Chance Encounters
Title: Chance Encounters
Rating: NC-17 for smut
Prompt: All I Wanna Do is Make Love to You by Heart. And lightning.
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: Really I’d had this fic idea on the back burner for a while, but the Lightning challenge over at
sylaire_chall gave me an excuse to write it, so yay lol.
~~
Claire hadn’t known exactly when, or even why, she had started this long, lonely drive. She only knew she couldn’t bear to stay in that house for another minute.
The fights with her husband were becoming too routine and she had begun to forget what made her fall in love with him in the first place. That was assuming she had ever loved him to begin with.
Friends had told her in the past that if a person was capable of falling out of love with someone that it meant they never loved them at all. She chose to ignore that, not wanting to believe it. But that didn’t change that her heart did still belong to someone else.
After all he had sure saved her more times than she cared to admit. And he had been on her mind more and more of late. She couldn’t even see Sylar as a monster anymore. For one thing he hadn’t tried to attack her in almost fifteen years. And not when she thought of the man she had married. Even on a good day he seemed to be worse than Sylar ever was. The fact he wasn’t a special didn’t matter. The fact he wasn’t a killer didn’t matter either. He was still hurtful and downright cruel.
By now the rain was falling in heavy sheets and she had turned the radio up to mask the sounds of the roaring thunder. She couldn’t ignore the lightning though, blinding blue bolts that illuminated the otherwise black night sky.
Claire would briefly smile as it reminded her of home. After her mother had left her father and Elle had moved in at least. She had never gotten used to Elle’s occasional power surges and ten years later she still cringed at knowing what most often caused them. Maybe Noah wasn’t her biological father but it still carried a certain ick factor for her.
Soon all that could shake her from her thoughts appeared. Walking along the side of the road through the driving rain was a man. She knew his black clothes and steady pace in an instant.
“Need a ride?” Claire called out to him, her window rolled down, hardly noticing the water cascading into the passenger side.
“Claire,” he smiled.
“Get in,” she told him. It didn’t matter if he still had her ability and didn’t have a chance at catching his death of cold. Or even by being hit by a car. To her he was nearly like any other man, stranded in the rain with no umbrella and not even a real coat.
Sylar almost laughed as he climbed into the car. They weren’t friends really, but they weren’t trying to kill each other either anymore. That was good enough for them.
“Where are you headed?” she asked.
“North. What are you doing all the way out here after midnight?”
“Just needed to get away,” she sighed.
“Problems with the mister?” he smirked.
“No,” she snapped. He was the last person she wanted to talk to about what really had her out tonight.
The tingle, he knew she was lying. He could have called her on it, but he knew he didn’t have to. He knew her too well and they both knew it.
Part of Claire admittedly wanted some kind of revenge. Something to prove that she could still do what she wanted when she wanted and didn’t need her husband’s approval. He considered her to be a slut anyway. He had been accusing her for years of cheating on him. She may as well commit the crime for which she was being accused. She was in need of fun, of a way to let off steam and frustration and there was no one in the world better suited to help her with all of the above than the man seated beside her.
Lightning flashed again overhead and Claire caught sight of a motel sign.
“It’s really getting harder to see,” she commented.
She wasn’t lying, she Sylar asked, “What do you want to do then?”
“I just saw a sign. Is there somewhere you have to be right away or would you mind stopping there for the night?” She knew what she had in mind. All she needed was for him to agree.
Within minutes they were already inside of the dark room. And already they were losing themselves in a long overdue, ravenous kiss.
The rain pelted the door and windows, the harsh rumbles of thunder shook the motel, the lightning flashed again and again but all Claire and Sylar knew was that of their racing pulses, the feel of the other pressed against them and the fevered attempts at taking all the other was willing to offer.
Soon lips were exploring and clothes were tearing, falling to the floor only moments later while the exposed skin was caressed, kissed, suckled and or nipped.
Neither could deny the confirmation of one of their suspicions when he finally entered her with a groan. She was made for him and he for her.
Arching beneath him, Claire moaned out his name, her nails racked down his back and nearly drew blood instantly. Still his mouth never left her body. Panting breaths escaped her kiss-swollen lips while he delved deeper into her, harder with every stroke.
Sylar tried to stay in control of himself but given the responsiveness of her body as he took her other taut nipple between his lips and felt her tighten more around his buried cock, he knew he was as close as she was.
Claire nearly shrieked when she felt his hand move between them, his fingers running over her clit, working her into a similar frenzy to the one her lover had found himself in.
If she had been capable of thinking of anything else she might have thanked her bastard of a husband for angering her to this point. For making her storm out of the house, for helping her to find Sylar once again, to fill her with this need for her former monster.
