Fanfiction: Come Back Tomorrow, Part 2
Title:Come Back Tomorrow, Part 2/2 (currently)
Author: lenozzedifigaro
Characters: Sylar/Claire, minor Angela, Nathan and Sylar's mummy
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 second chapter, still based on the original prompt: non-special Claire meets unexperienced, non-special watchmaker Gabe and shows him the ways of the world and that is pretty much what continues to happen. There are only two chapters as of right now because the response to the 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 and liberally employs foul language! (But it's 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.
“Claire?” Angela called as her granddaughter walked in the front door. She rounded the corner and looked at the petite young woman. “You’re home late. Were you staying after at school?”
“No, Grandmother,” Claire replied with a tight-lipped smile. “Just went out to do some shopping. I’m going upstairs to get started on that paper for English.”
“How is the college squad going?”
“Fine,” Claire called over her shoulder as she started up the stairs.
Angela watched her go with a curious expression on her face. She turned to look at Nathan, who was standing in his study with his phone glued to his ear.
“Nathan, you really should speak to that girl more. I’m worried about her. Her tastes in activities are veering in an unsavory direction.”
“She’s a college student, Ma,” Nathan replied, waving a hand at her and covering the mouthpiece of the phone. “Let her have some fun.”
Angela looked from him back up the stairs. A door closed somewhere overhead. She narrowed her eyes, but Claire stayed in her room the rest of the night as promised, appearing only for dinner. The lights in her room were out at a decent hour and the house quickly fell silent. Only a strange dream Angela had was any indication that her granddaughter was doing more than ’having fun’ for a girl her age. And at a quiet two in the morning, Angela was inclined to brush the dream away as a crumb of cheese.
“Gabriel? Did you stay up all night again? Oh, my poor boy. You need your sleep, Gabriel,” his mother cooed in his ear and Gabriel jerked awake, sending the books on his desk crashing to the floor. He stared down at them in horrified embarrassment and scrambled to pick them up.
He didn’t need his mother seeing the volumes he’d checked out from the local library. The looks the librarian had given him had been bad enough. But how else was he supposed to learn all about the strange and wonderful workings of the female body? The volumes on sex, pregnancy and anatomy he’d checked out were hardly the “Cunnilingus for Dummies” he’d been hoping to find, but anything that wasn’t in the books could easily be remedied in internet searches…once he’d figured out which keywords to use. “Going down” for instance, was not a suitable substitute for “oral sex.” Nor were the soft core porn sites that had popped up and filled his room with low moaning appropriate learning tools. He wasn’t even sure Claire could get into some of those positions, to begin with. Or that she’d want to. Or that he’d want to.
Refusing to meet his mother’s eye as he stacked the books and shoved them under the desk, he made up excuses quickly.
“I was just studying, Mother.”
“Well, at least they aren’t those awful watch manuals…but they’re not the law books we got you last year, either. Have you changed your mind? I thought we agreed you were going into politics, Gabriel. Not medicine.” She wrinkled her nose and he finally dared to meet her eyes. He must have looked terrified, because her expression softened.
“Of course, you could be a wonderful surgeon, Gabriel, I’m sure, if you wanted to. It’s just that I didn’t think you were interested…but if that’s what you want,” she hastily backtracked as his expression darkened. “I made some breakfast, dear, if you’re hungry.”
“Not right now, thank you, Mother,” Gabriel replied. “I have to get back into the shop. I…left some books there.”
She looked puzzled, but nodded. “Don’t stay too late, dear.”
Gabriel rather thought he’d stay as long as he damned well pleased.
He was just failing to tighten up the workings of a watch he could normally fix in his sleep for the third time when the bell over the front of the shop rang.
“Be with you in a moment,” he called and then swore as one of the tiny screw drivers bit into his finger.
“Are you alright?” came an already familiar voice and he tensed as she moved around the counter and drew up close behind him. “Let me see,” Claire murmured and took his large hand in her small ones. She eyed the finger where a small red mark had appeared. No blood, thankfully. He was already embarrassed enough. He tried to tug his hand away, but she smiled at him and shook her head.
“Ah, ah. Let me kiss it and make it better,” she said. Gabriel didn’t think that was a good idea, actually, but he found himself suddenly incapable of speech as she lifted his finger to her lips and bestowed a single, gentle, chaste kiss upon the spot. He was about to thank her when her lips descended again and this time lingered…and then opened. He was frozen in his seat as he watched his finger disappear between her full, pink lips and he felt himself grow hard instantly. If she swirled her tongue about his finger much more in that sensual way, in fact, he was certain he would come in his pants.
He’d masturbated three times last night, in the hopes of making sure he didn’t perform as poorly as he had the last time they’d been together, just the day before. So to think of coming now, after a simple kiss to his finger…he flushed and yanked his hand away. His finger left her mouth with a slight pop and she giggled and leaned into him for a kiss on the lips. He pulled away.
“Not here, Claire, please,” he stammered.
Claire’s face changed, grew predatory, speculative. She raised a brow at him and straddled him in his seat. He could feel his erection straining against his pants, and knew she could as well, especially when she purposefully ground down on it. He thought he may have whimpered, but wasn’t sure. All the blood was rushing from his head to his crotch and his heart was pounding so hard he couldn’t hear a damn thing. She was whispering something at him, he knew, but all he could see were her pink, plump lips…he leaned forward and caught one between his teeth and she gasped in surprise as his tongue snaked across it and he sucked gently on it. She laughed and pulled away, but stayed in position on his lap.
