New Noaire Fic: Confusion Part 2
Title: Confusion 2
Author: Kinky_Devil452
Pairing: Claire/Noah
Rating: NC17
Wordcount: 1456
Warning: Hurt/Comfort, adoptive incest, angst
Summary: Takes place after the events in Confusion part 1
Claire awoke the next morning in Noah’s arms. She glanced behind her and noticed he was still asleep. She laid in bed thinking about the night before, about their talk and how they ended up in bed together. She looked at the time and realized she had a study session in an hour and needed to go, but she didn’t want to wake him. She knew he was probably tired after last night. She leaned over and kissed him on the head and then went to get a shower.
--
When she finished she came out and saw that he was already awake and drinking a cup of coffee.
“Hey” she said
“Hey, sleep well?” asked Noah
“Like a rock”
He walked towards her and handed her a cup of coffee.
“You left some clothes here the last time you did laundry. You want me to get them for you?”
“Yeah, thanks. I don’t want to wear my dress back”
He came back into the living room and handed her a pair of black yoga pants and an “Alpha Chi” t-shirt. She was wondering where this t-shirt was, she thought she lost it.
She was puzzled. He didn’t mention last night. No “Claire we need to talk” Nothing. Was it really not an issue or was he avoiding it?
“Thanks” She considered asking him, but decided against it. Maybe he was having a hard time accepting what happened and he was only tolerating her presence. Maybe he hated her. No, not him. But she knew something was wrong. She knew they got caught up in the heat of the moment and were ruled by their emotions. She thought it was funny how things had a different perspective after a good night of sleep.
“I’m making waffles Claire, they should be done soon”
“Ok Dad” She ducked into the bathroom to get changed. Once inside she began to hyperventilate. She knew it was impossible for her to die from this, but right now she was wishing she could do just that. Why was he barley acknowledging her? She had to call the Haitian and fix this. That was her plan; she would just call the Haitian if things got any worse. She collected herself and came out of the bathroom, chanting “call the Haitian” in her head. Maybe he would suggest it first. She could picture him saying “Honey this isn’t going to work, I’m going to call the Haitian to fix this.”
They sat on opposite sides of the kitchen table and ate in silence, stealing glances at the other when they didn’t think they were looking.
Claire couldn’t take the silence anymore.
“I’m guessing this is the awkward part?”
Noah stuffed a piece of waffle in his mouth to buy him some extra time to think of an answer as he chewed it.
“It doesn’t have to be awkward Claire. I thought this is what you wanted? To not make a big deal”
“I thought you were pretending it didn’t happen. You’re acting like you got hatianed.”
He laughed. “No, I just thought it would be nice to have breakfast before we discussed that. I’m sorry if I made you feel otherwise”
“It’s ok. Just me over reacting…sorry. Kinda new territory here.”
“It’s fine; I feel the same way too. I didn’t know if I should kiss you on the lips, or on the cheek, or what to do so I just did nothing.”
“This isn’t going to be easy, is it?” She felt like she was eating her words from the night before.
He got up from the table and took their plates over to the sink. She followed him to help with the clean up. He still didn’t answer her and she was getting irritated at his stalling to answer the question.
“What do you want me to be Claire? Do you want me to be…your boyfriend?” It had been so many years since he used that term, and he was certainly no longer a boy. Maybe manfriend was more age appropriate.
She tilted her head down and looked away. “I guess that’s what you would call it, yes”
“As much as I would like that, are you sure? I’m so much older than you…you don’t think you’re going to get tired of me and want someone your own age?”
“I don’t care about that…I’m immortal. Do you think age is an issue for me? Centuries from now everyone I know will be dead, their children and great grand children will be dead. You think a 30 year age gap is going to be a problem?”
He didn’t think about her immortality as an issue. 30 years is nothing but a blink of an eye when it comes to eternity.
“I always wanted to give you a normal life…this is anything but.” He removed his glasses to clean them, something he did frequently when he was at a loss for words.
“Dad” She placed her hand on his cheek. “This is normal. You love me, I love you. We don’t have to hide anything from each other. This is more normal than me trying to hide my secret from any boy I date.”
He relented. When did she become so reasonable?
“Why are you still calling me dad? After what we did…how can you still call me that?” He looked at her intensely, tears pricking at his eyes.
“Because you are my dad. That won’t ever change.” She felt tears of her own coming down her face.
He pulled her into a hug and kissed her on the head.