But there wasn’t time for that. Not even a real need. Not when Sylar was giving her pleasure she hadn’t even been capable of dreaming of. A fire she had known would have only burned her before now. She came with a sharp gasp, her body shuddering almost violently beneath his.
Her tremors and the spasming of her cunt was finally too much for Sylar as he plunged into her once more and pumped his come deep within his cheerleader.
Neither spoke as they tried to regain their senses. Neither could think of what to say. None of this had been planned, until they had gotten into the motel room they hadn’t even been sure their need for each other was mutual. But now those questions had been blasted away.
Just a few hours later Claire awoke beside Sylar, smiling slightly as she heard him snoring softly. The storm had let up, no more thunder, no more lightning and not even any more rain from the sound of it. With that she gathered up what she could of her clothes and headed silently out, back to the home and life she still believed could pass for normal.
Sylar hadn’t been surprised when he woke up alone in the motel bed. He could still smell her sex on him and while he craved more of it and would savor it for as long as he could, he knew better than to follow her. He could always find her if and when he wanted to, but this time he knew he would let her come back to him.
Neither had expected that day to come after only five years.
“What can I get for you?” Claire asked the man holding a menu at the diner counter.
“Coffee, decaf,” he answered as he lowered the menu. Though he couldn’t conceal his stun when he saw her.
“Sylar,” she sighed. Though not out of fear, simply surprise. Part of her wanted to lunge across the counter and capture him in a hug that would never end while the rest of her knew she had to keep her composure.
“You work here?” he asked, surprised she even had to work. It hadn’t occurred to him given the ways in which he had gotten his own money and cars and homes and whatever else he had taken over the years.
“Someone has to take care of him,” she answered as she glanced to the little boy in a back booth with crayons and a coloring book.
“Your husband?” he nearly whispered.
“Long gone,” she quickly replied, unable to keep from repressing a smile.
But it was with another glance to the little boy that he was beginning to put it together. He knew he had his answer when the boy’s eyes met his.
“I wanted you to know, but I didn’t know if you’d even want to know,” she stated cautiously.
“What’s his name?” he asked, still unable to take his eyes from their son.
“Noah,” Claire almost laughed.
He gave a low chuckle before turning his attention back to her. “Of course,” he smiled.
The End
Rating: NC-17 for smut
Prompt: All I Wanna Do is Make Love to You by Heart. And lightning.
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: Really I’d had this fic idea on the back burner for a while, but the Lightning challenge over at
sylaire_chall gave me an excuse to write it, so yay lol.
~~
Claire hadn’t known exactly when, or even why, she had started this long, lonely drive. She only knew she couldn’t bear to stay in that house for another minute.
The fights with her husband were becoming too routine and she had begun to forget what made her fall in love with him in the first place. That was assuming she had ever loved him to begin with.
Friends had told her in the past that if a person was capable of falling out of love with someone that it meant they never loved them at all. She chose to ignore that, not wanting to believe it. But that didn’t change that her heart did still belong to someone else.
After all he had sure saved her more times than she cared to admit. And he had been on her mind more and more of late. She couldn’t even see Sylar as a monster anymore. For one thing he hadn’t tried to attack her in almost fifteen years. And not when she thought of the man she had married. Even on a good day he seemed to be worse than Sylar ever was. The fact he wasn’t a special didn’t matter. The fact he wasn’t a killer didn’t matter either. He was still hurtful and downright cruel.
By now the rain was falling in heavy sheets and she had turned the radio up to mask the sounds of the roaring thunder. She couldn’t ignore the lightning though, blinding blue bolts that illuminated the otherwise black night sky.
Claire would briefly smile as it reminded her of home. After her mother had left her father and Elle had moved in at least. She had never gotten used to Elle’s occasional power surges and ten years later she still cringed at knowing what most often caused them. Maybe Noah wasn’t her biological father but it still carried a certain ick factor for her.
Soon all that could shake her from her thoughts appeared. Walking along the side of the road through the driving rain was a man. She knew his black clothes and steady pace in an instant.
“Need a ride?” Claire called out to him, her window rolled down, hardly noticing the water cascading into the passenger side.
“Claire,” he smiled.
“Get in,” she told him. It didn’t matter if he still had her ability and didn’t have a chance at catching his death of cold. Or even by being hit by a car. To her he was nearly like any other man, stranded in the rain with no umbrella and not even a real coat.
Sylar almost laughed as he climbed into the car. They weren’t friends really, but they weren’t trying to kill each other either anymore. That was good enough for them.
