Career Path - Heroes - Claire/Elle
Title: Career Path
Pairing: Claire/Elle
Word Count: 567
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Air stewardess AU written for comment_fic.
Summary: Even as a flight attendant Elle has a fear of flying - so Claire helps to take her mind off of it.
They've only been in the air for twenty-five minutes when Elle grabs her by the arm and abruptly pulls her into the cramped, tiny bathroom, hitting the lock once they're inside. Claire isn't given the opportunity to complain or to point out that they have a job to do and that there are passengers needing service. She's distracted from that thought by the needy crush of Elle's lips against hers. Insistent and demanding. Elle isn't a woman who is used to hearing the word no.
She's a spoiled brat, used to getting what she wants, and Claire isn't going to be the one to break the chain. As always, she yields, her mouth opening under Elle's onslaught. Happens every single time. Every single flight. Same old routine.
Might as well make it fast, she tells herself. If they're quick, the head stewardess won't notice what they've been up to. Her hands on Elle's hips spin her around until they're both facing the same direction, Elle in front: staring at the bathroom mirror. With a shove Claire is able to get her to brace her hands against the sink.
"Hold on," she tells her, as her hands unzip the tight pencil skirt of Elle's uniform and unveil the red underwear hidden beneath. Just the sight of it makes her grin, though she knows it ought to make her mad. There's only one reason Elle would wear something like that to work: she must've been planning this. "You're insane, you know that?" she tells her.
Her arm circles Elle's waist, pulling her back tight against her, and her hand sneaks in the front of Elle's skirt, into those red panties. She can feel the wetness of her pussy immediately and her fingers take their time, stroking, teasing.
"I'm insane?" Elle gasps. "You're the one with your - god - your hand in my underwear."
"You're right," Claire says, the tips of two fingers finding Elle's clit and flicking over it - just to feel her squirm. "We should stop."
Elle's answer goes something along the lines of, "Ungh." Claire takes that as a disagreement.
She looks up, watching Elle's face in the mirror as her fingers play with her. They've done this so many times now that she knows how to work Elle perfectly, how to drive her mad with desire. There is already a bright pink flush over Elle's face and blonde wisps are beginning to escape from her neat bun. "Claire," Elle breathes. "Claire, just- Hurry up."
She could draw it out more. She could make Elle squirm, make her moan, make her beg, but they've got a job to do.
"Shh," she hushes. "I'll take care of you."
She always does, driving it up a notch so that she'll take Elle there in record time, feeling her girlfriend coming on her fingers: it's empowering, so empowering, to know that she can tame Elle so easily.
Washing her hands off in the sink, she smirks and watches as Elle tries to pull herself together. "Have you ever considered switching careers?" she asks. "A flight attendant with a fear of flying? It doesn't add up."
Elle sticks her tongue out at her and Claire smiles, not feeling the need to question her any further: since when has anything about Elle made sense? She's a mess of confusion and contradictions - and that's just the way Claire loves her.
Pairing: Claire/Elle
Word Count: 567
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Air stewardess AU written for comment_fic.
Summary: Even as a flight attendant Elle has a fear of flying - so Claire helps to take her mind off of it.
They've only been in the air for twenty-five minutes when Elle grabs her by the arm and abruptly pulls her into the cramped, tiny bathroom, hitting the lock once they're inside. Claire isn't given the opportunity to complain or to point out that they have a job to do and that there are passengers needing service. She's distracted from that thought by the needy crush of Elle's lips against hers. Insistent and demanding. Elle isn't a woman who is used to hearing the word no.
She's a spoiled brat, used to getting what she wants, and Claire isn't going to be the one to break the chain. As always, she yields, her mouth opening under Elle's onslaught. Happens every single time. Every single flight. Same old routine.
Might as well make it fast, she tells herself. If they're quick, the head stewardess won't notice what they've been up to. Her hands on Elle's hips spin her around until they're both facing the same direction, Elle in front: staring at the bathroom mirror. With a shove Claire is able to get her to brace her hands against the sink.
"Hold on," she tells her, as her hands unzip the tight pencil skirt of Elle's uniform and unveil the red underwear hidden beneath. Just the sight of it makes her grin, though she knows it ought to make her mad. There's only one reason Elle would wear something like that to work: she must've been planning this. "You're insane, you know that?" she tells her.
Her arm circles Elle's waist, pulling her back tight against her, and her hand sneaks in the front of Elle's skirt, into those red panties. She can feel the wetness of her pussy immediately and her fingers take their time, stroking, teasing.
"I'm insane?" Elle gasps. "You're the one with your - god - your hand in my underwear."
"You're right," Claire says, the tips of two fingers finding Elle's clit and flicking over it - just to feel her squirm. "We should stop."
Elle's answer goes something along the lines of, "Ungh." Claire takes that as a disagreement.
She looks up, watching Elle's face in the mirror as her fingers play with her. They've done this so many times now that she knows how to work Elle perfectly, how to drive her mad with desire. There is already a bright pink flush over Elle's face and blonde wisps are beginning to escape from her neat bun. "Claire," Elle breathes. "Claire, just- Hurry up."
She could draw it out more. She could make Elle squirm, make her moan, make her beg, but they've got a job to do.
"Shh," she hushes. "I'll take care of you."
She always does, driving it up a notch so that she'll take Elle there in record time, feeling her girlfriend coming on her fingers: it's empowering, so empowering, to know that she can tame Elle so easily.
Washing her hands off in the sink, she smirks and watches as Elle tries to pull herself together. "Have you ever considered switching careers?" she asks. "A flight attendant with a fear of flying? It doesn't add up."
Elle sticks her tongue out at her and Claire smiles, not feeling the need to question her any further: since when has anything about Elle made sense? She's a mess of confusion and contradictions - and that's just the way Claire loves her.