Picture Perfect: Passion
Gabriel hadn’t been expecting anything quite like this when she’d leaned up to press her lips against his. He’s never had a woman run her fingers through his hair like this before, and it feels so good he can’t believe it’s not his imagination. Tilting his head just slightly, he deepens the kiss and she unwittingly sighs against his mouth. She tastes like the strawberry ice cream that she’d shared with him earlier, when he’d treated her and the rest of the girls. Even though he’s thinking about the night with the girls, the thought that her roommate is still in the room never crosses his mind.
He takes advantage of the slight part between her lips, teasing her lower lip with before slowly sliding his tongue into her mouth. When she responds by pressing closer to him, he realizes that she’s far more responsive than he’d thought earlier. Leisurely trailing his hand from her shoulder down to her waist, he lets his thumb come dangerously close to her breast as he does so. She moans, a deep desperate sound that he unknowingly echoes when she caresses the side of his face. His other hand comes to rest on her hip. His knees start to tremble, and he knows that he needs to find some place to sit or something to brace himself against before he falls. It’s so easy to take a few baby steps forward, and he finds himself pressing Claire into the wall before he can think. She moans into his mouth again when he telekinetically lifts her into the air and runs his hand from her hip to her thigh, slowly lifting it until her leg is resting on his hip. Her other leg instinctively wraps around his other hip, and he finds himself cradled between her thighs.
The sound of the door closing suddenly jolts him back into reality and embarrassment, making him realize that they must have been putting on quite a show for Shannon and that they’d chased her from the room. He blushes deeply as he takes leans back to give Claire some more space. When she pushes off the wall to close the distance between their bodies again, he uses his powers again - only this time to unwrap her legs from around him and to lower her back to a standing position. He takes a step back and reluctantly releases her lips.
“Mmmph?” she asks, not even bothering to open her eyes. “Gabriel?”
“Claire, we can’t do this.” He cannot believe he let it go that far, especially on a first date. He wouldn’t blame her if she didn’t give him a chance at a second date, not after this incident. All his talk about having self-control, not being so aggressive anymore, and the first change he gets, he takes advantage of her kindness. He doubts she’ll ever forgive him. Stumbling back, trying to put some distance between himself and temptation, he falls back onto Shannon’s bed. He struggles to get his breathing under control, trying to will his erection into submission.
Her eyes pop open, taking in their surroundings. He’s blushing and his hair’s tousled - you did that!, her libido yells at her - and the top two buttons of his shirt are undone. She can’t remember even touching his shirt, and she wonders when and how that happened. A sly downward glance indicates that he’s just as affected as she is. It’s only when she looks around the rest of the room that she realizes that Shannon’s no longer there. “Oh. Um…”
An awkward silence follows while they both wonder what would be appropriate to say. They both call out “I’m so sorry!” at the same time and then laugh.
“What in the world do you have to be sorry about?” Gabriel asks. “I’m the one who took things entirely too far.”
“Oh, please. I’m not blameless, I was strongly encouraging you there. No, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I just meant to give you a little peck, and just kinda… lost it. Also, I’m so sorry your cousin and the rest of my sisters manipulated into this situation. I know it’s not what you want.”
“You don’t have a clue what I want, Claire.” There’s a note in his voice that strongly reminds her of Sylar. He reaches forward to grab her by the wrist, with the intention of pulling her closer to him and kissing her again, but he doesn’t when she flinches. He quickly lets go. “Claire?”
“It’s nothing. You just… startled me.” She won’t meet his eyes though, and he knows she’s lying.
“Come here, Claire.” He directs, not making the mistake of touching her again. Once he opens his arms to her, she hesitantly steps into his embrace. “Let me guess, West used to do that to you?”
She shrugs. “Let’s not talk about him, please?” she pleads, relaxing against him as her body realizes that he’s not going to hit her too.
He would push her for an answer, but he just then notices the position that they’re in and just how close she is. “Claire, if you don’t want anything else to happen you need to step away from me now.”
While she appreciates that he’s giving her the opportunity to stop everything, she doesn’t want to. Instead, she gingerly lowers herself into his lap until she’s straddling him, pressed intimately against him, her knees on either side of his hips. Even through the denim of her jeans and the cotton twill of his pants, she can feel him hot and hard against her core. He shudders, and the feel of him moving like that against her lower body is electric. She shifts slightly, trying to find the best angle, and she can feel his body respond even more to her wiggling.
