The Tie That Binds Us (3/?)
Her cell started ringing suddenly and she sighed. She could ignore text messages but knew should answer the phone.
“Hi Noah” She spoke curtly into the microphone.
“Elle, is everything alright?” A rough, tired voice greeted her.
“Everything is A.O.K. Just peachy”
“I just thought I would check on you”
“I don’t need checking up on, sorry I’m bit busy so I don’t want to take on any new assignments.”
“I know they sent her after you Elle” He sounded off. Letting her know he wasn’t just checking up on her, but in a way checking up on Claire. Elle knew he was feeling conflicted, if Elle was alive his best agent was still alive, but if she was alive his assumption was his daughter was dead. The same assumption everyone was making.
“Noah” Elle wanted to comfort him but wasn’t sure what to say. She didn’t want to explain that Claire was alive, so close in fact, and very naked and wet.
“It’s ok Elle, I don’t blame you, you two would come to head eventually. I knew Nathan would turn around and take out some of my … freelancers”
Elle smiled to herself at the term. Noah always tried to find polite ways to describe those who worked for them, she preferred hired assassin, it had a nice ring to it.
The bathroom door opened and Claire was standing in the doorframe wrapped in a towel. Elle’s heart fluttered a little and she felt in unmistakable rise of lust as she took in Claire’s form. Dark damp hair falling around her shoulders, rivulets of water running down her collarbone towards her cleavage.
“Elle, are you there” Noah asked.
“Sorry, I have to go” Elle clicked the phone shut. Noah would leave her alone for awhile. Eventually she’d let him know Claire was alive, and she’d let Claire know the father she thought was dead was alive and kicking.
“Sorry, did I interrupt something?” Claire asked as she moved into the room.
“Not at all” Elle stood and moved towards Claire, pulling her close she pressed her lips against Claire’s. “Fuck you look hot” She mumbled before biting down on a sensitive spot on Claire’s neck.
Claire shuddered. It felt just like old times, Elle always seemed to start things, unable to just be in Claire’s presence without contact. It was another dingy motel room, just like old times, but as Elle’s kisses moved up her neck to recapture her lips Claire could feel there wasn’t the same sense of urgency there had been before. The anger of previous nights together wasn’t there. There wasn’t a build up of tension, of trading blows until it turned to kisses. It was apparent that there was more between them now.
Elle’s fingers moved lazily across her skin, her kisses were gentle, punctuated by the occasional bit to spots which made Claire moan. It was surreal, an almost tangible feeling as Elle dropped kisses on Claire’s damp skin, it felt almost normal, like two people who were in love would behave with one another, soft and gentle. It was comforting and disconcerting at the same time, the shift in their dynamic left Claire feeling hopeful but also scared she would loose the way Elle had made her feel when they simply fucked. Elle moved her hands over Claire’s exposed skin and the younger woman was quickly overheating from the simple touches and kisses.
“I seem to be at a disadvantage” Claire mused, “You are considerably more clothed than me”
Claire started to unbutton the blouse that Elle was wearing. Elle smiled at Claire, their eyes meet for a moment and Claire felt like she was lost. There wasn’t raw passion or crackling lighting like there had in the past, it seemed calm tonight, like the storm inside Elle was subdued, silent for a short time. Their lips met, softly, Claire continued to remove Elle’s clothing until she was naked, then letting her own towel drop to the floor the two naked bodies moved to the bed.
Elle pressed Claire down onto the mattress, her fingers trailing over Claire’s skin, no urgency to their movements this time, it was exploration. Elle explored the expanses of Claire’s skin with her fingers, lips, tongue, sometimes leaving small trails of sparks. Claire in turn was enjoying her own exploration of the blonde. Over the years they had learnt a lot about each other, how to get each other off. The spots that would elicit a moan, a yelp, a scream.
For the first time ever Claire felt a long slow build up of pressure inside her and instead of a desire to move it along faster she wanted to hold onto the feelings that Elle was creating in her, the slow increase of tension, the surprise when she found a sensitive spot, a ticklish one, or decided to send a jolt into her skin for fun. Eventually it became a sweet torture; she pulled Elle’s face to her own for a searing kiss and then did one thing she never dreamed she would have ever done, especially not to Elle Bishop. She begged.
“Please” She whispered, husky into Elle’s ear.
Elle’s fingers trailed up the inside of her thigh and hovered, the tips of her fingers lightly moving against Claire’s sex, only enough pressure for Claire to know they were there, to tease her.
“Please Elle” She panted, those fingers so close to where she suddenly desperately wanted them, more than she had ever needed or wanted them before. She didn’t just want to get off “I want you in me” She whispered before nibbling on Elle’s earlobe then drawing in a sharp breath as Elle’s fingers moved, two pressing into her slick centre. Claire couldn’t contain a long low moan as she moved her hips to meet Elle’s hand. Elle kissed across Claire’s shoulder then bit down softly, as Elle bit down Claire gasped softly and delicious feeling of pleasure that came coupled with the unique sensation of pain that only Elle seemed capable of providing.
