Fic: Swim Lessons
Title: Swim Lessons
Author: kathrynthegr8
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Elle/Sylar/Claire
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1000 or so
Warnings: Au Fluff. Sex. Swearing.
Disclaimer: I own nothing you see here.
A/N: Written for THE HEROES ANON RARE PAIRS MEME. Yet another glimpse into my little 'verse where Sylar and Elle kidnapped Claire in season three. Kisses to my girls eeyore9990 and andbless_mybaby for encouraging my crazy. Also, apologies to the prompter for Elle not actually swimming in this.
"Last one in does the dishes," Claire yelled over her shoulder before sliding open the door and running across the deck to the oval sized in-ground pool that came with the house.
Elle took a moment to admire her girlfriend's rack and tight ass, beautifully accentuated by her white two piece before she yelled back, "I don't think so, Blondie!" She didn't do dishes. And she sure as hell wasn't getting in the pool. It still made her angry when she thought about Sylar buying this house despite her protests that she hated water and would never venture into the back yard. It had been weeks and true to her word she refused to even open any door or windows on that side of the house.
The two of them conspired against her. Sylar purchased life vests and assorted other floaty things. Claire hired the cutest pool boy she could find and made a point of sunning herself in full view of the hapless youth as often as she could. This must be their latest attempt to help her overcome the crippling fear she had of water. Elle ground her teeth and turned away as Claire splashed into the deep end.
"Care to join us," Sylar strolled into the kitchen wearing swim trunks and carrying three towels. Elle longed to reach out and touch his bare chest, rake her nails down the happy trail that disappeared beneath the waistband of his shorts. "It'll be fun," He teased as he opened the door and winked at her, moving out of reach.
Elle growled and released a bolt of blue electricity at the microwave, satisfied when it exploded into bright yellow sparks and smoke. It was the third one she'd destroyed this month. She stomped out of the kitchen and into the living room, determined to ignore them altogether.
The sounds of laughter and splashing and the occasional thunk of the diving board filtered through the open door and angered her even more. They were taunting her. Bastards. She ran back to the door and slammed it so hard it stuttered on its tracks. Through the glass she could see them swimming, their bodies glistening from the underwater lights one of them had turned on. Elle pressed her nose to the glass and watched mesmerized when Sylar grabbed Claire and threw her in, jumping in right behind and leaving a wave of water in their wake.
Dammit. It did look fun.
The next time Claire climbed the ladder and stood dripping wet on the concrete, she untied her bikini top and let it drop to her feet. Her bottoms were next, slid down her legs and left in a wet puddle. Sylar whistled from the water and then threw his swimming trunks so they landed on the diving board. Elle's breath caught in her throat when Claire jumped back into the water and swam over to where Sylar waited.
They wouldn't. This was cruel for even them. Elle slid the door open and leaned out for a better view.
They were in the deep end of the pool, arms wrapped around each other kissing. Elle felt arousal coil low in her belly and slippery warmth between her legs. She took a step out onto the deck.
Sylar bit down Claire's neck and stopped to take one of her nipples into his mouth, his other hand worked between her legs under the water. Claire moaned and gripped his shoulders for support. Elle's nipples tightened and her skin prickled in the night air. She took another step and closed the door behind her.
She didn't remember walking across the deck or lawn, only realized where she was when she noticed the rough cement under her bare feet.
Claire pushed away from Sylar and swam over to where Elle stood at the shallow end and rested her head on her arms. "You just gonna watch?" She looked up at Elle and smiled.
Sylar moved up behind Claire and wrapped an arm around her torso, spreading her legs with his own. "Come on, Elle. Take off your clothes." He said as he stroked his cock and positioned himself behind Claire.
Elle knelt down and leaned over to kiss Claire, parting her lips with her tongue at the same moment that Sylar thrust into her. Claire moaned into Elle's mouth, panted and closed her eyes.
She was nervous, the water's edge was right there, but so were the two people she loved.
Slowly she pulled away from Claire and unbuttoned her shirt. The rest was a blur and then she was naked and shaking so hard her teeth chattered.
"It's okay," Claire soothed her. "Kiss me some more."
It was a request she couldn't deny so she obliged and leaned over once more, cradled Claire's face in her hands, and kissed her deeply.
Sylar groaned and sped up behind Claire, making tiny ripples in the water with his movements. "Are you close?" He gripped the edge of the pool with one hand and did something with the other that made Claire gasp and shudder.
"Fuck. Yes!" Claire answered before she climaxed and yelled out.
Within moments Elle had two pairs of eyes trained on her and Claire stated, "Your turn," matter-of-factly and grinned.
