Three Ficlets
Title: Subway Series
Author: kathrynthegr8
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Elle/Sylar/Claire
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 471
Warnings: Au Fluff. Implied 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. Many thanks to andbless_mybaby for wading through this mess. ♥
Claire looked around at the destruction wreaked by her paramours. It was days like today that she almost wished the dynamic duo had turned her over to Arthur all those months ago.
The widescreen TV was trashed, the furniture had been ripped open, and small pieces of fluff floated in the air. She was fairly sure there were blood stains on the carpet and the coffee table was little more than splinters of wood still smoldering in the epicenter of the disaster.
"Explain to me again what you two are fighting about?"
"Forget it, Pompom. I keep forgetting you're from Texas. I wouldn't expect you to understand the importance of the Subway Series." Elle turned her attention to Sylar who stood a few feet away; blue sparks danced across her fingertips.
"You mean like the sandwiches? Please tell me you guys didn't do all this over food." Claire looked from Elle to Sylar, but they were glaring at each other with what could only be described as murderous intent. "Okay. Is it football?" she ventured.
She should have left them to it, but Claire liked the house and didn't want to move.
It was Sylar’s turn to glare at her. "Football? Are you kidding me? It's baseball. The Mets are playing in the most important series of the season."
"Right. Baseball." Claire smiled weakly and bit her lip.
"Jesus Christ, Claire! I like the Yankees and he likes the Mets," Elle blew the bangs out of her face and rolled her eyes.
Claire nodded like everything made perfect sense to her. A team rivalry, right. She had no idea what to say to make them stop fighting. If she was lucky the neighbors hadn't already called the police to report a domestic disturbance.
"Well, while all this is... educational, I have school in the morning. Do you guys think you can keep it down? You busted the TV, so it's not like you can watch the Yankees and Jets play anyway."
"METS!" Sylar's eyes were getting darker by the moment. If she was going to defuse this situation she was going to have to come up with something fast and redirect all their fury and frustration into something else.
She yawned and stretched her arms above her head. Then she slowly began to take her clothes off, starting with her shoes and ending with her bra and underwear all in a small pile by her feet.
"I'm tired and going to bed," she turned slowly but looked over her shoulder quickly. "You guys coming?"
Claire walked to the stairs and swayed her butt a bit more than was absolutely necessary as she climbed the steps. She felt Sylar's hands on her hips before she was halfway up, followed by Elle's throaty laugh. "Smart girl."
They didn't make it to the bed.
Title: Birthday Girl
Author: kathrynthegr8
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Elle/Sylar/Claire
Rating: Hard R
Word Count: 663
Warnings: Au Fluff. Sex.
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. Many thanks to andbless_mybaby for wading through this mess. ♥
Claire woke up on her eighteenth birthday unable to move her arms and legs. In and of itself wasn't an odd occurrence considering that she shared a bed with two other people and tangled limbs happened all the time. But today she woke up alone, and as her eyes adjusted to the morning light pouring in through the open shades, realized she was in fact tied to the headboard and foot board.
"Hey guys?" There was no answer. She pulled against the bonds to no avail. She wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Damn.
When the door did open, her lovers entered the room looking mischievous, with sly smiles and secret looks to each other that made Claire squirm around to try and see their faces as they stopped at the edge of the bed.
"Morning, sunshine." Elle spoke first and crawled up to sit beside her. "Happy birthday!"
Claire smiled at her and quirked an eyebrow. "Thanks, sweety. How about you untie me now?"
"Oh no! We haven't given you your presents yet." Elle smiled back as her eyes flashed. Sylar sat on Claire's other side and smirked over at Elle.
"Why do I have to be tied up like this?" she asked in what she hoped wasn't a panicked voice.
"Because, silly! This is part of your present!" Elle leaned over Claire and captured Sylar's lips in a kiss.
Claire had to admit that the view was nice from where she lay, offering her the perfect vantage point to watch her two lovers.
"Okay. I would have settled for a card or a cake, but this is nice." She couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up her throat.
Sylar broke the kiss and looked down at her. "This isn't your present. Tell her, Elle."
