1 one-shot: Candace/Claire
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amorphousTitle: Proof in Pictures
Words: circa 2000
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Candace/Claire
Warnings: Adult material. Could-be minor in sexual situation. Femmeslash (girl/girl).
Author's Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lovelyhera at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
heroes_holidays who requested anything femmeslash but with Simone. Comments are more than welcome!
Claire glared at the woman in front of her. "What did you say?"
"Your father is dead," the woman replied evenly.
"He is not," the girl protested, feeling scared that she was telling the truth.
"Are you so sure?" the woman inquired. She inched closer to Claire on the couch.
"Well… Well, he's not dead I know he's not." Claire replied weakly.
The woman laughed huskily. "He betrayed us."
"Oh?" Claire whispered, looking downward.
"Yes. When he had the Haitian take you away. He betrayed us. He was supposed to raise you, not grow to love you." The woman said the final words with distain, like love was something to be ashamed of.
"You're wrong. He didn't have the Haitian take me," Claire lied. She was never the best of liars and the woman laughed. She could see right though it.
"Don't lie, girl, it’s unbecoming," the woman chided, amused.
Claire jumped up from the couch and began walking toward the door. "I'm leaving."
"Go ahead. No one will stop you. Only you and I are here." The woman leaned back as she watched Claire go to the door and open it. "Go ahead," she urged when Claire was hesitant.
Claire walked out into the hallway. It was just an ordinary hallway with white walls that seemed never ending. Taking a deep breath, she began to walk down the hallway, hoping she was going in the right direction.
When she noticed the door with the glowing red "Exit" sign above it, she knew she had gone the right way. She smiled and picked up her pace. When she opened the door, she didn't find the street. She found she was staring at the woman again in the room she had just left. "What?"
"Child, I can make you see whatever I want you to see." The woman stood up, a small smile on her face. "You can't escape if you have no idea how to. That's why you can go. You'll just end up back here again."
Claire swung around and ran out of the room again, in the opposite direction then she had taken before. When she saw the exit this time, she was less sure and slowly opened the door. It was the same scene. The one she had just left.
"Are you done? You can keep trying if you'd like, you'll get nowhere," the woman informed her casually.
Claire felt trapped. She was smart enough to realize that the woman was correct, she could never leave without the woman truly wanting her to. "Are you one of us?" Claire found herself whispering.
"Very good! Smarter than you look in fact," the woman said with a grin. "I was expecting it to take you longer than that, actually. I'm quite impressed."
"Why can't I leave?" Claire asked, an edge cutting into her tone.
"Thompson isn't done with you yet."
"Thompson?" Claire repeated dumbly.
"Your late father's boss, Claire." The woman shook her head in mock disappointment. "And here I thought you were smarter than you look."
"What's your name?" Claire asked, her voice stronger than she felt.
The woman walked over to her and extended her hand. "Call me Candace."
Claire eyed the hand in midair warily. "Fine, Candace, what does Thompson want with me?"
The woman dropped her hand and laughed. "Claire, he wants your power of course. Your help, you might say…"
"My dad didn't want me near him," Claire whispered, staring at the spot the woman's hand had been.
Candace reached out and lifted Claire's chin so she was staring at her, and smiled. "Your dad's not here to stop him, now he is? He is dead after all."
Jerking back, Claire glared at her. "He's not dead."
Candace sighed. "Must be go over this again?" When Claire continued to glare at her, she reached out and stoked her cheek. "You may mourn if you wish, Claire. No one would blame you. I mean he was the only father you've ever known."
Claire moved her face away from Candace's touch and spat, "He is the only father I've ever known and I have no reason to mourn. He's not dead."
Candace crossed her arm around her chest. "You truly are as stubborn as they say."
"Who are they?"
"Thompson, your late father… any one else who has encountered you. I must say though, they never said you had grown up so… well." Candace ran her eyes down Claire's body, scanning it.
Shifting uncomfortably, Claire asked, "if you want me to believe my dad is dead, then show me proof."
The other woman's brown eyes met Claire's. "Proof?" She walked over to a desk in the corner and pulled out a file. Walking back to the girl, she held it out. "There's your proof."
Claire opened the file and looked at the pictures. She gasped, tears rushing to her eyes immediately when she realized she was staring at her father and he was dead. "No." Claire protested, dropping the folder and covering her mouth to try to conceal her sobs.
