Fic: Untouched
Title: Untouched
Characters: Noah/Elle, Sandra, Lyle, Mr. Muggles
Rating: R
Word Count: 762
Disclaimer: I don't own any aspect of Heroes or its characters
Spoilers/Warnings: A little bit cracky.
Summary: Elle is a little obsessed with the man with the horn-rimmed glasses.
A/N: Originally written for the YAHAKM.
It was a bad idea to sleep with Elle Bishop on their last assignment together. It couldn't be helped, though, from Noah's point of view - she was ready and willing and as pretty as Sandra when she was younger. She was hurt and upset at what she had done to Gabriel Gray, and he'd only done what he'd done to comfort her.
He didn't intend to trigger an obsession.
At work, he couldn't escape her. She'd wait in his office and pounce like a cat, pouting if he didn't give in to her. She'd try to meet him with increasing frequency, demanding more from him, almost getting them both caught on several occasions.
But all that was nothing compared to the night she broke into his house.
He'd left work early just to avoid her, not realizing she'd slipped out before even him. When he walked through his front door Sandra met him with a kiss and told him she'd have dinner ready in an hour. "Sorry it's going to be late, but by then Claire will be home from cheerleading practice and Lyle will be back from... wherever it is he goes after school."
"I'm just going to run upstairs, take a shower, change into something other than a suit," Noah told his wife, smiling, as he ascended the stairs.
When he reached his room, however, he found that he had company.
"How did you get here?"
Elle was reclined on the bed, lying on her stomach with her ankles crossed above her. She had stripped to nothing but her underwear, lacy and girlishly pink; Noah scanned the room but couldn't find where she'd left her clothes.
"I feel so untouched right now," Elle whispered, rolling playfully off the bed and quietly padding over to where Noah stood. "And I want you so much."
"Elle, this is my home, you shouldn't have come here," Noah muttered, his voice low so as not to wake his wife or children. "Go back to Primatech, I'll see you at work."
"I just can't resist you, Noah," Elle smiled, tracing shapes now with her finger on his shirt flirtatiously. "It's not enough to say that I miss you."
"Elle," Noah muttered, trying to sound authoritative but melting under her touch. "You shouldn't - we can't -"
Elle stood on her tiptoes, clasping her hands behind Noah's neck and pulling him towards to meet his lips in an illicit kiss.
"I told my wife I was going to take a shower."
"Then let's take a shower."
Together they stepped under the running water, letting the heat loosen up their muscles and wash away the stress of their respective workdays. But Elle was their to relieve something other than stress, so as Noah ran his hands through his thinning hair, working up a lather, Elle reached around and toyed with his cock, letting it harden in her grip. By the time he was done shampooing, he was ready to take her.
He turned towards her, and she gripped the towel bar and braced herself for the force of his thrusting. With the water still running over them, they slipped and slid against one another. Elle couldn't help but generate a little static electricity, and each time she sparked Noah, she giggled.
"Noah, are you done? Dinner's on the table when you're ready!" they heard Sandra call out above the noise of the shower. Noah came quickly, pulled out, rinsed off, and Elle's face fell into a muddled expression.
"She's my wife, Elle," Noah said, placing a hand on her shoulder as he turned off the shower. "This is my home. I have to respect that - I need you to respect that."
For the first time, it looked as though Elle really understood. He had a family, people who loved and depended on him, and she was jeopardizing that by coming here. Sadly she let her chin fall to her chest. "You can take time to live the way you gotta... gotta live your life," Elle sighed. "I won't come back again." She dressed quickly.
As Sandra fussed over dinner, greeting her husband and setting the table, Elle managed to slip out the door. In her hurry, she nearly knocked over Lyle, who was returning from walking Mr. Muggles.
She looked at him for a moment, and he looked at her. Her hair was still dripping onto her just-barely-professional clothes, and she smiled awkwardly.
"I'm not even going to ask," he remarked, and Elle darted away gratefully. He shook his head and muttered, "Whatever keeps their flame alive, I guess."
