Midnight Stakeout Confessions
Title: Midnight Stakeout Confessions
Summary: While on a stakeout with Bennet, Elle finds another reason to enjoy being a bit of a voyeur.
Rating: NC-17 for voyeuristic intentions and van!sex
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Heroes is not owned by me, but by Tim Kring. I’m simply borrowing these characters for non-profit entertainment.
A/N: I know I promised cracktastic van sex and you may still get it, but this time something else kinda sprang to mind. Oh, and apologies in advance for some plot getting into my porn…
~~
Noah had left Elle in charge of watching the monitors while he had headed out to get their dinner. Elle had rolled her eyes when he admitted that he didn’t trust her with the dinner run after she had nearly electrocuted the delivery boy the last time when they were at a motel. She had ordered extra black olives, barely a handful had seemed to be on the pizza. Needless to say Elle wasn’t pleased. If Noah hadn’t come into the room when he had there would have been yet another problem to deal with.
As it was now they were back on van duty, which she already hated but at least this special didn’t seem to be making her do too much. He was a fire starter who had been suspected of a string of recent arsons downtown. Tonight it seemed to be up to her and Bennet to put his fire out once and for all if he was indeed the one responsible.
Elle sighed as she watched the man lift his television remote and click a few buttons. She wished she could change the channel herself, so far this was about as exciting as watching paint dry. Though her curiosity was piqued a few moments later when she watched their target lower the fly of his jeans and pull his hardening cock out. She always had been a bit of a voyeur after all, what else could she be after so long on surveillance duty?
She settled back against the side of the van and watched while trying to ignore the growing need between her own legs. Bennet would be back any second, she knew she couldn’t let him catch her that way. If she didn’t die from the embarrassment she knew she would never hear the end of it. Sure enough, far too soon in her mind, she heard the van doors to her left open.
“Egg rolls for the lady?” Noah asked as he climbed in.
“Yeah,” she croaked, shaking herself from her heated thoughts. She was thankful it was night, he would have seen her flushed features for sure otherwise. As it was she could only hope that food might take her mind off of what was on the screens. And maybe if she was really lucky Bennet wouldn’t even look over to the monitors until after their target had finished himself off.
No such luck she soon realized. “What have we here?” Noah asked as he maneuvered back to his original seat in the van. “Someone have a movie rental?”
“Huh?” she asked, fearful he was assuming it was something of hers. Her thoughts still too clouded to render her anything but paranoid.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t notice our friend here taking some matters into his own hands.”
“That,” she stated, trying to sound disgusted. “Maybe next time you should let me pick up the food after all. I doubt what I’d see out there would be worse than this.”
He heard her, but he also watched as she shifted in her seat, her food still untouched in its bag on the floor. Uncomfortable, surely. Horny? He almost laughed. Was it possible? Not-so-little Elle Bishop actually horny? Come to think of it Noah did know she rarely got out, certainly didn’t have typical dates but he had assumed something had happened in the past between her and Adam or Peter. Yet here and now he couldn’t help but wonder.
“Care for a better view?” Noah asked her finally, unable to keep from enjoying this.
“What?” she asked, ready to punch him. Sure she could have zapped him, but she wanted something a little more personal given this form of mocking. Bennet having to admit, even to himself, he got beaten up by a girl would do wonders for her self-esteem right then. She needed relief and it was obvious she wouldn’t even have the slightest chance for hours.
“You were really enjoying this, weren’t you?” She shifted again when their target’s first audible moan of the night came through the speakers. Noah took that, and her subsequent glare, as his answer. “This guy hardly strikes me as your type, Elle.”
“It’s not that,” she quickly replied. It was true. When it came to watching, the men’s body types didn’t typically factor in. Just hearing their moans, watching their dicks gliding through their clenched fists or throbbing freely just moments before they come. Even the mere thought was too much for her right then.
“Then what?” He was genuinely intrigued now.
“I just kinda like to watch,” she admitted. No, she wasn’t exactly thinking clearly but at the same time she knew she would never get out of having to tell him now.
“Watch?” Another moan from their target was heard and that time Elle nearly groaned in her frustration at the situation she was stuck in.