Candace sighed sadly and bent down to pick up the dropped folder. "I didn't want to show you that, you know. You forced me."
Claire stared at the woman in horror. "What?"
"You weren't going to believe me. Now you'll have nightmares, I'm sure. But perhaps you can mourn properly and move on now." Candace walked back to the desk and dropped the file back on the desk.
"You're heartless," Claire spat, dropping down in the nearby chair. Her legs felt weak, not wanting to hold her weight.
"No, I'm not. I'm honest." Candace crossed the room and knelt in front of Claire's chair, looking up at her unfeelingly. "I didn't want to show you that, but you asked for proof. I couldn't have you going around not believing me and the truth now could I?"
Claire leaned away from her, not replying, but she followed, taking Claire's hands in her own. "Go away. Cry. It's all you can do now."
Pushing back against the back of the chair as hard as she could she glared at the woman. "You're wrong. He's not dead."
Candace shook her head again. "Don't be dumb, Claire. You saw the pictures."
"They could be fake…"
"No, they aren't. You know that, don't you Claire? You know they aren't fake?" Candace leaned forward and gently grabbed Claire's chin. "Such a beautiful girl. You know, you're even beautiful when you cry."
Claire reached up and pushed her hands away before she wiped her eyes. "Stop that."
"Stop what?" the other woman asked, leaning forward.
"Being so close…" Claire's voice trailed off.
"You don't like the fact I'm so close? Then why are you not pushing me away?" Her hot breath fanned Claire's face.
Claire moved to push Candace away, but only gave allowed her to move closer, her lips a hair away from her own. "Don't," she whispered weakly.
The woman kissed Claire's tears. "Tears always taste salty, I never quite understood that."
"Don't," Claire repeated, moving her head away.
"Don't what? You know I can help you feel better." The woman moved so she was sitting on Claire's lap now, making it so Claire couldn't move. She wasn't strong enough to push the woman's entire body off her. Leaning down, Candace kissed Claire's exposed neck twice. "Do you like that?"
"No," Claire lied. Her body was starting to fill with desire at the feel of Candace's soft lips on her skin.
"I told you not to lie," Candice whispered before leaning in to capture Claire's mouth.
The kiss was unexpected and Claire didn't respond at first. She didn't even push Candace away. Hands began to cup her face, holding her still gently. Claire found herself leaning into the kiss and opening her mouth slightly. Candace took advantage and her tongue slid in to taste her.
Claire moaned in Candace's mouth, and the woman pulled away, smiling at her. "You don't really want me to stop do you?"
Claire didn't answer, just stared ahead, trying to avoid the woman's captivating gaze and ignoring the desire pulsing through her body involuntarily. Getting no reply, Candace leaned in again, claiming her mouth once more. Her tongue didn't wait for permission before slipping in when Claire gasped.
The hands that had been cupping her face during the first kiss slid down Claire's back and then lifted the bottom of her shirt to slide inside. Leaning into the kiss and touching her tongue to Candace's, Claire tried not to concentrate on the woman undoing the clasps on her bra easily.
Moving away only slightly without breaking the contact of their lips, Candice lifted Claire's shirt up and pushed her bra downward, but not completely off. Warm hands before to fondle and touch her breasts and Claire felt her nipples hardened at the touch. She moaned.
Candace pulled away, a small smile still on her lips. Claire found herself breathing heavily. It took her a moment before moved to push her bra back up and cover herself again.
"Don't," Candace whispered huskily, pushing her hands away. She deftly pulled Claire's shift over her head and threw it aside. Claire didn't know why, but she allowed her bra to drop to the ground unassisted. She found herself feeling nothing. Her father was dead; Peter wasn't looking for her, or wanting to see her. The rest of her family probably thought she was a freak. She had nothing left.
A lone tear slid down her cheek unchecked and Candace reached over and wiped it softly. "Don't cry. Don't you want this… want me?"
Claire nodded numbly. She was in no position to refuse, and her body was responding to the other woman's touch. At least Candace's touch made her feel something even if it was wrong.
"Good," Candace whispered as she slid unto the ground in front of Claire's chair. She kissed Claire's breasts softly, her tongue flickering over the hardened nipples. Claire moaned at the sensation. Feeling Claire's desire, Candace began to suck on one of her nipples as her hands moved to the bottom of Claire's jeans. She unfastened her jeans slowly, as if enjoying it.
