1 fanfic: Heroes (Elle/Claire)
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amorphousTitle: What a Little Girl is Made Of
Words: circa 1000
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Elle/Claire
Warnings: PWP (smut), femmeslash
Author's Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
paynesgrey, because she is awesome and amazing! I hope you like it. Anyway, everyone needs some PWP femmelash in their day! ;)
Summary: Elle and Claire confront each other.
Cold fury ran through her veins. The blond woman glared at her from the middle of the street. It was so late that no cars were passing by, but both women would have been oblivious to them anyway. "Aren't you going to show me what you can do?" the woman taunted, stepping forward. "Or are you afraid?"
"Afraid of you?" Claire spat. "I'm not afraid of you. Or anyone."
Elle rolled her eyes. "Excuse me," she said sarcastically. "I guess I didn't think that Peter could be so… attached to such a weakling."
At Peter's name, Claire felt the anger overflow. She had no right to utter his name, and the world sounded wrong coming from her mouth. She surged into the street, stopping when she was nose-to-nose with Elle. "Don't say his name."
Elle laughed cruelly. "Why not? He was with me in ways he'd never be with you." Her finger came up to gently trail down Claire's cheek. It was only like a lover's caress, but the gesture was mocking.
Claire took a step back. "Have you forgotten? I told you. I'll show you again if you have."
"Little girl, you keep talking, but there's never any action behind your words. You hide between your father and everyone else instead of doing something."
So quickly that Elle didn't notice right away, Claire made a fist and brought it back. Elle's hand immediately went up to grab Claire's hand in midair. "Look who's scared now?" Claire taunted, seeing a faint fear in the other woman's eyes.
"I'm not afraid," Elle protested as she sent a shock through Claire's body. She could pump Claire full of electricity and both knew it wouldn't matter. Claire's body would always regenerate itself. She would never fall.
"Go ahead," Claire said her hot breath in Elle's face as she leaned closer. "Keep going. I can take it all night. It's you who can't."
Elle grabbed her other arm that was laying against her side and wrenched it back slightly. With one hand behind her back and Elle shoot electricity through the other, Claire was powerless to stop her. Deftly, not caring if the other girl struggled, Elle leaned down and pressed her lips to Claire's.
For a moment, Claire's anger was ebbed as surprised swamped her senses. With the girl's hot, soft mouth on hers, she couldn't think suddenly. She knew she shouldn't want this, but still her body craved it. Unconsciously, Elle dropped her arm and she wrapped it around the woman, pulling her closer. Their bodies pressed together as the heat poured through both of them.
"Well, fuck me," Elle said as she pulled away abruptly. "Maybe you're not such a little girl after all."
Claire glared at her; she hated Elle and she hated her body for responding that way. But more than anything, she hated the fact she still wanted the other woman. Her body was racked with desire as she took in the girl's soft features.
"I am not a little girl!" Claire suddenly screamed, pushing Elle with one hand. The other woman let go of Claire entirely in surprise and stumbled backward.
"Well now," Elle taunted again, not falling. "You are full of surprises."
She lunged forward, grabbing her arms around Claire and capturing her mouth in an insatiable kiss. Claire opened her mouth without thinking, letting the girl's tongue to sweep in. Suddenly, Claire wished they were anywhere but here. Out in the open. As dead as the street was, there was gave in the woman's whim, uncaring now as her senses were overtaken by the feel of Elle… the taste of her… She was acutely away of the places where their bodies touched; Elle's breasts crushed against hers, their thighs pressing together, and their hands roaming each other's body.
A car door opened behind Claire almost silently. "What?" Claire murmured in confusion, pulling back to look over her shoulder.
"Those car alarms and locks are so… easily… short-circuited," Elle said with a slight chuckle. She gave Claire a push again, urging her into the car's backseat. Claire obliged eager to have Elle's body on hers again.
But she didn't get exactly what she wanted. Elle followed her in and closed the door behind them. "Lay down," she ordered to a willing Claire. Laying down Claire noticed that the car had grey exterior, but that was the only thing she could notice before she felt her jeans behind undone.
