Fic: In Order to Know Love
Title: In Order to Know Love
Characters/Pairings: Bob/Elle
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes of any of its characters.
Spoiler alert: none, really
Warnings: Incest, molestation.
Summary: She became more like a tool than a toy...
He didn't mean it, at first - at first it was nothing more than a moment of weakness, a sudden uncontrollable urge, an attempt to remember what his life had been like when his wife, who Elle took after in looks and temperament, was living. But Elle was just a child, and as soon Bob's thoughts returned to their normal cold rationality, he stopped. He even meant to have the Haitian erase the memory away, but that would mean letting the Haitian in on what had happened - and so he opted not to.
And then he noticed the change in his daughter. She was no longer a lost little girl, head half in the clouds, always caught somewhere between reality and reverie. She seemed more focus, more ready, and she searched more and more for his affection and attention.
He suddenly recognized the possibilities, the advantages, the benefits of continuing this illicit behavior. She became more like a tool than a toy, not something he could simply play around with when bored, but something he could control, weaponize, use. And so it continued. He'd visit her at night, and she'd lay obediently in bed, wearing a nightgown with nothing else underneath, and he'd slide his hand against her skin, rubbing, caressing, pinching sometimes, all the while wearing a smile that was at once comforting and menacing. Sometimes he'd let his fingers follow the crevice between her legs; sometimes he'd have one hand between his own legs, too; and rarely, he'd lean forward, and kiss his daughter on the mouth.
She simply thought that was the way that fathers loved their daughters. She thought that in order to know love, she had to experience the hurt that came along with it. And so she lay there, night after night, waiting for her father's arrival, and the approval that was tied up in it.
Characters/Pairings: Bob/Elle
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes of any of its characters.
Spoiler alert: none, really
Warnings: Incest, molestation.
Summary: She became more like a tool than a toy...
He didn't mean it, at first - at first it was nothing more than a moment of weakness, a sudden uncontrollable urge, an attempt to remember what his life had been like when his wife, who Elle took after in looks and temperament, was living. But Elle was just a child, and as soon Bob's thoughts returned to their normal cold rationality, he stopped. He even meant to have the Haitian erase the memory away, but that would mean letting the Haitian in on what had happened - and so he opted not to.
And then he noticed the change in his daughter. She was no longer a lost little girl, head half in the clouds, always caught somewhere between reality and reverie. She seemed more focus, more ready, and she searched more and more for his affection and attention.
He suddenly recognized the possibilities, the advantages, the benefits of continuing this illicit behavior. She became more like a tool than a toy, not something he could simply play around with when bored, but something he could control, weaponize, use. And so it continued. He'd visit her at night, and she'd lay obediently in bed, wearing a nightgown with nothing else underneath, and he'd slide his hand against her skin, rubbing, caressing, pinching sometimes, all the while wearing a smile that was at once comforting and menacing. Sometimes he'd let his fingers follow the crevice between her legs; sometimes he'd have one hand between his own legs, too; and rarely, he'd lean forward, and kiss his daughter on the mouth.
She simply thought that was the way that fathers loved their daughters. She thought that in order to know love, she had to experience the hurt that came along with it. And so she lay there, night after night, waiting for her father's arrival, and the approval that was tied up in it.