“That wasn’t half bad, Gabriel,” Claire murmured, then met his lips again, mimicking his actions. His hands moved to her waist and then her back, pulling her closer. When she scooted forward on his lap, she lifted herself to accommodate the tent in his pants. Her action put his hands right on her ass and he instinctively cupped her firm, round bottom, his fingers smoothing down to the backs of her thighs and back up. His fingertips dipped tentatively into that sensual valley as her dress rode up with his hands. She sighed and rubbed herself down against his pants.
“So, what,” she sighed again as his hands kept up their gentle explorations, “have you been studying since yesterday or something? Gabriel?”
“Hmm?” he managed to respond as he tasted her lips again. Was that some kind of flavored gloss? It tasted like vanilla- like the way she smelled. Intoxicating. She murmured something again and her fingers played at the back of his neck.
Her voice barely registered with him, he was so intent on the feel of everything- of her, of his damned pants, of her smell, her hair… She rubbed down against him again and as her tongue slipped into his mouth for the sixth time, he came hard against her. His hips bucked against her of their own volition and he gave a strangled cry against her lips; but she held his head tightly in her hands, kept her lips pressed to his, swallowing his moans and embarrassment.
She only pulled away when his hands went limp against her back and he sagged down in the chair. There was a small smile on her face that vanished the minute she saw his expression.
“Gabriel, are you crying?”
He shook his head and buried it against her shoulder, his arms tightening around her once again.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured against her skin. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
“Aw, poor baby,” Claire cooed and brought his head up, his face cradled on either side by her hands. “I’ll let you make it up to me.”
“Why?” he breathed, even as she leaned forward and kissed his cheeks, kissed away his tears. He knew his face must be flaming red from shame, but she ignored all that and kept up her gentle ministrations.
“Because I like you,” she said in between kisses. “Because I think you’re kinda sexy. Because I’ve dated boys who were hot in bed but total jerks everywhere else. Because,” she said, leaning back and rubbing her thumb across his cheek, smiling at him softly, “I think you’re special.”
His head jerked up and he stared at her, wide eyed. His hands covered hers.
“Claire…” he breathed. She looked like she was about to respond when the bell over the door jingled again. Claire jumped off his lap, smiled at him as she straightened her blouse, and then turned around. She waved a hand at him behind her back as she moved up to the counter, giving Gabriel time to escape to the back room and hide the shameful stain that was slowly spreading along the front of his pants.
“Can I help you?” he heard her perky voice ask. The customer gave a grunting assent. Gabriel hoped she wouldn’t drive the customer away, but within five minutes the conversation ended and the bell jingled again, signaling the man’s exit.
“Gabriel?” Claire called as she made her way to the backroom. Gabriel hurriedly grabbed a nearby paper towel and began rubbing at the front of his pants. He turned his back on the door just as Claire reached it and she stood there, leaning on the doorframe and watching him. She smiled.
“Gabriel, what are you doing?”
“I’m, uh- trying to…clean up,” he finished lamely, glancing over his shoulder at her. One of her eyebrows was arched and she was smirking at him. He flushed and bent over his pants again. Claire walked forward and slid a hand along his back.
“Gabriel,” she said. “You don’t have to do that.”
“Not since you got rid of the customer,” he groused and she laughed.
“I didn’t get rid of him,” she replied. “I took his information and made an appointment for him tomorrow. For the morning, when I’m not here, trying to get in your pants. Now stop doing that.”
Gabriel stopped and held up his hands, eyeing both the paper towel and the spot on his pants with distaste. He felt completely useless. Claire walked around to him and took his wrists, removing the paper towel, throwing it away.
“Close the door, Gabriel,” she said, eyeing him from beneath the heavy fringe of lashes. He swallowed hard and turned to close the work room door.
“Now lock it.”
He did and his hands lingered on the lock. He turned his head slightly.
“Claire, I…maybe this isn’t such a good idea,” he said softly.
“This,” she replied as she moved behind him and ran her hands around his waist, “is a great idea. Turn around, Gabriel.”
Gabriel felt close to tears, but his heart was racing. He really liked Claire. He did. He couldn’t explain it- he’d only known her one day and she’d broken all his defenses with something as simple as a kiss. He wondered if it was just the physical aspect that made her so attractive, but he knew that wasn’t really it. As he turned around in her arms, his back now at the door, he felt his cheeks flush again. His breath came shorter. What new torture would she spring on him today? What new delight? He wanted to worship her body the way he thought she deserved, but all he could give her were clumsy kisses and fifteen seconds of bliss.
“I’m terrible at this,” he murmured, trying to push on her arms. She grasped him tighter and propped her chin on his chest, like she had the previous day. She smiled up at him softly.
“No you’re not,” she replied. “Just…new to it. You’ll learn.”
He latched onto the word like it was a lifeline.
“I am trying,” he said hastily as he gave into her embrace. There was nothing sexual about it now. Just a gentle hug- calm, caring. He felt his heart rate begin to slow as she rubbed his back tenderly. She continued to stare up at him adoringly. “I- I checked out some books,” he admitted.
The laugh he was expecting didn’t come. Instead, her expression remained interested. Understanding.
“Aw, Gabriel,” she said, “that’s so sweet.” Her voice dropped. “Would you like to show me what you learned?”
“Well, I-” he began, unsure of what to say. “I don’t really know…how to apply it,” he finished softly.
“Come on,” she responded. “I’ll help. Show me.”
“Wh- where do I start?” he asked and she smiled again.
