"Too Good To Deny It" (4/4) - Heroes (Elle/Claire)
This is set about ten months after the events of "Departure," and is off on an alternate future from the official continuity of Heroes. With Primatech and Pinehearst gone, Claire and Elle have formed their own "company", dedicated to tracking down rogue individuals with dangerous powers, and either turning them over to the government... or hiding them from it.
This was going to be a 3-parter, but part 3 got too long for one post so I had to split it. This is Chapter Four (the conclusion).
Chapters 3 and 4 are rated NC-17 for loving but explicit f/f erotica. Please don't continue if this bothers you.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Part Four
Claire knelt between Elle’s legs, taking in the sight of her beautiful lover spread-eagled on the bed in front of her. Elle had a dreamy look on her face, and Claire imagined she did also.
“I have no idea what I’m doing, Elle.”
Elle chuckled at her. “I’ll let you in on a little secret, pom-pom. There’s absolutely no way you can screw this up. None. Does that take the pressure off?”
“We’ll see. A little pressure is nice sometimes.”
Elle closed her eyes and stretched. “Mmmmm. I’m gonna come, baby.”
Claire laughed. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”
“I know. I just didn’t want there to be any confusion over the fact that I’m gonna come.”
“Fair enough.” Claire tossed her hair forward and leaned over Elle’s midsection, shaking her head so that her blonde hair-tips tickled Elle all over her belly and thighs and points in between.
“Gaaaawd,” Elle moaned. “This isn’t gonna take long at all. I’m in so much trouble.”
“You kinda are,” Claire agreed.
* * * * *
Claire ransacked her memory, trying to recall everything she’d ever read in magazines and on websites about making love to women. She also assessed the long hours she’d spent alone, experimenting with her own tender places. What would I want me to do if I were Elle?
The clitoris is sometimes tiny and hard to find, Claire remembered reading. Elle’s didn’t have that problem. There it was, front and center, anchoring the ragged pink petals of her very aroused, very wet vulva.
Hello, Elle’s Clitoris, Claire thought dreamily. Your only purpose in life is to make Elle feel good. Wanna be friends? She kissed it gently. Elle jumped and made a sharp hiccup sound.
She kissed it again, and again. With tongue-tip the third time. Elle reacted similarly each time.
I have kind of a long, pointy tongue, Claire thought. Maybe she’ll like this…
Claire used the fingers of both hands to open up Elle’s channel, and, pressing her mouth against the silky wet pink, slid her tongue straight in as far as it would go.
Elle’s back arched off the bed, and she let out a scream that made Claire hope these suites were well sound-proofed. Elle released an involuntary jolt of electricity into the mattress that made the whole bed vibrate for a second.
I think she does like it, Claire assessed. She slid her tongue all the way out, then all the way back in again.
Elle couldn’t speak coherently, but that didn’t stop her from trying. Claire heard her name several times, along with various words of pleading. Too bad. All the way out, all the way back in…
Claire squeaked as she felt Elle’s toes suddenly in her crotch, which was every bit as ready for playtime as Elle’s was. She grunted as Elle’s big toe popped inside of her and wiggled. The same one she’d been sucking on earlier. No fair. I wasn’t ready. Claire gritted her teeth and was about one second away from an orgasm when the toe popped back out again, and Elle’s lovely legs wrapped themselves around her back.
Oooh, that was close. Claire wiped the sweat out of her eyes on Elle’s fluffy curls, and went back to work.
In payback for the toe incident, Claire began rotating the tip of her tongue around in a slow circular motion when it was all the way inside Elle. Additionally, Claire’s nose and Elle’s pretty little love-bud had become very special friends, and their relationship was now turning serious. Elle trembled all over, and her pleas for mercy grew higher in pitch.
Judging by the way she was squirming, Claire could tell that Elle wouldn’t last much longer. Claire remembered that when she was masturbating and wanted to tease herself for a while longer, she would bring herself right to the edge, and then shift her stroking to that sensitive little bridge of flesh between her vagina and her bottom. Tickling that spot would allow her to pull back from the edge just a bit, while still remaining very close to it.
