And Then You'll Start To Like It
Title: And Then You'll Start To Like It.
Fandom: Heroes.
Characters: Claire Bennet/Elle Bishop.
Rating: PG, for some rough kissing.
Word Count: 301.
Spoilers: None really.
Summary: “Shock me,” Claire whispers, just as they’re about to kiss.
“Shock me,” Claire whispers, just as they’re about to kiss.
Elle pauses briefly, and then presses her lips to the cheerleader’s. She does as she was asked, and Claire can nearly feel how giddy she is. The shock is weak, though, and when she pulls away she’s frowning.
Elle’s eyes open, the bubbly smile on her face faltering as she takes in Claire’s expression. Her eyebrows pull together and she nearly calks her head to the side. She stops herself, though, when she realizes just how child-like the expression would be.
She is, after all, the older one here.
“What?”
Claire slips her hand from Elle’s shoulder to the back of her head. “I said,” she tugs on Elle’s hair, watching her eyes widen as her head is wrenched backwards, “shock me.”
She hates the way the tears brim her eyes, but knowing that she caused Elle any sort of pain comforts her; maybe then she’ll return the favor.
She’s on her back in a matter of seconds, arms pinned up above her head.
“Okay, Cheerleader,” Elle says, her lips poised somewhere between a scowl and a smirk. “You asked for it.”
As they kiss again, mouths open and teeth biting, Elle gives Claire everything she’s got. She doesn’t keep it just between their lips but lets her entire body be engulfed by the electricity. She can feel Claire writhing beneath her and when she pulls away, her lips finally turned upwards, she raises an eyebrow.
“Better?” she asks, grinning as she runs her nails along the inside of Claire’s wrist.
She can feel the little buzz of electricity against her wrist, as if she had stuck a fork into an electrical outlet.
“It didn’t hurt,” Claire says before pushing Elle away, running frustrated fingers through her hair. “It never does.”
Fandom: Heroes.
Characters: Claire Bennet/Elle Bishop.
Rating: PG, for some rough kissing.
Word Count: 301.
Spoilers: None really.
Summary: “Shock me,” Claire whispers, just as they’re about to kiss.
“Shock me,” Claire whispers, just as they’re about to kiss.
Elle pauses briefly, and then presses her lips to the cheerleader’s. She does as she was asked, and Claire can nearly feel how giddy she is. The shock is weak, though, and when she pulls away she’s frowning.
Elle’s eyes open, the bubbly smile on her face faltering as she takes in Claire’s expression. Her eyebrows pull together and she nearly calks her head to the side. She stops herself, though, when she realizes just how child-like the expression would be.
She is, after all, the older one here.
“What?”
Claire slips her hand from Elle’s shoulder to the back of her head. “I said,” she tugs on Elle’s hair, watching her eyes widen as her head is wrenched backwards, “shock me.”
She hates the way the tears brim her eyes, but knowing that she caused Elle any sort of pain comforts her; maybe then she’ll return the favor.
She’s on her back in a matter of seconds, arms pinned up above her head.
“Okay, Cheerleader,” Elle says, her lips poised somewhere between a scowl and a smirk. “You asked for it.”
As they kiss again, mouths open and teeth biting, Elle gives Claire everything she’s got. She doesn’t keep it just between their lips but lets her entire body be engulfed by the electricity. She can feel Claire writhing beneath her and when she pulls away, her lips finally turned upwards, she raises an eyebrow.
“Better?” she asks, grinning as she runs her nails along the inside of Claire’s wrist.
She can feel the little buzz of electricity against her wrist, as if she had stuck a fork into an electrical outlet.
“It didn’t hurt,” Claire says before pushing Elle away, running frustrated fingers through her hair. “It never does.”