"Too Good To Deny It" (1/4) - Heroes (Elle/Claire)
Elle stepped into the dark hotel suite and set her tartan overnight bag down just inside the door. “I’ve got this,” she said.
She pointed at the lamp, sitting on a side table between the room’s two windows, twenty feet away. A barely-visible arc of electricity zapped from her finger to the lamp. The bulb illuminated with a flicker as the light came on, filling the luxury suite with a warm glow.
“You’re getting good at that,” said Claire, coming up right behind her.
Elle grinned proudly. “Damned straight.” She blew across the tip of her finger like a marksman blowing across the muzzle of his gun.
After the bellhop arrived with the rest of their things, Claire opened up her laptop and settled down cross-legged on one of the beds, calling up the files for tonight’s operation. Elle explored the nice spacious suite.
“This is cool,” she said. “Did you put Karen and Green in a place like this, or are they in a Motel 6 somewhere trying to get the snack machine to work?”
“They’re in a suite down on the second floor. I figure if anyone can tolerate sharing a room with Green, it’s Karen.”
“Karen is pretty unflappable. I haven’t seen her flap yet.”
“Fifteen years in the FBI Crisis Negotiations Unit. I don’t think one night with a weird roommate is going to faze her much.”
“You’re gonna have to kiss her tonight, you know,” Elle told her, grinning. “The target works in a lesbian bar and you two have to be together, so it’s couple time for you. Green and I get to solo. We’ll just spend the night getting hit on by hot chicks in Jimmy Choo shoes.”
“Well, you’re the one with all the secret agent experience,” Claire said, not looking up from her screen. “But Karen’s 25 years older than me, and married with two kids in college. Don’t know if making out with teenage girls is on her to-do list.”
Elle came over and sat next to Claire on the bed. The laptop displayed a photo of a striking but sullen-looking woman.
“Heidi Marrucini,” Elle said. “I remember her. Mr. Thompson and your dad thought it would be loads of fun to have somebody on the Company payroll that could turn liquids to poison just by touching them. Then they found out she could only poison like, a bathtub full of water at once. Not a whole city reservoir or anything. So they lost interest.”
“She’s working for the mob now,” said Claire. “Gets hired as a bartender in some bar or restaurant that her mark goes to. Poisons their drink, they die, the poison reverts back to normal liquid after a few minutes. Forensics has nothing to go on. They call her The Bartender.”
Elle made a face. “What a dumb supervillain name. Are we all taking comic book names now?”
“I dunno. Do you want to? What would my comic book name be? And don’t say Claire Bear.”
Elle thought hard. “Hmmmm. The Iron Cheerleader? The Rock-Hard Rah-Rah?”
“Pass,” said Claire. “How about your name?”
“Princess Electra!” exclaimed Elle brightly, without a moment’s hesitation.
“I think there already is an Elektra.”
“There is?”
“Yeah. Remember that movie with that woman from Alias?”
“Oh yeah.” Elle looked crestfallen. “That movie sucked.”
“Well, maybe you could call yourself The Other Electra Who Doesn’t Suck Like That Movie.”
“Deal!”
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Claire finished up her work on the computer just as Elle emerged from the bathroom in the party dress she’d be wearing for the evening.
It was a short, dark, sparkly thing that left her arms and pretty much the entire length of her legs bare. At the other end of those legs was a pretty pair of strappy, open-toed high heels.
Claire could only stare at her in wonder.
“Is something wrong?” Elle asked, misinterpreting the look.
“Elle,” said Claire evenly. “Do you have any idea at all how beautiful you look?”
“Really?” Elle gave that smile… the radiant one she only indulged in when she really meant it. “The dress works, huh?”
“You work. The dress just helps.”
Elle walked slowly over and sat down next to Claire. “You sure have a nice way with words, pom-pom,” she said softly. “Stick around, okay?”
“Not going anywhere,” said Claire with a smile.
“Speaking of going places,” Elle said, “you had a long drive today. And you wouldn’t let me take a turn.”