“Why don’t you try kissing me? You were doing really well earlier.”
He looked down into her face- at those brilliant eyes and bright cheeks. He thought he loved her smile, but he probably shouldn’t say anything like that yet. So instead, to keep him from talking anymore, he bent his head and did as she asked. She didn’t move, didn’t help him at all. Just stood there, waiting for him to surprise her…to make her feel. His lips met hers, just brushing them softly and the electricity of the brief contact raced through his veins. He pulled back and looked at her- her eyes were closed in expectation, that slight smile still on her lips. He leaned over and kissed her again, this time catching her lips with his, covering them slightly, claiming them. The sensation was incredible. Soft, supple…that flavor was there again and he ran his tongue along her lips lightly. They parted slightly at his touch and he drew back again.
This time, at the loss of contact, she sighed and leaned against him further.
“You’re doing…really well, Gabriel,” she murmured, eyes still closed. He smiled slightly and, emboldened by her praise, he kissed her again. This time, when her lips parted, he didn’t pull away. Instead, he slid his tongue past her lips, feeling dangerous and sexy as he did it. When his tongue met hers it was like he’d awoken it and she was suddenly kissing him back, begging for more. He pulled away with some effort and brought his hands to cup her face.
“You’re…you are incredible, Claire,” he breathed.
“Is that all you’ve got?” she asked, opening her eyes to look at him. They were even more green than before and he felt like he was falling into them. The feel of her small, supple body against his, the knowledge that she wanted him, thought he was special…it was intoxicating. So very different from anything he’d ever experienced. There was a part of him that still couldn’t believe this was happening. That the last twenty four hours had been some kind of cosmic joke or dream and he would wake up any minute…
“Hey,” she said, putting her hands over his. “Gabriel, where are you? I’m right here, baby.”
He blinked and placed another soft, chaste kiss on her open mouth. She smiled languidly up at him.
“You think way too much,” she whispered. “I’m gonna have to do something about that.”
“I wish you would,” he exhaled and felt her press herself against him.
“Mmm, really? You’re getting bold, Gabriel. Careful or you might actually act like you want this,” she said wryly, still smiling.
“I do want it,” he replied seriously. “Very much. Help me, Claire. Help me give you what you want.”
Her eyes shone and her pupils dilated suddenly as her breath came faster. “If that’s what you want,” she murmured and he nodded and leaned forward to kiss her again. She stepped away from him and took his hands in hers, pulling him away from the door, leading him over to the chair. She pushed him down into the seat and he looked up at her in confusion.
“Claire?” He’d thought she wanted him to…at least, that’s what she’d said last time.
“Got a question, lover?” She tilted her head and put her hands on her hips. His mouth went dry at her words. Well, the word. Lover. Was that really what she thought of him?
“I thought you wanted…”
“Oh, I always want that,” she responded, smiling cheekily. She sank to her knees, running her hands down his chest and legs as she did so. “But I want something else first.”
“But you won’t…you won’t…” Come, he wanted to finish saying, but he suddenly couldn’t speak as her small hands worked the button and zipper on his pants.
“Oh, Gabriel,” she murmured, “but I will. Trust me.”
She smiled up at him with that predatory stare again and tugged on his pants. He lifted his hips automatically as he realized what she wanted and she leaned forward slowly to press a kiss to his inner thigh. He shuddered.
As she pulled his pants down, tugging off his shoes as well, she continued to keep eye contact. She licked her lips. His breath caught in his throat.
“Claire…”
“Shut up and start in on those buttons,” she directed him, nodding to his shirt. She continued to press little kisses to his legs and he shivered again, but helplessly did as she told him. He leaned his head back and stared determinedly at the ceiling. He was so embarrassed…and turned on. He could feel Claire’s hands slowly creeping up his thighs, pushing his shirt tails out of the way, tugging lightly on his hair. And then it suddenly didn’t matter that he’d come in his pants five minutes ago, because he could feel something warm and wet on him. He looked down to see she was laying open mouthed kisses along his legs…and then on his very member. It twitched at the sensations and she smiled at it like it was dessert. He shuddered again and she looked up at him to find him watching.
Carefully, her eyes glued to his, she wrapped one hand around him and lifted him. He was growing hard already and he swallowed as his eyes raced between what her hand was doing and what her mouth was doing. Her tongue darted out and licked the head a few times and he met her eyes again.
“C- Claire!”
She didn’t respond, just continued to lick him- this time more slowly. And then he watched as she opened her mouth wide and his dick disappeared between her full, pink lips. He definitely whimpered that time.
She released him with a pop and frowned up at him.
“Gabriel, baby, you’ve got to relax.”
“B- but I- you should-”
“Shut up.” He did and she smiled again. “Gabriel, I don’t think you realize something.” His dick disappeared again for a long moment and he grit his teeth. When she released him again she was grinning and licking her lips.
“I love doing this. In fact…” Her other hand reached down and worked her skirt up over her hips, revealing a lacy pair of panties. Then she slid two fingers beneath their waistband and caught his eye again. “…it really, really, turns me on,” she breathed up at him and her other hand disappeared into her underwear. Then she closed her eyes in pleasure and squeezed him gently. A groan found its way out of him and she smiled.
