Fanfiction: Come Back Tomorrow
Title:Come Back Tomorrow, Part 1/2 (currently)
Author: lenozzedifigaro
Characters: Sylar/Claire
Rating: NC-17
Category: Smut - written originally for the kink meme from the '09 holidays
Spoilers: sort of from s1-3, but it's AU
Summary: The original prompt was a non-special Claire meets unexperienced, non-special watchmaker Gabe and shows him the ways of the world and that is pretty much what happens. There are only two chapters as of right now because the response to this first one was so good that I had to write a second for y'all. It was up on ff.net for a while until the ratings monsters got me, so I'm posting it here and be warned, it is truly smutty! (But not really kinky.)
Disclaimer: I own no part of Heroes, all rights to the writers and NBC, etc and so forth and I make no money off this fic.
“Hello?” the girl said. “Uh…hellooo?” Gabriel sighed and wiped his palms on his slacks. Girls made him nervous. He didn’t want to talk to this one, especially, because she was short and bouncy and blond and she’d been tapping her bright pink polished fingernails on the counter top the last ten minutes, at least.
He hated it when they painted their nails that garish color. It only reminded him that he was not the sort of person that went with the color hot pink. Not him in his dowdy, bland, sweater vests that were as gray as his last name-
“Hey! How long are you going to keep ignoring me?”
Gabriel sighed again and snuck another glance at her. “I already asked you to wait a moment.”
“It’s been longer than a moment,” she pointed out and, bless her heart, she sounded more than a little snarky. Cheerleaders. Gabriel shrugged and turned back to the watch in his hands.
“You could just leave it and come back tomorrow.”
“You haven’t even looked at it yet,” Claire demanded. She was starting to get annoyed. Normally she tried- very, very hard- to be nice to everyone, but this guy was starting to get on her nerves big time. “How do you know you can fix it?” she challenged him and at that, Gabriel dropped the tools in his hands a second time.
He stood up, removed his loupe and turned to look at her. Well, not exactly look at her. More like stare at the counter she was leaning against. Except that was a bad idea too, because the counter was about the height of her boobs, since she was so short. He flushed and focused on a point just above her head. Had he really just thought the words boobs? Dear God. He wiped his hands on his slacks again.
Claire watched all these goings-on with unbelieving amusement. She smiled and raised a brow.
“Hey, you’re kinda cute. What are you doing working in a watch shop?”
Gabriel flushed a deeper shade of red and stared right at her…and tried to keep his eyes on her face. He hated the short, bouncy ones. With the long blond hair that tumbled so enticingly over their shoulders…
“I-” he coughed slightly, “like watches. And am good at repairing them.”
“Yeah, but you’ve got a look. You know? You’re so tall-”
“I imagine everyone seems tall when compared to yourself,” Gabriel retorted without thinking. His breath caught in his throat and he coughed again as a look of disbelief crossed the girl’s face. Then, to his surprise, she burst into bubbly laughter.
“You’re funny, too. Have you ever considered acting? Or modeling?”
“Is that supposed to be a joke?” Gabriel snapped, but the usual sting of his words was lost on that happy, happy soul and his voice came out much softer than he‘d intended.
Claire grinned. Gabriel wiped his hands again, then stepped forward. “Let me see it,” he said.
His fingers brushed hers as she handed the broken timepiece over he nearly dropped it.
“Wow. Your fingers are so long- does that make them especially good for repairing watches?”
Gabriel gave a start and flipped his loupe back over his spectacles. It wasn’t the first time he’d used his profession as a shield, but the girl just kept chattering away and staring at him as he inspected the watch.
“Do you think I could repair watches? I mean, my hands are tiny compared to yours. But maybe that would make me better at holding all those small parts. What do you think?”
She held her hands under his nose and smiled up at him winningly and he gave her a small, shy smile in return. Was it even possible…was she flirting with him? While he was busy staring at her again, dumbstruck, she slipped the watch out his hands.
