The Crush
Title: The Crush
Rating: NC-17 for rough smut and language
Summary: Elle’s obsession with Bennet finally reaches a new extreme after Angela fires her from Primatech.
Spoilers: Up to 3x03
Disclaimer: Heroes is not owned by me, but by Tim Kring. I’m simply borrowing these characters for non-profit entertainment.
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“Hi,” Elle smiled when Sandra opened the door. “I’m not sure if you remember me, but I’m kind of a friend of Mr. Bennet’s. Any chance he’s here?”
“No, he’s not,” she answered. She had to think for a moment but she did remember the girl at her door. Of course the last time she had seen her she had been chained to a chair in her kitchen but she still remembered her. “Who are you?”
“I’m Elle. I used to work with Mr. Bennet and right now I really need to talk to him,” she smiled, strained now yes but still she had to keep things light. She knew she was crossing a line here, but she also knew she had Angela to blame for it. If she hadn’t fired her she would have known where Bennet was and her need to see him wouldn’t have gotten this out of hand.
For the majority of the time they had spent working together she had been his toy, not even his affair, just something for him to play with. He would find her when the mood struck, take what he wanted and leave. Elle never cared because she wanted him too and with a man like him she knew to be thankful for what she could get. If that meant a hard and fast fuck in an empty cell as opposed to something from her fantasies then so be it. At least she could say she had gotten to have Bennet.
“Well, I’m sorry, Elle but he’s away on a business trip,” Sandra told her, unsure just how much she should tell this young woman.
Elle scoffed. “Of course he is.” Not even in the right state, she scolded herself. She knew she should have gone back to The Company. Angela’s will be damned, this time she would be the one taking what she wanted. “When is he supposed to be back?” She wasn’t about to go to New York now if he was just going to be back within the next day.
“What is this about?” Sandra asked her. This girl was really seeming a little too interested in her husband for her liking.
“It’s business. Just, tell me, when is he supposed to be back. Tonight? Tomorrow?”
“In a week,” Sandra lied. She knew by then Noah would be off on another trip and she would have had time to tell him about this unsettling young woman asking about him.
“Alright, thanks.” Normally that would have been enough for Elle, but today she was still too angry. Angry that Bennet hadn’t chosen her, that she was no longer a Company Girl, that she really had no idea what she was supposed to do with her life, that she was all alone again and had to go to Bennet’s wife to try to find him. Misery did love company, she knew.
”One more thing,” Elle said as she began to step away. “Does he like for you to sort of shock him just before he comes or is that just for me?”
The look on Sandra’s face said it all. Not only did she feel she had been right about her suspicions of what Noah was really doing on those business trips, but the burn marks she had seen on his back, shoulders and hips suddenly made sense.
“I thought so,” she smiled before heading off. That really was just for her. So what if she had just ruined Bennet’s marriage? In her mind he was supposed to be hers anyway and if he wasn’t going to be back for a week then she was going to be on the next flight to reclaim what she had earned.
Still she smiled the whole way as she imagined her perfect scenario. Angela being angry at her return, angrier that she couldn’t do a thing to stop it once she had zapped a few guards. Noah finally realizing that she was the only one who could give him what he really wanted and needed. Maybe he would even be able to talk Angela into letting her come back to work with him. It was perfect.
Her plan was going smoothly so far, she mused as she walked through the building. The codes hadn’t been changed yet so no one thought anything was out of the ordinary as she went through the halls in search of Noah.
By then he and Sylar had returned from the bank and Angela was tending to her supposed son. After his conversation with The Haitian, Noah was making his way back through Level 5 himself, wanting to call it a day as soon as he could. Of course slamming right into another person in his hurry hadn’t been part of the plan but he had been too distracted.
“Sorry,” he stated as he moved to his right to keep walking.
“Don’t be,” Elle called. “I like having you up against me.” She was smirking when he turned back to her.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous. It sent a chill through her though hardly the kind he had hoped.
“I missed you,” she cooed as she moved close and put her hands to his lapels.
