorry if there's mistakes.
Summary: Their relationship is perfect. He's her protector. But they both know it's wrong.
Author's Notes: toestastegood totally made me do it. We were trying to figure out a roleplay scene and we decided orgy (joking, of course) and she said Bob's invited and I said ew and she said Elle wasn't coming then because we'd offended her father and she dared me to write it because it's her favourite ship ever. Even more than Mylar.
Author's Notes Two: If you don't like something about it, don't write it's awesome. Criticize. I like criticism. I don't write much but when I do, I like to be able to improve. (: Thanks.
It was perfect. People couldn't comprehend that though. Some would view it as wrong, some as vile, and some would do anything to stop it. That's why they had to hide it, she understood that. There were just too many rules to follow, and he'd told her, 'Elle, if anyone finds out, I'll not only lose my job but I'll lose you.' She knew she had to do anything to protect her father.
It wasn't as if it was her first relationship. When Eden and Bennet were busy with each other on 'field work,' she'd found out painting wasn't the only thing Isaac was good at. She'd learned how to give her first blowjob from a man who found it fun to phase in and out of visibility all the while ranting about people who annoyed him. For ages she'd thought men rambled even during their orgasm. After shocking Peter had became boring, she'd found out exactly what talents he'd picked up from his brother that he never shut up about. And on the loneliest of nights, she'd find herself underneath a vengeful man lost in a past he could never escape. Those were the best, as Adam was rough and angry and he didn't treat her as if she was fragile, ready to break beneath him.
Even through all that, she'd never found a true friend. Her elementary years had been filled with torment as she'd been an odd girl. Maybe she'd been too tall, too lengthy, uneven. She wasn't sure, but maybe they'd even known. Any friends in the Company had been 'purified' and been able to work for the Company then never spoke to her again, died, or worst of all - just vanished. Bob wouldn't say what happened, and she couldn't anger him enough to care. He was her only friend now, she'd figured out. When she had no one but her father to invite to her birthday party, she'd realised who her true friend was.
It was okay though. She just had to repeat it sometimes. As she laid in bed, able to hear Bob getting ready, she had to repeat it. 'It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.' They couldn't be seen in public like normal couples, but in the bedroom, they were like anyone else. She still got presents, anything from a new car to a brand new access code for the entire building that Bennet hadn't even had. It'd made her so happy that she'd explored everywhere, getting lost.
She sat up with a warm smile as he came from the bathroom, looking at peace. The sheet crumpled to the bed but she couldn't be minded; he'd seen her naked before. He'd admired her before. It was her now admiring her as she looked over him, dressed in a navy suit with a blue striped tie set over it. He looked prim, proper, and demanding. Everything someone who led a company needed to be.
Yet she didn't feel worried. He was her protector, her caretaker, her watcher. He was what Bennet was for Claire, but more. She wasn't just another experiment. Bennet was simply a coward, with only dirty tricks who was always wrong.
Bob moved over to move a lock of blonde hair from her face, touch gentle and caring, something she wasn't used to in anyone she'd slept with. She was treated as fragile but only because they knew who her father was, not because they wanted to protect her. He grabbed his briefcase, never speaking and she knew she had seconds before he left. "Daddy, you look--
The warm look was gone, replaced by a raging glare as he cut her off mid-sentence. "Elle, do not call me that in here," he spat at her and then stormed out, briefcase in hand. Slowly she laid back down, always forgetting. Always.
Well, it was almost perfect.
Pairing: Bob/Elle, mentions of a bunch of other pairings
Word Count: 418
Rating: PG-13
Beta: NONE AHA. -ahem- Sorry if there's mistakes.
Summary: Their relationship is perfect. He's her protector. But they both know it's wrong.
Author's Notes: toestastegood totally made me do it. We were trying to figure out a roleplay scene and we decided orgy (joking, of course) and she said Bob's invited and I said ew and she said Elle wasn't coming then because we'd offended her father and she dared me to write it because it's her favourite ship ever. Even more than Mylar.
Author's Notes Two: If you don't like something about it, don't write it's awesome. Criticize. I like criticism. I don't write much but when I do, I like to be able to improve. (: Thanks.
It was perfect. People couldn't comprehend that though. Some would view it as wrong, some as vile, and some would do anything to stop it. That's why they had to hide it, she understood that. There were just too many rules to follow, and he'd told her, 'Elle, if anyone finds out, I'll not only lose my job but I'll lose you.' She knew she had to do anything to protect her father.
It wasn't as if it was her first relationship. When Eden and Bennet were busy with each other on 'field work,' she'd found out painting wasn't the only thing Isaac was good at. She'd learned how to give her first blowjob from a man who found it fun to phase in and out of visibility all the while ranting about people who annoyed him. For ages she'd thought men rambled even during their orgasm. After shocking Peter had became boring, she'd found out exactly what talents he'd picked up from his brother that he never shut up about. And on the loneliest of nights, she'd find herself underneath a vengeful man lost in a past he could never escape. Those were the best, as Adam was rough and angry and he didn't treat her as if she was fragile, ready to break beneath him.
Even through all that, she'd never found a true friend. Her elementary years had been filled with torment as she'd been an odd girl. Maybe she'd been too tall, too lengthy, uneven. She wasn't sure, but maybe they'd even known. Any friends in the Company had been 'purified' and been able to work for the Company then never spoke to her again, died, or worst of all - just vanished. Bob wouldn't say what happened, and she couldn't anger him enough to care. He was her only friend now, she'd figured out. When she had no one but her father to invite to her birthday party, she'd realised who her true friend was.
It was okay though. She just had to repeat it sometimes. As she laid in bed, able to hear Bob getting ready, she had to repeat it. 'It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.' They couldn't be seen in public like normal couples, but in the bedroom, they were like anyone else. She still got presents, anything from a new car to a brand new access code for the entire building that Bennet hadn't even had. It'd made her so happy that she'd explored everywhere, getting lost.
She sat up with a warm smile as he came from the bathroom, looking at peace. The sheet crumpled to the bed but she couldn't be minded; he'd seen her naked before. He'd admired her before. It was her now admiring her as she looked over him, dressed in a navy suit with a blue striped tie set over it. He looked prim, proper, and demanding. Everything someone who led a company needed to be.
Yet she didn't feel worried. He was her protector, her caretaker, her watcher. He was what Bennet was for Claire, but more. She wasn't just another experiment. Bennet was simply a coward, with only dirty tricks who was always wrong.
Bob moved over to move a lock of blonde hair from her face, touch gentle and caring, something she wasn't used to in anyone she'd slept with. She was treated as fragile but only because they knew who her father was, not because they wanted to protect her. He grabbed his briefcase, never speaking and she knew she had seconds before he left. "Daddy, you look--
The warm look was gone, replaced by a raging glare as he cut her off mid-sentence. "Elle, do not call me that in here," he spat at her and then stormed out, briefcase in hand. Slowly she laid back down, always forgetting. Always.
Well, it was almost perfect.