“So, what’s the matter with it? Mr. Gray? Gabriel? Yoo-hoo!”
He cleared his throat yet again and gave her another small smile. “Ms. Bennett, was it-”
“Call me Claire. And I’ll call you Gabriel.” She smiled again and set the watch back on the counter.
“Ah- C- Claire. One of the cogs is worn. I can easily replace it right now, if you’ll just wait-”
“Oh, but-” Claire watched him scurry towards the back and disappear through a door. For a tall, handsome man, he was painfully shy. She bit her lip. If he fixed it now she wouldn’t have an excuse to come back tomorrow…and oh, she wanted an excuse. Not that she needed one, with hair and a smile like hers. She grinned and flipped her hair, then picked up the watch he’d left behind.
“Gabriel!” she called and slipped behind the counter, following him to the back.
Gabriel froze in his spot at the storage shelves as he heard her call his name. Was she actually coming back into the shop? He stumbled back from the doorway just as she appeared around it, that bright blond hair shining, and fell back against his repair table.
She smiled at him innocently- but he knew that gleam in her eyes. He’d seen it on her type of girl more than once. She was about to make a complete fool of him.
“You forgot the watch,” she said and started into the back room and towards him.
“I did?” he breathed and tried to scramble backwards some more, but was severely impeded by the table. “Oh, well, I was going to just fix it out there- bring the cog out to you- I mean-”
“Why do you have two repair tables?” she cooed up at him, coming closer.
“Uh- because…it’s a novelty and c- customers like to s- see- oh, shit, please stop moving!”
She stopped short of him and out her hands on her hips. “What’s the matter with you? Never had a beautiful girl come on to you at work?”
Gabriel shook his head, his mouth too dry for him to answer. She raised an eyebrow at him.
“I find that very hard to believe. You’re very handsome, you know. I bet loads of girls have found this whole intellectual-watchmaker thing a turn on.”
“Not as many as you might think,” he managed to say and Claire laughed softly as she leaned up against him, her chin propped on his chest. She was practically embracing him now and his heart was racing a mile a minute. This was highly inappropriate. What would his mother say if she could see him now?
“You did not seriously just say something about your mom,” Claire said and stepped back from him.
Gabriel didn’t know if what he felt was humiliation or relief at her sudden absence.
“I’m sorry,” he replied. “I just- I’m very uncomfortable with this-”
“Wait a minute,” Claire interrupted. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you? Is that what this is? Aw, Gabriel, I’m just flirting with you.”
“And crawling all over me,” Gabriel shot back, but he didn’t meet her eyes. God, was it even possible to blush more than he already was?
“Yeah, well, like I said, I think you’re really handsome. And cute. And funny…” Her hand began trailing up the front of his sweater vest and she suddenly grabbed a fistful of the material and jerked him down to her.
“And I haven’t had been laid in two years,” she murmured and her breath blew hot and sweet against his face.
After that, he couldn’t recall who had done what- he’d tried to back away again, despite his pants arguing with him- and she’d kissed him hard and passionately. At least, he thought it was passionately. Either way it looked like, unless he wanted to use force to get her off him, he was going to end up naked and having sex in the workroom of his father’s shop.
He really didn’t want to use force to get her off him…and then it didn’t matter because her tiny, hot hands were everywhere. Under his clothes, around his neck, on his face, on his back- God, when had she even taken his shirt off?
He pulled back from another of her searing kisses and took a deep gulp of air.
“Gabriel,” she murmured.
“Uh-huh?” he whined as she practically climbed up him to pepper kisses along his neck- were breasts always that soft? Hers were round and perfect and brushing their hard little nipples along his ribs as she struggled to ease the height difference.
“I can’t get the hooks on my skirt,” she moaned against his chest. “Do you think you could…”
“Ah- y- yes,” he sighed and reached back for his glasses. They still had the loupe attached, but he didn’t really care at this point. There was a girl- a real, live girl- willingly making out with him just then and if she needed him to undo her skirt for her, so be it. He knelt down and fumbled at the clasp for a minute only to hear Claire giggle and then find his vision obscured by the breasts he’d just been admiring.