--
He pulled up to her dorm to drop her off; he debated for a few moments whether he should follow her inside. He didn’t want to bump into Gretchen. That girl could smell a secret a mile away. She was sharp, he’d give her that…but on more than one occasion he wanted to Haitian her for that exact reason. The gentleman in him relented and he walked her to her door.
“Do you want to come in? My meeting isn’t till 3.”
“Sure I’m not overstaying my welcome?” He halfheartedly hoped she would say yes and turn him away. He needed some time alone to think. He may have seemed collected on the outside, but it was only for her benefit. He didn’t want to say or do anything that would damage their delicate relationship.
She playfully nudged him with her elbow. “Don’t be silly, you’re always welcome.”
“Is Gretchen going to be there?” He asked wearily, he really did not want to deal with pleasantries right now.
“No, she joined a drama troupe. They practice on Saturdays. Just me and my beta fish this weekend.” She felt bad that her relationship with Gretchen became strained, that she was unable to reciprocate she same feelings Gretchen had for her. It wasn’t because she felt uncomfortable with the ‘lesbian’ thing, which Gretchen believed, but because she harbored those feelings for someone else…
She unlocked her door and they were both relieved to find the room empty. Noah hesitantly walked into the room. He glanced at her bed and saw the bears sitting atop the pillows, looking at him, probably judging him. He scoffed at his paranoia. He was glad Matt Parkman wasn’t anywhere close to hear his thoughts.
He looked around the room, at her desk. This room was often a centerpiece in the fantasies he’d conjure up about her. He thought back to his favorite fantasy, the one where she called him upset and begged him to stay the night with her. In the fantasy he would hold her as they lay in bed, stroking her hair and comforting her. It ended differently each time, different positions and such, but the result was always the same: He would wake up alone in his soiled sheets. This time he was allowed to act on his fantasy, but something was holding him back. He didn’t want her to think he was a “horndog” of some sort. He was torn between running out the door to collect his thoughts and kissing her right here.
The door shut with a click and he heard her lock both locks. Why the need for both locks?
She walked towards him with a smirk on her lips. “Hey daddy…we’re all alone now.” She pulled him close to her in a passionate kiss.
--
They lay in bed panting, limbs entwined. She turned her head and looked at him, his hair was messed up and he had a light sheen of sweat covering his chest. She was surprised his glasses stayed on.
“I guess last night wasn’t a fluke.”
He looked at her and grinned. “I guess not.”
The end…for now!
Author: Kinky_Devil452
Pairing: Claire/Noah
Rating: NC17
Wordcount: 1456
Warning: Hurt/Comfort, adoptive incest, angst
Summary: Takes place after the events in Confusion part 1
Claire awoke the next morning in Noah’s arms. She glanced behind her and noticed he was still asleep. She laid in bed thinking about the night before, about their talk and how they ended up in bed together. She looked at the time and realized she had a study session in an hour and needed to go, but she didn’t want to wake him. She knew he was probably tired after last night. She leaned over and kissed him on the head and then went to get a shower.
--
When she finished she came out and saw that he was already awake and drinking a cup of coffee.
“Hey” she said
“Hey, sleep well?” asked Noah
“Like a rock”
He walked towards her and handed her a cup of coffee.
“You left some clothes here the last time you did laundry. You want me to get them for you?”
“Yeah, thanks. I don’t want to wear my dress back”
He came back into the living room and handed her a pair of black yoga pants and an “Alpha Chi” t-shirt. She was wondering where this t-shirt was, she thought she lost it.
She was puzzled. He didn’t mention last night. No “Claire we need to talk” Nothing. Was it really not an issue or was he avoiding it?
“Thanks” She considered asking him, but decided against it. Maybe he was having a hard time accepting what happened and he was only tolerating her presence. Maybe he hated her. No, not him. But she knew something was wrong. She knew they got caught up in the heat of the moment and were ruled by their emotions. She thought it was funny how things had a different perspective after a good night of sleep.
“I’m making waffles Claire, they should be done soon”
“Ok Dad” She ducked into the bathroom to get changed. Once inside she began to hyperventilate. She knew it was impossible for her to die from this, but right now she was wishing she could do just that. Why was he barley acknowledging her? She had to call the Haitian and fix this. That was her plan; she would just call the Haitian if things got any worse. She collected herself and came out of the bathroom, chanting “call the Haitian” in her head. Maybe he would suggest it first. She could picture him saying “Honey this isn’t going to work, I’m going to call the Haitian to fix this.”
They sat on opposite sides of the kitchen table and ate in silence, stealing glances at the other when they didn’t think they were looking.
Claire couldn’t take the silence anymore.
“I’m guessing this is the awkward part?”