Characters: Noah/Elle, Sandra, Lyle, Mr. Muggles
Rating: R
Word Count: 762
Disclaimer: I don't own any aspect of Heroes or its characters
Spoilers/Warnings: A little bit cracky.
Summary: Elle is a little obsessed with the man with the horn-rimmed glasses.
A/N: Originally written for the YAHAKM.
It was a bad idea to sleep with Elle Bishop on their last assignment together. It couldn't be helped, though, from Noah's point of view - she was ready and willing and as pretty as Sandra when she was younger. She was hurt and upset at what she had done to Gabriel Gray, and he'd only done what he'd done to comfort her.
He didn't intend to trigger an obsession.
At work, he couldn't escape her. She'd wait in his office and pounce like a cat, pouting if he didn't give in to her. She'd try to meet him with increasing frequency, demanding more from him, almost getting them both caught on several occasions.
But all that was nothing compared to the night she broke into his house.
He'd left work early just to avoid her, not realizing she'd slipped out before even him. When he walked through his front door Sandra met him with a kiss and told him she'd have dinner ready in an hour. "Sorry it's going to be late, but by then Claire will be home from cheerleading practice and Lyle will be back from... wherever it is he goes after school."
"I'm just going to run upstairs, take a shower, change into something other than a suit," Noah told his wife, smiling, as he ascended the stairs.
When he reached his room, however, he found that he had company.
"How did you get here?"
Elle was reclined on the bed, lying on her stomach with her ankles crossed above her. She had stripped to nothing but her underwear, lacy and girlishly pink; Noah scanned the room but couldn't find where she'd left her clothes.
"I feel so untouched right now," Elle whispered, rolling playfully off the bed and quietly padding over to where Noah stood. "And I want you so much."
"Elle, this is my home, you shouldn't have come here," Noah muttered, his voice low so as not to wake his wife or children. "Go back to Primatech, I'll see you at work."
"I just can't resist you, Noah," Elle smiled, tracing shapes now with her finger on his shirt flirtatiously. "It's not enough to say that I miss you."
"Elle," Noah muttered, trying to sound authoritative but melting under her touch. "You shouldn't - we can't -"
Elle stood on her tiptoes, clasping her hands behind Noah's neck and pulling him towards to meet his lips in an illicit kiss.
"I told my wife I was going to take a shower."
"Then let's take a shower."
Together they stepped under the running water, letting the heat loosen up their muscles and wash away the stress of their respective workdays. But Elle was their to relieve something other than stress, so as Noah ran his hands through his thinning hair, working up a lather, Elle reached around and toyed with his cock, letting it harden in her grip. By the time he was done shampooing, he was ready to take her.
He turned towards her, and she gripped the towel bar and braced herself for the force of his thrusting. With the water still running over them, they slipped and slid against one another. Elle couldn't help but generate a little static electricity, and each time she sparked Noah, she giggled.
"Noah, are you done? Dinner's on the table when you're ready!" they heard Sandra call out above the noise of the shower. Noah came quickly, pulled out, rinsed off, and Elle's face fell into a muddled expression.
"She's my wife, Elle," Noah said, placing a hand on her shoulder as he turned off the shower. "This is my home. I have to respect that - I need you to respect that."
For the first time, it looked as though Elle really understood. He had a family, people who loved and depended on him, and she was jeopardizing that by coming here. Sadly she let her chin fall to her chest. "You can take time to live the way you gotta... gotta live your life," Elle sighed. "I won't come back again." She dressed quickly.
As Sandra fussed over dinner, greeting her husband and setting the table, Elle managed to slip out the door. In her hurry, she nearly knocked over Lyle, who was returning from walking Mr. Muggles.
She looked at him for a moment, and he looked at her. Her hair was still dripping onto her just-barely-professional clothes, and she smiled awkwardly.
"I'm not even going to ask," he remarked, and Elle darted away gratefully. He shook his head and muttered, "Whatever keeps their flame alive, I guess."