So, she pulled her tongue out of Elle and went to work down there, with lips and tongue and teasing little nips of her teeth.
Claire had been loving all the different sounds Elle made during sex, and right now she seemed to be running through her whole repertoire. I’ll have to record them someday and use them in a music mix, Claire considered.
When Elle started shooting little jolts of power into the bedsheets so that Claire could smell the first hints of singed fabric, and Elle’s right leg seemed to be shaking uncontrollably, she knew it was time.
“I love you, Elle,” she said, and slid her tongue back in. This time she curled the tip upward so that it pressed against the roof of her lover’s channel. In that position, she pulled her tongue slowly forward along the roof toward Elle’s clit, which finally just couldn’t contain itself even a single second longer.
Every muscle in Elle’s body spasmed as she sat bolt upright, making a sound like a door with a rusty hinge. Her hands, pressed against the back of Claire’s head, let out an involuntary blast of electricity that singed her hair, and nearly caused her to black out for a moment.
Dazed, Claire felt a warm flood of honey gush all over her tongue and lips and chin. She gave a little wet snuffle of surprise, then set about lapping up the sweet little mess to the sound of Elle’s hysterical sobs. She looks hot, sounds hot, feels hot, smells hot, even tastes hot. There isn’t a single sense she isn’t beautiful in.
It was well over a minute later when Elle’s spasms finally stopped and she sank slowly back down onto the bed with a whiny little purr of ecstasy.
Claire made her way up Elle’s sweat-soaked body, settling in to kiss and cuddle her through her afterglow.
“Mmmmmmmm,” said Elle.
“Happy?” Claire nuzzled her cheek.
“Didn’t think anything could feel that good,” Elle murmured sleepily. “Surprise!”
“Lots more where that came from,” Claire assured her with a kiss.
“I haven’t given you the rest of your birthday present, Claire…” Elle’s voice was a teasing sing-song.
“You haven’t?”
“Of course not. What kind of insensitive, orgasm-hogging bitch do you take me for?”
Excitement fluttered deep inside Claire. “What are you gonna do?”
“Open up.”
“Huh?”
“Your legs, silly. Open them nice and wide for me.”
Claire looked into Elle’s eyes, trying to get some feel for what she might have in mind. There was a wicked grin on her face, but there was nothing but love in her eyes.
Abandoning herself to trust, Claire opened herself to Elle. Smiling, Elle took one of Claire’s hands reassuringly. The other hand tickled Claire’s inner thighs for a few moments before moving up to play with her pubic hair.
“I could use this opportunity to see how good I am at going down on a girl,” Elle mused. “But it’s your first time, and I’m afraid you’d get too hot and blow your load in seconds. Am I right?” Claire gulped and nodded, embarrassed.
“I want your first climax with me to be something special. Something only I can do for you. Something you’ll remember for the rest of your life.”
Claire’s eyes went wide and she took a deep breath as she felt Elle’s hands move down to touch her most secret place - a secret that no one else had ever been in on.
“So, birthday girl,” Elle purred. “Please picture eighteen roman candles sparkling in your head.” She cleared her throat theatrically, in preparation for a song.
“Happy birthday to you…”
Elle pressed her thumb against Claire’s clitoris. Already, this was almost too much.
“Happy birthday to you…”
Elle bent her index finger double and nuzzled its knuckle gently into the tiny opening below the clit. This was even more almost too much.
“Happy birthday, dear pom-pom…”
Elle slid her long, manicured middle finger all the way up Claire’s vagina. It was tough going. Claire was tight - virgin tight - and Elle thought at first she wouldn’t make it all the way in. Giving a little screech through clenched teeth, Claire spasmed and arched her back and reached out reflexively to grab Elle’s wrist, almost pushing her away. Elle kept her finger very still, giving Claire a chance to regain control of herself. After a few moments Claire relaxed a bit and took her hand away from Elle’s wrist, her orgasm still pending.