“Where are you headed?” she asked.
“North. What are you doing all the way out here after midnight?”
“Just needed to get away,” she sighed.
“Problems with the mister?” he smirked.
“No,” she snapped. He was the last person she wanted to talk to about what really had her out tonight.
The tingle, he knew she was lying. He could have called her on it, but he knew he didn’t have to. He knew her too well and they both knew it.
Part of Claire admittedly wanted some kind of revenge. Something to prove that she could still do what she wanted when she wanted and didn’t need her husband’s approval. He considered her to be a slut anyway. He had been accusing her for years of cheating on him. She may as well commit the crime for which she was being accused. She was in need of fun, of a way to let off steam and frustration and there was no one in the world better suited to help her with all of the above than the man seated beside her.
Lightning flashed again overhead and Claire caught sight of a motel sign.
“It’s really getting harder to see,” she commented.
She wasn’t lying, she Sylar asked, “What do you want to do then?”
“I just saw a sign. Is there somewhere you have to be right away or would you mind stopping there for the night?” She knew what she had in mind. All she needed was for him to agree.
Within minutes they were already inside of the dark room. And already they were losing themselves in a long overdue, ravenous kiss.
The rain pelted the door and windows, the harsh rumbles of thunder shook the motel, the lightning flashed again and again but all Claire and Sylar knew was that of their racing pulses, the feel of the other pressed against them and the fevered attempts at taking all the other was willing to offer.
Soon lips were exploring and clothes were tearing, falling to the floor only moments later while the exposed skin was caressed, kissed, suckled and or nipped.
Neither could deny the confirmation of one of their suspicions when he finally entered her with a groan. She was made for him and he for her.
Arching beneath him, Claire moaned out his name, her nails racked down his back and nearly drew blood instantly. Still his mouth never left her body. Panting breaths escaped her kiss-swollen lips while he delved deeper into her, harder with every stroke.
Sylar tried to stay in control of himself but given the responsiveness of her body as he took her other taut nipple between his lips and felt her tighten more around his buried cock, he knew he was as close as she was.
Claire nearly shrieked when she felt his hand move between them, his fingers running over her clit, working her into a similar frenzy to the one her lover had found himself in.
If she had been capable of thinking of anything else she might have thanked her bastard of a husband for angering her to this point. For making her storm out of the house, for helping her to find Sylar once again, to fill her with this need for her former monster.
But there wasn’t time for that. Not even a real need. Not when Sylar was giving her pleasure she hadn’t even been capable of dreaming of. A fire she had known would have only burned her before now. She came with a sharp gasp, her body shuddering almost violently beneath his.
Her tremors and the spasming of her cunt was finally too much for Sylar as he plunged into her once more and pumped his come deep within his cheerleader.
Neither spoke as they tried to regain their senses. Neither could think of what to say. None of this had been planned, until they had gotten into the motel room they hadn’t even been sure their need for each other was mutual. But now those questions had been blasted away.
Just a few hours later Claire awoke beside Sylar, smiling slightly as she heard him snoring softly. The storm had let up, no more thunder, no more lightning and not even any more rain from the sound of it. With that she gathered up what she could of her clothes and headed silently out, back to the home and life she still believed could pass for normal.
Sylar hadn’t been surprised when he woke up alone in the motel bed. He could still smell her sex on him and while he craved more of it and would savor it for as long as he could, he knew better than to follow her. He could always find her if and when he wanted to, but this time he knew he would let her come back to him.
Neither had expected that day to come after only five years.
“What can I get for you?” Claire asked the man holding a menu at the diner counter.
“Coffee, decaf,” he answered as he lowered the menu. Though he couldn’t conceal his stun when he saw her.
“Sylar,” she sighed. Though not out of fear, simply surprise. Part of her wanted to lunge across the counter and capture him in a hug that would never end while the rest of her knew she had to keep her composure.
“You work here?” he asked, surprised she even had to work. It hadn’t occurred to him given the ways in which he had gotten his own money and cars and homes and whatever else he had taken over the years.
“Someone has to take care of him,” she answered as she glanced to the little boy in a back booth with crayons and a coloring book.
“Your husband?” he nearly whispered.
“Long gone,” she quickly replied, unable to keep from repressing a smile.
But it was with another glance to the little boy that he was beginning to put it together. He knew he had his answer when the boy’s eyes met his.
“I wanted you to know, but I didn’t know if you’d even want to know,” she stated cautiously.
“What’s his name?” he asked, still unable to take his eyes from their son.
“Noah,” Claire almost laughed.
He gave a low chuckle before turning his attention back to her. “Of course,” he smiled.
The End