Moving back, she pulled off Claire's pants as she looked the young girl in the eye. "Stop me if you like," she whispered, stopping in midair as she reached for Claire's underwear.
"No, keep going," Claire whispered suddenly.
Candace smiled, pulling her underwear down until Claire was completely naked in the chair. "Now let the fun begin," she whispered as she leaned forward. Claire gasped when Candace kissed the inside of her thigh. "So soft," she whispered as she trailed a line of kisses to Claire's wet core. "You're ready," she whispered, her breath on Claire's moisture.
Claire nodded, not sure Candace was even looking at her as she leaned back in the chair.
The moment the other woman's touched her sensitive spot, she couldn't help but moan.
"You like that?" Candace whispered sexily. She didn't wait for Claire's reply before she began to lick the bundle of nerves, her pace increasing steadily. Claire felt as if her body was on fire with pleasure. It pulsed through her, making her moan and her breath ragged.
"Come for me," the woman whispered into her.
Claire closed her eyes tightly as the woman's licks began to increase rapidly, sending her into a spiral of ecstasy. "Oh God," she cried out when she reached the peak of her pleasure.
"No, Claire. My name is Candace," the other woman said after she sat up. She licked her lips, "you taste good you know. Have you ever tasted yourself before?"
Claire shook her head. Candace leaned upward and kissed her fiercely. The tongue that had been giving her such pleasurable torture swept in her mouth. Claire kissed her back lazily, the climax still winding down in her body.
Candace pulled away and stood up. She smiled down at Claire and said, "Oh, by the way, your father isn't dead. Those photos… well, go see for yourself." She gestured back to the desk and then walked toward the door. Turning around slowly, she said, "I'll see you again Claire. We have to do this again sometime."
A moment after the door closed, Claire moved quickly and pulled on her clothes. They were easy to find since they were all around the chair she occupied. Slowly, hesitantly and slightly scared, Claire approached the desk. The file was laid in the middle of the desk so she picked it up and slowly opened it.
Her father's lifeless face didn't scare back at her. It was pictures of herself, obviously taken without her knowledge. They were always watching her. Her body began to shake with both relief and horror.
"Dad's not dead," she whispered before the sobs racked her body uncontrollably.
Words: circa 2000
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Candace/Claire
Warnings: Adult material. Could-be minor in sexual situation. Femmeslash (girl/girl).
Author's Notes: Written for
lovelyhera at heroes_holidays who requested anything femmeslash but with Simone. Comments are more than welcome!Claire glared at the woman in front of her. "What did you say?"
"Your father is dead," the woman replied evenly.
"He is not," the girl protested, feeling scared that she was telling the truth.
"Are you so sure?" the woman inquired. She inched closer to Claire on the couch.
"Well… Well, he's not dead I know he's not." Claire replied weakly.
The woman laughed huskily. "He betrayed us."
"Oh?" Claire whispered, looking downward.
"Yes. When he had the Haitian take you away. He betrayed us. He was supposed to raise you, not grow to love you." The woman said the final words with distain, like love was something to be ashamed of.
"You're wrong. He didn't have the Haitian take me," Claire lied. She was never the best of liars and the woman laughed. She could see right though it.
"Don't lie, girl, it’s unbecoming," the woman chided, amused.
Claire jumped up from the couch and began walking toward the door. "I'm leaving."
"Go ahead. No one will stop you. Only you and I are here." The woman leaned back as she watched Claire go to the door and open it. "Go ahead," she urged when Claire was hesitant.
Claire walked out into the hallway. It was just an ordinary hallway with white walls that seemed never ending. Taking a deep breath, she began to walk down the hallway, hoping she was going in the right direction.
When she noticed the door with the glowing red "Exit" sign above it, she knew she had gone the right way. She smiled and picked up her pace. When she opened the door, she didn't find the street. She found she was staring at the woman again in the room she had just left. "What?"
"Child, I can make you see whatever I want you to see." The woman stood up, a small smile on her face. "You can't escape if you have no idea how to. That's why you can go. You'll just end up back here again."
Claire swung around and ran out of the room again, in the opposite direction then she had taken before. When she saw the exit this time, she was less sure and slowly opened the door. It was the same scene. The one she had just left.
"Are you done? You can keep trying if you'd like, you'll get nowhere," the woman informed her casually.
