BSC/Heroes Fic: Stacey Loves the Invisible Man (Interlude 2)
Title: Stacey Loves the Invisible Man (Interlude 2)
Author: nutmeg610 & toxic_corn
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: BSC/Heroes crossover
Disclaimer: Neither The Baby-sitter's Club books, nor Heroes belong to us. They belong to Scholastic Books, Ann M. Martin, and NBC.
Summary: Stacey McGill leads a pretty mundane life in NYC. She works as a temp after a failed attempt at a modeling career, but at least she lives with her best friend, Claudia Kishi. Still, that's not enough to make Stacey think there isn't something missing in her life. She's calmed down over the years, now not nearly as boy-crazy as she once was, but thinks perhaps it's time to find her own hero. She finds more than she expected when her path crosses that of the Invisible Man.
Author's Note: The next series in a long line of crackfic, my friends! Follows Your Boyfriend Snorts Cocaine, Mary Anne, Wanna Get It On, Dawn?, and Kristy and the Doctor.
Round Up Post
Her chin in her hand, Stacey sorted through different files on her computer, trying to decide which one to tackle first. She hated her job; it was so boring and tedious. She wished it was 5pm instead of... she paused to look at the clock on her computer... 1:42pm. Ugh! Letting out a sigh of despair, she let her eyes drift away from her computer screen and over to the small vase she kept on her desk.
Claude had started something months back where he'd sneak out of bed in the morning and go get her flowers from the fresh flower stands, then he'd come back and somehow manage to weave flowers into her hair without waking her. She supposed she was a heavy sleeper because in the city, there was always noise coming from somewhere, but it amazed her that she never woke up until after he was done.
The first time she awoke with flowers, she rolled over and felt a mass of something in her hair. After freaking out thinking it was spiders, she sat up to find flowers hanging there, while Claude raised an eyebrow from beside her.
"You mistook flowers for spiders?"
"Shut up; it could have been!"
Reaching up, Claude plucked a flower from her now-tangled hair. "Just thought my petal needed petals in her hair. I won't do it anymore if it bothers you."
"Nooo, don't stop." she replied, sliding back under the covers. "It's sweet." She took the flower from his hand and sniffed it. "It's nice to wake up to the smell of flowers."
Claude grinned. "Then I'll keep doing it."
He didn't do it every day, but once or twice a week she could awake to find flowers in her hair. She would then gently remove them and take them with her to work to put in her vase. All but one of the first flowers had made it to her office. She used Claudia's craft spray to seal it, and it now occupied the bowl on the coffee table with the flower Claude had given her at the park, before they were a couple.
He had put flowers in her hair just that morning, this time gerber daisies, and they made her otherwise dull gray and white cubicle a brighter place.
She reached out and tried to straighten a few drooping ones when she smelled a familiar cologne; it was the one Claude always wore. She looked around, but her cubicle pretty much isolated her from anyone who wasn't walking right beside it as they passed, and she couldn't see anyone unless they came right up to the wall with the direct purpose of talking to her.
Swiveling in her chair, she looked around her tiny space. "Claude?"
"Shhhhhh." his voice came from beside her ear. Her heart leapt into her throat, but then she relaxed. He hadn't been invisible around her in quite awhile. As she swiveled her chair back, she felt him getting under her desk, brushing against her legs.
Shifting in her chair a bit, she whispered, "H-Hi. What's up? You never visit me here."
He started hiking her skirt up her legs. "Quiet. You look like a crazy person talking to yourself."
With an annoyed look she hissed out, "I look like a crazy person who's skirt is moving by itself!"
"Well, scootch in so no one can see! Honestly, do I have to think of everything?"
She let out a huff, glancing around, then scooting her chair in closer to her desk.
"I said I'd come round some time and do this for you, didn't I?" he asked, sounding amused as he curled his fingers under the waistband of her underwear.
Automatically lifting her hips up with her hands braced against her chair's arms, she nodded, then realized he couldn't see that from under her desk. "Yeah, you did. That was ages ago. Thought you forgot."
He chuckled and maneuvered her undies past her heels and off. "Ready, petal?"
"Mmm hmm..." she murmured, grabbing the edge of her desk and leaning back in her chair.
