Fic: A Bitter Taste
Title: A Bitter Taste
Characters: HRG/Elle
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 537
Disclaimer: I don't own any aspect of Heroes or its characters
Spoilers/Warnings: Spoilers for episode 3.08
Summary: Elle's agitation brought out his fatherly instinct, and he reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder.
A/N: Originally written for the YAHAKM.
Bennet watched eagerly, hungrily, transfixed by the image on the screen. Gabriel Gray had panicked and fled the scene, only to return later to pull apart his victim's brain with compulsive but delicate curiosity.
Elle was turned away - she couldn't stomach it. She was still greatly shaken by the way her evening had unfolded. The whole assignment left a bitter taste in her mouth. Her crush on Gabriel became repulsion, quickly but painfully.
Bennet turned away from the surveillance for a moment. Elle's agitation brought out his fatherly instinct, and he reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder. "Toughen up," he said. "This is what assignments are like."
Elle shuddered and sighed. When she looked at Bennet, her eyes glistened with near-tears, and he pulled her into an embrace. His arms encircled her, contained her completely, and without meaning to his hands slid down to her waist. She leaned back a little, and suddenly reached up and kissed him quickly, fiercely.
Bennet was stunned, a feeling he rarely experienced. "What are you doing?"
Elle's face fell. "I don't know." They locked gazes for a moment, and suddenly Bennet's grasp on her waist tightened as she pressed her lips to his again. His hands wandered underneath her blouse while hers began undoing the belt and the fastening of his slacks. Her fingers played along the elastic band of his underwear while his struggled with the clasp of her bra.
Bennet took Elle by the shoulders and gently laid her down on the floor of the van. Amidst the empty Slush-O cups and assorted surveillance equipment, Bennet cupped Elle's breasts under her shirt and caressed her hair with paternal affection. His glasses slid down his nose as he gazed downwards, and she reached up and took them off his face, gently setting them aside, out of harm's way.
As Bennet licked and sucked at Elle's ears and neck, she undid the button and zipper of her jeans, wriggling until she managed to pull them halfway down her thighs. Bennet rested his weight against her, his cock growing harder as it was pressed between the warmth of their bare skin. Elle's breath hastened as he guided the smooth head of his dick against her clit, just for a moment, before sliding it into the slit between her legs. Elle arched her back, allowing Bennet to reach his arm around her. His hand found the outward curve of her buttocks, and he squeezed it appreciatively.
Bennet thrust into her once, twice, three times, as Elle desperately sucked on his neck, her hands wandering across his shirted back, searching out the muscles underneath. She pressed her lips against his one more time, catching his tongue between her teeth, when Bennet pulled her waist closer to his and came. Elle shuddered and sighed again, only this time it was not because she was sad or scared.
As Bennet staggered to his feet and straightened his clothing, Elle looked over his shoulder and watched Gabriel and his victim, just for a moment, before she narrowed her eyes and steeled her heart. She was greatly shaken by the way her evening unfolded, and now she was a wholly different person because of it.
Characters: HRG/Elle
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 537
Disclaimer: I don't own any aspect of Heroes or its characters
Spoilers/Warnings: Spoilers for episode 3.08
Summary: Elle's agitation brought out his fatherly instinct, and he reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder.
A/N: Originally written for the YAHAKM.
Bennet watched eagerly, hungrily, transfixed by the image on the screen. Gabriel Gray had panicked and fled the scene, only to return later to pull apart his victim's brain with compulsive but delicate curiosity.
Elle was turned away - she couldn't stomach it. She was still greatly shaken by the way her evening had unfolded. The whole assignment left a bitter taste in her mouth. Her crush on Gabriel became repulsion, quickly but painfully.
Bennet turned away from the surveillance for a moment. Elle's agitation brought out his fatherly instinct, and he reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder. "Toughen up," he said. "This is what assignments are like."
Elle shuddered and sighed. When she looked at Bennet, her eyes glistened with near-tears, and he pulled her into an embrace. His arms encircled her, contained her completely, and without meaning to his hands slid down to her waist. She leaned back a little, and suddenly reached up and kissed him quickly, fiercely.
Bennet was stunned, a feeling he rarely experienced. "What are you doing?"
Elle's face fell. "I don't know." They locked gazes for a moment, and suddenly Bennet's grasp on her waist tightened as she pressed her lips to his again. His hands wandered underneath her blouse while hers began undoing the belt and the fastening of his slacks. Her fingers played along the elastic band of his underwear while his struggled with the clasp of her bra.
Bennet took Elle by the shoulders and gently laid her down on the floor of the van. Amidst the empty Slush-O cups and assorted surveillance equipment, Bennet cupped Elle's breasts under her shirt and caressed her hair with paternal affection. His glasses slid down his nose as he gazed downwards, and she reached up and took them off his face, gently setting them aside, out of harm's way.
As Bennet licked and sucked at Elle's ears and neck, she undid the button and zipper of her jeans, wriggling until she managed to pull them halfway down her thighs. Bennet rested his weight against her, his cock growing harder as it was pressed between the warmth of their bare skin. Elle's breath hastened as he guided the smooth head of his dick against her clit, just for a moment, before sliding it into the slit between her legs. Elle arched her back, allowing Bennet to reach his arm around her. His hand found the outward curve of her buttocks, and he squeezed it appreciatively.
Bennet thrust into her once, twice, three times, as Elle desperately sucked on his neck, her hands wandering across his shirted back, searching out the muscles underneath. She pressed her lips against his one more time, catching his tongue between her teeth, when Bennet pulled her waist closer to his and came. Elle shuddered and sighed again, only this time it was not because she was sad or scared.
As Bennet staggered to his feet and straightened his clothing, Elle looked over his shoulder and watched Gabriel and his victim, just for a moment, before she narrowed her eyes and steeled her heart. She was greatly shaken by the way her evening unfolded, and now she was a wholly different person because of it.