He gazed up at her just as his fingers found the catch and the skirt pooled around her ankles. Her hair was tumbling over her shoulders and curling around her chest and at her inviting gaze, he reached a hand up to cup just one of those perfect breasts. She sighed. He rubbed his thumb across the nipple. She moaned.
Without thinking- and partly because she was pressing them into his face, he finally opened his mouth and laved his tongue across the other, squeezing the one in his hand gently as he did so. Claire let out another sigh and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, bending over him.
“Gabriel,” she whispered as he continued to tease her breasts, “touch me.”
“I am,” he said, pulling away.
She gave him an exasperated smile and pulled him to his feet. Then she stepped around him and hopped up onto the table. It was taller than a dining room table and while it didn’t even out their height difference, it helped some. She draped her arms about his shoulders again.
“I mean, touch me down here,” she said slowly, as if she was explaining it to a very small child. She pulled one of his hands forward, between her thighs until he was touching the small patch of hair. She was about to pull him in for another kiss when he went to remove his glasses. He felt sure he must look completely ridiculous.
“No,” she said, stopping him and bringing the other hand back to her breasts. “Keep them on. They’re kinda sexy.”
Gabriel felt like he might pass out, his heart was beating so hard and fast and it was getting harder to breath…but then she scooted forward on the table so she could kiss his neck again, forcing his fingers between her folds and he was certain he would die instead.
“What do you want me to do?” he mumbled against her hair and she sighed again.
“Just…touch me. Like this,” she said, taking his hand in hers and sliding his fingers between her folds, up and down. He could feel how wet she was and he knew his cheeks were burning.
“And…what else?” he managed to stammer, his voice even more soft than before. Claire looked up at him and gave him a solid kiss.
“Touch my clit,” she ordered against his lips, her hand still moving his around. “Put your fingers inside me.”
“Your clit?” he breathed and his fingers curled against her involuntarily at the thought. She moaned.
“Yes, right there- oh, God, Gabriel, don’t stop now. Please, keep going!”
He bent his fingers again, hitting that small nub of flesh and another shudder ran through her body. He dipped his fingers low into her again, drawing out more of that mysterious moisture and inadvertently lost his place at her clit. She wriggled her bottom around on the table until he hit it again and then he was very careful not to move his hand. The volume of her moans continued to rise and Gabriel fervently hoped that no one came into the shop. Claire’s hands suddenly gripped his shoulders hard and he faltered.
“Gabriel, now, now!”
“What?”
“Oh, for God’s sake- I want you to fuck me now,” she said, taking his face between her hands.
His mouth hung open and she kissed it again, squirming forward on the table more.
“But you just said you didn’t want me to stop-”
“Oh my God, Gabriel,” she muttered against his lips. “Just do it, please? Pretty please?”
“I don’t- shouldn’t you want a condom, or-”
“Birth control,” she moaned, tugging at him. Her lips fell away from his and traveled along his neck again. He stared down between them at himself, and while he noted with satisfaction that he definitely looked ready to perform, he felt less than ready.
“Gabriel!” she shrieked and he gave a start and looked back up at her. She had his face between her hands again and she looked utterly exasperated with him, despite her swollen lips and the sweat along her brow. “Now?” she said, raising her eyebrows and swinging her legs up around his hips.
“But-” he tried to stop it one last time, but she pushed on his butt with her feet and then he was sliding into her warm, wet depths. She pushed at him with her feet again, but he held himself steady against the table, straining against her.
“Just a minute, Claire, please,” he begged. “I don’t know if-”
“Oh, lord, just think of your mom or something,” she muttered and pushed at him again. “God, you’re huge-”
“What did you expect?” he groaned into her neck. “You’re a midget.”