“You’re not on my insurance, and you don’t pay attention to road signs,” Claire told her.
“Yes I do, and anyway, the point is that you had a long drive. Don’t want you all tense for the job tonight. Do you want me to give you one of my special back rubs?”
Claire felt a thrill race through her at the suggestion. “Do we have time?”
“Oh, we’ll have time. Now, off with your shirt.”
Claire had her t-shirt off before it even occurred to her to be shy about stripping off in front of an audience that way. But soon Elle’s hands were on her, and all else was forgotten.
Elle’s back rubs would have been wonderful under any circumstances. Claire would never have believed, when she knew Elle under less pleasant circumstances, that the older girl could be so gentle and good with her hands. Gentle, that is, when the situation called for it. Not so much when it didn’t.
But these back rubs came with a special bonus: the thrilling little discharges of electricity that Elle sent through her fingertips into the tense muscles of Claire’s shoulders and sides and back. Each delightful little zap drew a squeak and a giggle from Claire, which made Elle chuckle.
Elle slipped her hands up underneath Claire’s hair and traced a buzzing, sparkly line with the back of each index finger, from a spot just below each of Claire’s ears, down the sides of her neck, along the slopes of her shoulders and down the sides of her arms.
“Ooooooh, gawd,” Claire moaned.
“Like it?” Elle purred in her ear.
“Just a little bit. Mmmm. You know, Elle, it wasn’t that long ago I’d have been a little concerned to have your hands this close to my throat.”
Elle laughed. “I’d have choked you like a chicken,” she admitted. “And you’d have gotten right up and kicked my ass.”
“I’d have been admiring your awesome fashion sense the whole time, though,” said Claire. “I would have done my best to keep the blood off your Armani jacket.”
“I loved that jacket,” Elle pouted. “Fucking Rossi and his fucking mud-storms.”
“Yeah, that case did kinda suck. I was digging sand out of my ears for a week.”
Elle massaged Claire for a while in silence. Shivery caresses in the small of her back. Making the peach-fuzz on the back of her neck stand up. Tickling her underarms without even moving her fingertips. Claire was lost in bliss.
“Thanks for coming to get me, Claire. Thanks for saving me,” Elle said softly. She sent a warm little jolt with each hand into the sensitive spots just above Claire’s hip-points.
Claire sighed with pleasure. “I didn’t really…”
“Shut up, Claire. You went and got two million dollars and had me raised from the fucking dead. So let me thank you, or I’ll set your hair on fire.”
“Okay,” said Claire, raising her hands in surrender. “I consider myself officially thanked. And the real thanks is that my ex-dead arch-enemy is now sitting on a bed with me, looking unbelievably beautiful and giving me the world’s sweetest massage.”
Elle’s arms slipped gently around Claire. “Keep saying things like that, pom-pom,” she whispered in her ear, “and God only knows what I might do next.”
Claire was startled to hear Elle suddenly laugh with delight as she looked down over the younger girl’s shoulder and down her front. “I guess you are enjoying this, Claire.”
Looking down, Claire was mortified to see the outlines of her very erect nipples pressing very noticeably through the dark fabric of her bra. “Damn,” she muttered, trying ridiculously to cover herself up with her arms.
Elle laughed again. “I’ll consider that a good review.” Her voice lowered to a seductive purr. “Your headlights are already on. Want me to light you up the rest of the way?”
Claire closed her eyes and shuddered with excitement, and a little trepidation. She knew from experience what that offer meant.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Y…yes…” Claire said, a little louder.
“Is your bladder empty? And your bowels? We don’t want housekeeping angry with us, now do we?”
“I’m good,” said Claire, taking a deep breath.
“You certainly are,” said Elle with that outrageously teasing tone of hers. “And you’re gonna be a lot better in a minute. Are you ready?”
“Yes,” whimpered Claire. Oh god oh god oh god…help me…
Elle brushed the hair aside from the back of Claire’s neck and probed with her fingers until she found just the right spot, where the spine reached the base of the skull.
“Cheers, cheerleader,” Elle said.
