Cold -- PROMPT #18 SEX (Heroes, Claisac)
Title: Cold
Rating: R
Spoilers: Vaguely Distractions
Pairings: Claire/Isaac, implied Isaac/Simone
Characters: Claire, Isaac
Warnings: Implied underageness, and some mildly graphic content.
Prompt: #18 - Sex
Genre: Romance, angst
Summary: Cold nights always need something to warm them up a bit.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Srsly.
AN: Figured I'd do something before...you know...five days before the deadline. This is what I came up with.
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Cold
She shivered slightly, watching as the hairs on her skin stood on end and formed tiny goosebumps in a definite trail. Her skin felt hot and flushed wherever the coolness passed.
Fingers pressed into skin and slid easily along opposite patterns, leaving invisible marks that burned hotter than the fire in the train that she'd raced into long ago.
Her breath caught harshly in her throat as the cool breeze was replaced by soft touches tracing northward across her skin. It was all she could do, to writhe and fist her hands into the sheets of canvas that covered the floor.
A pitiful whimper escaped her, and was answered with a low chuckle that sent a gust of warm air across her collar bone. A gasp and soft pleading filled the space around them, and he smiled down at her.
She couldn't help smiling back, and leaning up in an attempt to purchase his full-looking lips. He dodged her deftly, and laughed again.
She gave a frustrated sigh, and dropped her head back to the floor, gazing up at the arched ceiling, so far away from where she lay. She did not have the opportunity to wonder why it was so far away, before his lips descended upon hers, rewarding patience.
His skin was soft and rough and firm and worn all at the same time, and it contrasted so beautifully against her thigh. Her breath escaped her in a rush as he slipped her legs around himself tightly.
It was heaven and earth and everything she imagined as he whispered sweet nothings in her ears, and her nails dug into his shoulders. Everything was right and perfect in the world, and he pulled her close and warm, and he didn't need to say he loved her, but he did.
She closed her eyes in a sigh, and shivered in the cold breeze that brushed across her, seeping through the thin sheet covering her.
She gave a mournful huff, and opened her eyes to the empty loft. No. Not empty. Her employer gave her a haunted smile from across the room, before vanishing into the other room.
Just a dream.
Her gaze turned to the reddish-blue painting of silhuoetted figures embracing, hanging lonely on the wall.
That's all it ever would be.
A rough bundle of blankets fell on her face, and she wrestled free of them, to glare up at whomever dared to assault her.
"You look cold." He smiled a soft, genuine smile, and pointed at the comforter. "It will help."
She eyed the blue blanket a moment, then glanced back at his comforterless bed, before shooting him a look of askance.
He shrugged, and patted the back of the couch. "You need it more than I do."
She smiled softly. "Thanks."
END
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AN: Well, originally it was for breath, but I decided I wanted to use that for something a bit more elegantly done than this. Take this one as you will.
Rating: R
Spoilers: Vaguely Distractions
Pairings: Claire/Isaac, implied Isaac/Simone
Characters: Claire, Isaac
Warnings: Implied underageness, and some mildly graphic content.
Prompt: #18 - Sex
Genre: Romance, angst
Summary: Cold nights always need something to warm them up a bit.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Srsly.
AN: Figured I'd do something before...you know...five days before the deadline. This is what I came up with.
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Cold
She shivered slightly, watching as the hairs on her skin stood on end and formed tiny goosebumps in a definite trail. Her skin felt hot and flushed wherever the coolness passed.
Fingers pressed into skin and slid easily along opposite patterns, leaving invisible marks that burned hotter than the fire in the train that she'd raced into long ago.
Her breath caught harshly in her throat as the cool breeze was replaced by soft touches tracing northward across her skin. It was all she could do, to writhe and fist her hands into the sheets of canvas that covered the floor.
A pitiful whimper escaped her, and was answered with a low chuckle that sent a gust of warm air across her collar bone. A gasp and soft pleading filled the space around them, and he smiled down at her.
She couldn't help smiling back, and leaning up in an attempt to purchase his full-looking lips. He dodged her deftly, and laughed again.
She gave a frustrated sigh, and dropped her head back to the floor, gazing up at the arched ceiling, so far away from where she lay. She did not have the opportunity to wonder why it was so far away, before his lips descended upon hers, rewarding patience.
His skin was soft and rough and firm and worn all at the same time, and it contrasted so beautifully against her thigh. Her breath escaped her in a rush as he slipped her legs around himself tightly.
It was heaven and earth and everything she imagined as he whispered sweet nothings in her ears, and her nails dug into his shoulders. Everything was right and perfect in the world, and he pulled her close and warm, and he didn't need to say he loved her, but he did.
She closed her eyes in a sigh, and shivered in the cold breeze that brushed across her, seeping through the thin sheet covering her.
She gave a mournful huff, and opened her eyes to the empty loft. No. Not empty. Her employer gave her a haunted smile from across the room, before vanishing into the other room.
Just a dream.
Her gaze turned to the reddish-blue painting of silhuoetted figures embracing, hanging lonely on the wall.
That's all it ever would be.
A rough bundle of blankets fell on her face, and she wrestled free of them, to glare up at whomever dared to assault her.
"You look cold." He smiled a soft, genuine smile, and pointed at the comforter. "It will help."
She eyed the blue blanket a moment, then glanced back at his comforterless bed, before shooting him a look of askance.
He shrugged, and patted the back of the couch. "You need it more than I do."
She smiled softly. "Thanks."
END
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AN: Well, originally it was for breath, but I decided I wanted to use that for something a bit more elegantly done than this. Take this one as you will.