“Stop it,” he told her, taking tight hold of her wrists.
Elle pouted. “In a rush to get home? I wouldn’t be. You’d probably want the wife to cool down first.”
“Cool down?” he growled. “What did you do? If you hurt her -”
“Not like that, Bennet! I may have just asked her a question that I doubt she saw the humor in.”
“You went to my home? You talked to my wife?!”
“I told you, I missed you. I went to talk to you and she told me you were away on a business trip, I knew that had to be here so I was on the next plane.”
“What did you say to her?” He was nearly crushing her wrists then, but she hardly seemed to notice.
“I might have asked if you like for her to shock you when you’re about to orgasm,” she beamed. She really wasn’t someone he wanted to piss off, it was about time he learned that. It was then she let some electricity crackle between her fingers enough to distract him. The last thing he would need after that was a singed suit.
Her plan worked and he released his hold. He was too angry to say anything more than, “Now.” Soon he was dragging her down the hall and proving just how incapable he was of rational thinking when he threw her into an empty cell and followed her. It was for the best really considering if he had been talking to her through bulletproof glass there was a good chance anyone else who cared to would hear their conversation.
“A cell, Bennet?” she grinned. “Thank God, I knew I couldn’t be the only one missing our play time,” she went on as she strode back towards him.
“You have no idea what you’ve done,” he spat.
“No, you have no idea what you’ve done. You thought you could just use me for a fuck toy. Sorry, Bennet, it doesn’t work that way. It’s a two-way street whether you like it or not. I never told anyone because I liked it, fuck, I loved it. That’s why I’m here now, you couldn’t do that to me every day and think that it wouldn’t come back to bite you in the ass.”
“You want me? That’s what this is? You want to punish me for convincing Angela to keep you on here? For having a life outside of The Company? For having a family that doesn’t include you?”
“You can’t just throw me away, Bennet. You know I never stay away for long,” she shot back before plastering her body to his and crushing his lips against hers. He wasn’t kissing her back, but she wasn’t letting go. Giving up wasn’t an option.
Finally Noah put his hands to her hips and pushed her far enough back. “It’s over, Elle. You had your fun and I have half a mind to tell Angela you’re here. I’m sure she’ll be as thrilled as I am to see you.”
“Somehow I doubt that,” she panted. “Angela and I never, not even kinda, did the things you and I have. You what I want and you know I won’t stop until I have it.” With that electricity was crackling between her fingers again. She really wouldn’t take no for an answer and if she had to electrocute him into fucking her then she would do it. It had been that kind of a month. Her father was dead, Sylar was on the loose, Angela was against her and now she had lost Noah. At least of the one she could potentially have back, she was thankful it was this one despite how difficult Noah was making it.
“This is what you want?” he asked, his voice low once more as he closed the gap between them and walked until her back was against the wall.
“Isn’t that what I’ve been saying the whole time that I’ve been here?” she shot back.
He still had his gun, it was loaded and at his hip. Why in hell didn’t he have it in him to use it? One shot and he would never have to deal with this again. But then on the other hand, if he took that shot he knew he would never forgive himself. Not for taking her life, but for taking part of his own. There was at least one thing he needed her for.
“If we do this, we do it my way,” he stated, now keeping his voice controlled.
“You always were the boss,” she smiled up at him. She would finally get what she wanted, finally be able to have some sense of herself back, finally have the only man she wanted moving deep within her again. She was already shaking in the anticipation of it.
Partly for show and partly because he still felt the need to take something apart with his bare hands, her shirt torn open with in seconds and discarded to who knew where. Her pants were only seconds behind and despite the circumstances he couldn’t help a brief smile at the fact she wasn’t wearing panties. She really did have this planned.
“I know how you hate wasted time,” she smirked at the sight of that smile.
“My way, Elle,” he reminded her darkly. When she didn’t reply with anything more than raising her hands to the wall behind her, he lifted her left leg to his hip and plunged his middle fingers into her. She was so hot and so wet already and yet he was the one having to bite back a groan. Already he wanted to feel that tightness around him again.