“Daddy’s had me doing surveillance for the last few years. Enough guys, enough lonely nights in cells, what else are they gonna do? And most of those nights -”
“Watching them turns you on,” he mused as he slid closer to her.
“What are you doing?” she asked, pulling away slightly as he curled an arm around her.
“Offering to put you out of your misery,” he smiled.
“To shoot me?”
He chuckled. “No, Elle.” He licked his lips and moved closer still while raising his other hand and resting it on her thigh. “I’m offering my assistance.”
“You can quit mocking me. It’s not funny.” She was ready to scream. She hadn’t been able to really have a moment alone in a week and now Bennet was making fun of her. Just great.
“I’m not mocking you. I’m telling you what I’m offering to do for you.” With that he pressed the fingertips of his right hand to the seam of her jeans, pressing in at just the right spot to make her bite her lip to keep from moaning. He knew then just how serious she had been, not to mention how much she did seem to need this, as he could feel her wet heat pooling even through the thick denim material.
“Why are you doing this to me?” she groaned even as her hips tried to twist against his hand, difficult given that she was still seated but certainly not impossible.
“Would I be right in thinking I was one of those men locked away in a cell that you watched late at night?” What better way could he ask if she thought about him like this given the circumstances?
“I had to. Daddy’s orders.”
“You know what I mean, Elle,” he murmured against the shell of her ear. “Those nights that I missed being home, wishing I had someone with me.” He pressed the seam against her again and reveled in her subsequent groan.
“Yes,” she hissed as he took his hand back.
“And did you like what you saw?”
“Yes,” she sighed as she rocked her hips forward, desperate for that blissful friction again.
“Do you want more?” he asked her, this time waiting for her reply before touching her again. Manipulative, perhaps but then that was his job. He may as well have fun with it for once. Lord knew he had wanted her long enough, had been fantasizing about her those nights when he was in that damn cell. And now that he knew she had been watching him, fingering herself all the while, he knew she was his.
“What about -” she had to catch her breath and it wasn’t easy, “our assignment?”
Noah glanced back to the monitors. “Doesn’t look like he’s going anywhere for a while. And I wouldn’t guess we are either.”
“Bennet,” she moaned, her hips rocking forward again, her body desperate for relief.
“I’m here, Elle,” he smiled as he gently laid her down on the van floor. It was cramped, for someone his size at least, but it was the best they could do and Elle only complained more when he wasn’t touching her.
Her jeans and drenched panties were off and tossed aside within seconds, Noah fighting to ignore the near painful throbbing in his own pants as he lowered himself between his partner’s legs and hooked them over his shoulders.
“I dreamt of this back in that cell,” he admitted, his lips just a breath away from her wet heat.
“Me?” she asked, trying to keep still, not wanting to shove his head against her. Though the thought was certainly more than tempting.
“Every bit of you,” he answered before dipping his tongue into her opening, finally able to taste her as he had been wishing for years he could. And with that first taste he was convinced. She was not only perfect, but now utterly his.
Elle gasped, woozy almost in her longing. She was so close, almost too close and yet so far. She moaned again when she felt Noah’s tongue broadly lick her core, upwards finally to her clit. Yet when he pursed his lips around the button of nerves she nearly shrieked.
Noah knew he couldn’t take much more himself. One hand was firmly at her hip while the other went to work undoing his pants. Finally he groaned against her when his straining cock was free from its confines. Still her hips twisted beneath him, Elle obviously never wanting him to stop and he couldn’t help but smile just slightly at her groan of protest when he pulled away and lowered her legs back to the van floor.
“I should’ve known you were doing this to torture me,” she muttered.
“I only torture as much as you do, Elle. I promised I would make this better for you and I intend to keep that promise.”
“Then why’d you stop?”
He leaned down over her, supporting his weight on his forearms at either side of her head. “To finish this right,” came his husky reply as he let the tip of his rigid dick glide along her sopping folds.
Elle sighed and parted her legs wider. She had wanted him for years, years longer than he had even toyed with the idea of taking her. And now here they were, just seconds from changing the way they would see and think of the other for all time.