As she lowered her mouth to him again, he could only imagine what her fingers were doing to herself while she gently sucked him. Her tongue was incredible- soft, so hot- and it slid along his dick so lovingly…like she was polishing a beloved hard candy, savoring him like he was…oh, God. His hands unwittingly made their way into her hair and he was soon stroking her head as she did him with her mouth. Her incredible mouth…her tongue swirled about his head , then traced its way down his length again. He could feel moisture seeping from beneath her lips and pooling at the base of his cock and it was suddenly too erotic to handle. He moaned loudly and forced himself not to buck into her mouth like he wanted to. Her fingers were tugging their way through his patch of hair, teasing his stomach…and then she cupped his sack gently and it was almost too much.
“Claire…” he breathed, his voice strained. She ignored him and continued to lick him lovingly. He was about to come in her mouth when he tugged sharply on her hair. She pulled away and frowned up at him.
“That wasn’t very nice,” she said, but smiled lazily again a second later. “I was just starting to enjoy myself.”
He noted the way her other hand was still in her underwear, her fingers probably spreading her folds and rubbing her clit the way she’d wanted him to the other day. He clenched his hands.
“I don’t…I want to please you,” he finished lamely, his cheeks bright red. Claire stood up and immediately unzipped her skirt and let it drop, then pulled her shirt over her head. She stood before him in her underwear and the front of those lace panties looked as soaked as his pants had. She smiled down at him as she eyed his hard dick, shiny and slick with her efforts, and the way he hadn’t actually taken his shirt off, just left it unbuttoned…the way he still had on those glasses. She popped the snap on her bra and let it fall off, noting the way his eyes were trained somewhere on her mid section. They flickered slightly as she slid out of her ruined underwear, though.
“Okay then, baby,” she whispered and moved towards him. She straddled him and draped her arms about his neck and he finally looked up at her face. “Please me.”
“I…”
“You know what I want, Gabriel,” she murmured as he eyed her lips. His hands came up her naked back, then sank back to her round bottom, cupping her gently, holding her up. She thrust her hips down some and felt her core brush the tip of him, watched his eyes go wide and then close with the effort of controlling himself. She leaned forward and put her mouth to his ear.
“Fuck me.”
To Gabriel, she was asking him to worship her. To make love to her. The words themselves were an aphrodisiac and he forced himself to open his eyes and look at her, nod that he understood her…kiss her lips softly as he awkwardly impaled her.
But there was nothing awkward about the way he fit into her- the way she was so wet that the fact that he felt like he was being squeezed in a vice suddenly didn’t matter. The way he felt his senses heightened and could feel every pulse of her body as she moved herself up and down on him.
“Oh, God, Gabriel,” she moaned and kissed him hard on the mouth. Their tongues met one another and he put his hands on her hips to help her as they balanced themselves on the small chair.
“How are you doing that?” he found the courage to ask as she continued to lift herself, sliding up and down him in a gently rhythm. Her thigh muscles surged with power and strength to keep her on him.
She suddenly grinned at him and tossed her hair as she leaned back from him slightly.
“Cheerleading,” she said, shrugging and he started to laugh, but she picked up the rhythm then and his laughter turned into gasps of pleasure.
“Gabriel…” she moaned again and he tried to smile against her lips.
“What?”
“Touch me,” she breathed. She felt so full already, and at this angle his dick was hitting her spot and causing extra friction, but it wasn’t enough. She needed more. She drew one of her hands down and caught one of his. He allowed her to guide it to her center, feeling out that bundle of nerves, drawing moisture from her to lubricate her clit. Once she was satisfied he knew where it was, her hand left his and she brought it up between them to his mouth. She put her fingers against his lips and his tongue snaked out to taste her fingers. He opened his eyes to watch her only to find her eyes closed, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
Gabriel bucked into her harder at the sight, unable to help himself, but his fingers stayed glued to her clit, doing as she‘d asked. He circled it again and again, rubbing his finger along the small nub, sending long shudders up her body. He could feel her pulsing around him more now, milking him and suddenly she was moaning, her legs jerking around him, her head on his shoulder, teeth sinking into his skin.
He came hard just seconds later, with her moaning, trembling body cradled against his chest.
He didn’t pull out right away and waited for her to say something, or do something that would signal how awful he’d been. How he hadn’t been gentle enough with her clit, how he hadn’t eaten her out as promised (was that even the right term), how uncomfortable she was in that position.
But none of that came. Instead, her hands crept along his neck and chest, stroking his skin tenderly. And when she finally pushed away from him and got up it was with a happy little sigh and a smirk directed at the mess on his lap.
“You’re not so clean, yourself,” he sulked, motioning to the trail of liquid that was seeping down her thighs; and he immediately reached for the paper towels again, avoiding her eye. She reached out and caught his hand, bringing it to her mouth and kissing it, then leaned over him and kissed his lips.
“Gabriel,” she murmured, “that was wonderful. Not…perfect, but you are perfect. Can I come back tomorrow?” She pouted at him and straddled him again, peppering his neck with small kisses. “Pretty please?”
Confused, his hands didn’t know where to go, so he just rested them against her back. Then, as she continued to kiss his neck and jaw determinedly, he tightened his hold and embraced her fully.
“I wish you would. I- I don’t even want you to leave, Claire,” he whispered into her hair.
She pulled away and looked him in the eyes. “Are you asking me to stay the night?”
He shrugged and looked away, embarrassed. His face turned red.
“I don’t know,” he murmured and she smiled and kissed him again.
“Get your own place,” she said against his lips, grinding her heated core onto him again, driving him crazy, “…and I will.” Then she hopped off him again and started to hand him his clothing as she dressed herself.
“That’s a promise.”
He swallowed hard, but met her eyes with a smile.
“A promise,” he whispered in agreement.