Elle bounced with excitement. "We spent forever talking about what would be a perfect gift. Sylar thought a day at the spa would be nice." She stuck out her tongue and rolled her eyes before finishing. "I wanted to get you a puppy!"
"Elle…" Sylar warned in a firm voice.
"I wouldn't shock it, I promise!" Elle pouted for a moment before perking back up. "And then we came up with this idea." She splayed her hands and nodded happily.
"And by 'this,' you mean tying me to the bed?" Claire asked.
"No." Sylar answered easily as he reached for her wrists and tested the knots holding her hands in place.
"I thought of it." Elle beamed in pride as she checked the ropes holding Claire's feet apart and her legs open.
Claire sighed in exasperation; sometimes talking to them was like watching a performance of 'Who's on First?'
"We both liked the idea of giving you the traditional birthday spankings," Sylar finally answered, before leaning over and taking one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking slowly and then curling his tongue around the tip.
"But we decided eighteen orgasms would be more fun!" Elle exclaimed as she leaned over and kissed Claire soundly on the mouth, humming low in her throat and turning her head for a better angle.
Claire had to admit that she liked the idea. Her body was already responding to their attentions with a low throb between her legs and the flutter of butterfly wings in her belly.
She gasped when the both clasped her between her legs, working together until she couldn't tell the difference between which hand was which, but faintly aware that they both had fingers moving inside of her opening her up. Their combined touch overwhelmed her and then Sylar was kissing her and Elle was biting her on the neck. Her body rocked with her orgasm and she rode out the aftershocks while they continued touching her and fucking her with their fingers.
"See why we tied you up? This way we can have our way with you all day long." Sylar whispered into her hair.
"That's one," Elle breathed into her ear. "Seventeen more to go."
Title: Fickle
Author: kathrynthegr8
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Matt/Claire
Rating: PG
Word Count: 514
Warnings: Au Fluff. Implied 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. Many thanks to andbless_mybaby for wading through this mess. ♥
She should know better… know herself better, really. Her mother called her fickle: "You are too easily taken by a handsome face, dear."
And Claire knew it was true. How else could she explain her attraction to Zach, West, Alex, and even her Uncle Peter? She fell in and out of love more often than most people do in their entire lifetimes. For the most part, she was fine with it.
And then there was Matt Parkman.
He showed up at her dorm room unannounced and looking nervous. Claire liked the former policeman and even respected him. She invited him in with no hesitation.
"Hi, Claire." He looked around her room, not letting his eyes settle on one thing, obviously nervous.
She smiled at him and nodded before she closed the door. "Hey, Matt. What brings you to NYU?"
"You do- I mean…" He stopped and took a deep breath before he continued. "I need to ask you a favor."
Claire narrowed her eyes at him. What kind of favor could he need from her? Her fathers -both of them, actually- had seen to it that she was settled in school and as far away from the going-on of the new Company as possible. She almost said as much, but figured he knew all that already.
"Sure."
"I need you to promise me you'll stay away from Senator Petrelli- Nathan." He looked at her for the first time and she saw the sincerity on his face and something else. Maybe panic or fear.
"Why-?"
"I can't tell you. I wish I could; you don't know how much I want to tell you… tell someone. Look, it's not safe being around him. If something happened to you-" He ran his fingers through his hair and turned away, "I couldn't live with myself. Promise me, Claire. Please."
"I don't understand. Nathan is my fath- biological father. He's sorry for what he did and he's doing his best to make amends. Has something happened?" Fear spiked through her heart. She hated not knowing what was going on. Everyone knew she couldn't die, but they continued to treat her like a child. She thought Matt was different- that he viewed her as an adult, an equal.
"No, it's nothing like that. There are things, things I can't explain to you. But I had to come here, had to warn you." He turned to go and reached for the doorknob.
Claire grabbed his arm and refused to let him go. He didn't resist, but stood still, resignation in his posture. She liked him, probably more than she should. She liked that his ability was subtle and something he kept to himself. He was built to do good, to help people, and he never asked for recognition. If she let him leave he would carry this burden, never sharing it with anyone. She couldn't allow that. She needed to know.
"I promise to stay away from him." She leaned against him and pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth and whispered, "But you have to tell me everything."