He slid into her slowly but without more warning than he had already given and they both moaned at the sensation. Elle’s body accepting his invasion, her muscles perfectly molding around him, his cock only throbbing harder now that he was finally inside of the girl he had wanted for so long.
Neither cared they wouldn’t last long. That was what had gotten them to this point after all. Their shared need and that continued to be fueled with every thrust. Elle clung to him in every way, even slightly hindering Noah’s pullbacks.
She was so tight Noah thought for sure he might lose his mind just from this. Taking his superior’s virgin daughter? She really was his now and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Thrusting deep into her once, twice, three times more he could already feel her begin to come undone. Her muscles coiling, her gasps growing sharper, her hips raising to meet his quicker. Still he wasn’t completely selfish, especially not when it came to her now. Lowering a hand between them he once again smiled at her near shriek of pleasure when he tenderly stroked her clit.
Elle couldn’t hang on, her control was slipping in every sense and she knew what could happen if she tried holding back much longer. Her whole body began to tremble and before she even knew it she gave another long, low moan before the wave hit her and the tremors racked her small frame.
Noah was only a second behind, his guttural groan being as intoxicating to Elle as each of her sighs and moans had been to him. Still he thrust into her, slower but still deep and steady, wanting to memorize the feel of her wrapped so tightly around him, her core throbbing with his and as blissfully calm moments later.
“Did you really think about me?” Elle asked when she finally mustered the strength to speak again, watching as Noah tucked himself back into his pants.
“Back in the cell?” he asked as she reached for her jeans.
“Yeah.”
“And every night that I’ve been back home since,” he nodded.
She only smiled. Maybe he wouldn’t ever be completely hers, but she knew she at least had some special place in his heart or mind or both. Something that made her special to him on some level. Something that at least made him want her, crave her, need her. It was nice to know that the feeling was mutual given how much she had been needing him and for how long.
They spent the rest of the stakeout close to each other’s side, both trying to fight off sleep for as long as they could despite suddenly being in great need of it. Wordlessly they agreed that next time they would making use of their motel stay at their next overnight assignment.
The End
Summary: While on a stakeout with Bennet, Elle finds another reason to enjoy being a bit of a voyeur.
Rating: NC-17 for voyeuristic intentions and van!sex
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Heroes is not owned by me, but by Tim Kring. I’m simply borrowing these characters for non-profit entertainment.
A/N: I know I promised cracktastic van sex and you may still get it, but this time something else kinda sprang to mind. Oh, and apologies in advance for some plot getting into my porn…
~~
Noah had left Elle in charge of watching the monitors while he had headed out to get their dinner. Elle had rolled her eyes when he admitted that he didn’t trust her with the dinner run after she had nearly electrocuted the delivery boy the last time when they were at a motel. She had ordered extra black olives, barely a handful had seemed to be on the pizza. Needless to say Elle wasn’t pleased. If Noah hadn’t come into the room when he had there would have been yet another problem to deal with.
As it was now they were back on van duty, which she already hated but at least this special didn’t seem to be making her do too much. He was a fire starter who had been suspected of a string of recent arsons downtown. Tonight it seemed to be up to her and Bennet to put his fire out once and for all if he was indeed the one responsible.
Elle sighed as she watched the man lift his television remote and click a few buttons. She wished she could change the channel herself, so far this was about as exciting as watching paint dry. Though her curiosity was piqued a few moments later when she watched their target lower the fly of his jeans and pull his hardening cock out. She always had been a bit of a voyeur after all, what else could she be after so long on surveillance duty?
She settled back against the side of the van and watched while trying to ignore the growing need between her own legs. Bennet would be back any second, she knew she couldn’t let him catch her that way. If she didn’t die from the embarrassment she knew she would never hear the end of it. Sure enough, far too soon in her mind, she heard the van doors to her left open.
“Egg rolls for the lady?” Noah asked as he climbed in.
“Yeah,” she croaked, shaking herself from her heated thoughts. She was thankful it was night, he would have seen her flushed features for sure otherwise. As it was she could only hope that food might take her mind off of what was on the screens. And maybe if she was really lucky Bennet wouldn’t even look over to the monitors until after their target had finished himself off.