Elle woke up with Claire curled up against her, the sun was creeping into their motel room. There was a slight smell of burnt flesh hanging in the air and a more prominent smell of sex. Elle smiled and brushed her fingers through Claire’s dark hair, she felt at peace, more content and happy than she had ever been. She would have never admitted it to anyone but Elle was desperate for this sort of moment. She felt like as long as she had Claire that she could take on anything. Smiling to herself Elle knew that in time they would fulfil a destiny that would see them become more powerful than ever before.
They pulled up outside an incredibly normal looking home and Elle cut the engine. She was already grinning like a child, bounced out of the car and beckoned for Claire to follow as she bounded up the steps.
Elle pounded on the door as Claire walked up the path behind her, cautious of this strange place, not sure where Elle had taken her. The door was opened by an older man, his hair greying and a face of wrinkles showing his age, although he still looked in great shape.
“Elle!” He greeted the blonde with a big hug.
“Hey Ryan, I brought someone” She pointed at Claire, “This is Claire, I wanted to show her what you and Beverly can do, I think it might answer some questions.”
Ryan nodded and brought them into the house.
“Beverly is out with some friends, playing bridge, but she’ll be home later. Would you like a cup of tea?” Ryan had a warm and friendly attitude. Claire wondered how Elle knew him, or why she seemed to have such a friendly relaxed relationship with him.
“Yes please, milk, no sugar” Elle flopped down on Ryan’s sofa and the older man chuckled at her.
“Make yourself at home then Elle.” He turned to Claire “And you dear, tea?”
“Yes thanks, black, two sugars” Claire said absently as she took in their surroundings. It was all quite drab, exactly as you would expect from an old couple, probably retired. Photos on the wall of family nick nacks on shelves. Modest furniture and a simple television no flashy gadgets or electronics. Claire sat next to Elle on the sofa as Ryan made tea.
“Elle, why are we here?” Claire tried to keep her voice down, not wanting Ryan to be aware of how clueless she was about their visit.
“Oh wait till Bev gets home, then they’ll show you” Elle picked up the TV remote and turned it on.
“How do you know these people?”
Elle stared glumly out the window as Bob drove up to a plain suburban household.
“Come on Elle, Beverly has made you cookies.”
Elle pouted “Who are these people daddy? It took ages to get here”
“They’re your godparents Elle and they’d like to meet you”
“They’re my godparents” Elle said simply as she flicked through TV channels. This just raised a whole bunch of new questions for Claire, she had no idea Elle had anything resembling family.
“Hi Noah” She spoke curtly into the microphone.
“Elle, is everything alright?” A rough, tired voice greeted her.
“Everything is A.O.K. Just peachy”
“I just thought I would check on you”
“I don’t need checking up on, sorry I’m bit busy so I don’t want to take on any new assignments.”
“I know they sent her after you Elle” He sounded off. Letting her know he wasn’t just checking up on her, but in a way checking up on Claire. Elle knew he was feeling conflicted, if Elle was alive his best agent was still alive, but if she was alive his assumption was his daughter was dead. The same assumption everyone was making.
“Noah” Elle wanted to comfort him but wasn’t sure what to say. She didn’t want to explain that Claire was alive, so close in fact, and very naked and wet.
“It’s ok Elle, I don’t blame you, you two would come to head eventually. I knew Nathan would turn around and take out some of my … freelancers”
Elle smiled to herself at the term. Noah always tried to find polite ways to describe those who worked for them, she preferred hired assassin, it had a nice ring to it.
The bathroom door opened and Claire was standing in the doorframe wrapped in a towel. Elle’s heart fluttered a little and she felt in unmistakable rise of lust as she took in Claire’s form. Dark damp hair falling around her shoulders, rivulets of water running down her collarbone towards her cleavage.
“Elle, are you there” Noah asked.
“Sorry, I have to go” Elle clicked the phone shut. Noah would leave her alone for awhile. Eventually she’d let him know Claire was alive, and she’d let Claire know the father she thought was dead was alive and kicking.
“Sorry, did I interrupt something?” Claire asked as she moved into the room.
“Not at all” Elle stood and moved towards Claire, pulling her close she pressed her lips against Claire’s. “Fuck you look hot” She mumbled before biting down on a sensitive spot on Claire’s neck.
Claire shuddered. It felt just like old times, Elle always seemed to start things, unable to just be in Claire’s presence without contact. It was another dingy motel room, just like old times, but as Elle’s kisses moved up her neck to recapture her lips Claire could feel there wasn’t the same sense of urgency there had been before. The anger of previous nights together wasn’t there. There wasn’t a build up of tension, of trading blows until it turned to kisses. It was apparent that there was more between them now.