Author: kathrynthegr8
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Elle/Sylar/Claire
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 471
Warnings: Au Fluff. Implied 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. Many thanks to andbless_mybaby for wading through this mess. ♥
Claire looked around at the destruction wreaked by her paramours. It was days like today that she almost wished the dynamic duo had turned her over to Arthur all those months ago.
The widescreen TV was trashed, the furniture had been ripped open, and small pieces of fluff floated in the air. She was fairly sure there were blood stains on the carpet and the coffee table was little more than splinters of wood still smoldering in the epicenter of the disaster.
"Explain to me again what you two are fighting about?"
"Forget it, Pompom. I keep forgetting you're from Texas. I wouldn't expect you to understand the importance of the Subway Series." Elle turned her attention to Sylar who stood a few feet away; blue sparks danced across her fingertips.
"You mean like the sandwiches? Please tell me you guys didn't do all this over food." Claire looked from Elle to Sylar, but they were glaring at each other with what could only be described as murderous intent. "Okay. Is it football?" she ventured.
She should have left them to it, but Claire liked the house and didn't want to move.
It was Sylar’s turn to glare at her. "Football? Are you kidding me? It's baseball. The Mets are playing in the most important series of the season."
"Right. Baseball." Claire smiled weakly and bit her lip.
"Jesus Christ, Claire! I like the Yankees and he likes the Mets," Elle blew the bangs out of her face and rolled her eyes.
Claire nodded like everything made perfect sense to her. A team rivalry, right. She had no idea what to say to make them stop fighting. If she was lucky the neighbors hadn't already called the police to report a domestic disturbance.
"Well, while all this is... educational, I have school in the morning. Do you guys think you can keep it down? You busted the TV, so it's not like you can watch the Yankees and Jets play anyway."
"METS!" Sylar's eyes were getting darker by the moment. If she was going to defuse this situation she was going to have to come up with something fast and redirect all their fury and frustration into something else.
She yawned and stretched her arms above her head. Then she slowly began to take her clothes off, starting with her shoes and ending with her bra and underwear all in a small pile by her feet.
"I'm tired and going to bed," she turned slowly but looked over her shoulder quickly. "You guys coming?"
Claire walked to the stairs and swayed her butt a bit more than was absolutely necessary as she climbed the steps. She felt Sylar's hands on her hips before she was halfway up, followed by Elle's throaty laugh. "Smart girl."
They didn't make it to the bed.
Title: Birthday Girl
Author: kathrynthegr8
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Elle/Sylar/Claire
Rating: Hard R
Word Count: 663
Warnings: Au Fluff. Sex.
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. Many thanks to andbless_mybaby for wading through this mess. ♥
Claire woke up on her eighteenth birthday unable to move her arms and legs. In and of itself wasn't an odd occurrence considering that she shared a bed with two other people and tangled limbs happened all the time. But today she woke up alone, and as her eyes adjusted to the morning light pouring in through the open shades, realized she was in fact tied to the headboard and foot board.
"Hey guys?" There was no answer. She pulled against the bonds to no avail. She wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Damn.
When the door did open, her lovers entered the room looking mischievous, with sly smiles and secret looks to each other that made Claire squirm around to try and see their faces as they stopped at the edge of the bed.
"Morning, sunshine." Elle spoke first and crawled up to sit beside her. "Happy birthday!"
Claire smiled at her and quirked an eyebrow. "Thanks, sweety. How about you untie me now?"
"Oh no! We haven't given you your presents yet." Elle smiled back as her eyes flashed. Sylar sat on Claire's other side and smirked over at Elle.
"Why do I have to be tied up like this?" she asked in what she hoped wasn't a panicked voice.
"Because, silly! This is part of your present!" Elle leaned over Claire and captured Sylar's lips in a kiss.
Claire had to admit that the view was nice from where she lay, offering her the perfect vantage point to watch her two lovers.
"Okay. I would have settled for a card or a cake, but this is nice." She couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up her throat.
Sylar broke the kiss and looked down at her. "This isn't your present. Tell her, Elle."
