La Petite Mort (fic)
Author: Razycrandomgirl
Title: La Petite Mort
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 245
Characters/Pairings: Claire/Sylar (OMG)
Disclaimer: Don’t own. Kring can have it.
Spoilers/Time Line: The Invisible Thread (maybe)
Summery: Sylar moved the spot ..
Author’s Notes: Talking to bellonablackgave me late night smutty thoughts about creepy fucked up Sylaire *hides* this is for her! She made me do it! Also the part about moving the spot, all her idea! lol. unbeta'd
Heroes15 prompt "Desperation"
Sylar perforated into her. She moaned thrusting her hips up to meet his. He shifted his weight onto his hands pushing at that spot ... there. Claire cried out beneath him. Her fingers digging bloody rivets into his skin. Sylar pushed again and Claire bucked harder. Breath caught in his throat, he seized, sweat dripping, head spinning. He rocked harder into her. Claire's hand grasped in his hair and wrenched it savagely.
"Harder you spineless, choirboy! Fuck it! What's wrong?" she gasped, and tears where in her eyes, but she was still moving against him. "Are you afraid,is that it? That's why you did it right?" She jerked her hips up and Sylar felt like was sinking. The light was dying all around him.
Claire smacked his ass when she felt him slow. She giggled beneath him, calling him a coward, a fake, a nothing and he grabbed her hips and fucked as hard as he could against that spot.
His unrelenting pace didn't slow as he felt himself dying inside of her. She clenched and pulled and knew just how to do it. They played the game so many times and Claire had figured it out. Figured him out. She knew about the "sweet spot" and where he'd put it. Inside of her. She was carrying his weakness inside of her and using his own body to exploit it. Why not? He couldn't resist her. He wouldn't.
She was the perfect drug.
Title: La Petite Mort
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 245
Characters/Pairings: Claire/Sylar (OMG)
Disclaimer: Don’t own. Kring can have it.
Spoilers/Time Line: The Invisible Thread (maybe)
Summery: Sylar moved the spot ..
Author’s Notes: Talking to bellonablackgave me late night smutty thoughts about creepy fucked up Sylaire *hides* this is for her! She made me do it! Also the part about moving the spot, all her idea! lol. unbeta'd
Heroes15 prompt "Desperation"
Sylar perforated into her. She moaned thrusting her hips up to meet his. He shifted his weight onto his hands pushing at that spot ... there. Claire cried out beneath him. Her fingers digging bloody rivets into his skin. Sylar pushed again and Claire bucked harder. Breath caught in his throat, he seized, sweat dripping, head spinning. He rocked harder into her. Claire's hand grasped in his hair and wrenched it savagely.
"Harder you spineless, choirboy! Fuck it! What's wrong?" she gasped, and tears where in her eyes, but she was still moving against him. "Are you afraid,is that it? That's why you did it right?" She jerked her hips up and Sylar felt like was sinking. The light was dying all around him.
Claire smacked his ass when she felt him slow. She giggled beneath him, calling him a coward, a fake, a nothing and he grabbed her hips and fucked as hard as he could against that spot.
His unrelenting pace didn't slow as he felt himself dying inside of her. She clenched and pulled and knew just how to do it. They played the game so many times and Claire had figured it out. Figured him out. She knew about the "sweet spot" and where he'd put it. Inside of her. She was carrying his weakness inside of her and using his own body to exploit it. Why not? He couldn't resist her. He wouldn't.
She was the perfect drug.