He slowly started kissing around her knee before moving up. Sometimes he shaved, sometimes he let his beard grow in, and this was one of those times that he had a beard, so it scratched lightly against her skin as he kissed her. He pressed savoring open-mouthed kisses against the inside of her thigh, and she tried not to squirm to much, since her chair was on wheels.
His hands slid back and forth along her thighs and hips before he held her steady and licked her inner thigh, which forced Stacey to press her hand to her mouth to stop from moaning loudly. It was hard to spread her legs with the arms of her chair in her way, but somehow Claude managed to reach right where he needed to be and she sagged further down into her chair, head rolling back.
His tongue caressed her expertly and she curled her hand into a fist, biting down to control her moans of pleasure. Just as he brought his fingers down from her hip to slide over her clit, the worst possible thing that could have happened did happen: her boss came by to check on her work, looking over the top of her cubicle wall.
"Stacey, do you have the numbers for the Ericksen account?"
Like there was any way she could answer that coherantly. Claude certainly wasn't about to stop so she dropped her fist and managed to blurt out, "OkayI'llhavethemonyourdeskbyfive,okaythanksbye!"
Her boss squinted at her oddly, "Are you alright?"
"YesjusthadalotofcaffienetodaybutI'llgetrightoncrunchingthosenumbersforyou,okaythanksbye!"
"Riiiiiight. So I'll just--"
Stacey had no idea what else he said because with a press of his thumb, Claude brought her off right then and there. Pressing her fist back up to her mouth, she could only squeak.
Her boss's eyebrow furrowed in confusion. "Are you sure you're alright? You can have the afternoon off if there's a problem."
Finally able to function properly, she came up with a good lie fast. "Sorry, sir. I think I should go home, check my blood sugar..."
Looking concerned, he immediately nodded. "Right. You go take care of that. I'll have Debra look at the Ericksen account."
"Thank you, sir." She waited for him to leave, then leaned back in her chair and pushed back from the desk a bit as Claude finished putting her underwear and skirt back in place.
"So," Claude began with a hint of smugness in his voice, "what are you going to do with your afternoon off?"
She stretched her arms above her head, wholly satisfied. "Nap. Definitely need a nap."
He crawled out from under her desk and pressed his face into her stomach, hugging her awkwardly. "Nap, mmm? S'pose I can roam around while you do that..."
Reaching her hand out, she found the top of his head and started stroking his invisble hair. "Or you could join me... I could use a nice smelling body pillow."
In a disparaging tone, he answered, "Like I said, I could roam around..."
With a sigh, she reached forward to shut down her computer. "Whatever makes you happy."
"A nap with my rose petal would do just that. Of course, I'd have to take a shower first so she can have her nice-smelling body pillow."
"In that case, let's hurry up and go, because I want to shower too, and we can save water if we do it together. Then we don't have to bother with silly pajamas, we can just get under the covers naked."
"See, I knew you were a smart girl."
She gave an eyeroll. "Oh yeah. So smart I have an awesome job as a temp." She sighed. "Well, computer's off. Let me get my purse and we can go."
"All right." He stood up and got out of her way. "I'll meet you outside." He paused a moment before adding, "Petal?"
"Hmm?"
"You can't expect to take over the world right away. You're not a failure because you're working a temp job to make ends meet. I think given time, you'll have the world at your feet." He brushed a soft kiss over her cheek before heading outside.
Her heart melting, Stacey grabbed her purse and walked out of her office with a spring in her step.
****************************************
Coming in the front door, Stacey kicked off her heels. "Well, that was weird."
"Uh huh." Claude agreed, taking off his coat and hanging it up on a peg, then helping Stacey out of her own coat.
"I mean, she saw you holding my hand. What was her problem?"
"Petal, she was a prostitute. I don't think she cared."
"She was probably stoned too." Stacey grumbled.
"Probably." Claude replied. It wasn't everyday that he was approached by a hooker, especially when he was with his girlfriend right outside of her building. Hanging up her coat, he wrapped his arms around her. "Ready for that shower?"
Stacey was looking off into space, thinking something over. "I don't really feel like it now."
"Oh." he replied, feeling disappointed as he let her go.
