Fic: Insomnia [Elle/Claire, PG]
HAPPY BIRTHDAY FLIPBETER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Title: Insomnia
Rating: PG
Characters: Claire Bennet, Elle Bishop
Word Count: 791
Warnings: lesbeanz
Summary: airplane shenanigans :|
Disclaimer: The characters herein belongs to Tim Kring and NBC and are used because I am addicted to Tim Kring's Heroes universe. No one is profiting from anything written in this story. I am not Tim Kring, nor am I in any way affiliated with NBC.
Author's Notes: these two cannot not be angsty the way things turned out, okay
"You know, you're kind of like the sister I never had," she tells her with a smile, and Elle looks at her, blinks, apprehensive, weird expression on, and Claire knows, just suddenly knows what's going on, Elle doesn't even have to look down at her hands like that, fidgety and uncertain and no longer holding hers, and she bites her lip, wondering if she can take it back, if she can ever feel not insecure, and she watches as Elle gets up suddenly-- hitting her knees on the arm rest, making Claire wince for her, ready to get as well when she hushes her with a simple, "I need to go to the bathroom."
She sits, still, in her seat for a count of about twenty, thoughts racing. The upholstery on the seat is rough and she notices now that she didn't notice it before because she was busy noticing the contours of Elle's hand, the way it felt in hers and without a second thought-- because that is how Claire rolls, she gets up, not knocking anything, not as clumsy as Elle can be sometimes, and heads straight back to the bathroom.
There's only two of them, and one of them is occupied. Looking around to make sure no one was watching-- some kid, drooling in a seat back here, another kid with headphones on, and an old man reading a newspaper-- she knocks.
The door opens almost instantly, and Elle looks like she's been caught, whatever that means. Claire doesn't stop and think though, just pushing inside the tiny stall and shutting the door behind her.
God, she hates these bathrooms.
"What are you-- you're not supposed to be in here!"
"If someone needs a bathroom so badly they can use the other one," she brushes off, leaning her hand against the door as she notices that she's just an inch taller than Elle, finding this a little delightful. Not that it matters, with the heels she tends to always wear, but still.
"If we're going to caught, it is so not going to be my fault," Elle argues, and Claire pushes her up against the corner formed by the sink and the door, daring her to say something else.
"Say it," she orders then, looking her square in the face. Elle just blinks at her.
"Say what?" but she has lost most of her composure, and Claire feels a little powerful for once. She's the only one right now that can take the way she's turned into a living mosquito death trap, and that's damn okay by her standards.
"Say that you don't want me to see you as a sister," she stresses again, and Elle almost looks shocked.
It's when she notices that Elle doesn't look 24 at all-- it makes this more okay-- because she's such a little girl inside. That thought helps, too.
"So what if I don't."
"Well, I would tell you that--"
"Do you?" she cuts off, almost urgently this time, eyes glancing down uncertainly at the way her hips are aligned with hers and swallowing audibly.
Claire blanches a bit.
"No."
"Why'd you say it," Elle breathes, and Claire isn't sure if Elle even knows why she wants to know, but the question's out there, and Claire grabs Elle's hand, pushing it up against the door.
"I thought it was what you wanted."
"I--"
"Wasn't. Yeah."
"I don't--"
Claire doesn't let her finish again, "it's better this way," she mumbles, but can't bring herself to finish it, even when Elle's fingers interlace with hers, the other hand holding rather tightly onto the sink, knuckles turning white.
"No one ever wants me," Elle mumbles in words that sound oddly numb, and Claire keeps her from saying anything else when she simply leans in and kisses her, almost hungry in the action, free hand clamping around her hip and holding on.
When everything lets go suddenly, like a clamp releasing, her hands are in her hair and vice versa and suddenly they're struggling for who's up against what wall, but Claire wins, Claire always wins, and has her halfway sitting up on the sink.
Elle sparks, and Claire moans.
It takes them until someone knocks on the door to actually go back to their seat, both feeling and looking flustered and not caring.
They hold hands for the rest of the flight and it's not-- it's never-- perfect, but it fits.
It feels weird, too. The good kind of weird she doesn't understand.
It's what makes it hurt more when Elle shouts off a sorry and runs off to cure herself.
It's what makes it hurt more when Claire doesn't follow her, and just watches her leave.
It's better this way.
Insomnia ~ Electric President
We met December 16th, 2005 and we've had our ups and downs but in the end you're still one of my best and closest friends and I'm so glad we can be there for each other because you mean more than you know <3
So happy birthday *\o/* you're finally free :>
Also, I guess I should wish a happy birthday to tintinnie and peachymint and JENSEN ACKLES but yes. other entry coming up once I peel my brain off of the floor.