He began scouring the papers and internet for available apartments not two hours later.
Author: lenozzedifigaro
Characters: Sylar/Claire, minor Angela, Nathan and Sylar's mummy
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 second chapter, still based on the original prompt: non-special Claire meets unexperienced, non-special watchmaker Gabe and shows him the ways of the world and that is pretty much what continues to happen. There are only two chapters as of right now because the response to the 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 and liberally employs foul language! (But it's 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.
“Claire?” Angela called as her granddaughter walked in the front door. She rounded the corner and looked at the petite young woman. “You’re home late. Were you staying after at school?”
“No, Grandmother,” Claire replied with a tight-lipped smile. “Just went out to do some shopping. I’m going upstairs to get started on that paper for English.”
“How is the college squad going?”
“Fine,” Claire called over her shoulder as she started up the stairs.
Angela watched her go with a curious expression on her face. She turned to look at Nathan, who was standing in his study with his phone glued to his ear.
“Nathan, you really should speak to that girl more. I’m worried about her. Her tastes in activities are veering in an unsavory direction.”
“She’s a college student, Ma,” Nathan replied, waving a hand at her and covering the mouthpiece of the phone. “Let her have some fun.”
Angela looked from him back up the stairs. A door closed somewhere overhead. She narrowed her eyes, but Claire stayed in her room the rest of the night as promised, appearing only for dinner. The lights in her room were out at a decent hour and the house quickly fell silent. Only a strange dream Angela had was any indication that her granddaughter was doing more than ’having fun’ for a girl her age. And at a quiet two in the morning, Angela was inclined to brush the dream away as a crumb of cheese.
“Gabriel? Did you stay up all night again? Oh, my poor boy. You need your sleep, Gabriel,” his mother cooed in his ear and Gabriel jerked awake, sending the books on his desk crashing to the floor. He stared down at them in horrified embarrassment and scrambled to pick them up.
He didn’t need his mother seeing the volumes he’d checked out from the local library. The looks the librarian had given him had been bad enough. But how else was he supposed to learn all about the strange and wonderful workings of the female body? The volumes on sex, pregnancy and anatomy he’d checked out were hardly the “Cunnilingus for Dummies” he’d been hoping to find, but anything that wasn’t in the books could easily be remedied in internet searches…once he’d figured out which keywords to use. “Going down” for instance, was not a suitable substitute for “oral sex.” Nor were the soft core porn sites that had popped up and filled his room with low moaning appropriate learning tools. He wasn’t even sure Claire could get into some of those positions, to begin with. Or that she’d want to. Or that he’d want to.
Refusing to meet his mother’s eye as he stacked the books and shoved them under the desk, he made up excuses quickly.
“I was just studying, Mother.”
“Well, at least they aren’t those awful watch manuals…but they’re not the law books we got you last year, either. Have you changed your mind? I thought we agreed you were going into politics, Gabriel. Not medicine.” She wrinkled her nose and he finally dared to meet her eyes. He must have looked terrified, because her expression softened.
“Of course, you could be a wonderful surgeon, Gabriel, I’m sure, if you wanted to. It’s just that I didn’t think you were interested…but if that’s what you want,” she hastily backtracked as his expression darkened. “I made some breakfast, dear, if you’re hungry.”
“Not right now, thank you, Mother,” Gabriel replied. “I have to get back into the shop. I…left some books there.”
She looked puzzled, but nodded. “Don’t stay too late, dear.”
Gabriel rather thought he’d stay as long as he damned well pleased.
He was just failing to tighten up the workings of a watch he could normally fix in his sleep for the third time when the bell over the front of the shop rang.
“Be with you in a moment,” he called and then swore as one of the tiny screw drivers bit into his finger.
“Are you alright?” came an already familiar voice and he tensed as she moved around the counter and drew up close behind him. “Let me see,” Claire murmured and took his large hand in her small ones. She eyed the finger where a small red mark had appeared. No blood, thankfully. He was already embarrassed enough. He tried to tug his hand away, but she smiled at him and shook her head.
“Ah, ah. Let me kiss it and make it better,” she said. Gabriel didn’t think that was a good idea, actually, but he found himself suddenly incapable of speech as she lifted his finger to her lips and bestowed a single, gentle, chaste kiss upon the spot. He was about to thank her when her lips descended again and this time lingered…and then opened. He was frozen in his seat as he watched his finger disappear between her full, pink lips and he felt himself grow hard instantly. If she swirled her tongue about his finger much more in that sensual way, in fact, he was certain he would come in his pants.
He’d masturbated three times last night, in the hopes of making sure he didn’t perform as poorly as he had the last time they’d been together, just the day before. So to think of coming now, after a simple kiss to his finger…he flushed and yanked his hand away. His finger left her mouth with a slight pop and she giggled and leaned into him for a kiss on the lips. He pulled away.
“Not here, Claire, please,” he stammered.
Claire’s face changed, grew predatory, speculative. She raised a brow at him and straddled him in his seat. He could feel his erection straining against his pants, and knew she could as well, especially when she purposefully ground down on it. He thought he may have whimpered, but wasn’t sure. All the blood was rushing from his head to his crotch and his heart was pounding so hard he couldn’t hear a damn thing. She was whispering something at him, he knew, but all he could see were her pink, plump lips…he leaned forward and caught one between his teeth and she gasped in surprise as his tongue snaked across it and he sucked gently on it. She laughed and pulled away, but stayed in position on his lap.