No such luck she soon realized. “What have we here?” Noah asked as he maneuvered back to his original seat in the van. “Someone have a movie rental?”
“Huh?” she asked, fearful he was assuming it was something of hers. Her thoughts still too clouded to render her anything but paranoid.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t notice our friend here taking some matters into his own hands.”
“That,” she stated, trying to sound disgusted. “Maybe next time you should let me pick up the food after all. I doubt what I’d see out there would be worse than this.”
He heard her, but he also watched as she shifted in her seat, her food still untouched in its bag on the floor. Uncomfortable, surely. Horny? He almost laughed. Was it possible? Not-so-little Elle Bishop actually horny? Come to think of it Noah did know she rarely got out, certainly didn’t have typical dates but he had assumed something had happened in the past between her and Adam or Peter. Yet here and now he couldn’t help but wonder.
“Care for a better view?” Noah asked her finally, unable to keep from enjoying this.
“What?” she asked, ready to punch him. Sure she could have zapped him, but she wanted something a little more personal given this form of mocking. Bennet having to admit, even to himself, he got beaten up by a girl would do wonders for her self-esteem right then. She needed relief and it was obvious she wouldn’t even have the slightest chance for hours.
“You were really enjoying this, weren’t you?” She shifted again when their target’s first audible moan of the night came through the speakers. Noah took that, and her subsequent glare, as his answer. “This guy hardly strikes me as your type, Elle.”
“It’s not that,” she quickly replied. It was true. When it came to watching, the men’s body types didn’t typically factor in. Just hearing their moans, watching their dicks gliding through their clenched fists or throbbing freely just moments before they come. Even the mere thought was too much for her right then.
“Then what?” He was genuinely intrigued now.
“I just kinda like to watch,” she admitted. No, she wasn’t exactly thinking clearly but at the same time she knew she would never get out of having to tell him now.
“Watch?” Another moan from their target was heard and that time Elle nearly groaned in her frustration at the situation she was stuck in.
“Daddy’s had me doing surveillance for the last few years. Enough guys, enough lonely nights in cells, what else are they gonna do? And most of those nights -”
“Watching them turns you on,” he mused as he slid closer to her.
“What are you doing?” she asked, pulling away slightly as he curled an arm around her.
“Offering to put you out of your misery,” he smiled.
“To shoot me?”
He chuckled. “No, Elle.” He licked his lips and moved closer still while raising his other hand and resting it on her thigh. “I’m offering my assistance.”
“You can quit mocking me. It’s not funny.” She was ready to scream. She hadn’t been able to really have a moment alone in a week and now Bennet was making fun of her. Just great.
“I’m not mocking you. I’m telling you what I’m offering to do for you.” With that he pressed the fingertips of his right hand to the seam of her jeans, pressing in at just the right spot to make her bite her lip to keep from moaning. He knew then just how serious she had been, not to mention how much she did seem to need this, as he could feel her wet heat pooling even through the thick denim material.
“Why are you doing this to me?” she groaned even as her hips tried to twist against his hand, difficult given that she was still seated but certainly not impossible.
“Would I be right in thinking I was one of those men locked away in a cell that you watched late at night?” What better way could he ask if she thought about him like this given the circumstances?
“I had to. Daddy’s orders.”
“You know what I mean, Elle,” he murmured against the shell of her ear. “Those nights that I missed being home, wishing I had someone with me.” He pressed the seam against her again and reveled in her subsequent groan.
“Yes,” she hissed as he took his hand back.
“And did you like what you saw?”
“Yes,” she sighed as she rocked her hips forward, desperate for that blissful friction again.
“Do you want more?” he asked her, this time waiting for her reply before touching her again. Manipulative, perhaps but then that was his job. He may as well have fun with it for once. Lord knew he had wanted her long enough, had been fantasizing about her those nights when he was in that damn cell. And now that he knew she had been watching him, fingering herself all the while, he knew she was his.
“What about -” she had to catch her breath and it wasn’t easy, “our assignment?”
