Blue Little Sparks; Charred Sheets - Elle/Lex - Heroes/Smallville - PG13
Title: Blue Little Sparks
Fandoms: Heroes/Smallville
Characters/Pairings: Elle Bishop/Lex Luthor
Rating: pg13
Warnings/Spoilers: n/a
Summary: She shows him her sparks; special little things that at once have his attention.
She shows him her sparks; special little things that at once have his attention.
The poor little girl in her (all of her) starts to fall in love.
Cold expression sets her heart aflame.
“Do you love me?” she whispers, sparks flickering in her palm.
He tears his gaze from her hand, blue reflected in otherwise blackness.
“Every special thing,” he replies coolly.
He’d found her, shivering and twitching; blue flames across her body.
She slept besides him, naked and sated; smile on her face.
A long forgotten expression of hers; not the usual flirting of an agent.
His hand is cool on her face; fingers trace the perfect curve of a scar.
Anger boils and he wonders why; she’s just a pet, a thing.
Tears stream down her face, she fights against the restraints.
Currents surge into her body; stronger then her own; sick pleas.
“I love you,” she whispers, weak and spent.
He pats her head in response, fingers cool on her temple.
“I know, just a little longer,” he promises.
She allows herself to be strapped to the steel table, bruises formed on her wrists.
Eyes are clenched shut; don’t allow weakness to show.
Lying in her bed, she smirks at the small hidden camera.
The door opens and body pulls itself up.
“You came,” she marvels, lips captured in a hard kiss.
Hands wrap in blond locks, hard and crushing.
Flesh is hot against flesh; she groans.
Sparks, once and twice; tastes blood in her mouth.
He loved her; loved her, loved her.
She was all his; a little pet; roles reversed.
Smiling at his unguarded expression, she wrapped her arms around his waist.
“I love you,” she whispers, into his back.
He doesn’t reply, never replies.
Just asks her to show him; show them.
Strapped to a table; she lets sparks fly.
Title: Charred Sheets
Fandoms: Heroes/Smallville
Characters/Pairings: Elle Bishop/Lex Luthor
Rating: pg13
Warnings/Spoilers: n/a
Summary: She lazily shocks him.
“I don’t recall offering to protect you,” is his tart reply to her flirtation.
Pouting, she swung her legs off of his desk, landing softly on the ground.
Tilting her head up, she smirked.
“Well, Mister Luthor, I’m certain I could offer you protection. Lots of people seem to want you dead, with good reason,” she remarked, hand running up his sleeve.
Batting her hand away, he gazed down at the small woman before him.
The only type of job he would have for her…wouldn’t be one he needed to advertise for.
“How did you even get in here? I’ll call security if needed,” he threatened, hand reaching for the phone.
A muttered bang and the phone drops to the floor, still smoking.
He looks up, crackling electricity held in her hand like a toy.
And that is how he came to have a need for Elle Bishop.
She stands on the edge of the yacht, nervous.
“I’m like a cat with water,” she jokes, holding tight to the railing.
He hardly cares; this should work as a good out of lab experiment.
His hand shoots out; she lets out a scream as she disappears under the murky surface.
Electricity blooms; a light covering of dew almost.
Yacht engine stalls, than stops.
Sparks come to life on the railing of the ship and he steps back.
He steps back and grins; smiles like he’s a little boy once again.
She shivers like a rat; blanket pulled closer to her body.
Electricity shocks her every few seconds, and she struggles to not let out small whimpers of pain.
He watches amused, and decides he should pretend compassion.
“You’ll be okay Elle, I’m so sorry,” he murmurs into her ear.
She only shocks him, dangerously strong.
He feels his heart skip a beat and blood shrieks in his head.
She kisses him; lips dry and cracked.
He stands still as she wraps her arms around him, tries to make him respond.
It’s only when she shocks him that he returns the embrace with fever.
Sheets are charred and she breathes heavily, satisfied smile on her face.
“I don’t think you offer the best protection,” she jokes, laughs out loudly.
He glares at the wall, doesn’t look at her.
She lazily shocks him.