The world turned inside-out as Elle sent lightning from Heaven straight down Claire’s spinal cord. It reached the base of her spine and exploded out into every nerve ending in her body. In the space of a split second, the charge seemed to pinball up and down the entire length of Claire’s nervous system a thousand thousand times.
Claire seemed to be screaming, but no sound came out. Helpless tears flooded down her cheeks. She would have jerked right off the bed onto the floor if Elle hadn’t been holding on to her tightly. “It’s okay,” she murmured softly. “I’ve got you. Just go with it. Don’t fight it…”
Claire knew, somewhere deep in the part of her brain that was still working, that this experience would very likely kill just about anyone else. The pain would have been more than anyone could bear. But Claire couldn’t feel pain. All of that was absent, stripped out, and nothing but the power and the inhuman pleasure remained.
When she finally came back to her senses, feeling weak and trembly, the first thing Claire noticed was that she was on her back, and Elle was straddling her. Electric Girl’s lovely face gazed down at hers from a few inches above. Soft blonde hair tickled her face.
The second thing she noticed was the coolness of the air conditioning against her bare breasts. Somehow, in the… heat of things, she had lost her bra.
“I took it off you,” Elle explained. “It was starting to smolder a little bit. It’s a nice bra and I didn’t want you to lose it, bursting into flames or anything. You have pretty nipples, by the way, pom-pom. Brown. I would have figured you for a pink, or maybe melon colored. But I guess it comes from being half Italian. I like yours better than mine. I have boring nipples.”
“Ahhhmmm,” said Claire, testing to see if her voice worked.
“How did it feel?” Elle asked.
“Like getting fucked by a thunderstorm,” Claire whispered.
“It was good, then?”
“Ooooh, yeah.”
“Wouldn’t recommend it for anyone with pain receptors, though?”
“Ooooh, no.”
“Well,” said Elle brightly. “I think I found my superhero name. Thunderstorm.”
“Thunderstorm it is,” smiled Claire, sighing and stretching.
And then soft hair flooded around her face, she felt the warmth of Elle’s breath, and soft lips pressed against hers.
Claire’s eyes flew open in momentary shock. As flirty as their relationship had been over the past few months… despite all the unbelievably erotic things Elle had done to her with her power… this was the first time she’d ever kissed Claire. It was as if she’d never been able to bring herself to do it, as if it would be some sort of sacrilege.
Elle’s tongue shyly asked admittance to Claire’s mouth. It was granted.
Elle broke off the kiss after a moment. “Want me to stop?” she breathed.
“Not unless you want to see me cry,” Claire whispered back.
The kiss resumed, deeper this time. And deeper still.
Claire lost herself in the gentle sensation, the play of tongue against tongue… loving the warm breath pouring in soft rhythm from Elle’s nose against her face… the feel of her soft blonde hair. The pounding of her pulse. Gasps and sighs and tiny cries of pleasure as Claire nibbled Elle’s neck and shoulders and earlobes, and Elle returned the favor with interest.
Eventually Claire found herself staring at the fancy-tiled ceiling of the hotel room. Elle breathed softly in her ear, her face nuzzled against the younger woman’s neck and shoulder. Claire luxuriated in the feel of the warm, beautiful body lying atop hers. She ran her hands lovingly up and down, feeling the delicate fabric of the beautiful party dress… the graceful curve of Elle’s back… the firm swell of her bottom… then the hem of her dress and the soft, supple, warm skin of the backs of her bare legs.
Claire sighed. This was turning out to be some kind of a day.
She turned her head so she could look into Elle’s lovely grey-blue eyes. Claire had never seen anyone else with eyes of just that color. She thought maybe it had something to do with Elle’s power. They were so beautiful.
“You kissed a girl,” Elle sang softly at Claire.
“And I liked it,” Claire responded, smiling.
“Don’t mean you’re in love tonight…”
“What makes you say that?” Claire asked softly, reaching out to caress Elle’s cheek.
Awww, thought Claire. I didn’t even know Elle could blush.
* * * * *
Continued in Part Two