[Dollhouse] Daydreams, Topher/Claire
Title: Daydreams
Pairings/Characters: Topher/Claire Saunders
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sexual stuff
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Joss owns all.
Summary: Topher gets too caught up in his daydreams.
Notes: This was done for the Dollhouse Kink Meme. Request was "Topher has erotic dreams about Claire...Claire catches him in the act."
It came out of nowhere really. Her. Dr. Saunders. Here. In his control room. With that devious little look on her face. Well, she was certainly in a better mood than usual. He didn’t remember her looking at him like that since, well, ever.
“Topher,” she whispered.
Well, this was a strange turn of events.
“Dr. Saunders?” He questioned, his voice cautious as he cricketed his head to the side. Something was off, “How can I help you?”
“You mean, how can I help you?”
“Uh…you’re joking right?” He chuckled but then suddenly stopped when he realized something: Dr. Saunders didn’t joke.
“Topher, I know how you’ve always been looking at me.”
“What do you…” But he stopped. It might have been because of the smoldering looking she gave him. Or maybe it was the fact that she was already peeling her clothes off in front of him like a banana and his eyes could not help but follow each piece as they fell to the ground.
First the lab coat, then went the sweater and finally the skirt. He could feel his throat tightening. All that was left was skin and black lace.
Was he confused? Yes he was. Was he mesmerized? Oh definitely.
Logic didn’t even come to play in his mind. But at these times, who cares about logic.
But this wasn't Dr. Saunders, yet it clearly was Dr. Saunders. Almost naked in front of him.
A lump developed in his throat and his feet instinctively stepped backwards. Despite that, she moved forward toward him, until her hands were flat on his chest, pushing him roughly into the black chair behind him.
“Um, what are you doing? Doc, are you one something? Uh, someone might come in-“ Her lips were suddenly on his, sucking his bottom lip and grazing it with her teeth as her fingers tangled through his dirty blonde locks. Her tongue flicked against teeth before hungrily licking the outline of his mouth.
“Let them.”
Ooh, she was a bad girl wasn’t she?
“Doc…”
“Shush,” she whispered, her breath tickling the skin of his face as she started to unzip him, freeing him from the confines of his pants. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything.”
She always took care of everything for him like the whole situation with Victor’s man reaction. And then his own now.
A gasp escaped his lips and he shivered as her long slender fingers trailed up his thighs tickling his skin. The hair on his neck rose as his breathing slowed down in anticipation, hands gripping the arms of the chair. The tingling sensation rose up his groin and he could feel his idiot smile being plastered on his face.
Then he chuckled; he was a bit ticklish after all.
The excitement only began to rise to pleasure. He immediately shuddered as she wrapped her cold fingers around his length and immediately tease him. He could hear a moan slowly begin to escape his lips. Then suddenly, her fingers squeezed him tighter and tighter until his erection-his man reaction-was literally pulsating.
“You like that, don’t you Topher?”
Man, was this so much better than a marathon of Star Trek.
“Mmm, Claire,” he sighed, closing his and leaning his head back into the chair.
“Tell me you like it, Topher.” He really liked how his name just rolled of her tongue like that.
“Yeah. I do,” he sighed deeply, his eyes all dreamy, “Very...much."
“Topher!”
“Mm, Claire!”
“Topher!”
Suddenly, his eyes were open and reality hit and there was Dr. Saunders. Fully clothed. And fifteen feet away at the entrance. Staring.
And there were his hands. In his pants. With Dr. Saunders there. Still staring at him.
“Clair-I mean Dr. Saunders. I can explain-“
“I think it might be best if you don’t,” Her voice was calm and any awkwardness she felt, she hid it well. He saw her eye follow to where his hands were before looking back at his face, “I’ll leave you and yourhands alone. I can come get it later.”
“Wait-“
But it was too late. She was gone. Poof! And here he was. By himself. Alone. With his hands in his pants. Still.