“Happy birthday to youuuu…”
Elle teasingly threatened to thrust her little finger right up Claire’s final opening, but that would have been beyond too much, and Elle knew it. So she contented herself with wriggling that final finger up into the cleavage between Claire’s buns.
“Love you,” Elle whispered, and clamped her mouth firmly over Claire’s. Then she released her power through her carefully positioned fingers.
It was a gentle release this time, not the blast she had ravished Claire’s nervous system with earlier in the evening. But it was enough. It was so enough.
At first, Claire was so stunned by the sensation that all she could do was reach out and claw frantically at the sheets with the hand that Elle wasn’t holding.
Then the screaming started. Elle kept her mouth firmly over Claire’s, drinking her howls of ecstasy like champagne. (And incidentally saving them from having hotel security break down their door.)
There was no mercy for Claire tonight, however. Elle slowly increased the voltage as the younger woman’s muffled screams grew more frantic and her struggles more desperate.
Elle could feel the power she was sending into Claire’s womanhood flowing through her lover’s body and back into her own, through her hand and her mouth. It reminded her so much of their experience on the plane that she closed her eyes and wondered if she could climax just from this feeling alone. After sixty seconds of concentration and just a little bit of rubbing her thighs together, she had her answer. She slipped over the edge, her groans of pleasure providing a brief counterpoint to Claire’s screams.
Writhing in ecstasy, Elle took Claire’s virginity away with dancing fingers of blue fire.
When her head cleared from her orgasm, Elle could still feel Claire’s deep-inside muscles hysterically grabbing and releasing her middle finger. Claire’s screams had died down to convulsive, shivering sobs. She was soaking wet from head to toe… with sweat, with tears, and with other things.
Elle decreased the current gradually, and slowly pulled her fingers out. Claire was no longer making noise… just breathing hard and staring at the ceiling with glassy eyes. Elle lay next to her, gazing at her, as she finally turned off her power altogether and began to caress Claire’s flat, sweaty belly with slow, soothing strokes.
“If you ever think maybe you’re losing the ability to feel anything, Claire,” she said, “come and see me. Got it?”
* * * * *
The wetness of their bodies made them feel chilly. Neither of them wanted to bother going over and fiddling with the air conditioning, and they certainly didn’t want to dry off just yet. So Elle and Claire moved over into the warmer, drier bed and slipped into each other’s arms beneath the sheets.
“I think I might have actually died a few times there,” Claire said sleepily. “Just kidding, I think. That was pretty nice for our first time together, wasn’t it?”
“Well, first time that you’ve actually been here for,” Elle replied with a grin. “I’ve given you quite a bit of thought in my solitary moments, after all. In that hot blue cheerleader uniform of yours.”
“Hmmm. Not the red one? You know, the one I wore when you were spying on me in school, you perv?”
“Actually, in the way I picture it, I’m wearing the red one.”
Claire chuckled. “Naughty girl. Actually, I’ll bet it would fit you. Let’s try it sometime.”
“Can’t wait.”
Claire discovered to her surprise that it was possible for Elle to nuzzle in even closer to her than she was a few seconds ago.
“Mmmm,” she said, nuzzling back. “You know, Elle, you’re pretty snuggly for a crazy sociopath.”
Elle giggled. “Feeling much better now,” she sighed. “Much better. Maybe getting barbecued on that beach was the best thing that ever happened to me.”
“Elle! Don’t say that.”
“Sylar’s Finger-Lickin’ Elle-B-Q…”
“Elle, shut up!” Claire smacked her on the hip. “I’m the one who had to find you like that, you know. Do you know how awful it was? If I didn’t already have a plan for getting you back, I’d have just laid down on that beach next to you and never gotten up again.”
“I know.” Elle stroked Claire’s hair. “I just thought we’d both done enough crying and maybe laughing was good for a change. Let’s not give him the power to make us cry any more. Okay, Claire? Deal?”
Claire sighed and smiled. “Deal. You know, Elle, that whole sociopath thing may have been just a bunch of bullshit your father fed you so you wouldn’t try and take responsibility for your own actions. But I do think you’re just a little bit crazy.”
“Maybe so, pom-pom. Wanna be crazy with me?”