“That wasn’t half bad, Gabriel,” Claire murmured, then met his lips again, mimicking his actions. His hands moved to her waist and then her back, pulling her closer. When she scooted forward on his lap, she lifted herself to accommodate the tent in his pants. Her action put his hands right on her ass and he instinctively cupped her firm, round bottom, his fingers smoothing down to the backs of her thighs and back up. His fingertips dipped tentatively into that sensual valley as her dress rode up with his hands. She sighed and rubbed herself down against his pants.
“So, what,” she sighed again as his hands kept up their gentle explorations, “have you been studying since yesterday or something? Gabriel?”
“Hmm?” he managed to respond as he tasted her lips again. Was that some kind of flavored gloss? It tasted like vanilla- like the way she smelled. Intoxicating. She murmured something again and her fingers played at the back of his neck.
Her voice barely registered with him, he was so intent on the feel of everything- of her, of his damned pants, of her smell, her hair… She rubbed down against him again and as her tongue slipped into his mouth for the sixth time, he came hard against her. His hips bucked against her of their own volition and he gave a strangled cry against her lips; but she held his head tightly in her hands, kept her lips pressed to his, swallowing his moans and embarrassment.
She only pulled away when his hands went limp against her back and he sagged down in the chair. There was a small smile on her face that vanished the minute she saw his expression.
“Gabriel, are you crying?”
He shook his head and buried it against her shoulder, his arms tightening around her once again.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured against her skin. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
“Aw, poor baby,” Claire cooed and brought his head up, his face cradled on either side by her hands. “I’ll let you make it up to me.”
“Why?” he breathed, even as she leaned forward and kissed his cheeks, kissed away his tears. He knew his face must be flaming red from shame, but she ignored all that and kept up her gentle ministrations.
“Because I like you,” she said in between kisses. “Because I think you’re kinda sexy. Because I’ve dated boys who were hot in bed but total jerks everywhere else. Because,” she said, leaning back and rubbing her thumb across his cheek, smiling at him softly, “I think you’re special.”
His head jerked up and he stared at her, wide eyed. His hands covered hers.
“Claire…” he breathed. She looked like she was about to respond when the bell over the door jingled again. Claire jumped off his lap, smiled at him as she straightened her blouse, and then turned around. She waved a hand at him behind her back as she moved up to the counter, giving Gabriel time to escape to the back room and hide the shameful stain that was slowly spreading along the front of his pants.
“Can I help you?” he heard her perky voice ask. The customer gave a grunting assent. Gabriel hoped she wouldn’t drive the customer away, but within five minutes the conversation ended and the bell jingled again, signaling the man’s exit.
“Gabriel?” Claire called as she made her way to the backroom. Gabriel hurriedly grabbed a nearby paper towel and began rubbing at the front of his pants. He turned his back on the door just as Claire reached it and she stood there, leaning on the doorframe and watching him. She smiled.
“Gabriel, what are you doing?”
“I’m, uh- trying to…clean up,” he finished lamely, glancing over his shoulder at her. One of her eyebrows was arched and she was smirking at him. He flushed and bent over his pants again. Claire walked forward and slid a hand along his back.
“Gabriel,” she said. “You don’t have to do that.”
“Not since you got rid of the customer,” he groused and she laughed.
“I didn’t get rid of him,” she replied. “I took his information and made an appointment for him tomorrow. For the morning, when I’m not here, trying to get in your pants. Now stop doing that.”
Gabriel stopped and held up his hands, eyeing both the paper towel and the spot on his pants with distaste. He felt completely useless. Claire walked around to him and took his wrists, removing the paper towel, throwing it away.
“Close the door, Gabriel,” she said, eyeing him from beneath the heavy fringe of lashes. He swallowed hard and turned to close the work room door.
“Now lock it.”
He did and his hands lingered on the lock. He turned his head slightly.
“Claire, I…maybe this isn’t such a good idea,” he said softly.
“This,” she replied as she moved behind him and ran her hands around his waist, “is a great idea. Turn around, Gabriel.”
Gabriel felt close to tears, but his heart was racing. He really liked Claire. He did. He couldn’t explain it- he’d only known her one day and she’d broken all his defenses with something as simple as a kiss. He wondered if it was just the physical aspect that made her so attractive, but he knew that wasn’t really it. As he turned around in her arms, his back now at the door, he felt his cheeks flush again. His breath came shorter. What new torture would she spring on him today? What new delight? He wanted to worship her body the way he thought she deserved, but all he could give her were clumsy kisses and fifteen seconds of bliss.
“I’m terrible at this,” he murmured, trying to push on her arms. She grasped him tighter and propped her chin on his chest, like she had the previous day. She smiled up at him softly.
“No you’re not,” she replied. “Just…new to it. You’ll learn.”
He latched onto the word like it was a lifeline.
“I am trying,” he said hastily as he gave into her embrace. There was nothing sexual about it now. Just a gentle hug- calm, caring. He felt his heart rate begin to slow as she rubbed his back tenderly. She continued to stare up at him adoringly. “I- I checked out some books,” he admitted.
The laugh he was expecting didn’t come. Instead, her expression remained interested. Understanding.
“Aw, Gabriel,” she said, “that’s so sweet.” Her voice dropped. “Would you like to show me what you learned?”
“Well, I-” he began, unsure of what to say. “I don’t really know…how to apply it,” he finished softly.
“Come on,” she responded. “I’ll help. Show me.”
“Wh- where do I start?” he asked and she smiled again.
“Why don’t you try kissing me? You were doing really well earlier.”
