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cruiscin_lan) wrote2009-03-12 03:19 pm
cruiscin_lan) wrote2009-03-12 03:19 pm
FIC: Good Father
Title: Good Father
Characters: HRG/Elle, implied HRG/Claire
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 558
Disclaimer: I don't own any aspect of Heroes or its characters
Spoilers/Warnings: Spoilers for episode 3.08
Summary: "Please - call me Daddy," he said, and he hugged her close once again before falling backwards onto the bed with her.
A/N: Originally written for the YAHAKM.
He was a good father to her. She was his Claire-Bear, his angel, his little girl. She was perfectly petite, with long, golden locks that fell to her perky, round breasts. She had a tiny waist and curvy hips and a butt so wonderfully full that it was all he could to not to reach out and grab it whenever she walked by.
He was a good father to her, and good fathers don't touch their daughters.
Fortunately for him, he knew of a similar-enough replacement. Her own father was surprised when he submitted his request - a request for her to be his partner.
"She's a little volatile," Bob Bishop warned. "She's still immature, doesn't know what she's doing.
"That's perfect," he smiled. "That's just what I'm looking for."
And so he took her with him to New York, took her with him on the Gabriel Gray assignment. Just as Bob had predicted, she hadn't let the mission go as planned. She'd fallen hard and fast for Gray, and jealously he turned Gray into a killer right before her eyes.
She was distraught, heartbroken, racked with her own complicity in the plan. It was perfect. He could hear her sobbing in her own room at the motor-inn, and he knocked gently. When she let him in, he wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back reassuringly, smelling her hair. She even used the same shampoo as Claire.
He led her to the bed, and as she buried her face into his shoulder, he let his hands stray across her back, undoing the clasp of her bra through her blouse. She looked up, confused, and he kissed her squarely on the mouth.
"Bennet, I -" she began, but he brought a finger to her lips in the universal gesture for shush.
"Please - call me Daddy," he said, and he hugged her close once again before falling backwards onto the bed with her.
"Daddy," she whispered as he unbuttoned the front of her blouse, letting her perky, round breasts free. They were just as he imagined Claire's to be - perfectly white, with tiny pink nipples pointing up with anticipation. He held them appreciatively in his hands, enclosing one of those tiny pink nipples in his mouth. He licked and sucked and held it delicately between his teeth as she turned her head and sighed.
"Daddy," she whispered again as he wandered from her breasts down her stomach. Nimbly he unfastened her jeans and peeled back the denim, revealing a lacy pair of white panties. He knew that Claire had a similar pair, and the realization made him giddy. He pulled the lace away from her blonde curls, tracing the slit underneath with his tongue.
He rose to his knees and tugged her jeans off completely, and her panties came next. As she lay bare in front of him, he removed his own slacks before climbing on top of her. He slid into her effortlessly - she was wet and ready for him.
"Gabriel," she moaned, her eyes glassy for a moment, and Noah grabbed a chunk of her hair and pulled her back into reality. "D-D-Daddy," she corrected, biting her lip. "I'm sorry, Daddy."
"That's okay, Claire," he muttered, and with one final thrust, he climaxed into her.
He was a good father. And good fathers don't touch their own daughters.
Characters: HRG/Elle, implied HRG/Claire
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 558
Disclaimer: I don't own any aspect of Heroes or its characters
Spoilers/Warnings: Spoilers for episode 3.08
Summary: "Please - call me Daddy," he said, and he hugged her close once again before falling backwards onto the bed with her.
A/N: Originally written for the YAHAKM.
He was a good father to her. She was his Claire-Bear, his angel, his little girl. She was perfectly petite, with long, golden locks that fell to her perky, round breasts. She had a tiny waist and curvy hips and a butt so wonderfully full that it was all he could to not to reach out and grab it whenever she walked by.
He was a good father to her, and good fathers don't touch their daughters.
Fortunately for him, he knew of a similar-enough replacement. Her own father was surprised when he submitted his request - a request for her to be his partner.
"She's a little volatile," Bob Bishop warned. "She's still immature, doesn't know what she's doing.
"That's perfect," he smiled. "That's just what I'm looking for."
And so he took her with him to New York, took her with him on the Gabriel Gray assignment. Just as Bob had predicted, she hadn't let the mission go as planned. She'd fallen hard and fast for Gray, and jealously he turned Gray into a killer right before her eyes.
She was distraught, heartbroken, racked with her own complicity in the plan. It was perfect. He could hear her sobbing in her own room at the motor-inn, and he knocked gently. When she let him in, he wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back reassuringly, smelling her hair. She even used the same shampoo as Claire.
He led her to the bed, and as she buried her face into his shoulder, he let his hands stray across her back, undoing the clasp of her bra through her blouse. She looked up, confused, and he kissed her squarely on the mouth.
"Bennet, I -" she began, but he brought a finger to her lips in the universal gesture for shush.
"Please - call me Daddy," he said, and he hugged her close once again before falling backwards onto the bed with her.
"Daddy," she whispered as he unbuttoned the front of her blouse, letting her perky, round breasts free. They were just as he imagined Claire's to be - perfectly white, with tiny pink nipples pointing up with anticipation. He held them appreciatively in his hands, enclosing one of those tiny pink nipples in his mouth. He licked and sucked and held it delicately between his teeth as she turned her head and sighed.
"Daddy," she whispered again as he wandered from her breasts down her stomach. Nimbly he unfastened her jeans and peeled back the denim, revealing a lacy pair of white panties. He knew that Claire had a similar pair, and the realization made him giddy. He pulled the lace away from her blonde curls, tracing the slit underneath with his tongue.
He rose to his knees and tugged her jeans off completely, and her panties came next. As she lay bare in front of him, he removed his own slacks before climbing on top of her. He slid into her effortlessly - she was wet and ready for him.
"Gabriel," she moaned, her eyes glassy for a moment, and Noah grabbed a chunk of her hair and pulled her back into reality. "D-D-Daddy," she corrected, biting her lip. "I'm sorry, Daddy."
"That's okay, Claire," he muttered, and with one final thrust, he climaxed into her.
He was a good father. And good fathers don't touch their own daughters.