Suddenly turning and giving him a shrewd look, she asked, "Have you ever slept with a prostitute?"
His eyes darted away from hers quickly and her own widened. "You have, haven't you?!" He looked back warily. With a worried look, she asked, "Did you get tested afterwards?"
Looking defeated, he rubbed at his face with his hand. "Yes."
"Oh, okay." She paused. "So it's all good, right?"
His nostrils flaring, he asked incredulously, "Do you honestly think I'd put you at risk if it wasn't?!"
"N-No?"
He looked understandably pissed off as he glanced off to the side and muttered broodingly, "Good."
Feeling kind of ashamed with herself for judging him, she whispered, "Sorry." He glanced back at her sulkily, but saw the ashamed look on her face and softened. "No, I'm sorry, petal. You were right to ask."
Stacey bit her lip. "I guess... you were just really lonely, huh?"
Fiddling with his hands, he looked away again. "Not a whole lot of women looking for invisible men for meaningful relationships."
With a small smile, she laced her fingers together with his. "'Cept for me." That made him turn back, a serious expression on his face as he looked into her eyes. "That makes you even more special." he said, voice low and gravelly.
She grinned. "Kiss me, you big sweetie pie."
His bad mood gone, he raised his eyebrows at her and teasingly asked, "Bit bossy, aren't we?"
She wriggled her nose at him and replied, "What? You don't like a woman who takes charge?"
"I wasn't complaining. Admiring more like." He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it tenderly.
Melting a little at the sweet gesture, she sighed happily. "Such the English gentleman."
"Wish I could take you to England." he answered. "Show you around London; they've got excellent shops."
Her eyes lit up just thinking about it, but then the light went out as she realized something. "You can't leave the country though.
Can't get a passport..." She shrugged it off and gave him a brave smile, deciding to forget all about England.
He looked guilty for bringing it up. "Sorry."
"Don't be." she replied, shrugging again. Leaning forward, she gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Besides, I'd rather have an English gentleman in my bed than a shopping spree in London any day." She tugged on his hand and, with a grin, he followed her into the bedroom.
Prevoius: Chapter 8 :: Next: Chapter 9
Author: nutmeg610 & toxic_corn
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: BSC/Heroes crossover
Disclaimer: Neither The Baby-sitter's Club books, nor Heroes belong to us. They belong to Scholastic Books, Ann M. Martin, and NBC.
Summary: Stacey McGill leads a pretty mundane life in NYC. She works as a temp after a failed attempt at a modeling career, but at least she lives with her best friend, Claudia Kishi. Still, that's not enough to make Stacey think there isn't something missing in her life. She's calmed down over the years, now not nearly as boy-crazy as she once was, but thinks perhaps it's time to find her own hero. She finds more than she expected when her path crosses that of the Invisible Man.
Author's Note: The next series in a long line of crackfic, my friends! Follows Your Boyfriend Snorts Cocaine, Mary Anne, Wanna Get It On, Dawn?, and Kristy and the Doctor.
Round Up Post
Her chin in her hand, Stacey sorted through different files on her computer, trying to decide which one to tackle first. She hated her job; it was so boring and tedious. She wished it was 5pm instead of... she paused to look at the clock on her computer... 1:42pm. Ugh! Letting out a sigh of despair, she let her eyes drift away from her computer screen and over to the small vase she kept on her desk.
Claude had started something months back where he'd sneak out of bed in the morning and go get her flowers from the fresh flower stands, then he'd come back and somehow manage to weave flowers into her hair without waking her. She supposed she was a heavy sleeper because in the city, there was always noise coming from somewhere, but it amazed her that she never woke up until after he was done.
The first time she awoke with flowers, she rolled over and felt a mass of something in her hair. After freaking out thinking it was spiders, she sat up to find flowers hanging there, while Claude raised an eyebrow from beside her.
"You mistook flowers for spiders?"
"Shut up; it could have been!"
Reaching up, Claude plucked a flower from her now-tangled hair. "Just thought my petal needed petals in her hair. I won't do it anymore if it bothers you."
"Nooo, don't stop." she replied, sliding back under the covers. "It's sweet." She took the flower from his hand and sniffed it. "It's nice to wake up to the smell of flowers."
