Fic: "New Year" - Heroes (Elle/Claire) - Part 3 of 3
Title: "New Year" - Part 3
Author: erimthar
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: R
Word count: 1,763 for this chapter (6,685 for complete story)
Pairing: Elle/Claire
Warnings: Sexual talk and situations (f/f)
Summary: Claire learns something important about Elle... and the world learns something about them both.
Notes: This story is the latest in an Elle/Claire series, preceded by "Departure", "Too Good To Deny It", "Storm Waters", and "Summertime Girls." However, I've tried to write this story so you can follow it if you haven't read those. All you really need to know is that Claire found a way to bring Elle back after Sylar murdered her; they're lovers; and they've started a new "Company" that's like a more benign version of Primatech or Pinehearst. Those earlier stories provide more details.
( Part One is here... ) ( Part Two is here )
New Year’s Eve, 11:46 p.m.
“Are you guys okay here?” Claire asked.
“Fine,” Karen said. “Loverboy will be out for a few hours. Aziza is going to teleport him to the safehouse. We’ll decide what to do with him in the morning. Meanwhile, I’ve got to take this one dancing.”
Green smiled and shimmied happily.
“Then if you don’t need us,” Claire said, “I think Elle and I will go out and join the crowd to ring in the new year.”
“You know,” said Elle, “we can see everything from our room upstairs. Remember… our nice warm private room with a nice soft bed in it… and my very special bag sitting in the bathroom waiting for us right now?”
Claire took Elle by the hand. “It’s traditional to go stand out there and count down while the glittery thing drops. And you know what a traditional kinda gal I am…”
“Suuuure you are.”
“Humor me on this one, Thunderstorm.”
Elle sighed dramatically. “Okay. But you have to buy me one of those pairs of sparkly 2010-shaped glasses.”
“Deal.”
“The ones that light up.”
“You got it.”
“Now you know how I feel hanging out with this silly Fairy,” Karen said.
“Heyyyyy,” protested the Fairy in question, and stopped dancing in place for all of two seconds.
“You kids go have fun,” Karen said, winking at Claire. “I’ll be in touch in the next day or two.”
New Year’s Eve, 11:58 p.m.
The brief power outage hadn’t damaged the crowd’s enthusiasm much. Claire found a good vantage point atop a cement bench not far from the main stage, after Elle helpfully evicted its previous occupants (a couple of drunken frat boys) with carefully placed zaps to the buttocks.
Claire took out her phone and sent off a quick text message.
“Is that to your dad or your mom?” Elle asked her.
“Both. In a manner of speaking.”
In a few moments the lighted star began its slow descent down the pole. Claire and Elle joined the rest of the revellers in calling out the last few seconds.
Midnight arrived. The stage performed a light show as mini-fireworks shot into the sky and the giant viewscreen showed scenes of the cheering crowd.
Elle turned to Claire. “Now can we go back to…. Mmmmmm….”
The rest of the sentence was lost in the depths of Claire’s mouth as she took Elle’s head in both hands and kissed her, long and deep, right there on top of that bench.
After her initial moment of shock, Elle melted into the kiss. She thought of how shy Claire had always been about public displays of affection with her, and how badly she herself had wanted to tell the world about them, for months and months. Right now, a meteorite could have landed in the square and Elle wouldn’t have even opened her eyes.
“Pom-Pom,” she whispered when the kiss broke at last. “Don’t you care that everyone is going to see us?”
“Everyone already has,” Claire whispered into her ear. “Look.”
Elle turned around and looked at the giant viewscreen above the stage… and saw her own face, and Claire’s, looking back out of it.
Stunned, Elle put her hands to her mouth. “Claire!” she gasped. “Everybody just saw us…”
“Everybody here just saw us making out,” Claire agreed. “Yep. Must be ten thousand people.”
“But how… what…”
“The thousand dollars I paid the cameraman earlier this evening probably had something to do with it.”
Elle stared at her girlfriend, flabbergasted. “Your dad is out there. Your mom is out there… they saw us…”
“About time, huh?” Claire smiled at her.
Elle momentarily considered bursting into tears of joy, but she gulped hard and sternly told herself she hadn’t turned into that much of a blubbery girly-girl yet. Instead, she smiled back at Claire.
“Claire Bennet,” she said, “We are going straight up to our room right now and you are not going to argue with me.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Claire replied, fluttering her eyelashes.
Elle grabbed Claire firmly by the wrist and walked her straight over toward the hotel entrance.
New Year’s Day, 12:23 a.m.
Claire sat on the edge of the bed, facing the closed bathroom door, exactly where Elle had placed her. She fidgeted with nervous excitement. It was a holiday, and that meant Elle was going to play one of her sexy dress-up games.
Claire thought about what she’d learned tonight. She didn’t know whether Elle would be more relieved to know she wasn’t a psycho anymore, or devastated by what her father had done to her.
But that would have to wait for another time. There was a much different agenda on tap for this particular evening.
