Fic: Strength
Title: Strength
Author: Corona
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Niki/DL
Rating: R
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing
Summary: Strength and control
They've never been completely honest when they've fucked before, never pushed against each other in this new far stranger meeting of flesh and bone.
So this is a new thing for both of them.
It's an unknown, delicious and unnerving...and god beautiful.
The way D.L. makes little gasping noises under her, groaning under every grinding crush of her hips, and her fingers are sweating round his wrists; making everything slippery and fierce.
She knows he could slip out of her hold if he wanted to, could slither through her fingers like smoke. But he doesn't, he's hot and real, tendons in his wrists smooth and delicate under her thumbs. His mouth is an open curve of need that breathes her name every time she sinks down onto him, every time she pushes just a little too hard.
She could hurt him, could break him far too easily and god she wants to be reckless when she comes, wants to hear his quiet noises of pain mixed in with the familiar deep lost noises he always makes at the end.
Niki wants to push hard enough to make it real, hard enough to press up against the line, greedy and selfish. She wants to push like Jessica would have pushed, because god Jessica would have pushed, she would have striven for perfection, for sensation. She would have been reckless and dangerous and beautiful.
Because she didn't care, because breaking people had been what Jessica did.
But Niki is not Jessica, so she only pushes so far...and no further.
Author: Corona
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Niki/DL
Rating: R
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing
Summary: Strength and control
They've never been completely honest when they've fucked before, never pushed against each other in this new far stranger meeting of flesh and bone.
So this is a new thing for both of them.
It's an unknown, delicious and unnerving...and god beautiful.
The way D.L. makes little gasping noises under her, groaning under every grinding crush of her hips, and her fingers are sweating round his wrists; making everything slippery and fierce.
She knows he could slip out of her hold if he wanted to, could slither through her fingers like smoke. But he doesn't, he's hot and real, tendons in his wrists smooth and delicate under her thumbs. His mouth is an open curve of need that breathes her name every time she sinks down onto him, every time she pushes just a little too hard.
She could hurt him, could break him far too easily and god she wants to be reckless when she comes, wants to hear his quiet noises of pain mixed in with the familiar deep lost noises he always makes at the end.
Niki wants to push hard enough to make it real, hard enough to press up against the line, greedy and selfish. She wants to push like Jessica would have pushed, because god Jessica would have pushed, she would have striven for perfection, for sensation. She would have been reckless and dangerous and beautiful.
Because she didn't care, because breaking people had been what Jessica did.
But Niki is not Jessica, so she only pushes so far...and no further.