"I can't..."
Sylar was up and out of the water before she could blink and placed a towel next to her. "Sit here. We won't let anything happen to you." He took her hand and helped her get comfortable, sat behind her so that water dripped across her back and ran down her arms.
Claire moved from where she was in the water and stood between Elle's legs. At first they just touched her, Sylar ran his hands across her neck and shoulders and Claire rubbed her feet and calves, until she slowly lowered them into the water.
"That's it. Relax," Claire cooed. Then she began to run her tongue and lips up Elle's leg, she stopped short of her thigh and nibbled the sensitive skin there until Elle squirmed and gasped in pleasure. Claire had become an expert at teasing and Elle knew this because she had taught her everything.
"Stop playing around, cheerleader," Elle hissed and then moaned when Claire lowered her mouth to Elle's cunt and gripped her legs. Claire licked and sucked at her clit until Elle bucked her hips and cried out. Claire circled two fingers against her entrance and slowly inserted one and then another, building an easy rhythm before she resumed licking up and down Elle's sex.
Sylar's fingers traced across her abdomen, skimmed up her ribcage, and cupped her breasts. She turned her head so she could kiss him, touching his face with one hand and Claire's with the other. He tasted like Claire, they both did. She was already close to coming when he began to roll her nipples between his thumbs and fingers. Elle's spine stiffened as delicious waves of bliss washed over her body until she was dizzy and felt electricity discharge from her fingers.
"Ow," Sylar yelped in pain.
"Hey!" Claire lifted her face and looked around as the lights in the pool extinguished.
"I think you blew a fuse," Sylar shook his head and stood up. "I'll check the circuit breakers."
Claire giggled and lightly splashed water at her. "Look at you, comfortable at the pool's edge."
Elle kicked her legs and splashed Claire back. "You two tricked me."
"And it worked."
"I'm not getting in the pool." Elle rested her weight on her hands and enjoyed the view of her hot girlfriend.
"Baby steps." Claire swam out to the center of the water and disappeared beneath the surface. The lights flickered back on and Elle could see her swimming to the other side.
This wasn't so bad. She might even get used to it in time.
Sylar reappeared beside her and took her hand. "You did good." He slipped into the water and looked up at her, tickled the soles of her feet until she laughed and pulled them out of the water.
"Tell Pompom I'm still not doing the dishes."
Author: kathrynthegr8
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Elle/Sylar/Claire
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1000 or so
Warnings: Au Fluff. Sex. Swearing.
Disclaimer: I own nothing you see here.
A/N: Written for THE HEROES ANON RARE PAIRS MEME. Yet another glimpse into my little 'verse where Sylar and Elle kidnapped Claire in season three. Kisses to my girls eeyore9990 and andbless_mybaby for encouraging my crazy. Also, apologies to the prompter for Elle not actually swimming in this.
"Last one in does the dishes," Claire yelled over her shoulder before sliding open the door and running across the deck to the oval sized in-ground pool that came with the house.
Elle took a moment to admire her girlfriend's rack and tight ass, beautifully accentuated by her white two piece before she yelled back, "I don't think so, Blondie!" She didn't do dishes. And she sure as hell wasn't getting in the pool. It still made her angry when she thought about Sylar buying this house despite her protests that she hated water and would never venture into the back yard. It had been weeks and true to her word she refused to even open any door or windows on that side of the house.
The two of them conspired against her. Sylar purchased life vests and assorted other floaty things. Claire hired the cutest pool boy she could find and made a point of sunning herself in full view of the hapless youth as often as she could. This must be their latest attempt to help her overcome the crippling fear she had of water. Elle ground her teeth and turned away as Claire splashed into the deep end.
"Care to join us," Sylar strolled into the kitchen wearing swim trunks and carrying three towels. Elle longed to reach out and touch his bare chest, rake her nails down the happy trail that disappeared beneath the waistband of his shorts. "It'll be fun," He teased as he opened the door and winked at her, moving out of reach.
Elle growled and released a bolt of blue electricity at the microwave, satisfied when it exploded into bright yellow sparks and smoke. It was the third one she'd destroyed this month. She stomped out of the kitchen and into the living room, determined to ignore them altogether.
The sounds of laughter and splashing and the occasional thunk of the diving board filtered through the open door and angered her even more. They were taunting her. Bastards. She ran back to the door and slammed it so hard it stuttered on its tracks. Through the glass she could see them swimming, their bodies glistening from the underwater lights one of them had turned on. Elle pressed her nose to the glass and watched mesmerized when Sylar grabbed Claire and threw her in, jumping in right behind and leaving a wave of water in their wake.