He looked down into her face- at those brilliant eyes and bright cheeks. He thought he loved her smile, but he probably shouldn’t say anything like that yet. So instead, to keep him from talking anymore, he bent his head and did as she asked. She didn’t move, didn’t help him at all. Just stood there, waiting for him to surprise her…to make her feel. His lips met hers, just brushing them softly and the electricity of the brief contact raced through his veins. He pulled back and looked at her- her eyes were closed in expectation, that slight smile still on her lips. He leaned over and kissed her again, this time catching her lips with his, covering them slightly, claiming them. The sensation was incredible. Soft, supple…that flavor was there again and he ran his tongue along her lips lightly. They parted slightly at his touch and he drew back again.
This time, at the loss of contact, she sighed and leaned against him further.
“You’re doing…really well, Gabriel,” she murmured, eyes still closed. He smiled slightly and, emboldened by her praise, he kissed her again. This time, when her lips parted, he didn’t pull away. Instead, he slid his tongue past her lips, feeling dangerous and sexy as he did it. When his tongue met hers it was like he’d awoken it and she was suddenly kissing him back, begging for more. He pulled away with some effort and brought his hands to cup her face.
“You’re…you are incredible, Claire,” he breathed.
“Is that all you’ve got?” she asked, opening her eyes to look at him. They were even more green than before and he felt like he was falling into them. The feel of her small, supple body against his, the knowledge that she wanted him, thought he was special…it was intoxicating. So very different from anything he’d ever experienced. There was a part of him that still couldn’t believe this was happening. That the last twenty four hours had been some kind of cosmic joke or dream and he would wake up any minute…
“Hey,” she said, putting her hands over his. “Gabriel, where are you? I’m right here, baby.”
He blinked and placed another soft, chaste kiss on her open mouth. She smiled languidly up at him.
“You think way too much,” she whispered. “I’m gonna have to do something about that.”
“I wish you would,” he exhaled and felt her press herself against him.
“Mmm, really? You’re getting bold, Gabriel. Careful or you might actually act like you want this,” she said wryly, still smiling.
“I do want it,” he replied seriously. “Very much. Help me, Claire. Help me give you what you want.”
Her eyes shone and her pupils dilated suddenly as her breath came faster. “If that’s what you want,” she murmured and he nodded and leaned forward to kiss her again. She stepped away from him and took his hands in hers, pulling him away from the door, leading him over to the chair. She pushed him down into the seat and he looked up at her in confusion.
“Claire?” He’d thought she wanted him to…at least, that’s what she’d said last time.
“Got a question, lover?” She tilted her head and put her hands on her hips. His mouth went dry at her words. Well, the word. Lover. Was that really what she thought of him?
“I thought you wanted…”
“Oh, I always want that,” she responded, smiling cheekily. She sank to her knees, running her hands down his chest and legs as she did so. “But I want something else first.”
“But you won’t…you won’t…” Come, he wanted to finish saying, but he suddenly couldn’t speak as her small hands worked the button and zipper on his pants.
“Oh, Gabriel,” she murmured, “but I will. Trust me.”
She smiled up at him with that predatory stare again and tugged on his pants. He lifted his hips automatically as he realized what she wanted and she leaned forward slowly to press a kiss to his inner thigh. He shuddered.
As she pulled his pants down, tugging off his shoes as well, she continued to keep eye contact. She licked her lips. His breath caught in his throat.
“Claire…”
“Shut up and start in on those buttons,” she directed him, nodding to his shirt. She continued to press little kisses to his legs and he shivered again, but helplessly did as she told him. He leaned his head back and stared determinedly at the ceiling. He was so embarrassed…and turned on. He could feel Claire’s hands slowly creeping up his thighs, pushing his shirt tails out of the way, tugging lightly on his hair. And then it suddenly didn’t matter that he’d come in his pants five minutes ago, because he could feel something warm and wet on him. He looked down to see she was laying open mouthed kisses along his legs…and then on his very member. It twitched at the sensations and she smiled at it like it was dessert. He shuddered again and she looked up at him to find him watching.
Carefully, her eyes glued to his, she wrapped one hand around him and lifted him. He was growing hard already and he swallowed as his eyes raced between what her hand was doing and what her mouth was doing. Her tongue darted out and licked the head a few times and he met her eyes again.
“C- Claire!”
She didn’t respond, just continued to lick him- this time more slowly. And then he watched as she opened her mouth wide and his dick disappeared between her full, pink lips. He definitely whimpered that time.
She released him with a pop and frowned up at him.
“Gabriel, baby, you’ve got to relax.”
“B- but I- you should-”
“Shut up.” He did and she smiled again. “Gabriel, I don’t think you realize something.” His dick disappeared again for a long moment and he grit his teeth. When she released him again she was grinning and licking her lips.
“I love doing this. In fact…” Her other hand reached down and worked her skirt up over her hips, revealing a lacy pair of panties. Then she slid two fingers beneath their waistband and caught his eye again. “…it really, really, turns me on,” she breathed up at him and her other hand disappeared into her underwear. Then she closed her eyes in pleasure and squeezed him gently. A groan found its way out of him and she smiled.