"What ar-" Claire started to ask, but Elle reached up and placed her finger to Claire's lips.
"Quiet. It's time for you to show me exactly what you're made of."
Once Claire's pants were undone, they were ripped off her body. Her underwear followed shortly after. The chilly night air froze Claire and she involuntarily shivered.
Elle giggled and said, "Well, I guess I should do something to warm you up." Her mouth was on her in an instance. First it pushed up the hem of her t-shirt to kiss her stomach, her tongue dipping into her navel, and then it traveled lower. She could feel herself loosing control the closer Elle's hot mouth got to her wetness.
A finger slid inside first, as if testing it. Then it was gone before Claire had time to revel in the feeling. Replacing the finger, Elle's tongue stroked her, tasting her, driving her crazy. Pressing her head against the cushions of the backseat, Claire moaned loudly. Her moans only incited Elle's desire as the tongue strokes began to grown faster and more determined. Her tongue drew quick circles around Claire's bundle of nerves.
"Are you holding back?" Elle asked the dark interior of the car, her tongue's pleasurable torture ceasing for a moment. Her breath fanned Claire's moisture intimately.
"No," Claire said in a voice that was almost a whimper.
"Then don't."
Before Claire could ponder what the other girl could mean, the tongue was back. It was merciless this time. Claire was quickly loosing the battle with her body as it coursed with pleasure. She had never felt anything like this before. It was almost torture it felt so good.
Her body tightened suddenly, telling her something was happening. And as she let out a deep breath, her body shook her with a climax. The waves of pleasure coursed through her body unbidden as she cried out the other woman's name.
Elle stopped her torment a moment later, as if to make sure that Claire had reached her limit. She moved so her body was pressed full length against Claire's in the small backseat. "You're made of something…" she whispered softly, her lips pressing against Claire's neck. "I'm just not sure what."
Claire didn't response, her body still coming down from the brilliance that had swamped all her senses a moment before. She rolled over on top of Elle and whispered, "Maybe I should really show you what a little girl is made of."
Words: circa 1000
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Elle/Claire
Warnings: PWP (smut), femmeslash
Author's Notes: Written for
paynesgrey, because she is awesome and amazing! I hope you like it. Anyway, everyone needs some PWP femmelash in their day! ;)Summary: Elle and Claire confront each other.
Cold fury ran through her veins. The blond woman glared at her from the middle of the street. It was so late that no cars were passing by, but both women would have been oblivious to them anyway. "Aren't you going to show me what you can do?" the woman taunted, stepping forward. "Or are you afraid?"
"Afraid of you?" Claire spat. "I'm not afraid of you. Or anyone."
Elle rolled her eyes. "Excuse me," she said sarcastically. "I guess I didn't think that Peter could be so… attached to such a weakling."
At Peter's name, Claire felt the anger overflow. She had no right to utter his name, and the world sounded wrong coming from her mouth. She surged into the street, stopping when she was nose-to-nose with Elle. "Don't say his name."
Elle laughed cruelly. "Why not? He was with me in ways he'd never be with you." Her finger came up to gently trail down Claire's cheek. It was only like a lover's caress, but the gesture was mocking.
Claire took a step back. "Have you forgotten? I told you. I'll show you again if you have."
"Little girl, you keep talking, but there's never any action behind your words. You hide between your father and everyone else instead of doing something."
So quickly that Elle didn't notice right away, Claire made a fist and brought it back. Elle's hand immediately went up to grab Claire's hand in midair. "Look who's scared now?" Claire taunted, seeing a faint fear in the other woman's eyes.
"I'm not afraid," Elle protested as she sent a shock through Claire's body. She could pump Claire full of electricity and both knew it wouldn't matter. Claire's body would always regenerate itself. She would never fall.
"Go ahead," Claire said her hot breath in Elle's face as she leaned closer. "Keep going. I can take it all night. It's you who can't."
Elle grabbed her other arm that was laying against her side and wrenched it back slightly. With one hand behind her back and Elle shoot electricity through the other, Claire was powerless to stop her. Deftly, not caring if the other girl struggled, Elle leaned down and pressed her lips to Claire's.