“Oh, you really know how to sweet talk a girl,” she gasped out as she thrust his hips forward against hers with another well-placed kick. He lifted his head and stared at her again, realized he was still wearing the glasses, and unceremoniously yanked them off. What the hell was he doing, fucking a customer in the repair room of his shop- and it was his first time! Suddenly upset with himself at not only liking it, but finding the fact that it was his good-for-nothing father’s shop and his mother was just upstairs somehow titillating, he took her face between his hands and crushed his lips to hers in a bruising kiss.
“Mmm, that’s more like it,” she murmured when he pulled away. “Hey look, you’re practically screwing me all by yourself,” she moaned as his hips shot forward again. “Keep it up, Gabriel.”
He groaned and closed his eyes as he felt her fingers trail along his back. Her nails suddenly bit into his skin there and he let out a yelp- and to his shame, he felt the tightening that signaled he was done. He shuddered and drove himself into her four more times before he slowed and hid his face in her hair.
She laughed and he squeezed his eyes shut tightly.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. But her touch turned gentle even as she shoved him away.
“What are you apologizing for? I knew that might happen. It was your first time. Besides, it was still better than I expected.”
“It was?” he asked, biting his lip and reaching for his glasses as she handed them to him. She slid off the table and began pulling on clothes.
“It was. Wasn‘t it?” she replied and he repeated her assent, flushing as he searched for his own clothing.
“You were…you are amazing,” he said. “Beautiful.”
She blushed prettily and sashayed over to him, buttoning his shirt for him. His hands caught hers and he gazed at her shyly from behind his lenses. She grinned.
“Thanks. You’re not so bad on the eyes, yourself.” She straightened his vest for him. “So, about the watch. You think I should come back tomorrow?”
He nearly stumbled in his place at the change of pace, but blinked owlishly. “Uh, I could still fix it today, if you want, if you prefer, I mean-”
“Gabriel,” Claire said, reaching up and putting one finger on his lips. “I’m trying to make an excuse for me to come back again tomorrow, okay? I like you. You’re really cute and awkward in a hot, geeky way and I’d love to get to know you better. You do want me to come back, right? So I can…get to know you more?”
He nodded dumbly, suddenly understanding and she smiled and shook her head.
“So you think I should come back-”
“I’d like it very much if you came back tomorrow,” he murmured, moving her hand away from his lips. “In fact, I don’t think I can have the watch fixed in less than a week, at least.”
Then, surprising himself, he pressed a chaste kiss to her knuckles. Of course, he flushed about ten shades of pink while he was at it, but Claire didn’t seem to mind. She raised an eyebrow at him and giggled. He focused on her hand- those dainty fingers, those perfectly shaped nails… Funny how he’d always hated that bright color of polish, but it really looked quite divine against her golden skin.
“Great. Expect me, then. Oh, I‘ll show myself out. After all, I showed myself in.” She placed one last kiss at the corner of his mouth and walked towards the door. “And Gabriel,” she said, turning to face him.
“Y- yes?” he mumbled.
“Next time you’re going down. It’s rude to leave a lady unsatisfied.”
She bounced away before he could recover. He ran to the door. “Wait! What do you mean, going down? Claire?”
But she was already gone, only her perfume lingering in the air. He scratched his head and realized he was holding the watch she wanted repaired. Oh, good. She really was coming back, then. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, then turned back to his table, but his hands were shaky. There was no way he could work on repairs right now. Not while he still remembered what it felt like to be inside her…or how incompetent he‘d felt.
The computer for book keeping sat right nearby and he knew it was connected to the internet- he’d just signed the shop up for service last year. He had to do something to help the situation. There was no way he was going to let the first beautiful girl who’s ever given him a second glance, let alone a kiss, slip through his fingers because he didn’t know all the perverted things everyone else did. Besides, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to know…it was more like no one had bothered to tell him and by the time he cared, he was too busy earning a living to figure things out.
Steeling himself, he went over to the desk and sat down again, setting the watch aside. It was time for a little research. Pulling out the keyboard, he began typing into a search engine.