Claude grinned. "Then I'll keep doing it."
He didn't do it every day, but once or twice a week she could awake to find flowers in her hair. She would then gently remove them and take them with her to work to put in her vase. All but one of the first flowers had made it to her office. She used Claudia's craft spray to seal it, and it now occupied the bowl on the coffee table with the flower Claude had given her at the park, before they were a couple.
He had put flowers in her hair just that morning, this time gerber daisies, and they made her otherwise dull gray and white cubicle a brighter place.
She reached out and tried to straighten a few drooping ones when she smelled a familiar cologne; it was the one Claude always wore. She looked around, but her cubicle pretty much isolated her from anyone who wasn't walking right beside it as they passed, and she couldn't see anyone unless they came right up to the wall with the direct purpose of talking to her.
Swiveling in her chair, she looked around her tiny space. "Claude?"
"Shhhhhh." his voice came from beside her ear. Her heart leapt into her throat, but then she relaxed. He hadn't been invisible around her in quite awhile. As she swiveled her chair back, she felt him getting under her desk, brushing against her legs.
Shifting in her chair a bit, she whispered, "H-Hi. What's up? You never visit me here."
He started hiking her skirt up her legs. "Quiet. You look like a crazy person talking to yourself."
With an annoyed look she hissed out, "I look like a crazy person who's skirt is moving by itself!"
"Well, scootch in so no one can see! Honestly, do I have to think of everything?"
She let out a huff, glancing around, then scooting her chair in closer to her desk.
"I said I'd come round some time and do this for you, didn't I?" he asked, sounding amused as he curled his fingers under the waistband of her underwear.
Automatically lifting her hips up with her hands braced against her chair's arms, she nodded, then realized he couldn't see that from under her desk. "Yeah, you did. That was ages ago. Thought you forgot."
He chuckled and maneuvered her undies past her heels and off. "Ready, petal?"
"Mmm hmm..." she murmured, grabbing the edge of her desk and leaning back in her chair.
He slowly started kissing around her knee before moving up. Sometimes he shaved, sometimes he let his beard grow in, and this was one of those times that he had a beard, so it scratched lightly against her skin as he kissed her. He pressed savoring open-mouthed kisses against the inside of her thigh, and she tried not to squirm to much, since her chair was on wheels.
His hands slid back and forth along her thighs and hips before he held her steady and licked her inner thigh, which forced Stacey to press her hand to her mouth to stop from moaning loudly. It was hard to spread her legs with the arms of her chair in her way, but somehow Claude managed to reach right where he needed to be and she sagged further down into her chair, head rolling back.
His tongue caressed her expertly and she curled her hand into a fist, biting down to control her moans of pleasure. Just as he brought his fingers down from her hip to slide over her clit, the worst possible thing that could have happened did happen: her boss came by to check on her work, looking over the top of her cubicle wall.
"Stacey, do you have the numbers for the Ericksen account?"
Like there was any way she could answer that coherantly. Claude certainly wasn't about to stop so she dropped her fist and managed to blurt out, "OkayI'llhavethemonyourdeskbyfive,okaythanksbye!"
Her boss squinted at her oddly, "Are you alright?"
"YesjusthadalotofcaffienetodaybutI'llgetrightoncrunchingthosenumbersforyou,okaythanksbye!"
"Riiiiiight. So I'll just--"
Stacey had no idea what else he said because with a press of his thumb, Claude brought her off right then and there. Pressing her fist back up to her mouth, she could only squeak.
Her boss's eyebrow furrowed in confusion. "Are you sure you're alright? You can have the afternoon off if there's a problem."
Finally able to function properly, she came up with a good lie fast. "Sorry, sir. I think I should go home, check my blood sugar..."
Looking concerned, he immediately nodded. "Right. You go take care of that. I'll have Debra look at the Ericksen account."
"Thank you, sir." She waited for him to leave, then leaned back in her chair and pushed back from the desk a bit as Claude finished putting her underwear and skirt back in place.
"So," Claude began with a hint of smugness in his voice, "what are you going to do with your afternoon off?"