He should probably take them out now, huh?
Pairings/Characters: Topher/Claire Saunders
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sexual stuff
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Joss owns all.
Summary: Topher gets too caught up in his daydreams.
Notes: This was done for the Dollhouse Kink Meme. Request was "Topher has erotic dreams about Claire...Claire catches him in the act."
It came out of nowhere really. Her. Dr. Saunders. Here. In his control room. With that devious little look on her face. Well, she was certainly in a better mood than usual. He didn’t remember her looking at him like that since, well, ever.
“Topher,” she whispered.
Well, this was a strange turn of events.
“Dr. Saunders?” He questioned, his voice cautious as he cricketed his head to the side. Something was off, “How can I help you?”
“You mean, how can I help you?”
“Uh…you’re joking right?” He chuckled but then suddenly stopped when he realized something: Dr. Saunders didn’t joke.
“Topher, I know how you’ve always been looking at me.”
“What do you…” But he stopped. It might have been because of the smoldering looking she gave him. Or maybe it was the fact that she was already peeling her clothes off in front of him like a banana and his eyes could not help but follow each piece as they fell to the ground.
First the lab coat, then went the sweater and finally the skirt. He could feel his throat tightening. All that was left was skin and black lace.
Was he confused? Yes he was. Was he mesmerized? Oh definitely.
Logic didn’t even come to play in his mind. But at these times, who cares about logic.
But this wasn't Dr. Saunders, yet it clearly was Dr. Saunders. Almost naked in front of him.
A lump developed in his throat and his feet instinctively stepped backwards. Despite that, she moved forward toward him, until her hands were flat on his chest, pushing him roughly into the black chair behind him.
“Um, what are you doing? Doc, are you one something? Uh, someone might come in-“ Her lips were suddenly on his, sucking his bottom lip and grazing it with her teeth as her fingers tangled through his dirty blonde locks. Her tongue flicked against teeth before hungrily licking the outline of his mouth.
“Let them.”
Ooh, she was a bad girl wasn’t she?
“Doc…”
“Shush,” she whispered, her breath tickling the skin of his face as she started to unzip him, freeing him from the confines of his pants. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything.”
She always took care of everything for him like the whole situation with Victor’s man reaction. And then his own now.
A gasp escaped his lips and he shivered as her long slender fingers trailed up his thighs tickling his skin. The hair on his neck rose as his breathing slowed down in anticipation, hands gripping the arms of the chair. The tingling sensation rose up his groin and he could feel his idiot smile being plastered on his face.
Then he chuckled; he was a bit ticklish after all.
The excitement only began to rise to pleasure. He immediately shuddered as she wrapped her cold fingers around his length and immediately tease him. He could hear a moan slowly begin to escape his lips. Then suddenly, her fingers squeezed him tighter and tighter until his erection-his man reaction-was literally pulsating.
“You like that, don’t you Topher?”
Man, was this so much better than a marathon of Star Trek.
“Mmm, Claire,” he sighed, closing his and leaning his head back into the chair.
“Tell me you like it, Topher.” He really liked how his name just rolled of her tongue like that.
“Yeah. I do,” he sighed deeply, his eyes all dreamy, “Very...much."
“Topher!”
“Mm, Claire!”
“Topher!”
Suddenly, his eyes were open and reality hit and there was Dr. Saunders. Fully clothed. And fifteen feet away at the entrance. Staring.
And there were his hands. In his pants. With Dr. Saunders there. Still staring at him.
“Clair-I mean Dr. Saunders. I can explain-“
“I think it might be best if you don’t,” Her voice was calm and any awkwardness she felt, she hid it well. He saw her eye follow to where his hands were before looking back at his face, “I’ll leave you and yourhands alone. I can come get it later.”
“Wait-“
But it was too late. She was gone. Poof! And here he was. By himself. Alone. With his hands in his pants. Still.
He should probably take them out now, huh?