“G-o-i-n-g-d-o-w-n…”
Author: lenozzedifigaro
Characters: Sylar/Claire
Rating: NC-17
Category: Smut - written originally for the kink meme from the '09 holidays
Spoilers: sort of from s1-3, but it's AU
Summary: The original prompt was a non-special Claire meets unexperienced, non-special watchmaker Gabe and shows him the ways of the world and that is pretty much what happens. There are only two chapters as of right now because the response to this first one was so good that I had to write a second for y'all. It was up on ff.net for a while until the ratings monsters got me, so I'm posting it here and be warned, it is truly smutty! (But not really kinky.)
Disclaimer: I own no part of Heroes, all rights to the writers and NBC, etc and so forth and I make no money off this fic.
“Hello?” the girl said. “Uh…hellooo?” Gabriel sighed and wiped his palms on his slacks. Girls made him nervous. He didn’t want to talk to this one, especially, because she was short and bouncy and blond and she’d been tapping her bright pink polished fingernails on the counter top the last ten minutes, at least.
He hated it when they painted their nails that garish color. It only reminded him that he was not the sort of person that went with the color hot pink. Not him in his dowdy, bland, sweater vests that were as gray as his last name-
“Hey! How long are you going to keep ignoring me?”
Gabriel sighed again and snuck another glance at her. “I already asked you to wait a moment.”
“It’s been longer than a moment,” she pointed out and, bless her heart, she sounded more than a little snarky. Cheerleaders. Gabriel shrugged and turned back to the watch in his hands.
“You could just leave it and come back tomorrow.”
“You haven’t even looked at it yet,” Claire demanded. She was starting to get annoyed. Normally she tried- very, very hard- to be nice to everyone, but this guy was starting to get on her nerves big time. “How do you know you can fix it?” she challenged him and at that, Gabriel dropped the tools in his hands a second time.
He stood up, removed his loupe and turned to look at her. Well, not exactly look at her. More like stare at the counter she was leaning against. Except that was a bad idea too, because the counter was about the height of her boobs, since she was so short. He flushed and focused on a point just above her head. Had he really just thought the words boobs? Dear God. He wiped his hands on his slacks again.
Claire watched all these goings-on with unbelieving amusement. She smiled and raised a brow.
“Hey, you’re kinda cute. What are you doing working in a watch shop?”
Gabriel flushed a deeper shade of red and stared right at her…and tried to keep his eyes on her face. He hated the short, bouncy ones. With the long blond hair that tumbled so enticingly over their shoulders…
“I-” he coughed slightly, “like watches. And am good at repairing them.”
“Yeah, but you’ve got a look. You know? You’re so tall-”
“I imagine everyone seems tall when compared to yourself,” Gabriel retorted without thinking. His breath caught in his throat and he coughed again as a look of disbelief crossed the girl’s face. Then, to his surprise, she burst into bubbly laughter.
“You’re funny, too. Have you ever considered acting? Or modeling?”
“Is that supposed to be a joke?” Gabriel snapped, but the usual sting of his words was lost on that happy, happy soul and his voice came out much softer than he‘d intended.
Claire grinned. Gabriel wiped his hands again, then stepped forward. “Let me see it,” he said.
His fingers brushed hers as she handed the broken timepiece over he nearly dropped it.
“Wow. Your fingers are so long- does that make them especially good for repairing watches?”
Gabriel gave a start and flipped his loupe back over his spectacles. It wasn’t the first time he’d used his profession as a shield, but the girl just kept chattering away and staring at him as he inspected the watch.
“Do you think I could repair watches? I mean, my hands are tiny compared to yours. But maybe that would make me better at holding all those small parts. What do you think?”
She held her hands under his nose and smiled up at him winningly and he gave her a small, shy smile in return. Was it even possible…was she flirting with him? While he was busy staring at her again, dumbstruck, she slipped the watch out his hands.
“So, what’s the matter with it? Mr. Gray? Gabriel? Yoo-hoo!”