Noah glanced back to the monitors. “Doesn’t look like he’s going anywhere for a while. And I wouldn’t guess we are either.”
“Bennet,” she moaned, her hips rocking forward again, her body desperate for relief.
“I’m here, Elle,” he smiled as he gently laid her down on the van floor. It was cramped, for someone his size at least, but it was the best they could do and Elle only complained more when he wasn’t touching her.
Her jeans and drenched panties were off and tossed aside within seconds, Noah fighting to ignore the near painful throbbing in his own pants as he lowered himself between his partner’s legs and hooked them over his shoulders.
“I dreamt of this back in that cell,” he admitted, his lips just a breath away from her wet heat.
“Me?” she asked, trying to keep still, not wanting to shove his head against her. Though the thought was certainly more than tempting.
“Every bit of you,” he answered before dipping his tongue into her opening, finally able to taste her as he had been wishing for years he could. And with that first taste he was convinced. She was not only perfect, but now utterly his.
Elle gasped, woozy almost in her longing. She was so close, almost too close and yet so far. She moaned again when she felt Noah’s tongue broadly lick her core, upwards finally to her clit. Yet when he pursed his lips around the button of nerves she nearly shrieked.
Noah knew he couldn’t take much more himself. One hand was firmly at her hip while the other went to work undoing his pants. Finally he groaned against her when his straining cock was free from its confines. Still her hips twisted beneath him, Elle obviously never wanting him to stop and he couldn’t help but smile just slightly at her groan of protest when he pulled away and lowered her legs back to the van floor.
“I should’ve known you were doing this to torture me,” she muttered.
“I only torture as much as you do, Elle. I promised I would make this better for you and I intend to keep that promise.”
“Then why’d you stop?”
He leaned down over her, supporting his weight on his forearms at either side of her head. “To finish this right,” came his husky reply as he let the tip of his rigid dick glide along her sopping folds.
Elle sighed and parted her legs wider. She had wanted him for years, years longer than he had even toyed with the idea of taking her. And now here they were, just seconds from changing the way they would see and think of the other for all time.
He slid into her slowly but without more warning than he had already given and they both moaned at the sensation. Elle’s body accepting his invasion, her muscles perfectly molding around him, his cock only throbbing harder now that he was finally inside of the girl he had wanted for so long.
Neither cared they wouldn’t last long. That was what had gotten them to this point after all. Their shared need and that continued to be fueled with every thrust. Elle clung to him in every way, even slightly hindering Noah’s pullbacks.
She was so tight Noah thought for sure he might lose his mind just from this. Taking his superior’s virgin daughter? She really was his now and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Thrusting deep into her once, twice, three times more he could already feel her begin to come undone. Her muscles coiling, her gasps growing sharper, her hips raising to meet his quicker. Still he wasn’t completely selfish, especially not when it came to her now. Lowering a hand between them he once again smiled at her near shriek of pleasure when he tenderly stroked her clit.
Elle couldn’t hang on, her control was slipping in every sense and she knew what could happen if she tried holding back much longer. Her whole body began to tremble and before she even knew it she gave another long, low moan before the wave hit her and the tremors racked her small frame.
Noah was only a second behind, his guttural groan being as intoxicating to Elle as each of her sighs and moans had been to him. Still he thrust into her, slower but still deep and steady, wanting to memorize the feel of her wrapped so tightly around him, her core throbbing with his and as blissfully calm moments later.
“Did you really think about me?” Elle asked when she finally mustered the strength to speak again, watching as Noah tucked himself back into his pants.
“Back in the cell?” he asked as she reached for her jeans.
“Yeah.”
“And every night that I’ve been back home since,” he nodded.
She only smiled. Maybe he wouldn’t ever be completely hers, but she knew she at least had some special place in his heart or mind or both. Something that made her special to him on some level. Something that at least made him want her, crave her, need her. It was nice to know that the feeling was mutual given how much she had been needing him and for how long.
They spent the rest of the stakeout close to each other’s side, both trying to fight off sleep for as long as they could despite suddenly being in great need of it. Wordlessly they agreed that next time they would making use of their motel stay at their next overnight assignment.
The End