For a moment, Claire's anger was ebbed as surprised swamped her senses. With the girl's hot, soft mouth on hers, she couldn't think suddenly. She knew she shouldn't want this, but still her body craved it. Unconsciously, Elle dropped her arm and she wrapped it around the woman, pulling her closer. Their bodies pressed together as the heat poured through both of them.
"Well, fuck me," Elle said as she pulled away abruptly. "Maybe you're not such a little girl after all."
Claire glared at her; she hated Elle and she hated her body for responding that way. But more than anything, she hated the fact she still wanted the other woman. Her body was racked with desire as she took in the girl's soft features.
"I am not a little girl!" Claire suddenly screamed, pushing Elle with one hand. The other woman let go of Claire entirely in surprise and stumbled backward.
"Well now," Elle taunted again, not falling. "You are full of surprises."
She lunged forward, grabbing her arms around Claire and capturing her mouth in an insatiable kiss. Claire opened her mouth without thinking, letting the girl's tongue to sweep in. Suddenly, Claire wished they were anywhere but here. Out in the open. As dead as the street was, there was gave in the woman's whim, uncaring now as her senses were overtaken by the feel of Elle… the taste of her… She was acutely away of the places where their bodies touched; Elle's breasts crushed against hers, their thighs pressing together, and their hands roaming each other's body.
A car door opened behind Claire almost silently. "What?" Claire murmured in confusion, pulling back to look over her shoulder.
"Those car alarms and locks are so… easily… short-circuited," Elle said with a slight chuckle. She gave Claire a push again, urging her into the car's backseat. Claire obliged eager to have Elle's body on hers again.
But she didn't get exactly what she wanted. Elle followed her in and closed the door behind them. "Lay down," she ordered to a willing Claire. Laying down Claire noticed that the car had grey exterior, but that was the only thing she could notice before she felt her jeans behind undone.
"What ar-" Claire started to ask, but Elle reached up and placed her finger to Claire's lips.
"Quiet. It's time for you to show me exactly what you're made of."
Once Claire's pants were undone, they were ripped off her body. Her underwear followed shortly after. The chilly night air froze Claire and she involuntarily shivered.
Elle giggled and said, "Well, I guess I should do something to warm you up." Her mouth was on her in an instance. First it pushed up the hem of her t-shirt to kiss her stomach, her tongue dipping into her navel, and then it traveled lower. She could feel herself loosing control the closer Elle's hot mouth got to her wetness.
A finger slid inside first, as if testing it. Then it was gone before Claire had time to revel in the feeling. Replacing the finger, Elle's tongue stroked her, tasting her, driving her crazy. Pressing her head against the cushions of the backseat, Claire moaned loudly. Her moans only incited Elle's desire as the tongue strokes began to grown faster and more determined. Her tongue drew quick circles around Claire's bundle of nerves.
"Are you holding back?" Elle asked the dark interior of the car, her tongue's pleasurable torture ceasing for a moment. Her breath fanned Claire's moisture intimately.
"No," Claire said in a voice that was almost a whimper.
"Then don't."
Before Claire could ponder what the other girl could mean, the tongue was back. It was merciless this time. Claire was quickly loosing the battle with her body as it coursed with pleasure. She had never felt anything like this before. It was almost torture it felt so good.
Her body tightened suddenly, telling her something was happening. And as she let out a deep breath, her body shook her with a climax. The waves of pleasure coursed through her body unbidden as she cried out the other woman's name.
Elle stopped her torment a moment later, as if to make sure that Claire had reached her limit. She moved so her body was pressed full length against Claire's in the small backseat. "You're made of something…" she whispered softly, her lips pressing against Claire's neck. "I'm just not sure what."
Claire didn't response, her body still coming down from the brilliance that had swamped all her senses a moment before. She rolled over on top of Elle and whispered, "Maybe I should really show you what a little girl is made of."
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Date: 2008-08-25 10:17 pm (UTC)That was smoking hot! LOVED THIS XD
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Date: 2008-08-26 12:23 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it. I know you've been having a rough couple of days/weeks/whatevers, and wanted you to know that I am thinking of you. *hugs*
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