Claire felt trapped. She was smart enough to realize that the woman was correct, she could never leave without the woman truly wanting her to. "Are you one of us?" Claire found herself whispering.
"Very good! Smarter than you look in fact," the woman said with a grin. "I was expecting it to take you longer than that, actually. I'm quite impressed."
"Why can't I leave?" Claire asked, an edge cutting into her tone.
"Thompson isn't done with you yet."
"Thompson?" Claire repeated dumbly.
"Your late father's boss, Claire." The woman shook her head in mock disappointment. "And here I thought you were smarter than you look."
"What's your name?" Claire asked, her voice stronger than she felt.
The woman walked over to her and extended her hand. "Call me Candace."
Claire eyed the hand in midair warily. "Fine, Candace, what does Thompson want with me?"
The woman dropped her hand and laughed. "Claire, he wants your power of course. Your help, you might say…"
"My dad didn't want me near him," Claire whispered, staring at the spot the woman's hand had been.
Candace reached out and lifted Claire's chin so she was staring at her, and smiled. "Your dad's not here to stop him, now he is? He is dead after all."
Jerking back, Claire glared at her. "He's not dead."
Candace sighed. "Must be go over this again?" When Claire continued to glare at her, she reached out and stoked her cheek. "You may mourn if you wish, Claire. No one would blame you. I mean he was the only father you've ever known."
Claire moved her face away from Candace's touch and spat, "He is the only father I've ever known and I have no reason to mourn. He's not dead."
Candace crossed her arm around her chest. "You truly are as stubborn as they say."
"Who are they?"
"Thompson, your late father… any one else who has encountered you. I must say though, they never said you had grown up so… well." Candace ran her eyes down Claire's body, scanning it.
Shifting uncomfortably, Claire asked, "if you want me to believe my dad is dead, then show me proof."
The other woman's brown eyes met Claire's. "Proof?" She walked over to a desk in the corner and pulled out a file. Walking back to the girl, she held it out. "There's your proof."
Claire opened the file and looked at the pictures. She gasped, tears rushing to her eyes immediately when she realized she was staring at her father and he was dead. "No." Claire protested, dropping the folder and covering her mouth to try to conceal her sobs.
Candace sighed sadly and bent down to pick up the dropped folder. "I didn't want to show you that, you know. You forced me."
Claire stared at the woman in horror. "What?"
"You weren't going to believe me. Now you'll have nightmares, I'm sure. But perhaps you can mourn properly and move on now." Candace walked back to the desk and dropped the file back on the desk.
"You're heartless," Claire spat, dropping down in the nearby chair. Her legs felt weak, not wanting to hold her weight.
"No, I'm not. I'm honest." Candace crossed the room and knelt in front of Claire's chair, looking up at her unfeelingly. "I didn't want to show you that, but you asked for proof. I couldn't have you going around not believing me and the truth now could I?"
Claire leaned away from her, not replying, but she followed, taking Claire's hands in her own. "Go away. Cry. It's all you can do now."
Pushing back against the back of the chair as hard as she could she glared at the woman. "You're wrong. He's not dead."
Candace shook her head again. "Don't be dumb, Claire. You saw the pictures."
"They could be fake…"
"No, they aren't. You know that, don't you Claire? You know they aren't fake?" Candace leaned forward and gently grabbed Claire's chin. "Such a beautiful girl. You know, you're even beautiful when you cry."
Claire reached up and pushed her hands away before she wiped her eyes. "Stop that."
"Stop what?" the other woman asked, leaning forward.
"Being so close…" Claire's voice trailed off.
"You don't like the fact I'm so close? Then why are you not pushing me away?" Her hot breath fanned Claire's face.
Claire moved to push Candace away, but only gave allowed her to move closer, her lips a hair away from her own. "Don't," she whispered weakly.
The woman kissed Claire's tears. "Tears always taste salty, I never quite understood that."
"Don't," Claire repeated, moving her head away.
"Don't what? You know I can help you feel better." The woman moved so she was sitting on Claire's lap now, making it so Claire couldn't move. She wasn't strong enough to push the woman's entire body off her. Leaning down, Candace kissed Claire's exposed neck twice. "Do you like that?"
"No," Claire lied. Her body was starting to fill with desire at the feel of Candace's soft lips on her skin.
"I told you not to lie," Candice whispered before leaning in to capture Claire's mouth.