Title: Insomnia
Rating: PG
Characters: Claire Bennet, Elle Bishop
Word Count: 791
Warnings: lesbeanz
Summary: airplane shenanigans :|
Disclaimer: The characters herein belongs to Tim Kring and NBC and are used because I am addicted to Tim Kring's Heroes universe. No one is profiting from anything written in this story. I am not Tim Kring, nor am I in any way affiliated with NBC.
Author's Notes: these two cannot not be angsty the way things turned out, okay
"You know, you're kind of like the sister I never had," she tells her with a smile, and Elle looks at her, blinks, apprehensive, weird expression on, and Claire knows, just suddenly knows what's going on, Elle doesn't even have to look down at her hands like that, fidgety and uncertain and no longer holding hers, and she bites her lip, wondering if she can take it back, if she can ever feel not insecure, and she watches as Elle gets up suddenly-- hitting her knees on the arm rest, making Claire wince for her, ready to get as well when she hushes her with a simple, "I need to go to the bathroom."
She sits, still, in her seat for a count of about twenty, thoughts racing. The upholstery on the seat is rough and she notices now that she didn't notice it before because she was busy noticing the contours of Elle's hand, the way it felt in hers and without a second thought-- because that is how Claire rolls, she gets up, not knocking anything, not as clumsy as Elle can be sometimes, and heads straight back to the bathroom.
There's only two of them, and one of them is occupied. Looking around to make sure no one was watching-- some kid, drooling in a seat back here, another kid with headphones on, and an old man reading a newspaper-- she knocks.
The door opens almost instantly, and Elle looks like she's been caught, whatever that means. Claire doesn't stop and think though, just pushing inside the tiny stall and shutting the door behind her.
God, she hates these bathrooms.
"What are you-- you're not supposed to be in here!"
"If someone needs a bathroom so badly they can use the other one," she brushes off, leaning her hand against the door as she notices that she's just an inch taller than Elle, finding this a little delightful. Not that it matters, with the heels she tends to always wear, but still.
"If we're going to caught, it is so not going to be my fault," Elle argues, and Claire pushes her up against the corner formed by the sink and the door, daring her to say something else.
"Say it," she orders then, looking her square in the face. Elle just blinks at her.
"Say what?" but she has lost most of her composure, and Claire feels a little powerful for once. She's the only one right now that can take the way she's turned into a living mosquito death trap, and that's damn okay by her standards.
"Say that you don't want me to see you as a sister," she stresses again, and Elle almost looks shocked.
It's when she notices that Elle doesn't look 24 at all-- it makes this more okay-- because she's such a little girl inside. That thought helps, too.
"So what if I don't."
"Well, I would tell you that--"
"Do you?" she cuts off, almost urgently this time, eyes glancing down uncertainly at the way her hips are aligned with hers and swallowing audibly.
Claire blanches a bit.
"No."
"Why'd you say it," Elle breathes, and Claire isn't sure if Elle even knows why she wants to know, but the question's out there, and Claire grabs Elle's hand, pushing it up against the door.
"I thought it was what you wanted."
"I--"
"Wasn't. Yeah."
"I don't--"
Claire doesn't let her finish again, "it's better this way," she mumbles, but can't bring herself to finish it, even when Elle's fingers interlace with hers, the other hand holding rather tightly onto the sink, knuckles turning white.
"No one ever wants me," Elle mumbles in words that sound oddly numb, and Claire keeps her from saying anything else when she simply leans in and kisses her, almost hungry in the action, free hand clamping around her hip and holding on.
When everything lets go suddenly, like a clamp releasing, her hands are in her hair and vice versa and suddenly they're struggling for who's up against what wall, but Claire wins, Claire always wins, and has her halfway sitting up on the sink.
Elle sparks, and Claire moans.
It takes them until someone knocks on the door to actually go back to their seat, both feeling and looking flustered and not caring.
They hold hands for the rest of the flight and it's not-- it's never-- perfect, but it fits.
It feels weird, too. The good kind of weird she doesn't understand.
It's what makes it hurt more when Elle shouts off a sorry and runs off to cure herself.
It's what makes it hurt more when Claire doesn't follow her, and just watches her leave.
It's better this way.
Insomnia ~ Electric President
We met December 16th, 2005 and we've had our ups and downs but in the end you're still one of my best and closest friends and I'm so glad we can be there for each other because you mean more than you know <3
So happy birthday *\o/* you're finally free :>
Also, I guess I should wish a happy birthday to tintinnie and peachymint and JENSEN ACKLES but yes. other entry coming up once I peel my brain off of the floor.