Noah stuffed a piece of waffle in his mouth to buy him some extra time to think of an answer as he chewed it.
“It doesn’t have to be awkward Claire. I thought this is what you wanted? To not make a big deal”
“I thought you were pretending it didn’t happen. You’re acting like you got hatianed.”
He laughed. “No, I just thought it would be nice to have breakfast before we discussed that. I’m sorry if I made you feel otherwise”
“It’s ok. Just me over reacting…sorry. Kinda new territory here.”
“It’s fine; I feel the same way too. I didn’t know if I should kiss you on the lips, or on the cheek, or what to do so I just did nothing.”
“This isn’t going to be easy, is it?” She felt like she was eating her words from the night before.
He got up from the table and took their plates over to the sink. She followed him to help with the clean up. He still didn’t answer her and she was getting irritated at his stalling to answer the question.
“What do you want me to be Claire? Do you want me to be…your boyfriend?” It had been so many years since he used that term, and he was certainly no longer a boy. Maybe manfriend was more age appropriate.
She tilted her head down and looked away. “I guess that’s what you would call it, yes”
“As much as I would like that, are you sure? I’m so much older than you…you don’t think you’re going to get tired of me and want someone your own age?”
“I don’t care about that…I’m immortal. Do you think age is an issue for me? Centuries from now everyone I know will be dead, their children and great grand children will be dead. You think a 30 year age gap is going to be a problem?”
He didn’t think about her immortality as an issue. 30 years is nothing but a blink of an eye when it comes to eternity.
“I always wanted to give you a normal life…this is anything but.” He removed his glasses to clean them, something he did frequently when he was at a loss for words.
“Dad” She placed her hand on his cheek. “This is normal. You love me, I love you. We don’t have to hide anything from each other. This is more normal than me trying to hide my secret from any boy I date.”
He relented. When did she become so reasonable?
“Why are you still calling me dad? After what we did…how can you still call me that?” He looked at her intensely, tears pricking at his eyes.
“Because you are my dad. That won’t ever change.” She felt tears of her own coming down her face.
He pulled her into a hug and kissed her on the head.
--
He pulled up to her dorm to drop her off; he debated for a few moments whether he should follow her inside. He didn’t want to bump into Gretchen. That girl could smell a secret a mile away. She was sharp, he’d give her that…but on more than one occasion he wanted to Haitian her for that exact reason. The gentleman in him relented and he walked her to her door.
“Do you want to come in? My meeting isn’t till 3.”
“Sure I’m not overstaying my welcome?” He halfheartedly hoped she would say yes and turn him away. He needed some time alone to think. He may have seemed collected on the outside, but it was only for her benefit. He didn’t want to say or do anything that would damage their delicate relationship.
She playfully nudged him with her elbow. “Don’t be silly, you’re always welcome.”
“Is Gretchen going to be there?” He asked wearily, he really did not want to deal with pleasantries right now.
“No, she joined a drama troupe. They practice on Saturdays. Just me and my beta fish this weekend.” She felt bad that her relationship with Gretchen became strained, that she was unable to reciprocate she same feelings Gretchen had for her. It wasn’t because she felt uncomfortable with the ‘lesbian’ thing, which Gretchen believed, but because she harbored those feelings for someone else…
She unlocked her door and they were both relieved to find the room empty. Noah hesitantly walked into the room. He glanced at her bed and saw the bears sitting atop the pillows, looking at him, probably judging him. He scoffed at his paranoia. He was glad Matt Parkman wasn’t anywhere close to hear his thoughts.
He looked around the room, at her desk. This room was often a centerpiece in the fantasies he’d conjure up about her. He thought back to his favorite fantasy, the one where she called him upset and begged him to stay the night with her. In the fantasy he would hold her as they lay in bed, stroking her hair and comforting her. It ended differently each time, different positions and such, but the result was always the same: He would wake up alone in his soiled sheets. This time he was allowed to act on his fantasy, but something was holding him back. He didn’t want her to think he was a “horndog” of some sort. He was torn between running out the door to collect his thoughts and kissing her right here.
The door shut with a click and he heard her lock both locks. Why the need for both locks?
She walked towards him with a smirk on her lips. “Hey daddy…we’re all alone now.” She pulled him close to her in a passionate kiss.
--
They lay in bed panting, limbs entwined. She turned her head and looked at him, his hair was messed up and he had a light sheen of sweat covering his chest. She was surprised his glasses stayed on.
“I guess last night wasn’t a fluke.”
He looked at her and grinned. “I guess not.”
The end…for now!