Dammit. It did look fun.
The next time Claire climbed the ladder and stood dripping wet on the concrete, she untied her bikini top and let it drop to her feet. Her bottoms were next, slid down her legs and left in a wet puddle. Sylar whistled from the water and then threw his swimming trunks so they landed on the diving board. Elle's breath caught in her throat when Claire jumped back into the water and swam over to where Sylar waited.
They wouldn't. This was cruel for even them. Elle slid the door open and leaned out for a better view.
They were in the deep end of the pool, arms wrapped around each other kissing. Elle felt arousal coil low in her belly and slippery warmth between her legs. She took a step out onto the deck.
Sylar bit down Claire's neck and stopped to take one of her nipples into his mouth, his other hand worked between her legs under the water. Claire moaned and gripped his shoulders for support. Elle's nipples tightened and her skin prickled in the night air. She took another step and closed the door behind her.
She didn't remember walking across the deck or lawn, only realized where she was when she noticed the rough cement under her bare feet.
Claire pushed away from Sylar and swam over to where Elle stood at the shallow end and rested her head on her arms. "You just gonna watch?" She looked up at Elle and smiled.
Sylar moved up behind Claire and wrapped an arm around her torso, spreading her legs with his own. "Come on, Elle. Take off your clothes." He said as he stroked his cock and positioned himself behind Claire.
Elle knelt down and leaned over to kiss Claire, parting her lips with her tongue at the same moment that Sylar thrust into her. Claire moaned into Elle's mouth, panted and closed her eyes.
She was nervous, the water's edge was right there, but so were the two people she loved.
Slowly she pulled away from Claire and unbuttoned her shirt. The rest was a blur and then she was naked and shaking so hard her teeth chattered.
"It's okay," Claire soothed her. "Kiss me some more."
It was a request she couldn't deny so she obliged and leaned over once more, cradled Claire's face in her hands, and kissed her deeply.
Sylar groaned and sped up behind Claire, making tiny ripples in the water with his movements. "Are you close?" He gripped the edge of the pool with one hand and did something with the other that made Claire gasp and shudder.
"Fuck. Yes!" Claire answered before she climaxed and yelled out.
Within moments Elle had two pairs of eyes trained on her and Claire stated, "Your turn," matter-of-factly and grinned.
"I can't..."
Sylar was up and out of the water before she could blink and placed a towel next to her. "Sit here. We won't let anything happen to you." He took her hand and helped her get comfortable, sat behind her so that water dripped across her back and ran down her arms.
Claire moved from where she was in the water and stood between Elle's legs. At first they just touched her, Sylar ran his hands across her neck and shoulders and Claire rubbed her feet and calves, until she slowly lowered them into the water.
"That's it. Relax," Claire cooed. Then she began to run her tongue and lips up Elle's leg, she stopped short of her thigh and nibbled the sensitive skin there until Elle squirmed and gasped in pleasure. Claire had become an expert at teasing and Elle knew this because she had taught her everything.
"Stop playing around, cheerleader," Elle hissed and then moaned when Claire lowered her mouth to Elle's cunt and gripped her legs. Claire licked and sucked at her clit until Elle bucked her hips and cried out. Claire circled two fingers against her entrance and slowly inserted one and then another, building an easy rhythm before she resumed licking up and down Elle's sex.
Sylar's fingers traced across her abdomen, skimmed up her ribcage, and cupped her breasts. She turned her head so she could kiss him, touching his face with one hand and Claire's with the other. He tasted like Claire, they both did. She was already close to coming when he began to roll her nipples between his thumbs and fingers. Elle's spine stiffened as delicious waves of bliss washed over her body until she was dizzy and felt electricity discharge from her fingers.
"Ow," Sylar yelped in pain.
"Hey!" Claire lifted her face and looked around as the lights in the pool extinguished.
"I think you blew a fuse," Sylar shook his head and stood up. "I'll check the circuit breakers."
Claire giggled and lightly splashed water at her. "Look at you, comfortable at the pool's edge."
Elle kicked her legs and splashed Claire back. "You two tricked me."
"And it worked."
"I'm not getting in the pool." Elle rested her weight on her hands and enjoyed the view of her hot girlfriend.
"Baby steps." Claire swam out to the center of the water and disappeared beneath the surface. The lights flickered back on and Elle could see her swimming to the other side.
This wasn't so bad. She might even get used to it in time.
Sylar reappeared beside her and took her hand. "You did good." He slipped into the water and looked up at her, tickled the soles of her feet until she laughed and pulled them out of the water.
"Tell Pompom I'm still not doing the dishes."