Claire remembered the last time she and Elle had spent the night together-on Christmas Eve Eve. (Christmas Eve itself had been a family night.) It had been in the secluded cabin in the mountains Claire had bought… the same place she’d taken Elle to recover after being brought back from the dead.
On Christmas Eve Eve, Elle had surprised Claire by the fireplace with an outfit consisting of green ankle boots, red-and-white candy striped thigh-high stockings, an incredibly short green pleather miniskirt with dangling jingle bells, a red bustier, and a Santa hat. In each hand, she’d carried one of those jumbo-sized peppermint sticks. Claire shivered as she thought about what Elle had done with those big peppermint sticks. We both probably still taste like Christmas.
The bathroom door opened, and Elle strutted out and struck a pose. Claire took a deep breath and applauded as she ogled her way up her girlfriend.
Bare feet. Bare, beautiful legs. A white diaper-looked like a real one (did they make them that big?) fastened together with a big blue plastic safety pin, to which a little note was attached. A red-and-black sash reading Happy New Year, running from her left shoulder diagonally down between her bare breasts to her right hip, and up around her back. Long black opera gloves, and a shiny black top hat.
“Baby New Year,” Claire concluded.
“That’s Babe New Year,” Elle corrected, hands on hips.
“What does your note say?” Claire asked, pointing at the safety pin. Elle walked over next to Claire so she could read it.
DO NOT OPEN UNTIL NEW YEAR!
(PS: Please open on New Year. I’m super horny. Love, Elle.)
XXX OOO <~
“Okay,” Claire said, “I understand the X’s and O’s, but what’s that last symbol?”
Elle twisted around to look. “Oh. It’s a pair of open legs and a tongue.”
Claire giggled. “Real subtle, Elle Belle.”
Elle assumed a look of wide-eyed surprise. “You were expecting subtle from me? And on New Year’s Eve?”
“Hmmm. Hugs, kisses, and cunnilingus. You know, I think you might go three-for-three tonight.”
“Happy New Year!” Elle cried, thrusting her arms straight up. “But where’s your costume?”
“I don’t have one,” Claire admitted mournfully.
“I thought you’d wear the same one you did at Christmas.”
“I didn’t have one for Christmas either…”
“Sure you did.” Elle sat down in her lap and kissed her. “Naked cheerleader.”
“Ooooh, that costume,” Claire grinned. “Yeah, I’m wearing it under my clothes. Um, you don’t happen to have any of those big peppermint sticks left, do you?”
“Got a whole box of ‘em,” Elle said. “Looking to get your cherry busted again, Miss Perpetual Virgin?” Claire blushed furiously.
“But not tonight,” Elle told her. “Tonight, I have a special surprise.” She leaned in close and whispered in Claire’s ear. “Close your eyes and stick out your tongue.”
“Tongues again?” Claire giggled. She did as instructed.
She felt the tip of Elle’s tongue touch the tip of her own, and was just about to go in for a kiss when she felt a sharp zap of electricity in her mouth. She squeaked and jumped away.
She opened her eyes and stared in amazement at Elle, who grinned back at her. “You… you learned to shoot your electricity out through your tongue?”
“Uh-huh. It took a lot of practice. When I used to try, I would just gag myself, and I figured it wouldn’t be too sexy for me to throw up all over your belly. But the secret is to keep my tongue away from the roof of my mouth, and breathe through my nose, and only let a little current out at a time…hey!”
She giggled as Claire unceremoniously dumped her out of her lap, and started fumbling with her dress, trying to get it off as quickly as possible. “Omigod,” Claire murmured, her voice trembling with excitement. “Omigod. Omigod…”
Elle pounced on top of her, laying her out on her back on the bed with her arms pinned down. “Easy there, you little electric sex addict, you. We’ve got all night. It’s gonna be a long one, and we’re gonna use every minute of it. No sleep for you until sunrise.”
Claire whimpered in (mostly) mock terror as she imagined the things Elle was going to do to her. When Elle flooded her with her electricity, it brought every nerve ending in her body to life. Every pain receptor, and every pleasure receptor… only she couldn’t feel the pain part. For anyone else, Elle’s power would be death-but for Claire and Claire alone, it was ecstasy. It was an intimacy that only the two of them could share, and Claire loved it more than she could ever tell her lover in words.
Elle lay down on top of her and snuggled close. “I love you for what you did tonight, Pom-Pom,” she murmured. “I mean, I loved you before, but I love you especially more now. Maybe I should put on my red leather bustier, though? It might be better for blocking a bullet if your dad comes in here to shoot me.”
“I think he’d be terrified to come in this room right now,” Claire laughed. “With good reason.”
“Here’s hoping,” Elle said. “That reminds me… three weeks until college starts up again, right? Are you going to tell your ‘rents about us and Gretchen?”
Gretchen. “Mmmmm. I think maybe we should give them time to recover from one heart attack before we give them another one.”
“You’re right,” Elle agreed. She slipped her hand up under Claire’ skirt. “The only shock for the rest of tonight will be this one.” Claire jumped and squealed as Elle zapped her. “And this one. And maybe this one…”
Claire’s cries rang in the new year as love and lightning claimed her.
The End