Fix me: Chapter Two (Claire/Elle)
Title: Fix Me
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Claire/Elle
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Summary: Bonding time
2.
Elle was happy. Well she thinks this is what happiness feels like, she has nothing to compare it to so she could only assume. It had been a week since that night in the park and Claire had stayed true to her word and made an effort to hate her less, and Elle thought that she had even begun to like her. The younger girl wouldn’t admit it of course, but she would let Elle paint her nails and earlier that night she had broken off half of her candy bar and handed it to Elle without a word. Elle guessed that they were already best friends, and it was nice.
Elle had never had someone hang around her willingly without an ulterior motive, without expecting something in return. But Claire did, and it made her smile…a lot. Noah and Sandra were happy because it made life around the house a lot easier without having to tip toe around the two girls, afraid to upset one of them.
She had overheard Noah telling Sandra that Claire had smiled more in the past week than she had in the past six months, and that was nice too. Elle like that she could make someone smile, rather than grimace or glare, and she liked that it was Claire.
As much as she hated Claire in the past for having everything she wanted, she couldn’t help but appreciate that the girl didn’t take it for granted as much as Elle had previously thought that she did. In fact she seemed to completely appreciate her family and their little place in the world, and this perfect little house on the perfect little street with the perfect little family suddenly weren’t as sickly sweet as she had previously judged them to be.
They still weren’t hers but she was happy that they had each other, and she would help Noah keep it that way, no matter what she had to do to keep them safe, to keep her best friend safe…her only friend.
It made her smile, as she looked at the younger girl lying on her bed reading from a text book with her legs swinging in the air. Claire looked up and caught her, a smile mirroring Elle’s appeared on her lips, “What?”. Elle jumped up on to the bed and lay down against Claire’s side nuzzling up to her, and sighed “I like having a friend, its nice.”
Elle felt Claire momentarily stiffen in reaction to her sudden movement and she internally chastised herself, she forgot that people had rules about where and when to touch, and these rules were annoyingly hard to decode, to understand, to follow.
She didn’t understand why she couldn’t touch Claire when she wanted to, human etiquette was bizarre. Elle’s mind was put at ease when Claire softened her rigid posture and looked down at her from her position leaning on her elbows above her, “Yeah, friends are nice”.
Elle nodded fervently and brushed a stray hair off of Claire’s face, seeing how much she could actually get away with touching her friend and when Claire didn’t stop her she smiled widely and then looked her in the eye and solemnly telling her, “You can’t leave me…ever. You promise”, Claire didn’t look away like she sometimes when she answered her, but if they hadn’t been so close she wouldn’t have heard it as it was barely above a whisper, “I promise” and Elle smiled and relaxed back in to her position next to the girl.
She liked this, she liked being this close and she traced her fingers down Claire’s arm softly, and without thinking she let off a few sparks as her finger glided across the surface. Claire’s head snapped as she looked down at her, and Elle smiled meekly, “Sorry it was an accident, old habits die hard”.
Claire furrowed her brows as she looked at her for a second longer before returning to her text book, and Elle sighed, she had promised to be a good girl, and she didn’t think Noah would appreciate that. Good thing best friends don’t tell on each other, she thought as she lay her head down and closed her eyes.
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Claire’s heart was beating fast, as she stared blankly, unseeingly at the page in front of her. Her heart was fluttering in her chest and her hands were shaking ever so slightly, she
had suppressed a gasp when it happened because she had felt it but it wasn’t pain.
It was like a prickling sensation and her skin burned in every place that Elle touched her, but she knew enough to know this wasn’t the type of sensation her body was equipped to protect her from.
She didn’t think it would have been appropriate for her to tell her that it was ok, that she liked it. Suppressing her mounting feelings for the older girl was difficult enough without adding to it, and she didn’t think she would want to stop if Elle started again. And they were friends, and it was great, as unlikely as it might seem.
The only downside was that it was easier to bury feelings when you were only stealing fleeting glances and minimum contact with someone. When they are innocently, unknowingly snuggling in to your side and moulding their body in to yours, it is slightly more complicated.
But she couldn’t tell Elle to stop, partly because she knew the older girl got embarrassed when she broke some unspoken social rule she had never been privy to, and partly because… well she didn’t want to. It was nice to have contact when you knew that it was all you were ever going to get, all you were ever going to be able to have from someone you so desperately want.
After a moment Elle yawned sleepily, and began moving away. She brushed her lips across Claire’s face softly, “Sweet dreams pom-pom”. And Claire could only nod, not trusting her voice to stay steady if she attempted to use it.
As soon as Elle left the room, Claire flopped back on to her bed and brushed her lips ever so softly with her fingers, smiling softly. Sighing she shook her head, if only Elle realised how she was indulging her little crush, maybe she would stop….but maybe that would be more unbearable then this.
