Fic: lullaby
Title: lullaby
Author: kathrynthegr8
For: mydnight_dreams over at heroes_exchange
Rating: NC-17 (warnings for bondage, sex with a younger person, incest, spoilers thru season 3)
Character/Pairing: Noah/Claire
Words: 1194
Summary: There's something both familiar and enticing about Bonnie, and Noah is determined to find out why.
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes.
Author Notes: Thank you eeyore9990 for your friendship and sharing your incredible beta skillz.
The girl was pretty, but it wasn’t that. No, it was something else, something he couldn’t quite place. She was familiar, even though he was certain he’d never seen her before. He always remembered a face; it served him well in his line of work.
Noah loved his wife. He'd never wanted another woman, and it wasn't that there hadn't been opportunities. In his line of work, people offered anything--ANYTHING--to not be captured by The Company. He'd never been tempted. Not once. Until today. There was something about the girl that got under his skin and made him all too aware of his sweaty palms and the way his stomach flip-flopped when her eyes met his.
"Why are we stopping?" He watched as she peered out her window and then turned toward him, her brow furrowed with worry. Noah wanted to touch his fingers to her forehead and smooth out the skin there. He suddenly realized what going crazy must feel like.
“I have to know something.” Noah turned off the ignition and held the steering wheel in an iron-tight grip. “Who do you work for? Is it Nakamura? The Company? Who sent you?”
Bonnie’s eyes got wide for a moment, and she seemed to steel herself for something. After a deep breath, she answered him. “I already told you, I don’t work for anyone.” She gripped the door handle and looked over at him with an expression of sadness. “I came to help you. Thanks for the ride; I’ll walk from here.”
Noah thought about letting her go, but the stretched tension inside him snapped and he reached out and grabbed hold of her wrist.
“You’re not going anywhere, young lady. Not yet.” He expected her to look scared or surprised, instead she looked resigned and let go of the door handle.
He could feel her pulse under his fingers and again, his expectations were shattered. She was calm, her pulse beating slow and steady, her hand curling trustingly into his grip as she stared at him through wide green eyes.
A lightning flash of déjà vu raced through his mind: did he know this girl? He had to have seen her before somewhere; even if his brain couldn’t remember, his body was reacting to her touch. His skin felt stretched too tight, and his tongue was having trouble working in his too dry mouth.
“You aren’t scared of me, are you?” he finally managed to ask.
She shook her head slightly but refused to speak. Instead of dropping her hand like he should have, he grasped it tighter and pulled her closer. She moved willingly, sliding across her seat until they were side by side, and he could rest their joined hands on his thigh. The sensation of jumping off a cliff rushed through him once she was so close. He could smell her hair and feel the warmth of her leg pressed against his. His big Company sedan felt cramped and way too small.
“There’s a man in my life that I love,” she said softly, as if she wasn’t talking to anyone in particular or him specifically. “And he says he loves me, says it all the time. But I don’t believe him. I can’t.”
Noah ran his thumb across the steering wheel and tried to ignore his body’s reaction to being so close to Bonnie. “He sounds like a fool,” he stated matter-of-factly. He wasn’t prepared for the quick smile that curled the corners of her mouth or the way it made his insides feel.
“He is a fool. Always leaving me when I need him most.” She leaned her head on his shoulder and sighed. And then she did the one thing that was his undoing; she started to cry, quietly at first and then with hushed mewling sounds.
He adjusted his tie and slid his arm around her shoulders in a feeble attempt to comfort the girl. This led to her crying harder, and Noah drew her closer and held her tighter. Why was she affecting him like this?
“Shhh, it’s going to be okay. Quiet now.”
The last thing he expected was for her to push him away and start yelling, “I hate you! I hate your job! I hate everything you stand for!” She turned towards him and pummeled his chest with her small fists. “BASTARD!”