Elle knew better than to let him see or hear how much she was enjoying this. Not only was she getting her way be he was most definitely a man who knew how to use his hands. She feel the energy building in her, she hadn’t had a decent release in weeks. This would finally be her day, she knew. She just had to pace herself.
Noah fought to avoid her eyes, he refused to be reminded of what she did to him. Of course the tightening of his pants was much more difficult to ignore, but he was determined to stay in control. He was doing this because he wanted to, not because of her insistence. Not because he had missed her, not because his body was desperate now to feel hers again but because of the control he had when he had her against him. That was one of the many things he kept telling himself to keep from throwing her to the cell floor and ravaging her worse than he had in months. Especially given that was exactly what she seemed to be after.
“Harder,” she finally moaned, twisting her hips against his hand. It had been way too long. She needed so much more.
With that he withdrew his slick fingers and looked to her. Still panting, her chest heaving, her eyes as needful as ever, her body burning in desire and he could tell she was already beginning to lose slight control of her ability. It was about time to give her what she had come all this way for, he decided.
“Harder?” he asked.
“Like old times,” she pleaded, raising her arms to his shoulders. There were times he had bruised her, even a few that he had made her bleed. That was what she was begging for now. To be able to wake up in the morning and see the marks on her, to know for sure that this wasn’t just some vivid fantasy.
That was all Noah had needed to hear. He lifted her other leg and wrapped it around his hip, letting her cling to him like she had been wanting to do for too long. An instant later he undid his belt and fly, letting his hard cock spring free.
Feeling him so close to her, feeling his heat meeting her own, Elle slipped for the first time that day. She knew she had shocked him when she heard his groan. Deep and unmistakable, she was reminding him exactly of what he had been missing.
“I didn’t tell you to do that yet,” he stated as he held her closer, thrusting his full length into her within seconds. He was already too close, if she slipped again he knew she wouldn’t be the only one. This was the only true pleasure he knew. His ex-boss’ daughter, his former partner. Thinking of her wasn’t enough, imagining her still wasn’t enough now and more recently than he cared to remember he had even tried to pretend Sandra was her, not surprisingly it hadn’t worked.
But this? Gliding in and out of Elle here and now. Even describing it as overwhelming seemed to be an understatement.
As for Elle, she kept her back and shoulders pressed hard into the cement wall behind her, letting her hips move against Noah’s through their exquisite rhythm. Her back would be shredded by the end of this, but that thought only made her smile. Exactly what she wanted, proof that today had truly happened.
It wasn’t long before Noah let one of his hands venture over the younger woman’s body. Tightly gripping and squeezing a breast through its lacy confines, slipping his fingers inside her bra and painfully squeezing a taut nipple, his cock only throbbing harder within her when she shrieked in pain and pleasure. He always had been determined to give what he got.
Elle was trembling against him, nearly slipping again, keeping her fingers curled over his shoulders as she clung to him. A tight squeeze of her ass in his other hand followed before he pulled her lower half completely against his and held her there for a moment. She quickly took the hint and lowered her legs just enough so they wrapped around his thighs, making sure there was even less space between them. He wanted to reclaim her, to further prove to them both that he owned her. She wasn’t about to deny him that.
She shrieked again when she felt him take her incredible sensitive clit between two of his fingers.
“Still want it harder, Elle?” he asked, staring down at her.
She couldn’t answer in words, her answer instead coming in the form of her canting back further against the wall as she moaned out and tightened around his buried dick.
Noah knew he was close, but he knew he couldn’t finish until Elle did what she did best. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” he growled as his hips forcefully met hers again.
“Thought you’d never ask,” she panted as she gripped his shoulders tighter with her palms flat against them for a change and released just enough electricity into him to hurt him the way he loved. She couldn’t have imagined he actually missed it.
It was his hiss of pleasure in the pain of it that sent Elle over the edge, almost missing it when Noah came with her. She knew then she had been right. She could make him want her again, she could make him want to keep her. All she had to do was be her true self.