He cleared his throat yet again and gave her another small smile. “Ms. Bennett, was it-”
“Call me Claire. And I’ll call you Gabriel.” She smiled again and set the watch back on the counter.
“Ah- C- Claire. One of the cogs is worn. I can easily replace it right now, if you’ll just wait-”
“Oh, but-” Claire watched him scurry towards the back and disappear through a door. For a tall, handsome man, he was painfully shy. She bit her lip. If he fixed it now she wouldn’t have an excuse to come back tomorrow…and oh, she wanted an excuse. Not that she needed one, with hair and a smile like hers. She grinned and flipped her hair, then picked up the watch he’d left behind.
“Gabriel!” she called and slipped behind the counter, following him to the back.
Gabriel froze in his spot at the storage shelves as he heard her call his name. Was she actually coming back into the shop? He stumbled back from the doorway just as she appeared around it, that bright blond hair shining, and fell back against his repair table.
She smiled at him innocently- but he knew that gleam in her eyes. He’d seen it on her type of girl more than once. She was about to make a complete fool of him.
“You forgot the watch,” she said and started into the back room and towards him.
“I did?” he breathed and tried to scramble backwards some more, but was severely impeded by the table. “Oh, well, I was going to just fix it out there- bring the cog out to you- I mean-”
“Why do you have two repair tables?” she cooed up at him, coming closer.
“Uh- because…it’s a novelty and c- customers like to s- see- oh, shit, please stop moving!”
She stopped short of him and out her hands on her hips. “What’s the matter with you? Never had a beautiful girl come on to you at work?”
Gabriel shook his head, his mouth too dry for him to answer. She raised an eyebrow at him.
“I find that very hard to believe. You’re very handsome, you know. I bet loads of girls have found this whole intellectual-watchmaker thing a turn on.”
“Not as many as you might think,” he managed to say and Claire laughed softly as she leaned up against him, her chin propped on his chest. She was practically embracing him now and his heart was racing a mile a minute. This was highly inappropriate. What would his mother say if she could see him now?
“You did not seriously just say something about your mom,” Claire said and stepped back from him.
Gabriel didn’t know if what he felt was humiliation or relief at her sudden absence.
“I’m sorry,” he replied. “I just- I’m very uncomfortable with this-”
“Wait a minute,” Claire interrupted. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you? Is that what this is? Aw, Gabriel, I’m just flirting with you.”
“And crawling all over me,” Gabriel shot back, but he didn’t meet her eyes. God, was it even possible to blush more than he already was?
“Yeah, well, like I said, I think you’re really handsome. And cute. And funny…” Her hand began trailing up the front of his sweater vest and she suddenly grabbed a fistful of the material and jerked him down to her.
“And I haven’t had been laid in two years,” she murmured and her breath blew hot and sweet against his face.
After that, he couldn’t recall who had done what- he’d tried to back away again, despite his pants arguing with him- and she’d kissed him hard and passionately. At least, he thought it was passionately. Either way it looked like, unless he wanted to use force to get her off him, he was going to end up naked and having sex in the workroom of his father’s shop.
He really didn’t want to use force to get her off him…and then it didn’t matter because her tiny, hot hands were everywhere. Under his clothes, around his neck, on his face, on his back- God, when had she even taken his shirt off?
He pulled back from another of her searing kisses and took a deep gulp of air.
“Gabriel,” she murmured.
“Uh-huh?” he whined as she practically climbed up him to pepper kisses along his neck- were breasts always that soft? Hers were round and perfect and brushing their hard little nipples along his ribs as she struggled to ease the height difference.
“I can’t get the hooks on my skirt,” she moaned against his chest. “Do you think you could…”
“Ah- y- yes,” he sighed and reached back for his glasses. They still had the loupe attached, but he didn’t really care at this point. There was a girl- a real, live girl- willingly making out with him just then and if she needed him to undo her skirt for her, so be it. He knelt down and fumbled at the clasp for a minute only to hear Claire giggle and then find his vision obscured by the breasts he’d just been admiring.