“What if I want something to happen?” she whispers low, as she presses a kiss to the little patch of skin right behind his ear lobe before taking the lobe between her teeth for a little nibble. While her mouth is busy with his ear and neck, her hands are finishing the job she started earlier. It doesn’t take her long to get his shirt unbuttoned and untucked from his khakis. She leans back away from him just long enough to pull her own shirt off over her head, and then melts against him again.
“Oh, God.” He mutters, wrapping his arms tighter around her. One hand gropes at her back until he finds the closure of her bra, and his fingers make quick work of getting the lingerie off of her.
“Now, Gabriel,” she echoes his words from earlier that evening as she trails kisses down his neck from his ear to his collarbone, “I normally answer to Claire, you know that.”
Apparently she’s hit one of his erogenous spots because he bucks against her again, and she feels his hardened length grinding against her.
“Mmm, harder, please Gabriel.”
He growls in her ear, and grabs her hips, pulling her flush against him. One of her hands wraps around his neck and the other grasps his hair, and she slowly rocks against him, trying to relieve some of the blissful pressure that’s growing, which elicits another growl from him. She’s never done anything exactly like this before - he’s dry humping you into oblivion, her libido helpfully supplies the words for her shattered mind - and it feels so good that she couldn’t stop even if she wanted to. “Oh, Gabriel.”
If her mind’s not working, his isn’t either. All he can focus on is how hard he is, and how pleasurable it feels when she moves against him. He can’t even form words at this point, just growls and deep moans as they rock against each other, hands flexing around her hips when she moans his name into his ear again.
Her voice has taken on a husky note that’s normally absent, and he can’t remember ever hearing anything that sexy before. When she leans forward to kiss him again, the movement results in her breasts brushing up against his chest. The additional contact, the feel of her nipples sliding against his chest, is enough to propel him over the edge, an edge he hadn’t seen coming, and his eyes roll back into his head when he comes. He’s so weak that he can’t sit upright, so he slumps back onto the bed, sinking slightly into the plush comforter.
She leans down to press a gentle kiss against his lips again, then stretches out next to him. He twists slightly so that he’s lying on his side, facing her, and he wraps his arm around her waist. “God, Claire, you’re amazing.” He closes his eyes for a second, reliving the moment, and then realizes something. “You didn’t… um… you know, did you?”
“It’s called orgasm, silly,” she giggles at the blush that’s spreading across his face, amused that he can still be shy after what had just happened between them, “and it’s okay.”
Gabriel doesn’t verbally respond, just rolls over slightly more so that he’s lying almost on top of her. He braces himself on his left elbow, and slowly runs his right hand up and down her side. “No, it’s not. It’s most ungentlemanly behavior if my lady hasn’t had as much fun.” He lets his hand trail to the button of her jeans, and when she doesn’t stop him, he unfastens her pants and gently tugs the zipper down. Kissing her again, he slides his hand in between the soft skin of her thigh and the harsher denim of her jeans. His fingers quickly find the edge of her panties, and he toys with the hem for just a minute until she whines. Realizing that her jeans are still too tight to give him much room to work, he uses his telekinesis to slip her sneakers and then her pants off. The panties quickly join the rest of her clothes on the floor.
Her eyes close when his hand lightly tease her folds before a long finger comes to rest on her clit. It doesn’t move, however, until she moans and begs “Gabriel, please, don’t tease.” He starts slowly circling his pointer finger around her clit, setting a slow pace, trying to be gentle with her, but his pace quickens when he hears her low moans. It doesn’t take long before her skin flushes, her heartbeat quickens, and her breaths come faster and faster, and he knows that she’s teetering on the edge of her orgasm. He lowers himself slightly, letting her feel more of his body pressing against her, and flutters his fingers against her. The change in pace and pressure triggers her release, and she arches against him, shuddering and crying out his name.
He knows that they’re both too tired for anything else to happen, and it’s just too soon. He rolls off of her, making sure to still stay in some contact with her, and closes his eyes for a moment. Her breathing has become soft and regular, and it soothes him into a state of half slumber. Knowing that he needs to get up now, before his sticky pants dry and get even more uncomfortable, he slips quietly from the bed to get up and clean up in the bathroom.
She’s still asleep when he comes back into the bedroom, and he doesn’t wake her when he gets back into bed, spooning against her back. He presses a kiss against the nape of her neck, and joins her in slumber.
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