The End
Rating: NC-17 for rough smut and language
Summary: Elle’s obsession with Bennet finally reaches a new extreme after Angela fires her from Primatech.
Spoilers: Up to 3x03
Disclaimer: Heroes is not owned by me, but by Tim Kring. I’m simply borrowing these characters for non-profit entertainment.
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“Hi,” Elle smiled when Sandra opened the door. “I’m not sure if you remember me, but I’m kind of a friend of Mr. Bennet’s. Any chance he’s here?”
“No, he’s not,” she answered. She had to think for a moment but she did remember the girl at her door. Of course the last time she had seen her she had been chained to a chair in her kitchen but she still remembered her. “Who are you?”
“I’m Elle. I used to work with Mr. Bennet and right now I really need to talk to him,” she smiled, strained now yes but still she had to keep things light. She knew she was crossing a line here, but she also knew she had Angela to blame for it. If she hadn’t fired her she would have known where Bennet was and her need to see him wouldn’t have gotten this out of hand.
For the majority of the time they had spent working together she had been his toy, not even his affair, just something for him to play with. He would find her when the mood struck, take what he wanted and leave. Elle never cared because she wanted him too and with a man like him she knew to be thankful for what she could get. If that meant a hard and fast fuck in an empty cell as opposed to something from her fantasies then so be it. At least she could say she had gotten to have Bennet.
“Well, I’m sorry, Elle but he’s away on a business trip,” Sandra told her, unsure just how much she should tell this young woman.
Elle scoffed. “Of course he is.” Not even in the right state, she scolded herself. She knew she should have gone back to The Company. Angela’s will be damned, this time she would be the one taking what she wanted. “When is he supposed to be back?” She wasn’t about to go to New York now if he was just going to be back within the next day.
“What is this about?” Sandra asked her. This girl was really seeming a little too interested in her husband for her liking.
“It’s business. Just, tell me, when is he supposed to be back. Tonight? Tomorrow?”
“In a week,” Sandra lied. She knew by then Noah would be off on another trip and she would have had time to tell him about this unsettling young woman asking about him.
“Alright, thanks.” Normally that would have been enough for Elle, but today she was still too angry. Angry that Bennet hadn’t chosen her, that she was no longer a Company Girl, that she really had no idea what she was supposed to do with her life, that she was all alone again and had to go to Bennet’s wife to try to find him. Misery did love company, she knew.
”One more thing,” Elle said as she began to step away. “Does he like for you to sort of shock him just before he comes or is that just for me?”
The look on Sandra’s face said it all. Not only did she feel she had been right about her suspicions of what Noah was really doing on those business trips, but the burn marks she had seen on his back, shoulders and hips suddenly made sense.
“I thought so,” she smiled before heading off. That really was just for her. So what if she had just ruined Bennet’s marriage? In her mind he was supposed to be hers anyway and if he wasn’t going to be back for a week then she was going to be on the next flight to reclaim what she had earned.
Still she smiled the whole way as she imagined her perfect scenario. Angela being angry at her return, angrier that she couldn’t do a thing to stop it once she had zapped a few guards. Noah finally realizing that she was the only one who could give him what he really wanted and needed. Maybe he would even be able to talk Angela into letting her come back to work with him. It was perfect.
Her plan was going smoothly so far, she mused as she walked through the building. The codes hadn’t been changed yet so no one thought anything was out of the ordinary as she went through the halls in search of Noah.
By then he and Sylar had returned from the bank and Angela was tending to her supposed son. After his conversation with The Haitian, Noah was making his way back through Level 5 himself, wanting to call it a day as soon as he could. Of course slamming right into another person in his hurry hadn’t been part of the plan but he had been too distracted.
“Sorry,” he stated as he moved to his right to keep walking.
“Don’t be,” Elle called. “I like having you up against me.” She was smirking when he turned back to her.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous. It sent a chill through her though hardly the kind he had hoped.
“I missed you,” she cooed as she moved close and put her hands to his lapels.