He gazed up at her just as his fingers found the catch and the skirt pooled around her ankles. Her hair was tumbling over her shoulders and curling around her chest and at her inviting gaze, he reached a hand up to cup just one of those perfect breasts. She sighed. He rubbed his thumb across the nipple. She moaned.
Without thinking- and partly because she was pressing them into his face, he finally opened his mouth and laved his tongue across the other, squeezing the one in his hand gently as he did so. Claire let out another sigh and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, bending over him.
“Gabriel,” she whispered as he continued to tease her breasts, “touch me.”
“I am,” he said, pulling away.
She gave him an exasperated smile and pulled him to his feet. Then she stepped around him and hopped up onto the table. It was taller than a dining room table and while it didn’t even out their height difference, it helped some. She draped her arms about his shoulders again.
“I mean, touch me down here,” she said slowly, as if she was explaining it to a very small child. She pulled one of his hands forward, between her thighs until he was touching the small patch of hair. She was about to pull him in for another kiss when he went to remove his glasses. He felt sure he must look completely ridiculous.
“No,” she said, stopping him and bringing the other hand back to her breasts. “Keep them on. They’re kinda sexy.”
Gabriel felt like he might pass out, his heart was beating so hard and fast and it was getting harder to breath…but then she scooted forward on the table so she could kiss his neck again, forcing his fingers between her folds and he was certain he would die instead.
“What do you want me to do?” he mumbled against her hair and she sighed again.
“Just…touch me. Like this,” she said, taking his hand in hers and sliding his fingers between her folds, up and down. He could feel how wet she was and he knew his cheeks were burning.
“And…what else?” he managed to stammer, his voice even more soft than before. Claire looked up at him and gave him a solid kiss.
“Touch my clit,” she ordered against his lips, her hand still moving his around. “Put your fingers inside me.”
“Your clit?” he breathed and his fingers curled against her involuntarily at the thought. She moaned.
“Yes, right there- oh, God, Gabriel, don’t stop now. Please, keep going!”
He bent his fingers again, hitting that small nub of flesh and another shudder ran through her body. He dipped his fingers low into her again, drawing out more of that mysterious moisture and inadvertently lost his place at her clit. She wriggled her bottom around on the table until he hit it again and then he was very careful not to move his hand. The volume of her moans continued to rise and Gabriel fervently hoped that no one came into the shop. Claire’s hands suddenly gripped his shoulders hard and he faltered.
“Gabriel, now, now!”
“What?”
“Oh, for God’s sake- I want you to fuck me now,” she said, taking his face between her hands.
His mouth hung open and she kissed it again, squirming forward on the table more.
“But you just said you didn’t want me to stop-”
“Oh my God, Gabriel,” she muttered against his lips. “Just do it, please? Pretty please?”
“I don’t- shouldn’t you want a condom, or-”
“Birth control,” she moaned, tugging at him. Her lips fell away from his and traveled along his neck again. He stared down between them at himself, and while he noted with satisfaction that he definitely looked ready to perform, he felt less than ready.
“Gabriel!” she shrieked and he gave a start and looked back up at her. She had his face between her hands again and she looked utterly exasperated with him, despite her swollen lips and the sweat along her brow. “Now?” she said, raising her eyebrows and swinging her legs up around his hips.
“But-” he tried to stop it one last time, but she pushed on his butt with her feet and then he was sliding into her warm, wet depths. She pushed at him with her feet again, but he held himself steady against the table, straining against her.
“Just a minute, Claire, please,” he begged. “I don’t know if-”
“Oh, lord, just think of your mom or something,” she muttered and pushed at him again. “God, you’re huge-”
“What did you expect?” he groaned into her neck. “You’re a midget.”
