Manipulation - Heroes - Adam/Monica
Title: Manipulation
Pairing: Adam/Monica
Word Count: 278
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Written for tokenblkgirl.
Summary: Monica can't resist him.
His hand is so talented when it slides between her legs, but she knows that she shouldn't be doing this. Her legs fall further open for him and she lies on her back in his hotel bed, vulnerable in a way she rarely allows herself to be, these days. St Joan has no room for vulnerability. Underneath? Monica can't fight this.
His fingers tease over her wet slit until she could scream at him if she thought it would help. She looks up at his face, so pale in this light. With his ability, she wonders if it's even possible for him to tan - but then his thumb nudges 'accidentally' against her clit and she stops wondering anything at all.
"Adam," she pants. "Please."
She doesn't know exactly what she's begging him for, but the smirk on his face tells her that this is what he's been after. He's a son of a bitch and that's why she shouldn't be here, allowing him to do this to her. He doesn't think like regular people do; all he sees is opportunity and manipulation and flaws. He wants power over everyone he meets, and he can't best her physically.
He can control her here.
"You know I'm going to make you beg more than that," he says as his finger traces around the outside, never quite where she needs it.
"That's why I hate you," she says, but panted out in such a way it loses some of its impact. She might hate him for lording it over her like this - but she hates herself for allowing him to do it.
The worst part is, she thinks, that she likes it.
Pairing: Adam/Monica
Word Count: 278
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Written for tokenblkgirl.
Summary: Monica can't resist him.
His hand is so talented when it slides between her legs, but she knows that she shouldn't be doing this. Her legs fall further open for him and she lies on her back in his hotel bed, vulnerable in a way she rarely allows herself to be, these days. St Joan has no room for vulnerability. Underneath? Monica can't fight this.
His fingers tease over her wet slit until she could scream at him if she thought it would help. She looks up at his face, so pale in this light. With his ability, she wonders if it's even possible for him to tan - but then his thumb nudges 'accidentally' against her clit and she stops wondering anything at all.
"Adam," she pants. "Please."
She doesn't know exactly what she's begging him for, but the smirk on his face tells her that this is what he's been after. He's a son of a bitch and that's why she shouldn't be here, allowing him to do this to her. He doesn't think like regular people do; all he sees is opportunity and manipulation and flaws. He wants power over everyone he meets, and he can't best her physically.
He can control her here.
"You know I'm going to make you beg more than that," he says as his finger traces around the outside, never quite where she needs it.
"That's why I hate you," she says, but panted out in such a way it loses some of its impact. She might hate him for lording it over her like this - but she hates herself for allowing him to do it.
The worst part is, she thinks, that she likes it.