“Stop it,” he told her, taking tight hold of her wrists.
Elle pouted. “In a rush to get home? I wouldn’t be. You’d probably want the wife to cool down first.”
“Cool down?” he growled. “What did you do? If you hurt her -”
“Not like that, Bennet! I may have just asked her a question that I doubt she saw the humor in.”
“You went to my home? You talked to my wife?!”
“I told you, I missed you. I went to talk to you and she told me you were away on a business trip, I knew that had to be here so I was on the next plane.”
“What did you say to her?” He was nearly crushing her wrists then, but she hardly seemed to notice.
“I might have asked if you like for her to shock you when you’re about to orgasm,” she beamed. She really wasn’t someone he wanted to piss off, it was about time he learned that. It was then she let some electricity crackle between her fingers enough to distract him. The last thing he would need after that was a singed suit.
Her plan worked and he released his hold. He was too angry to say anything more than, “Now.” Soon he was dragging her down the hall and proving just how incapable he was of rational thinking when he threw her into an empty cell and followed her. It was for the best really considering if he had been talking to her through bulletproof glass there was a good chance anyone else who cared to would hear their conversation.
“A cell, Bennet?” she grinned. “Thank God, I knew I couldn’t be the only one missing our play time,” she went on as she strode back towards him.
“You have no idea what you’ve done,” he spat.
“No, you have no idea what you’ve done. You thought you could just use me for a fuck toy. Sorry, Bennet, it doesn’t work that way. It’s a two-way street whether you like it or not. I never told anyone because I liked it, fuck, I loved it. That’s why I’m here now, you couldn’t do that to me every day and think that it wouldn’t come back to bite you in the ass.”
“You want me? That’s what this is? You want to punish me for convincing Angela to keep you on here? For having a life outside of The Company? For having a family that doesn’t include you?”
“You can’t just throw me away, Bennet. You know I never stay away for long,” she shot back before plastering her body to his and crushing his lips against hers. He wasn’t kissing her back, but she wasn’t letting go. Giving up wasn’t an option.
Finally Noah put his hands to her hips and pushed her far enough back. “It’s over, Elle. You had your fun and I have half a mind to tell Angela you’re here. I’m sure she’ll be as thrilled as I am to see you.”
“Somehow I doubt that,” she panted. “Angela and I never, not even kinda, did the things you and I have. You what I want and you know I won’t stop until I have it.” With that electricity was crackling between her fingers again. She really wouldn’t take no for an answer and if she had to electrocute him into fucking her then she would do it. It had been that kind of a month. Her father was dead, Sylar was on the loose, Angela was against her and now she had lost Noah. At least of the one she could potentially have back, she was thankful it was this one despite how difficult Noah was making it.
“This is what you want?” he asked, his voice low once more as he closed the gap between them and walked until her back was against the wall.
“Isn’t that what I’ve been saying the whole time that I’ve been here?” she shot back.
He still had his gun, it was loaded and at his hip. Why in hell didn’t he have it in him to use it? One shot and he would never have to deal with this again. But then on the other hand, if he took that shot he knew he would never forgive himself. Not for taking her life, but for taking part of his own. There was at least one thing he needed her for.
“If we do this, we do it my way,” he stated, now keeping his voice controlled.
“You always were the boss,” she smiled up at him. She would finally get what she wanted, finally be able to have some sense of herself back, finally have the only man she wanted moving deep within her again. She was already shaking in the anticipation of it.
Partly for show and partly because he still felt the need to take something apart with his bare hands, her shirt torn open with in seconds and discarded to who knew where. Her pants were only seconds behind and despite the circumstances he couldn’t help a brief smile at the fact she wasn’t wearing panties. She really did have this planned.
“I know how you hate wasted time,” she smirked at the sight of that smile.
“My way, Elle,” he reminded her darkly. When she didn’t reply with anything more than raising her hands to the wall behind her, he lifted her left leg to his hip and plunged his middle fingers into her. She was so hot and so wet already and yet he was the one having to bite back a groan. Already he wanted to feel that tightness around him again.