The kiss was unexpected and Claire didn't respond at first. She didn't even push Candace away. Hands began to cup her face, holding her still gently. Claire found herself leaning into the kiss and opening her mouth slightly. Candace took advantage and her tongue slid in to taste her.
Claire moaned in Candace's mouth, and the woman pulled away, smiling at her. "You don't really want me to stop do you?"
Claire didn't answer, just stared ahead, trying to avoid the woman's captivating gaze and ignoring the desire pulsing through her body involuntarily. Getting no reply, Candace leaned in again, claiming her mouth once more. Her tongue didn't wait for permission before slipping in when Claire gasped.
The hands that had been cupping her face during the first kiss slid down Claire's back and then lifted the bottom of her shirt to slide inside. Leaning into the kiss and touching her tongue to Candace's, Claire tried not to concentrate on the woman undoing the clasps on her bra easily.
Moving away only slightly without breaking the contact of their lips, Candice lifted Claire's shirt up and pushed her bra downward, but not completely off. Warm hands before to fondle and touch her breasts and Claire felt her nipples hardened at the touch. She moaned.
Candace pulled away, a small smile still on her lips. Claire found herself breathing heavily. It took her a moment before moved to push her bra back up and cover herself again.
"Don't," Candace whispered huskily, pushing her hands away. She deftly pulled Claire's shift over her head and threw it aside. Claire didn't know why, but she allowed her bra to drop to the ground unassisted. She found herself feeling nothing. Her father was dead; Peter wasn't looking for her, or wanting to see her. The rest of her family probably thought she was a freak. She had nothing left.
A lone tear slid down her cheek unchecked and Candace reached over and wiped it softly. "Don't cry. Don't you want this… want me?"
Claire nodded numbly. She was in no position to refuse, and her body was responding to the other woman's touch. At least Candace's touch made her feel something even if it was wrong.
"Good," Candace whispered as she slid unto the ground in front of Claire's chair. She kissed Claire's breasts softly, her tongue flickering over the hardened nipples. Claire moaned at the sensation. Feeling Claire's desire, Candace began to suck on one of her nipples as her hands moved to the bottom of Claire's jeans. She unfastened her jeans slowly, as if enjoying it.
Moving back, she pulled off Claire's pants as she looked the young girl in the eye. "Stop me if you like," she whispered, stopping in midair as she reached for Claire's underwear.
"No, keep going," Claire whispered suddenly.
Candace smiled, pulling her underwear down until Claire was completely naked in the chair. "Now let the fun begin," she whispered as she leaned forward. Claire gasped when Candace kissed the inside of her thigh. "So soft," she whispered as she trailed a line of kisses to Claire's wet core. "You're ready," she whispered, her breath on Claire's moisture.
Claire nodded, not sure Candace was even looking at her as she leaned back in the chair.
The moment the other woman's touched her sensitive spot, she couldn't help but moan.
"You like that?" Candace whispered sexily. She didn't wait for Claire's reply before she began to lick the bundle of nerves, her pace increasing steadily. Claire felt as if her body was on fire with pleasure. It pulsed through her, making her moan and her breath ragged.
"Come for me," the woman whispered into her.
Claire closed her eyes tightly as the woman's licks began to increase rapidly, sending her into a spiral of ecstasy. "Oh God," she cried out when she reached the peak of her pleasure.
"No, Claire. My name is Candace," the other woman said after she sat up. She licked her lips, "you taste good you know. Have you ever tasted yourself before?"
Claire shook her head. Candace leaned upward and kissed her fiercely. The tongue that had been giving her such pleasurable torture swept in her mouth. Claire kissed her back lazily, the climax still winding down in her body.
Candace pulled away and stood up. She smiled down at Claire and said, "Oh, by the way, your father isn't dead. Those photos… well, go see for yourself." She gestured back to the desk and then walked toward the door. Turning around slowly, she said, "I'll see you again Claire. We have to do this again sometime."
A moment after the door closed, Claire moved quickly and pulled on her clothes. They were easy to find since they were all around the chair she occupied. Slowly, hesitantly and slightly scared, Claire approached the desk. The file was laid in the middle of the desk so she picked it up and slowly opened it.
Her father's lifeless face didn't scare back at her. It was pictures of herself, obviously taken without her knowledge. They were always watching her. Her body began to shake with both relief and horror.
"Dad's not dead," she whispered before the sobs racked her body uncontrollably.