Elle’s fingers moved lazily across her skin, her kisses were gentle, punctuated by the occasional bit to spots which made Claire moan. It was surreal, an almost tangible feeling as Elle dropped kisses on Claire’s damp skin, it felt almost normal, like two people who were in love would behave with one another, soft and gentle. It was comforting and disconcerting at the same time, the shift in their dynamic left Claire feeling hopeful but also scared she would loose the way Elle had made her feel when they simply fucked. Elle moved her hands over Claire’s exposed skin and the younger woman was quickly overheating from the simple touches and kisses.
“I seem to be at a disadvantage” Claire mused, “You are considerably more clothed than me”
Claire started to unbutton the blouse that Elle was wearing. Elle smiled at Claire, their eyes meet for a moment and Claire felt like she was lost. There wasn’t raw passion or crackling lighting like there had in the past, it seemed calm tonight, like the storm inside Elle was subdued, silent for a short time. Their lips met, softly, Claire continued to remove Elle’s clothing until she was naked, then letting her own towel drop to the floor the two naked bodies moved to the bed.
Elle pressed Claire down onto the mattress, her fingers trailing over Claire’s skin, no urgency to their movements this time, it was exploration. Elle explored the expanses of Claire’s skin with her fingers, lips, tongue, sometimes leaving small trails of sparks. Claire in turn was enjoying her own exploration of the blonde. Over the years they had learnt a lot about each other, how to get each other off. The spots that would elicit a moan, a yelp, a scream.
For the first time ever Claire felt a long slow build up of pressure inside her and instead of a desire to move it along faster she wanted to hold onto the feelings that Elle was creating in her, the slow increase of tension, the surprise when she found a sensitive spot, a ticklish one, or decided to send a jolt into her skin for fun. Eventually it became a sweet torture; she pulled Elle’s face to her own for a searing kiss and then did one thing she never dreamed she would have ever done, especially not to Elle Bishop. She begged.
“Please” She whispered, husky into Elle’s ear.
Elle’s fingers trailed up the inside of her thigh and hovered, the tips of her fingers lightly moving against Claire’s sex, only enough pressure for Claire to know they were there, to tease her.
“Please Elle” She panted, those fingers so close to where she suddenly desperately wanted them, more than she had ever needed or wanted them before. She didn’t just want to get off “I want you in me” She whispered before nibbling on Elle’s earlobe then drawing in a sharp breath as Elle’s fingers moved, two pressing into her slick centre. Claire couldn’t contain a long low moan as she moved her hips to meet Elle’s hand. Elle kissed across Claire’s shoulder then bit down softly, as Elle bit down Claire gasped softly and delicious feeling of pleasure that came coupled with the unique sensation of pain that only Elle seemed capable of providing.
Elle woke up with Claire curled up against her, the sun was creeping into their motel room. There was a slight smell of burnt flesh hanging in the air and a more prominent smell of sex. Elle smiled and brushed her fingers through Claire’s dark hair, she felt at peace, more content and happy than she had ever been. She would have never admitted it to anyone but Elle was desperate for this sort of moment. She felt like as long as she had Claire that she could take on anything. Smiling to herself Elle knew that in time they would fulfil a destiny that would see them become more powerful than ever before.
They pulled up outside an incredibly normal looking home and Elle cut the engine. She was already grinning like a child, bounced out of the car and beckoned for Claire to follow as she bounded up the steps.
Elle pounded on the door as Claire walked up the path behind her, cautious of this strange place, not sure where Elle had taken her. The door was opened by an older man, his hair greying and a face of wrinkles showing his age, although he still looked in great shape.
“Elle!” He greeted the blonde with a big hug.
“Hey Ryan, I brought someone” She pointed at Claire, “This is Claire, I wanted to show her what you and Beverly can do, I think it might answer some questions.”
Ryan nodded and brought them into the house.
“Beverly is out with some friends, playing bridge, but she’ll be home later. Would you like a cup of tea?” Ryan had a warm and friendly attitude. Claire wondered how Elle knew him, or why she seemed to have such a friendly relaxed relationship with him.
“Yes please, milk, no sugar” Elle flopped down on Ryan’s sofa and the older man chuckled at her.
“Make yourself at home then Elle.” He turned to Claire “And you dear, tea?”
“Yes thanks, black, two sugars” Claire said absently as she took in their surroundings. It was all quite drab, exactly as you would expect from an old couple, probably retired. Photos on the wall of family nick nacks on shelves. Modest furniture and a simple television no flashy gadgets or electronics. Claire sat next to Elle on the sofa as Ryan made tea.
“Elle, why are we here?” Claire tried to keep her voice down, not wanting Ryan to be aware of how clueless she was about their visit.
“Oh wait till Bev gets home, then they’ll show you” Elle picked up the TV remote and turned it on.
“How do you know these people?”
Elle stared glumly out the window as Bob drove up to a plain suburban household.
“Come on Elle, Beverly has made you cookies.”
Elle pouted “Who are these people daddy? It took ages to get here”
“They’re your godparents Elle and they’d like to meet you”
“They’re my godparents” Elle said simply as she flicked through TV channels. This just raised a whole bunch of new questions for Claire, she had no idea Elle had anything resembling family.