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cruiscin_lan) wrote2009-03-09 11:44 pm
cruiscin_lan) wrote2009-03-09 11:44 pm
Fic: Sure Thing, Sweetheart
Title: Sure Thing, Sweetheart
Characters: Knox/Claire
Rating: R
Word Count: 563
Disclaimer: I don't own any aspect of Heroes or its characters
Spoilers/Warnings: Violent sex
Summary: Claire's bored, Knox is willing...
A/N: Originally written for the YAHAKM.
It was raining. They always met when it was raining. That night the the rain had fallen first in sheets, then gradually slowing down, until finally there was nothing left but a cold, drizzly haze, almost impenetrable in the stark streetlights near NYU.
She had been wandering the streets alone again, bored out of her mind by her vapid classmates and shallow college friends. She found herself walking away from them for long stretches of time, the cool night air helping to soothe her mind. And even though it was nearly four a.m., she wasn't afraid. She couldn't be hurt, after all, she was invincible - for what reason should she fear?
Still, her heart quickened when she saw him, his dark figure silhouetted by the indifferent, artificial glow of the streetlight above him. She recognized his voice first, the same low growl that told her that they were after her, and not Peter; the same low growl that captivated her, even then. Had the circumstances been different when they first met, perhaps something else would have came of it, but for now there was only this - late night meetings, surreptitious and savage.
He grabbed her quickly and quietly, muffling her face with one wide hand as he shoved her against the wet brick of a nearby building. She reached up and scratched his face in retaliation, and he groaned and covered his face with one hand. With the other, he grabbed a fistful of her hair, still styled in long, blonde locks, and yanked it mercilessly. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. Had anyone been there to see them, they surely would have called the police by now. To all outside appearances it must have looked like rape, but to Claire it was the closest thing she could get to feeling once again.
She pounded him with her tiny, ineffectual fists as he grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her down onto the wet pavement. She kicked her feet, splashing in the shallow sidewalk puddles, as he reached up her skirt and ripped into her panties. Succeeding, he released his own hard member, thrusting it into Claire, not caring whether or not she was ready for him. She cried out, and he covered her mouth with his hand once again before taking her hair in his grip and pulling her head to the side as she struggled against him. She arched her back and tried to turn over, tried to wriggle out from underneath him, but he had her trapped, and despite all her efforts he continued plunging into her again and again, feeling the soft edges of her slit tear with the force of it. Finally she cried out - a high-pitched whine, a whimper, a sound she made each time she came. It was intoxicating to him, and as soon as he heard it, he climaxed into her.
Afterwards they didn't waste a moment getting up, straightening their clothing, attempting to look as though nothing just went on between them.
"Thanks for meeting me again like this," she whispered as her chest heaved up and down, struggling to recover her breath.
"You know I got you anytime," Knox replied.
"Tomorrow night?"
Knox smiled. "Sure thing, sweetheart," he said, releasing her. He shoved his hands into his pockets and turned away, vanishing into the semi-darkness of impending dawn.
Characters: Knox/Claire
Rating: R
Word Count: 563
Disclaimer: I don't own any aspect of Heroes or its characters
Spoilers/Warnings: Violent sex
Summary: Claire's bored, Knox is willing...
A/N: Originally written for the YAHAKM.
It was raining. They always met when it was raining. That night the the rain had fallen first in sheets, then gradually slowing down, until finally there was nothing left but a cold, drizzly haze, almost impenetrable in the stark streetlights near NYU.
She had been wandering the streets alone again, bored out of her mind by her vapid classmates and shallow college friends. She found herself walking away from them for long stretches of time, the cool night air helping to soothe her mind. And even though it was nearly four a.m., she wasn't afraid. She couldn't be hurt, after all, she was invincible - for what reason should she fear?
Still, her heart quickened when she saw him, his dark figure silhouetted by the indifferent, artificial glow of the streetlight above him. She recognized his voice first, the same low growl that told her that they were after her, and not Peter; the same low growl that captivated her, even then. Had the circumstances been different when they first met, perhaps something else would have came of it, but for now there was only this - late night meetings, surreptitious and savage.
He grabbed her quickly and quietly, muffling her face with one wide hand as he shoved her against the wet brick of a nearby building. She reached up and scratched his face in retaliation, and he groaned and covered his face with one hand. With the other, he grabbed a fistful of her hair, still styled in long, blonde locks, and yanked it mercilessly. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. Had anyone been there to see them, they surely would have called the police by now. To all outside appearances it must have looked like rape, but to Claire it was the closest thing she could get to feeling once again.
She pounded him with her tiny, ineffectual fists as he grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her down onto the wet pavement. She kicked her feet, splashing in the shallow sidewalk puddles, as he reached up her skirt and ripped into her panties. Succeeding, he released his own hard member, thrusting it into Claire, not caring whether or not she was ready for him. She cried out, and he covered her mouth with his hand once again before taking her hair in his grip and pulling her head to the side as she struggled against him. She arched her back and tried to turn over, tried to wriggle out from underneath him, but he had her trapped, and despite all her efforts he continued plunging into her again and again, feeling the soft edges of her slit tear with the force of it. Finally she cried out - a high-pitched whine, a whimper, a sound she made each time she came. It was intoxicating to him, and as soon as he heard it, he climaxed into her.
Afterwards they didn't waste a moment getting up, straightening their clothing, attempting to look as though nothing just went on between them.
"Thanks for meeting me again like this," she whispered as her chest heaved up and down, struggling to recover her breath.
"You know I got you anytime," Knox replied.
"Tomorrow night?"
Knox smiled. "Sure thing, sweetheart," he said, releasing her. He shoved his hands into his pockets and turned away, vanishing into the semi-darkness of impending dawn.
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Just saying.
Kudos.
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Me likey a lot...