Fic: Flower (Niki/Claire, Heroes)
Title: Flower
Fandom: Heroes
Author: Janine
Pairing: Niki/Claire
Rating: PG-13-ish, some kissing and foreplay
Words: 279
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em, just borrowing for a spell.
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“It’s okay, you don’t have to be gentle,” Claire whispered as Niki’s hand ran up her naked torso.
“I know I don’t have to be,” Niki said softly before leaning down to brush her lips against Claire’s as gently and tenderly as before the cheerleader had spoken.
Claire moaned softly and leaned into Niki’s touch pressing herself against the older woman’s body as Niki’s lips moved from hers down to her neck, sucking on the soft skin she found there.
Niki touched her like she was still a girl, like she was delicate and soft instead of a weird freak that could walk through fire without being burned or fall 70 feet and walk away.
When Niki touched her she felt like herself again.
“I only feel real when you’re touching me,” Claire whispered, running her hands through Niki’s hair as the other woman kneeled in front of her kissing her stomach.
Niki closed her eyes, pressing her lips against Claire’s tummy, nuzzling the skin she found there as if she was trying to burrow into the girl so that they would never have to stop touching.
“Feel clean … with you,” Niki muttered against Claire’s skin between kisses, closing her eyes as Claire’s fingers tenderly ran through her hair.
When Claire looked at her it wasn’t with speculation in her eyes about how many shots it would take to get her clothes off, and when Claire told her she was beautiful she felt that way instead of dirty and cheap like when it came from someone on her website that had just paid forty bucks to watch her strip.
When Claire touched her, she felt safe and loved.
The End
Fandom: Heroes
Author: Janine
Pairing: Niki/Claire
Rating: PG-13-ish, some kissing and foreplay
Words: 279
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em, just borrowing for a spell.
***
“It’s okay, you don’t have to be gentle,” Claire whispered as Niki’s hand ran up her naked torso.
“I know I don’t have to be,” Niki said softly before leaning down to brush her lips against Claire’s as gently and tenderly as before the cheerleader had spoken.
Claire moaned softly and leaned into Niki’s touch pressing herself against the older woman’s body as Niki’s lips moved from hers down to her neck, sucking on the soft skin she found there.
Niki touched her like she was still a girl, like she was delicate and soft instead of a weird freak that could walk through fire without being burned or fall 70 feet and walk away.
When Niki touched her she felt like herself again.
“I only feel real when you’re touching me,” Claire whispered, running her hands through Niki’s hair as the other woman kneeled in front of her kissing her stomach.
Niki closed her eyes, pressing her lips against Claire’s tummy, nuzzling the skin she found there as if she was trying to burrow into the girl so that they would never have to stop touching.
“Feel clean … with you,” Niki muttered against Claire’s skin between kisses, closing her eyes as Claire’s fingers tenderly ran through her hair.
When Claire looked at her it wasn’t with speculation in her eyes about how many shots it would take to get her clothes off, and when Claire told her she was beautiful she felt that way instead of dirty and cheap like when it came from someone on her website that had just paid forty bucks to watch her strip.
When Claire touched her, she felt safe and loved.
The End