Pearls
Title: Pearls
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Matt/Daphne
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1,242
Spoilers: Vague S3 spoilers, more or less up to 3x14 “Clear and Present Danger”
Warnings/Enticements: Role-playing, consensual abuse of authority
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al
A/N: Thanks to brighteyed_jill for betaing. Written for kethni for the Spring 2009 heroes_exchange.
Summary: Officer Parkman catches the thief Daphne Millbrook red-handed, and has to handle her personally…
“Freeze!”
Daphne cursed under her breath and yanked her hands out of the wall safe.
“Miss Millbrook, put your hands where I can see them. And no tricks. You can’t move faster than the speed of thought.”
Daphne whipped around to see her nemesis Officer Parkman. Damn, he was right; he could make her think she was running to the ends of the earth while in reality she would still be right here. He’d caught her once before, and she knew what he could do when he put his mind to it, literally. Angrily she put her arms out to her sides and turned around.
“Slowly now,” he warned, and Daphne refrained from rolling her eyes at the gun he had pointed at her. His mind was a much better weapon against her speed, he didn’t need to be such a typical male and wave his metal penis at her.
“How did you find me?” she asked before she could accidentally say something that would get him angry.
“I can always find you Millbrook. I know you; I know how you think, what you like, and how you do things. You’re never more than a thought away from me,” Parkman said sternly.
“You sure know how to flatter a girl,” Daphne said with a mischievous smile. Matt almost cracked a grin, but stopped himself.
“What was so important that you had to steal it this time, Millbrook?” Parkman demanded.
“Pearls,” Daphne said cheekily, holding up several white pearl necklaces.
Parkman did roll his eyes at that.
“I doubt that’s all of them. I know this place; there was a lot more in that safe. Get up against the wall.”
Daphne looked at Matt with annoyance, but he only glared at her in a way that suggested he would make her do it in a minute if she didn’t comply. She scowled and pressed herself face-first against the wall. Parkman shifted closer to her, holstered his gun, and started to frisk her thoroughly.
His hands ran slowly down each of her arms, and then dipped into the sleeves to pull out the pearls she’d concealed in her sweater. Further down her back, skimming over her bra strap, then spanning her hips. She heard Parkman “hmph” as he drew another necklace out of her waistband. Sliding further down her legs, he found the bracelets she’d concealed in her socks.
“You’re really quite clever, Miss Millbrook.”
Daphne smirked as Matt turned her around to finish the job, hands skimming only lightly over her breasts and crotch, but easily finding the necklace she’d twined with her belt in front. He scowled as he put all the concealed loot aside.
“That’s not all of it Millbrook,” he said sternly. Daphne bit her lip to keep from giggling. Parkman got so serious about this sometimes. He really needed to loosen up.
“Well, I didn’t go anywhere, so where do you think the rest of it went?” she asked saucily.
“If you don’t hand them over, I’m going to have to strip-search you ma’am.”
He’s so cute when he gets all formal.
“Shouldn’t you have a female officer present for that kind of thing, Parkman?” Daphne asked. Matt’s eyes got huge, like he’d just been blindsided, and Daphne had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing out loud. “I mean, isn’t that official procedure?”
Parkman quickly got his aplomb back. “Official procedure doesn’t work on you Millbrook. I’m the only one that can handle you. Now, clothes off, or we do this the hard way.”
“Maybe I like the hard way,” she muttered as her hands went to the hem of her shirt. Matt looked like he was about to have a coronary, and she grinned widely behind the cotton of her top as she stripped it off. Oh, it was so fun to mess with Parkman.
She shimmied out of her pants a few seconds later and stood in her underwear, hands on her hips, completely unselfconscious. In the dim light, Parkman’s eyes looked totally dark, and Daphne wasn’t sure if they were that way from anger, or maybe lust. Maybe both. She shivered when his big hands started slowly moving down the straps of her bra, trying to find the rest of the goods.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Miss Millbrook. I just want to make sure these people get their property back,” Matt said softly, as his hands dipped into the silky material covering her breasts. He quickly found the earrings and solitaire pearls she’d concealed, and took them out again, shaking his head at her. She swallowed hard at his hands left; he was always so gentle with her, even when he had her in a situation she couldn’t escape.
She guessed this was what it was like to have Stockholm syndrome.