She stretched her arms above her head, wholly satisfied. "Nap. Definitely need a nap."
He crawled out from under her desk and pressed his face into her stomach, hugging her awkwardly. "Nap, mmm? S'pose I can roam around while you do that..."
Reaching her hand out, she found the top of his head and started stroking his invisble hair. "Or you could join me... I could use a nice smelling body pillow."
In a disparaging tone, he answered, "Like I said, I could roam around..."
With a sigh, she reached forward to shut down her computer. "Whatever makes you happy."
"A nap with my rose petal would do just that. Of course, I'd have to take a shower first so she can have her nice-smelling body pillow."
"In that case, let's hurry up and go, because I want to shower too, and we can save water if we do it together. Then we don't have to bother with silly pajamas, we can just get under the covers naked."
"See, I knew you were a smart girl."
She gave an eyeroll. "Oh yeah. So smart I have an awesome job as a temp." She sighed. "Well, computer's off. Let me get my purse and we can go."
"All right." He stood up and got out of her way. "I'll meet you outside." He paused a moment before adding, "Petal?"
"Hmm?"
"You can't expect to take over the world right away. You're not a failure because you're working a temp job to make ends meet. I think given time, you'll have the world at your feet." He brushed a soft kiss over her cheek before heading outside.
Her heart melting, Stacey grabbed her purse and walked out of her office with a spring in her step.
****************************************
Coming in the front door, Stacey kicked off her heels. "Well, that was weird."
"Uh huh." Claude agreed, taking off his coat and hanging it up on a peg, then helping Stacey out of her own coat.
"I mean, she saw you holding my hand. What was her problem?"
"Petal, she was a prostitute. I don't think she cared."
"She was probably stoned too." Stacey grumbled.
"Probably." Claude replied. It wasn't everyday that he was approached by a hooker, especially when he was with his girlfriend right outside of her building. Hanging up her coat, he wrapped his arms around her. "Ready for that shower?"
Stacey was looking off into space, thinking something over. "I don't really feel like it now."
"Oh." he replied, feeling disappointed as he let her go.
Suddenly turning and giving him a shrewd look, she asked, "Have you ever slept with a prostitute?"
His eyes darted away from hers quickly and her own widened. "You have, haven't you?!" He looked back warily. With a worried look, she asked, "Did you get tested afterwards?"
Looking defeated, he rubbed at his face with his hand. "Yes."
"Oh, okay." She paused. "So it's all good, right?"
His nostrils flaring, he asked incredulously, "Do you honestly think I'd put you at risk if it wasn't?!"
"N-No?"
He looked understandably pissed off as he glanced off to the side and muttered broodingly, "Good."
Feeling kind of ashamed with herself for judging him, she whispered, "Sorry." He glanced back at her sulkily, but saw the ashamed look on her face and softened. "No, I'm sorry, petal. You were right to ask."
Stacey bit her lip. "I guess... you were just really lonely, huh?"
Fiddling with his hands, he looked away again. "Not a whole lot of women looking for invisible men for meaningful relationships."
With a small smile, she laced her fingers together with his. "'Cept for me." That made him turn back, a serious expression on his face as he looked into her eyes. "That makes you even more special." he said, voice low and gravelly.
She grinned. "Kiss me, you big sweetie pie."
His bad mood gone, he raised his eyebrows at her and teasingly asked, "Bit bossy, aren't we?"
She wriggled her nose at him and replied, "What? You don't like a woman who takes charge?"
"I wasn't complaining. Admiring more like." He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it tenderly.
Melting a little at the sweet gesture, she sighed happily. "Such the English gentleman."
"Wish I could take you to England." he answered. "Show you around London; they've got excellent shops."
Her eyes lit up just thinking about it, but then the light went out as she realized something. "You can't leave the country though.
Can't get a passport..." She shrugged it off and gave him a brave smile, deciding to forget all about England.
He looked guilty for bringing it up. "Sorry."
"Don't be." she replied, shrugging again. Leaning forward, she gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Besides, I'd rather have an English gentleman in my bed than a shopping spree in London any day." She tugged on his hand and, with a grin, he followed her into the bedroom.
Prevoius: Chapter 8 :: Next: Chapter 9