Claire closed her eyes and smiled and hugged Elle tight. “Deal, again. My girl is on a roll.”
They found that the window of their suite gave a lovely view of the sunrise.
This was going to be a 3-parter, but part 3 got too long for one post so I had to split it. This is Chapter Four (the conclusion).
Chapters 3 and 4 are rated NC-17 for loving but explicit f/f erotica. Please don't continue if this bothers you.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Part Four
Claire knelt between Elle’s legs, taking in the sight of her beautiful lover spread-eagled on the bed in front of her. Elle had a dreamy look on her face, and Claire imagined she did also.
“I have no idea what I’m doing, Elle.”
Elle chuckled at her. “I’ll let you in on a little secret, pom-pom. There’s absolutely no way you can screw this up. None. Does that take the pressure off?”
“We’ll see. A little pressure is nice sometimes.”
Elle closed her eyes and stretched. “Mmmmm. I’m gonna come, baby.”
Claire laughed. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”
“I know. I just didn’t want there to be any confusion over the fact that I’m gonna come.”
“Fair enough.” Claire tossed her hair forward and leaned over Elle’s midsection, shaking her head so that her blonde hair-tips tickled Elle all over her belly and thighs and points in between.
“Gaaaawd,” Elle moaned. “This isn’t gonna take long at all. I’m in so much trouble.”
“You kinda are,” Claire agreed.
* * * * *
Claire ransacked her memory, trying to recall everything she’d ever read in magazines and on websites about making love to women. She also assessed the long hours she’d spent alone, experimenting with her own tender places. What would I want me to do if I were Elle?
The clitoris is sometimes tiny and hard to find, Claire remembered reading. Elle’s didn’t have that problem. There it was, front and center, anchoring the ragged pink petals of her very aroused, very wet vulva.
Hello, Elle’s Clitoris, Claire thought dreamily. Your only purpose in life is to make Elle feel good. Wanna be friends? She kissed it gently. Elle jumped and made a sharp hiccup sound.
She kissed it again, and again. With tongue-tip the third time. Elle reacted similarly each time.
I have kind of a long, pointy tongue, Claire thought. Maybe she’ll like this…
Claire used the fingers of both hands to open up Elle’s channel, and, pressing her mouth against the silky wet pink, slid her tongue straight in as far as it would go.
Elle’s back arched off the bed, and she let out a scream that made Claire hope these suites were well sound-proofed. Elle released an involuntary jolt of electricity into the mattress that made the whole bed vibrate for a second.
I think she does like it, Claire assessed. She slid her tongue all the way out, then all the way back in again.
Elle couldn’t speak coherently, but that didn’t stop her from trying. Claire heard her name several times, along with various words of pleading. Too bad. All the way out, all the way back in…
Claire squeaked as she felt Elle’s toes suddenly in her crotch, which was every bit as ready for playtime as Elle’s was. She grunted as Elle’s big toe popped inside of her and wiggled. The same one she’d been sucking on earlier. No fair. I wasn’t ready. Claire gritted her teeth and was about one second away from an orgasm when the toe popped back out again, and Elle’s lovely legs wrapped themselves around her back.
Oooh, that was close. Claire wiped the sweat out of her eyes on Elle’s fluffy curls, and went back to work.
In payback for the toe incident, Claire began rotating the tip of her tongue around in a slow circular motion when it was all the way inside Elle. Additionally, Claire’s nose and Elle’s pretty little love-bud had become very special friends, and their relationship was now turning serious. Elle trembled all over, and her pleas for mercy grew higher in pitch.
Judging by the way she was squirming, Claire could tell that Elle wouldn’t last much longer. Claire remembered that when she was masturbating and wanted to tease herself for a while longer, she would bring herself right to the edge, and then shift her stroking to that sensitive little bridge of flesh between her vagina and her bottom. Tickling that spot would allow her to pull back from the edge just a bit, while still remaining very close to it.
So, she pulled her tongue out of Elle and went to work down there, with lips and tongue and teasing little nips of her teeth.