“Oh, you really know how to sweet talk a girl,” she gasped out as she thrust his hips forward against hers with another well-placed kick. He lifted his head and stared at her again, realized he was still wearing the glasses, and unceremoniously yanked them off. What the hell was he doing, fucking a customer in the repair room of his shop- and it was his first time! Suddenly upset with himself at not only liking it, but finding the fact that it was his good-for-nothing father’s shop and his mother was just upstairs somehow titillating, he took her face between his hands and crushed his lips to hers in a bruising kiss.
“Mmm, that’s more like it,” she murmured when he pulled away. “Hey look, you’re practically screwing me all by yourself,” she moaned as his hips shot forward again. “Keep it up, Gabriel.”
He groaned and closed his eyes as he felt her fingers trail along his back. Her nails suddenly bit into his skin there and he let out a yelp- and to his shame, he felt the tightening that signaled he was done. He shuddered and drove himself into her four more times before he slowed and hid his face in her hair.
She laughed and he squeezed his eyes shut tightly.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. But her touch turned gentle even as she shoved him away.
“What are you apologizing for? I knew that might happen. It was your first time. Besides, it was still better than I expected.”
“It was?” he asked, biting his lip and reaching for his glasses as she handed them to him. She slid off the table and began pulling on clothes.
“It was. Wasn‘t it?” she replied and he repeated her assent, flushing as he searched for his own clothing.
“You were…you are amazing,” he said. “Beautiful.”
She blushed prettily and sashayed over to him, buttoning his shirt for him. His hands caught hers and he gazed at her shyly from behind his lenses. She grinned.
“Thanks. You’re not so bad on the eyes, yourself.” She straightened his vest for him. “So, about the watch. You think I should come back tomorrow?”
He nearly stumbled in his place at the change of pace, but blinked owlishly. “Uh, I could still fix it today, if you want, if you prefer, I mean-”
“Gabriel,” Claire said, reaching up and putting one finger on his lips. “I’m trying to make an excuse for me to come back again tomorrow, okay? I like you. You’re really cute and awkward in a hot, geeky way and I’d love to get to know you better. You do want me to come back, right? So I can…get to know you more?”
He nodded dumbly, suddenly understanding and she smiled and shook her head.
“So you think I should come back-”
“I’d like it very much if you came back tomorrow,” he murmured, moving her hand away from his lips. “In fact, I don’t think I can have the watch fixed in less than a week, at least.”
Then, surprising himself, he pressed a chaste kiss to her knuckles. Of course, he flushed about ten shades of pink while he was at it, but Claire didn’t seem to mind. She raised an eyebrow at him and giggled. He focused on her hand- those dainty fingers, those perfectly shaped nails… Funny how he’d always hated that bright color of polish, but it really looked quite divine against her golden skin.
“Great. Expect me, then. Oh, I‘ll show myself out. After all, I showed myself in.” She placed one last kiss at the corner of his mouth and walked towards the door. “And Gabriel,” she said, turning to face him.
“Y- yes?” he mumbled.
“Next time you’re going down. It’s rude to leave a lady unsatisfied.”
She bounced away before he could recover. He ran to the door. “Wait! What do you mean, going down? Claire?”
But she was already gone, only her perfume lingering in the air. He scratched his head and realized he was holding the watch she wanted repaired. Oh, good. She really was coming back, then. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, then turned back to his table, but his hands were shaky. There was no way he could work on repairs right now. Not while he still remembered what it felt like to be inside her…or how incompetent he‘d felt.
The computer for book keeping sat right nearby and he knew it was connected to the internet- he’d just signed the shop up for service last year. He had to do something to help the situation. There was no way he was going to let the first beautiful girl who’s ever given him a second glance, let alone a kiss, slip through his fingers because he didn’t know all the perverted things everyone else did. Besides, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to know…it was more like no one had bothered to tell him and by the time he cared, he was too busy earning a living to figure things out.
Steeling himself, he went over to the desk and sat down again, setting the watch aside. It was time for a little research. Pulling out the keyboard, he began typing into a search engine.
“G-o-i-n-g-d-o-w-n…”