“Is there any more I should know about?” Parkman asked. There was a hint of a threat in his voice, and she shivered again.
“You’ll just have to look at see, won’t you officer?”
Matt didn’t miss a beat as he slid his hands around to unhook her bra and slide it away, skimming her skin with a maddeningly light touch. Daphne’s nipples hardened into little pink pebbles as his hands trailed away, but no further pearls were revealed. Matt didn’t even seem to notice as he moved to her waist, running his fingers along the inside band of her panties.
He found the end of a slim strand of pearls, and drew it out very slowly, watching her twitch as the small beads threaded through her folds and over her swollen clit. Daphne watched Matt swallow hard as he set that strand down, and gasped slightly when he returned to pull the panties entirely free of her body with a single pull.
“You were holding out on me. You still have one hidden,” Parkman said dangerously. He stepped forward, practically pinning her body to the wall with his. The roughness of his belt pressed into her stomach, and his shield was cold against her chest. But his hands were gentle as they suddenly delved between her damp thighs to trace along her folds. His fingers slid easily though her slick juices, and his thumb unerringly sought out her clit.
“There it is,” he murmured, circling it rapidly. Daphne gasped at the little jolts of pleasure that went through her, and had to hold on to Matt’s shoulders when one finger slowly pushed inside her.
“Wait… wait! I’ll give it up!” she protested, even as her hips rapidly rocked on Matt’s hand.
“Too late for that Millbrook. You’re mine.”
Daphne cried out as her body seized with pleasure, fingers gripping Matt’s uniform as her nipples rubbed hard against the buttons and shield on his shirt. Breathy little cries echoed around the room as she practically vibrated against him, pushing herself against his hand, and pressing his belt into her waist. She gasped as he worked her over again and again, making her muffle little shrieks in his shoulder until he finally let her down.
She sagged against the wall, panting and sweaty, and looked up at him with an undiminished grin on her face.
“So, are you going to take me in now?”
“Always, Millbrook,” Matt said, clearly struggling to hide a self-satisfied grin.
“Well, before you do that, could I play with your nightstick?”
Matt finally laughed out loud as he let his nemesis have her victory.
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Matt/Daphne
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 1,242
Spoilers: Vague S3 spoilers, more or less up to 3x14 “Clear and Present Danger”
Warnings/Enticements: Role-playing, consensual abuse of authority
Disclaimer: Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al
A/N: Thanks to brighteyed_jill for betaing. Written for kethni for the Spring 2009 heroes_exchange.
Summary: Officer Parkman catches the thief Daphne Millbrook red-handed, and has to handle her personally…
“Freeze!”
Daphne cursed under her breath and yanked her hands out of the wall safe.
“Miss Millbrook, put your hands where I can see them. And no tricks. You can’t move faster than the speed of thought.”
Daphne whipped around to see her nemesis Officer Parkman. Damn, he was right; he could make her think she was running to the ends of the earth while in reality she would still be right here. He’d caught her once before, and she knew what he could do when he put his mind to it, literally. Angrily she put her arms out to her sides and turned around.
“Slowly now,” he warned, and Daphne refrained from rolling her eyes at the gun he had pointed at her. His mind was a much better weapon against her speed, he didn’t need to be such a typical male and wave his metal penis at her.
“How did you find me?” she asked before she could accidentally say something that would get him angry.
“I can always find you Millbrook. I know you; I know how you think, what you like, and how you do things. You’re never more than a thought away from me,” Parkman said sternly.
“You sure know how to flatter a girl,” Daphne said with a mischievous smile. Matt almost cracked a grin, but stopped himself.
“What was so important that you had to steal it this time, Millbrook?” Parkman demanded.
“Pearls,” Daphne said cheekily, holding up several white pearl necklaces.
Parkman did roll his eyes at that.
“I doubt that’s all of them. I know this place; there was a lot more in that safe. Get up against the wall.”
Daphne looked at Matt with annoyance, but he only glared at her in a way that suggested he would make her do it in a minute if she didn’t comply. She scowled and pressed herself face-first against the wall. Parkman shifted closer to her, holstered his gun, and started to frisk her thoroughly.
