"Sin" Drabble Challenge #21 - "Black"
Fandom: Heroes
Title: Sin
Paring: Canon Paire
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 218
Spoilers/Warnings: Incest. No spoilers.
Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes!
Summary: She paints her nails black and, somehow, that's become their secret code.
A.N: Written for pairechallenge . I dunno how I feel about this, 'cause my muse feels a bit 'meh' still after the whole Halo thing, but it's coming back to me. Also, my initial idea for this came from a poem I studied for GCSE English called "I Will Paint My Nails Red". Enjoy!
She paints her nails black and, somehow, that’s become their secret code.
The desires that run through her are too real to ignore, despite knowing it’s oh, so wrong to feel the way she does about her uncle. But that gets forgotten in the heat of the moment, when they’re pressed up against a wall, invisible, outside one of his brother’s political do’s. His breath hitches as she digs her fingernails into his back, the black polish reflecting the image of the night sky.
Angela raises an eyebrow when, in summer, she takes to wearing pretty, white sundresses, topped off with black nails. They’re at the Hamptons, and Peter’s not with them, but at night Claire leaves her window open and smiles into the dark when he approaches, adorning every inch of her body with kisses that make her cry out with pleasure.
She rests languidly against his chest, and he takes a hand in his, studies the nail varnish and kisses every finger. Black represents their desires, the feeling of guilt Claire should have but doesn’t. A sign for the whole world to see that she is committing a sin.
He tells her he loves her and her heart soars; the rules begin to change.
The black is scrubbed off and replaced by red the next day.
Title: Sin
Paring: Canon Paire
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 218
Spoilers/Warnings: Incest. No spoilers.
Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes!
Summary: She paints her nails black and, somehow, that's become their secret code.
A.N: Written for pairechallenge . I dunno how I feel about this, 'cause my muse feels a bit 'meh' still after the whole Halo thing, but it's coming back to me. Also, my initial idea for this came from a poem I studied for GCSE English called "I Will Paint My Nails Red". Enjoy!
She paints her nails black and, somehow, that’s become their secret code.
The desires that run through her are too real to ignore, despite knowing it’s oh, so wrong to feel the way she does about her uncle. But that gets forgotten in the heat of the moment, when they’re pressed up against a wall, invisible, outside one of his brother’s political do’s. His breath hitches as she digs her fingernails into his back, the black polish reflecting the image of the night sky.
Angela raises an eyebrow when, in summer, she takes to wearing pretty, white sundresses, topped off with black nails. They’re at the Hamptons, and Peter’s not with them, but at night Claire leaves her window open and smiles into the dark when he approaches, adorning every inch of her body with kisses that make her cry out with pleasure.
She rests languidly against his chest, and he takes a hand in his, studies the nail varnish and kisses every finger. Black represents their desires, the feeling of guilt Claire should have but doesn’t. A sign for the whole world to see that she is committing a sin.
He tells her he loves her and her heart soars; the rules begin to change.
The black is scrubbed off and replaced by red the next day.