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Claire/Elle
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Summary: Bonding time
2.
Elle was happy. Well she thinks this is what happiness feels like, she has nothing to compare it to so she could only assume. It had been a week since that night in the park and Claire had stayed true to her word and made an effort to hate her less, and Elle thought that she had even begun to like her. The younger girl wouldn’t admit it of course, but she would let Elle paint her nails and earlier that night she had broken off half of her candy bar and handed it to Elle without a word. Elle guessed that they were already best friends, and it was nice.
Elle had never had someone hang around her willingly without an ulterior motive, without expecting something in return. But Claire did, and it made her smile…a lot. Noah and Sandra were happy because it made life around the house a lot easier without having to tip toe around the two girls, afraid to upset one of them.
She had overheard Noah telling Sandra that Claire had smiled more in the past week than she had in the past six months, and that was nice too. Elle like that she could make someone smile, rather than grimace or glare, and she liked that it was Claire.
As much as she hated Claire in the past for having everything she wanted, she couldn’t help but appreciate that the girl didn’t take it for granted as much as Elle had previously thought that she did. In fact she seemed to completely appreciate her family and their little place in the world, and this perfect little house on the perfect little street with the perfect little family suddenly weren’t as sickly sweet as she had previously judged them to be.
They still weren’t hers but she was happy that they had each other, and she would help Noah keep it that way, no matter what she had to do to keep them safe, to keep her best friend safe…her only friend.
It made her smile, as she looked at the younger girl lying on her bed reading from a text book with her legs swinging in the air. Claire looked up and caught her, a smile mirroring Elle’s appeared on her lips, “What?”. Elle jumped up on to the bed and lay down against Claire’s side nuzzling up to her, and sighed “I like having a friend, its nice.”
Elle felt Claire momentarily stiffen in reaction to her sudden movement and she internally chastised herself, she forgot that people had rules about where and when to touch, and these rules were annoyingly hard to decode, to understand, to follow.
She didn’t understand why she couldn’t touch Claire when she wanted to, human etiquette was bizarre. Elle’s mind was put at ease when Claire softened her rigid posture and looked down at her from her position leaning on her elbows above her, “Yeah, friends are nice”.
Elle nodded fervently and brushed a stray hair off of Claire’s face, seeing how much she could actually get away with touching her friend and when Claire didn’t stop her she smiled widely and then looked her in the eye and solemnly telling her, “You can’t leave me…ever. You promise”, Claire didn’t look away like she sometimes when she answered her, but if they hadn’t been so close she wouldn’t have heard it as it was barely above a whisper, “I promise” and Elle smiled and relaxed back in to her position next to the girl.
She liked this, she liked being this close and she traced her fingers down Claire’s arm softly, and without thinking she let off a few sparks as her finger glided across the surface. Claire’s head snapped as she looked down at her, and Elle smiled meekly, “Sorry it was an accident, old habits die hard”.
Claire furrowed her brows as she looked at her for a second longer before returning to her text book, and Elle sighed, she had promised to be a good girl, and she didn’t think Noah would appreciate that. Good thing best friends don’t tell on each other, she thought as she lay her head down and closed her eyes.
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Claire’s heart was beating fast, as she stared blankly, unseeingly at the page in front of her. Her heart was fluttering in her chest and her hands were shaking ever so slightly, she
had suppressed a gasp when it happened because she had felt it but it wasn’t pain.
It was like a prickling sensation and her skin burned in every place that Elle touched her, but she knew enough to know this wasn’t the type of sensation her body was equipped to protect her from.
She didn’t think it would have been appropriate for her to tell her that it was ok, that she liked it. Suppressing her mounting feelings for the older girl was difficult enough without adding to it, and she didn’t think she would want to stop if Elle started again. And they were friends, and it was great, as unlikely as it might seem.
The only downside was that it was easier to bury feelings when you were only stealing fleeting glances and minimum contact with someone. When they are innocently, unknowingly snuggling in to your side and moulding their body in to yours, it is slightly more complicated.
But she couldn’t tell Elle to stop, partly because she knew the older girl got embarrassed when she broke some unspoken social rule she had never been privy to, and partly because… well she didn’t want to. It was nice to have contact when you knew that it was all you were ever going to get, all you were ever going to be able to have from someone you so desperately want.
After a moment Elle yawned sleepily, and began moving away. She brushed her lips across Claire’s face softly, “Sweet dreams pom-pom”. And Claire could only nod, not trusting her voice to stay steady if she attempted to use it.
As soon as Elle left the room, Claire flopped back on to her bed and brushed her lips ever so softly with her fingers, smiling softly. Sighing she shook her head, if only Elle realised how she was indulging her little crush, maybe she would stop….but maybe that would be more unbearable then this.