Elle bounced with excitement. "We spent forever talking about what would be a perfect gift. Sylar thought a day at the spa would be nice." She stuck out her tongue and rolled her eyes before finishing. "I wanted to get you a puppy!"
"Elle…" Sylar warned in a firm voice.
"I wouldn't shock it, I promise!" Elle pouted for a moment before perking back up. "And then we came up with this idea." She splayed her hands and nodded happily.
"And by 'this,' you mean tying me to the bed?" Claire asked.
"No." Sylar answered easily as he reached for her wrists and tested the knots holding her hands in place.
"I thought of it." Elle beamed in pride as she checked the ropes holding Claire's feet apart and her legs open.
Claire sighed in exasperation; sometimes talking to them was like watching a performance of 'Who's on First?'
"We both liked the idea of giving you the traditional birthday spankings," Sylar finally answered, before leaning over and taking one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking slowly and then curling his tongue around the tip.
"But we decided eighteen orgasms would be more fun!" Elle exclaimed as she leaned over and kissed Claire soundly on the mouth, humming low in her throat and turning her head for a better angle.
Claire had to admit that she liked the idea. Her body was already responding to their attentions with a low throb between her legs and the flutter of butterfly wings in her belly.
She gasped when the both clasped her between her legs, working together until she couldn't tell the difference between which hand was which, but faintly aware that they both had fingers moving inside of her opening her up. Their combined touch overwhelmed her and then Sylar was kissing her and Elle was biting her on the neck. Her body rocked with her orgasm and she rode out the aftershocks while they continued touching her and fucking her with their fingers.
"See why we tied you up? This way we can have our way with you all day long." Sylar whispered into her hair.
"That's one," Elle breathed into her ear. "Seventeen more to go."
Title: Fickle
Author: kathrynthegr8
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Matt/Claire
Rating: PG
Word Count: 514
Warnings: Au Fluff. Implied 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. Many thanks to andbless_mybaby for wading through this mess. ♥
She should know better… know herself better, really. Her mother called her fickle: "You are too easily taken by a handsome face, dear."
And Claire knew it was true. How else could she explain her attraction to Zach, West, Alex, and even her Uncle Peter? She fell in and out of love more often than most people do in their entire lifetimes. For the most part, she was fine with it.
And then there was Matt Parkman.
He showed up at her dorm room unannounced and looking nervous. Claire liked the former policeman and even respected him. She invited him in with no hesitation.
"Hi, Claire." He looked around her room, not letting his eyes settle on one thing, obviously nervous.
She smiled at him and nodded before she closed the door. "Hey, Matt. What brings you to NYU?"
"You do- I mean…" He stopped and took a deep breath before he continued. "I need to ask you a favor."
Claire narrowed her eyes at him. What kind of favor could he need from her? Her fathers -both of them, actually- had seen to it that she was settled in school and as far away from the going-on of the new Company as possible. She almost said as much, but figured he knew all that already.
"Sure."
"I need you to promise me you'll stay away from Senator Petrelli- Nathan." He looked at her for the first time and she saw the sincerity on his face and something else. Maybe panic or fear.
"Why-?"
"I can't tell you. I wish I could; you don't know how much I want to tell you… tell someone. Look, it's not safe being around him. If something happened to you-" He ran his fingers through his hair and turned away, "I couldn't live with myself. Promise me, Claire. Please."
"I don't understand. Nathan is my fath- biological father. He's sorry for what he did and he's doing his best to make amends. Has something happened?" Fear spiked through her heart. She hated not knowing what was going on. Everyone knew she couldn't die, but they continued to treat her like a child. She thought Matt was different- that he viewed her as an adult, an equal.
"No, it's nothing like that. There are things, things I can't explain to you. But I had to come here, had to warn you." He turned to go and reached for the doorknob.
Claire grabbed his arm and refused to let him go. He didn't resist, but stood still, resignation in his posture. She liked him, probably more than she should. She liked that his ability was subtle and something he kept to himself. He was built to do good, to help people, and he never asked for recognition. If she let him leave he would carry this burden, never sharing it with anyone. She couldn't allow that. She needed to know.
"I promise to stay away from him." She leaned against him and pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth and whispered, "But you have to tell me everything."