As she lowered her mouth to him again, he could only imagine what her fingers were doing to herself while she gently sucked him. Her tongue was incredible- soft, so hot- and it slid along his dick so lovingly…like she was polishing a beloved hard candy, savoring him like he was…oh, God. His hands unwittingly made their way into her hair and he was soon stroking her head as she did him with her mouth. Her incredible mouth…her tongue swirled about his head , then traced its way down his length again. He could feel moisture seeping from beneath her lips and pooling at the base of his cock and it was suddenly too erotic to handle. He moaned loudly and forced himself not to buck into her mouth like he wanted to. Her fingers were tugging their way through his patch of hair, teasing his stomach…and then she cupped his sack gently and it was almost too much.
“Claire…” he breathed, his voice strained. She ignored him and continued to lick him lovingly. He was about to come in her mouth when he tugged sharply on her hair. She pulled away and frowned up at him.
“That wasn’t very nice,” she said, but smiled lazily again a second later. “I was just starting to enjoy myself.”
He noted the way her other hand was still in her underwear, her fingers probably spreading her folds and rubbing her clit the way she’d wanted him to the other day. He clenched his hands.
“I don’t…I want to please you,” he finished lamely, his cheeks bright red. Claire stood up and immediately unzipped her skirt and let it drop, then pulled her shirt over her head. She stood before him in her underwear and the front of those lace panties looked as soaked as his pants had. She smiled down at him as she eyed his hard dick, shiny and slick with her efforts, and the way he hadn’t actually taken his shirt off, just left it unbuttoned…the way he still had on those glasses. She popped the snap on her bra and let it fall off, noting the way his eyes were trained somewhere on her mid section. They flickered slightly as she slid out of her ruined underwear, though.
“Okay then, baby,” she whispered and moved towards him. She straddled him and draped her arms about his neck and he finally looked up at her face. “Please me.”
“I…”
“You know what I want, Gabriel,” she murmured as he eyed her lips. His hands came up her naked back, then sank back to her round bottom, cupping her gently, holding her up. She thrust her hips down some and felt her core brush the tip of him, watched his eyes go wide and then close with the effort of controlling himself. She leaned forward and put her mouth to his ear.
“Fuck me.”
To Gabriel, she was asking him to worship her. To make love to her. The words themselves were an aphrodisiac and he forced himself to open his eyes and look at her, nod that he understood her…kiss her lips softly as he awkwardly impaled her.
But there was nothing awkward about the way he fit into her- the way she was so wet that the fact that he felt like he was being squeezed in a vice suddenly didn’t matter. The way he felt his senses heightened and could feel every pulse of her body as she moved herself up and down on him.
“Oh, God, Gabriel,” she moaned and kissed him hard on the mouth. Their tongues met one another and he put his hands on her hips to help her as they balanced themselves on the small chair.
“How are you doing that?” he found the courage to ask as she continued to lift herself, sliding up and down him in a gently rhythm. Her thigh muscles surged with power and strength to keep her on him.
She suddenly grinned at him and tossed her hair as she leaned back from him slightly.
“Cheerleading,” she said, shrugging and he started to laugh, but she picked up the rhythm then and his laughter turned into gasps of pleasure.
“Gabriel…” she moaned again and he tried to smile against her lips.
“What?”
“Touch me,” she breathed. She felt so full already, and at this angle his dick was hitting her spot and causing extra friction, but it wasn’t enough. She needed more. She drew one of her hands down and caught one of his. He allowed her to guide it to her center, feeling out that bundle of nerves, drawing moisture from her to lubricate her clit. Once she was satisfied he knew where it was, her hand left his and she brought it up between them to his mouth. She put her fingers against his lips and his tongue snaked out to taste her fingers. He opened his eyes to watch her only to find her eyes closed, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
Gabriel bucked into her harder at the sight, unable to help himself, but his fingers stayed glued to her clit, doing as she‘d asked. He circled it again and again, rubbing his finger along the small nub, sending long shudders up her body. He could feel her pulsing around him more now, milking him and suddenly she was moaning, her legs jerking around him, her head on his shoulder, teeth sinking into his skin.
He came hard just seconds later, with her moaning, trembling body cradled against his chest.
He didn’t pull out right away and waited for her to say something, or do something that would signal how awful he’d been. How he hadn’t been gentle enough with her clit, how he hadn’t eaten her out as promised (was that even the right term), how uncomfortable she was in that position.
But none of that came. Instead, her hands crept along his neck and chest, stroking his skin tenderly. And when she finally pushed away from him and got up it was with a happy little sigh and a smirk directed at the mess on his lap.
“You’re not so clean, yourself,” he sulked, motioning to the trail of liquid that was seeping down her thighs; and he immediately reached for the paper towels again, avoiding her eye. She reached out and caught his hand, bringing it to her mouth and kissing it, then leaned over him and kissed his lips.
“Gabriel,” she murmured, “that was wonderful. Not…perfect, but you are perfect. Can I come back tomorrow?” She pouted at him and straddled him again, peppering his neck with small kisses. “Pretty please?”
Confused, his hands didn’t know where to go, so he just rested them against her back. Then, as she continued to kiss his neck and jaw determinedly, he tightened his hold and embraced her fully.
“I wish you would. I- I don’t even want you to leave, Claire,” he whispered into her hair.
She pulled away and looked him in the eyes. “Are you asking me to stay the night?”
He shrugged and looked away, embarrassed. His face turned red.
“I don’t know,” he murmured and she smiled and kissed him again.
“Get your own place,” she said against his lips, grinding her heated core onto him again, driving him crazy, “…and I will.” Then she hopped off him again and started to hand him his clothing as she dressed herself.
“That’s a promise.”
He swallowed hard, but met her eyes with a smile.
“A promise,” he whispered in agreement.
He began scouring the papers and internet for available apartments not two hours later.