“Bonnie, stop! Stop this! I don’t know you!” He struggled to restrain her and regain control of the situation. It was like she couldn’t hear him, and she continued to fight him. “You’re name isn’t Bonnie, is it?”
He used his weight to his advantage and pushed her down on the seat, a slow anger bubbling to the surface. He was tired of being lied to. “Tell me your name and who you work for.”
Noah held her arms over her head and waited for an answer. She continued to scream at him and fought to break free of his grip. Finally he did the only thing he could think to shut her up, the one thing he had wanted to do since she got in his car. He kissed her. Hard. Pressed his lips to hers and forced her mouth open. Muffled her words with his tongue and swallowed them whole.
She kissed him back, her response immediate and just as passionate as his. She scraped her teeth against his tongue and bit his lip, leaving him breathless and dizzy. He pressed against her harder, needed to get closer. One of her hands wiggled free of his grip and pulled at his hair; her nails scraped across his scalp. He reached for her sweater and pushed it up to her neck, his fingertips tracing the swell of her lace-covered breasts.
The situation was moving too fast and Noah felt his control slip. When she began to caress him through his fly, he took action. He wrapped the loose seatbelt around her wrists, re-securing her hands.
“Tell me who you are,” he demanded. This time she shook her head and refused to look at him.
It took him a few moments to unbutton her jeans; she lifted up when he pulled at them, and they slid down her legs. He drank in the sight of her exposed skin and wanted to touch her everywhere. His hand splayed across her lower stomach as he listened to their labored breathing. The sound of her underwear ripping when he tugged at them filled the car. He kissed her again and the heat of her body beneath his threatened to set him on fire.
He didn’t remember undoing his pants, but one second he was above her and the next he was inside her. They pulsed and moved together, he asked her what her name was again and again between moans, but she never answered.
In the end he called her Bonnie, shouted it as they came, one right after the other.
Things like that never happened to Noah Bennet.
That night he went home and lay awake in bed, trying to forget. He listened as his wife cooed to the baby in the next room and sung her to sleep.
Author: kathrynthegr8
For: mydnight_dreams over at heroes_exchange
Rating: NC-17 (warnings for bondage, sex with a younger person, incest, spoilers thru season 3)
Character/Pairing: Noah/Claire
Words: 1194
Summary: There's something both familiar and enticing about Bonnie, and Noah is determined to find out why.
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes.
Author Notes: Thank you eeyore9990 for your friendship and sharing your incredible beta skillz.
The girl was pretty, but it wasn’t that. No, it was something else, something he couldn’t quite place. She was familiar, even though he was certain he’d never seen her before. He always remembered a face; it served him well in his line of work.
Noah loved his wife. He'd never wanted another woman, and it wasn't that there hadn't been opportunities. In his line of work, people offered anything--ANYTHING--to not be captured by The Company. He'd never been tempted. Not once. Until today. There was something about the girl that got under his skin and made him all too aware of his sweaty palms and the way his stomach flip-flopped when her eyes met his.
"Why are we stopping?" He watched as she peered out her window and then turned toward him, her brow furrowed with worry. Noah wanted to touch his fingers to her forehead and smooth out the skin there. He suddenly realized what going crazy must feel like.
“I have to know something.” Noah turned off the ignition and held the steering wheel in an iron-tight grip. “Who do you work for? Is it Nakamura? The Company? Who sent you?”
Bonnie’s eyes got wide for a moment, and she seemed to steel herself for something. After a deep breath, she answered him. “I already told you, I don’t work for anyone.” She gripped the door handle and looked over at him with an expression of sadness. “I came to help you. Thanks for the ride; I’ll walk from here.”
Noah thought about letting her go, but the stretched tension inside him snapped and he reached out and grabbed hold of her wrist.
“You’re not going anywhere, young lady. Not yet.” He expected her to look scared or surprised, instead she looked resigned and let go of the door handle.