Claire had been loving all the different sounds Elle made during sex, and right now she seemed to be running through her whole repertoire. I’ll have to record them someday and use them in a music mix, Claire considered.
When Elle started shooting little jolts of power into the bedsheets so that Claire could smell the first hints of singed fabric, and Elle’s right leg seemed to be shaking uncontrollably, she knew it was time.
“I love you, Elle,” she said, and slid her tongue back in. This time she curled the tip upward so that it pressed against the roof of her lover’s channel. In that position, she pulled her tongue slowly forward along the roof toward Elle’s clit, which finally just couldn’t contain itself even a single second longer.
Every muscle in Elle’s body spasmed as she sat bolt upright, making a sound like a door with a rusty hinge. Her hands, pressed against the back of Claire’s head, let out an involuntary blast of electricity that singed her hair, and nearly caused her to black out for a moment.
Dazed, Claire felt a warm flood of honey gush all over her tongue and lips and chin. She gave a little wet snuffle of surprise, then set about lapping up the sweet little mess to the sound of Elle’s hysterical sobs. She looks hot, sounds hot, feels hot, smells hot, even tastes hot. There isn’t a single sense she isn’t beautiful in.
It was well over a minute later when Elle’s spasms finally stopped and she sank slowly back down onto the bed with a whiny little purr of ecstasy.
Claire made her way up Elle’s sweat-soaked body, settling in to kiss and cuddle her through her afterglow.
“Mmmmmmmm,” said Elle.
“Happy?” Claire nuzzled her cheek.
“Didn’t think anything could feel that good,” Elle murmured sleepily. “Surprise!”
“Lots more where that came from,” Claire assured her with a kiss.
“I haven’t given you the rest of your birthday present, Claire…” Elle’s voice was a teasing sing-song.
“You haven’t?”
“Of course not. What kind of insensitive, orgasm-hogging bitch do you take me for?”
Excitement fluttered deep inside Claire. “What are you gonna do?”
“Open up.”
“Huh?”
“Your legs, silly. Open them nice and wide for me.”
Claire looked into Elle’s eyes, trying to get some feel for what she might have in mind. There was a wicked grin on her face, but there was nothing but love in her eyes.
Abandoning herself to trust, Claire opened herself to Elle. Smiling, Elle took one of Claire’s hands reassuringly. The other hand tickled Claire’s inner thighs for a few moments before moving up to play with her pubic hair.
“I could use this opportunity to see how good I am at going down on a girl,” Elle mused. “But it’s your first time, and I’m afraid you’d get too hot and blow your load in seconds. Am I right?” Claire gulped and nodded, embarrassed.
“I want your first climax with me to be something special. Something only I can do for you. Something you’ll remember for the rest of your life.”
Claire’s eyes went wide and she took a deep breath as she felt Elle’s hands move down to touch her most secret place - a secret that no one else had ever been in on.
“So, birthday girl,” Elle purred. “Please picture eighteen roman candles sparkling in your head.” She cleared her throat theatrically, in preparation for a song.
“Happy birthday to you…”
Elle pressed her thumb against Claire’s clitoris. Already, this was almost too much.
“Happy birthday to you…”
Elle bent her index finger double and nuzzled its knuckle gently into the tiny opening below the clit. This was even more almost too much.
“Happy birthday, dear pom-pom…”
Elle slid her long, manicured middle finger all the way up Claire’s vagina. It was tough going. Claire was tight - virgin tight - and Elle thought at first she wouldn’t make it all the way in. Giving a little screech through clenched teeth, Claire spasmed and arched her back and reached out reflexively to grab Elle’s wrist, almost pushing her away. Elle kept her finger very still, giving Claire a chance to regain control of herself. After a few moments Claire relaxed a bit and took her hand away from Elle’s wrist, her orgasm still pending.
“Happy birthday to youuuu…”
Elle teasingly threatened to thrust her little finger right up Claire’s final opening, but that would have been beyond too much, and Elle knew it. So she contented herself with wriggling that final finger up into the cleavage between Claire’s buns.