Elle knew better than to let him see or hear how much she was enjoying this. Not only was she getting her way be he was most definitely a man who knew how to use his hands. She feel the energy building in her, she hadn’t had a decent release in weeks. This would finally be her day, she knew. She just had to pace herself.
Noah fought to avoid her eyes, he refused to be reminded of what she did to him. Of course the tightening of his pants was much more difficult to ignore, but he was determined to stay in control. He was doing this because he wanted to, not because of her insistence. Not because he had missed her, not because his body was desperate now to feel hers again but because of the control he had when he had her against him. That was one of the many things he kept telling himself to keep from throwing her to the cell floor and ravaging her worse than he had in months. Especially given that was exactly what she seemed to be after.
“Harder,” she finally moaned, twisting her hips against his hand. It had been way too long. She needed so much more.
With that he withdrew his slick fingers and looked to her. Still panting, her chest heaving, her eyes as needful as ever, her body burning in desire and he could tell she was already beginning to lose slight control of her ability. It was about time to give her what she had come all this way for, he decided.
“Harder?” he asked.
“Like old times,” she pleaded, raising her arms to his shoulders. There were times he had bruised her, even a few that he had made her bleed. That was what she was begging for now. To be able to wake up in the morning and see the marks on her, to know for sure that this wasn’t just some vivid fantasy.
That was all Noah had needed to hear. He lifted her other leg and wrapped it around his hip, letting her cling to him like she had been wanting to do for too long. An instant later he undid his belt and fly, letting his hard cock spring free.
Feeling him so close to her, feeling his heat meeting her own, Elle slipped for the first time that day. She knew she had shocked him when she heard his groan. Deep and unmistakable, she was reminding him exactly of what he had been missing.
“I didn’t tell you to do that yet,” he stated as he held her closer, thrusting his full length into her within seconds. He was already too close, if she slipped again he knew she wouldn’t be the only one. This was the only true pleasure he knew. His ex-boss’ daughter, his former partner. Thinking of her wasn’t enough, imagining her still wasn’t enough now and more recently than he cared to remember he had even tried to pretend Sandra was her, not surprisingly it hadn’t worked.
But this? Gliding in and out of Elle here and now. Even describing it as overwhelming seemed to be an understatement.
As for Elle, she kept her back and shoulders pressed hard into the cement wall behind her, letting her hips move against Noah’s through their exquisite rhythm. Her back would be shredded by the end of this, but that thought only made her smile. Exactly what she wanted, proof that today had truly happened.
It wasn’t long before Noah let one of his hands venture over the younger woman’s body. Tightly gripping and squeezing a breast through its lacy confines, slipping his fingers inside her bra and painfully squeezing a taut nipple, his cock only throbbing harder within her when she shrieked in pain and pleasure. He always had been determined to give what he got.
Elle was trembling against him, nearly slipping again, keeping her fingers curled over his shoulders as she clung to him. A tight squeeze of her ass in his other hand followed before he pulled her lower half completely against his and held her there for a moment. She quickly took the hint and lowered her legs just enough so they wrapped around his thighs, making sure there was even less space between them. He wanted to reclaim her, to further prove to them both that he owned her. She wasn’t about to deny him that.
She shrieked again when she felt him take her incredible sensitive clit between two of his fingers.
“Still want it harder, Elle?” he asked, staring down at her.
She couldn’t answer in words, her answer instead coming in the form of her canting back further against the wall as she moaned out and tightened around his buried dick.
Noah knew he was close, but he knew he couldn’t finish until Elle did what she did best. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” he growled as his hips forcefully met hers again.
“Thought you’d never ask,” she panted as she gripped his shoulders tighter with her palms flat against them for a change and released just enough electricity into him to hurt him the way he loved. She couldn’t have imagined he actually missed it.
It was his hiss of pleasure in the pain of it that sent Elle over the edge, almost missing it when Noah came with her. She knew then she had been right. She could make him want her again, she could make him want to keep her. All she had to do was be her true self.
The End