His hands ran slowly down each of her arms, and then dipped into the sleeves to pull out the pearls she’d concealed in her sweater. Further down her back, skimming over her bra strap, then spanning her hips. She heard Parkman “hmph” as he drew another necklace out of her waistband. Sliding further down her legs, he found the bracelets she’d concealed in her socks.
“You’re really quite clever, Miss Millbrook.”
Daphne smirked as Matt turned her around to finish the job, hands skimming only lightly over her breasts and crotch, but easily finding the necklace she’d twined with her belt in front. He scowled as he put all the concealed loot aside.
“That’s not all of it Millbrook,” he said sternly. Daphne bit her lip to keep from giggling. Parkman got so serious about this sometimes. He really needed to loosen up.
“Well, I didn’t go anywhere, so where do you think the rest of it went?” she asked saucily.
“If you don’t hand them over, I’m going to have to strip-search you ma’am.”
He’s so cute when he gets all formal.
“Shouldn’t you have a female officer present for that kind of thing, Parkman?” Daphne asked. Matt’s eyes got huge, like he’d just been blindsided, and Daphne had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing out loud. “I mean, isn’t that official procedure?”
Parkman quickly got his aplomb back. “Official procedure doesn’t work on you Millbrook. I’m the only one that can handle you. Now, clothes off, or we do this the hard way.”
“Maybe I like the hard way,” she muttered as her hands went to the hem of her shirt. Matt looked like he was about to have a coronary, and she grinned widely behind the cotton of her top as she stripped it off. Oh, it was so fun to mess with Parkman.
She shimmied out of her pants a few seconds later and stood in her underwear, hands on her hips, completely unselfconscious. In the dim light, Parkman’s eyes looked totally dark, and Daphne wasn’t sure if they were that way from anger, or maybe lust. Maybe both. She shivered when his big hands started slowly moving down the straps of her bra, trying to find the rest of the goods.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Miss Millbrook. I just want to make sure these people get their property back,” Matt said softly, as his hands dipped into the silky material covering her breasts. He quickly found the earrings and solitaire pearls she’d concealed, and took them out again, shaking his head at her. She swallowed hard at his hands left; he was always so gentle with her, even when he had her in a situation she couldn’t escape.
She guessed this was what it was like to have Stockholm syndrome.
“Is there any more I should know about?” Parkman asked. There was a hint of a threat in his voice, and she shivered again.
“You’ll just have to look at see, won’t you officer?”
Matt didn’t miss a beat as he slid his hands around to unhook her bra and slide it away, skimming her skin with a maddeningly light touch. Daphne’s nipples hardened into little pink pebbles as his hands trailed away, but no further pearls were revealed. Matt didn’t even seem to notice as he moved to her waist, running his fingers along the inside band of her panties.
He found the end of a slim strand of pearls, and drew it out very slowly, watching her twitch as the small beads threaded through her folds and over her swollen clit. Daphne watched Matt swallow hard as he set that strand down, and gasped slightly when he returned to pull the panties entirely free of her body with a single pull.
“You were holding out on me. You still have one hidden,” Parkman said dangerously. He stepped forward, practically pinning her body to the wall with his. The roughness of his belt pressed into her stomach, and his shield was cold against her chest. But his hands were gentle as they suddenly delved between her damp thighs to trace along her folds. His fingers slid easily though her slick juices, and his thumb unerringly sought out her clit.
“There it is,” he murmured, circling it rapidly. Daphne gasped at the little jolts of pleasure that went through her, and had to hold on to Matt’s shoulders when one finger slowly pushed inside her.
“Wait… wait! I’ll give it up!” she protested, even as her hips rapidly rocked on Matt’s hand.
“Too late for that Millbrook. You’re mine.”
Daphne cried out as her body seized with pleasure, fingers gripping Matt’s uniform as her nipples rubbed hard against the buttons and shield on his shirt. Breathy little cries echoed around the room as she practically vibrated against him, pushing herself against his hand, and pressing his belt into her waist. She gasped as he worked her over again and again, making her muffle little shrieks in his shoulder until he finally let her down.
She sagged against the wall, panting and sweaty, and looked up at him with an undiminished grin on her face.
“So, are you going to take me in now?”
“Always, Millbrook,” Matt said, clearly struggling to hide a self-satisfied grin.
“Well, before you do that, could I play with your nightstick?”
Matt finally laughed out loud as he let his nemesis have her victory.