“Love you,” Elle whispered, and clamped her mouth firmly over Claire’s. Then she released her power through her carefully positioned fingers.
It was a gentle release this time, not the blast she had ravished Claire’s nervous system with earlier in the evening. But it was enough. It was so enough.
At first, Claire was so stunned by the sensation that all she could do was reach out and claw frantically at the sheets with the hand that Elle wasn’t holding.
Then the screaming started. Elle kept her mouth firmly over Claire’s, drinking her howls of ecstasy like champagne. (And incidentally saving them from having hotel security break down their door.)
There was no mercy for Claire tonight, however. Elle slowly increased the voltage as the younger woman’s muffled screams grew more frantic and her struggles more desperate.
Elle could feel the power she was sending into Claire’s womanhood flowing through her lover’s body and back into her own, through her hand and her mouth. It reminded her so much of their experience on the plane that she closed her eyes and wondered if she could climax just from this feeling alone. After sixty seconds of concentration and just a little bit of rubbing her thighs together, she had her answer. She slipped over the edge, her groans of pleasure providing a brief counterpoint to Claire’s screams.
Writhing in ecstasy, Elle took Claire’s virginity away with dancing fingers of blue fire.
When her head cleared from her orgasm, Elle could still feel Claire’s deep-inside muscles hysterically grabbing and releasing her middle finger. Claire’s screams had died down to convulsive, shivering sobs. She was soaking wet from head to toe… with sweat, with tears, and with other things.
Elle decreased the current gradually, and slowly pulled her fingers out. Claire was no longer making noise… just breathing hard and staring at the ceiling with glassy eyes. Elle lay next to her, gazing at her, as she finally turned off her power altogether and began to caress Claire’s flat, sweaty belly with slow, soothing strokes.
“If you ever think maybe you’re losing the ability to feel anything, Claire,” she said, “come and see me. Got it?”
* * * * *
The wetness of their bodies made them feel chilly. Neither of them wanted to bother going over and fiddling with the air conditioning, and they certainly didn’t want to dry off just yet. So Elle and Claire moved over into the warmer, drier bed and slipped into each other’s arms beneath the sheets.
“I think I might have actually died a few times there,” Claire said sleepily. “Just kidding, I think. That was pretty nice for our first time together, wasn’t it?”
“Well, first time that you’ve actually been here for,” Elle replied with a grin. “I’ve given you quite a bit of thought in my solitary moments, after all. In that hot blue cheerleader uniform of yours.”
“Hmmm. Not the red one? You know, the one I wore when you were spying on me in school, you perv?”
“Actually, in the way I picture it, I’m wearing the red one.”
Claire chuckled. “Naughty girl. Actually, I’ll bet it would fit you. Let’s try it sometime.”
“Can’t wait.”
Claire discovered to her surprise that it was possible for Elle to nuzzle in even closer to her than she was a few seconds ago.
“Mmmm,” she said, nuzzling back. “You know, Elle, you’re pretty snuggly for a crazy sociopath.”
Elle giggled. “Feeling much better now,” she sighed. “Much better. Maybe getting barbecued on that beach was the best thing that ever happened to me.”
“Elle! Don’t say that.”
“Sylar’s Finger-Lickin’ Elle-B-Q…”
“Elle, shut up!” Claire smacked her on the hip. “I’m the one who had to find you like that, you know. Do you know how awful it was? If I didn’t already have a plan for getting you back, I’d have just laid down on that beach next to you and never gotten up again.”
“I know.” Elle stroked Claire’s hair. “I just thought we’d both done enough crying and maybe laughing was good for a change. Let’s not give him the power to make us cry any more. Okay, Claire? Deal?”
Claire sighed and smiled. “Deal. You know, Elle, that whole sociopath thing may have been just a bunch of bullshit your father fed you so you wouldn’t try and take responsibility for your own actions. But I do think you’re just a little bit crazy.”
“Maybe so, pom-pom. Wanna be crazy with me?”
Claire closed her eyes and smiled and hugged Elle tight. “Deal, again. My girl is on a roll.”
They found that the window of their suite gave a lovely view of the sunrise.