He could feel her pulse under his fingers and again, his expectations were shattered. She was calm, her pulse beating slow and steady, her hand curling trustingly into his grip as she stared at him through wide green eyes.
A lightning flash of déjà vu raced through his mind: did he know this girl? He had to have seen her before somewhere; even if his brain couldn’t remember, his body was reacting to her touch. His skin felt stretched too tight, and his tongue was having trouble working in his too dry mouth.
“You aren’t scared of me, are you?” he finally managed to ask.
She shook her head slightly but refused to speak. Instead of dropping her hand like he should have, he grasped it tighter and pulled her closer. She moved willingly, sliding across her seat until they were side by side, and he could rest their joined hands on his thigh. The sensation of jumping off a cliff rushed through him once she was so close. He could smell her hair and feel the warmth of her leg pressed against his. His big Company sedan felt cramped and way too small.
“There’s a man in my life that I love,” she said softly, as if she wasn’t talking to anyone in particular or him specifically. “And he says he loves me, says it all the time. But I don’t believe him. I can’t.”
Noah ran his thumb across the steering wheel and tried to ignore his body’s reaction to being so close to Bonnie. “He sounds like a fool,” he stated matter-of-factly. He wasn’t prepared for the quick smile that curled the corners of her mouth or the way it made his insides feel.
“He is a fool. Always leaving me when I need him most.” She leaned her head on his shoulder and sighed. And then she did the one thing that was his undoing; she started to cry, quietly at first and then with hushed mewling sounds.
He adjusted his tie and slid his arm around her shoulders in a feeble attempt to comfort the girl. This led to her crying harder, and Noah drew her closer and held her tighter. Why was she affecting him like this?
“Shhh, it’s going to be okay. Quiet now.”
The last thing he expected was for her to push him away and start yelling, “I hate you! I hate your job! I hate everything you stand for!” She turned towards him and pummeled his chest with her small fists. “BASTARD!”
“Bonnie, stop! Stop this! I don’t know you!” He struggled to restrain her and regain control of the situation. It was like she couldn’t hear him, and she continued to fight him. “You’re name isn’t Bonnie, is it?”
He used his weight to his advantage and pushed her down on the seat, a slow anger bubbling to the surface. He was tired of being lied to. “Tell me your name and who you work for.”
Noah held her arms over her head and waited for an answer. She continued to scream at him and fought to break free of his grip. Finally he did the only thing he could think to shut her up, the one thing he had wanted to do since she got in his car. He kissed her. Hard. Pressed his lips to hers and forced her mouth open. Muffled her words with his tongue and swallowed them whole.
She kissed him back, her response immediate and just as passionate as his. She scraped her teeth against his tongue and bit his lip, leaving him breathless and dizzy. He pressed against her harder, needed to get closer. One of her hands wiggled free of his grip and pulled at his hair; her nails scraped across his scalp. He reached for her sweater and pushed it up to her neck, his fingertips tracing the swell of her lace-covered breasts.
The situation was moving too fast and Noah felt his control slip. When she began to caress him through his fly, he took action. He wrapped the loose seatbelt around her wrists, re-securing her hands.
“Tell me who you are,” he demanded. This time she shook her head and refused to look at him.
It took him a few moments to unbutton her jeans; she lifted up when he pulled at them, and they slid down her legs. He drank in the sight of her exposed skin and wanted to touch her everywhere. His hand splayed across her lower stomach as he listened to their labored breathing. The sound of her underwear ripping when he tugged at them filled the car. He kissed her again and the heat of her body beneath his threatened to set him on fire.
He didn’t remember undoing his pants, but one second he was above her and the next he was inside her. They pulsed and moved together, he asked her what her name was again and again between moans, but she never answered.
In the end he called her Bonnie, shouted it as they came, one right after the other.
Things like that never happened to Noah Bennet.
That night he went home and lay awake in bed, trying to forget. He listened as his wife cooed to the baby in the next room and sung her to sleep.