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TITLE: A Second, First Attempt
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 2 of ?
FANDOM: Heroes
SHIP: Claire / Zach
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: Volume One - General
UNIVERSE: As per cannon.
SYNOPSIS: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS – VOLUME 1. Claire has been testing and documenting the extent of her regenerative powers with Zach’s help, but now she needs a little more participation from him.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Heroes. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to their creators. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before-hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
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Zach lowered her gently to her bed, but she kept her grip around his neck and held the kiss a few moments longer before letting him straighten. He flashed a dazzling, if nervous smile down at her. She hadn’t been sure what to expect, but she had never thought she would feel so aroused and excited or so connected to him. She wasn’t even sure if she cared about the permanence of the outcome, she now just wanted it to happen.
Claire couldn’t help rubbing her tingling inner thighs together as she kicked off her shoes while he did the same. He hesitated for a moment and then quickly unbuckled his belt and undid and unzipped his jeans and again before he pushed them down off his hips to let them fall around his feet. He started to self-consciously hide the tent his erection made in his boxers with hands and then stopped as she sat up and swung her legs over the side to sit at the edge of her bed.
“I would like…I want to see it.” She told him pointedly as she brushed her hands across his knuckles and then gently pushed his hands away and to the side. His body trembled slightly as her hand hovered over him. Zach groaned softly and then squeaked as he twitched sharply under the soft touch of her fingertips. Her eyes widened as she saw a dark, damp spot slowly bloom where the tip of him pressed against the cotton of his boxers.
“Did you just…?” She asked raising her eyes to his, in shocked wonder at his reaction to her touch, and he rapidly shook his head to the negative, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed repeatedly. Claire bit her lip for a moment and then returning her gaze to his crotch, she reached forward with both hands and hooked her fingers over the waistband of his boxers. He groaned again as she stretched the waistband forward and then slowly drew them down onto his thighs. She sucked in a sharp breath at her first sight of a real, live penis. He was longer and thicker than her hands had told her and he rose from a nest of dark curls, his shaft slightly curved with a pointed head and as she watched, a bead of clear liquid drooled from the slit onto his tip.
His breath caught and he sort of flinched before letting out a soft sigh as she curled her fingers around him and slowly explored his length. His skin was incredibly smooth and the solid, hardness of him pulsed hotly against her grip as she skimmed down and then up it. More of the clear liquid popped up at his tip and she let her thumb collect it and spread it onto his length as she stroked him, realizing it was his natural lubrication, just as she could feel herself growing wet in anticipation of what was to come. His hips bucked slowly into her hand as she tightened her grip a little to increase the friction as well as experimenting with her speed and position of her grip. The feel of him under her hand fascinated her and she started to speculate how he would feel inside her. He groaned and she was surprised when he suddenly grabbed her wrist.
“God, that feels so good, but… But, Claire, you need to stop or I am going to lose it and then I don’t know if...” He told her in a rough voice, his breathing ragged. She had been so involved in her exploring him she hadn’t realized the strain she was putting him under.
“Sorry.” She apologized sheepishly and she lifted her head to his chuckle.
“Don’t apologize, that felt absolutely amazing and watching you do that… Just, wow!” He told her in excited awe and she couldn’t keep the grin off her face as she also felt him twitch in her stilled grasp as if in agreement.
“Claire… Could you… Can I see you too?” He asked hesitantly, his eyes dropping from hers.
“Would you like to finish undressing me or do you want me to do it?” She answered his question with one of her own and an inviting smile as she released him and leaned back with her hands out behind in a pose that she hoped was seductive despite the sudden rush of butterflies in her belly at the thought of him seeing her naked.
“I’d like to.” He breathed out as he shucked his underwear off his thighs and step out of both it, and his jeans. He dropped to his knees in front of her, but instead of reaching for the fastening of her skirt, he grasped her hips and pulled her closer to the edge of her bed while leaning forward at the same time. She tilted her head and let his lips capture hers in a deep, probing kiss while his fingers flexed against her skin in a rhythmic massage. She moaned against him as she kissed him back and was a little disappointed when he pulled back, but her disappointment didn’t last long as his lips returned to press a warm wet bloom at the juncture of her jawbone and neck, and then on the side of her neck and lower.
He kept moving lower, his lips replaced by a slithering tongue that left a tingling trail down the valley of her cleavage. His lips and tongue left her skin for a moment that felt like an eternity and she couldn’t stop the delighted gasp that slipped from her lips when the liquid heat of his mouth surrounded the stiff peak of her nipple. He sucked and swirled his tongue around the turgid nub once with a sound of delighted relish before doing the same to the other. He drew little sounds of delight and surprise from her as he explored her breasts and she ran her fingers into his hair to cup his head and guide him back to where the sensations he created were strongest and he complied with wonderful sucking lips, lapping tongue and lightly nipping teeth.
Her breath shuddered and she all but collapsed back onto the bed as his rather talented mouth moved lower. Her belly quivered under his hand as he caressed it with the back of his fingers while the tips dipped under the waistband of her skirt. She lifted her behind and he quickly took the hint, finding the snaps on her skirt, undoing them and dragging the garment off her hips and down onto her thighs. The material tickled her skin as he drew it the rest of the way down her legs and after a moment of indecision simply let it fall to the floor.
He was naked, and now, so was she and despite the wild flitter, flutter of butterflies in her belly, she knew what she wanted to happen next. It earned her a slight frown when she kicked lightly at his hands, but the frown soon became a knowing smile as she scooted back onto the bed proper and then leaned to the side to open her beside dresser draw and withdrew a condom from it. He followed her onto the bed and she handed him the contraceptive with a nervous smile of her own and an affirmative nod in response to the unspoken question in his eyes.
“Should… Should we get under the covers?” He asked as he yanked at the side of the square foil wrapper in an attempt to open it. She wasn’t sure what influenced her decision, but she shook her head in the negative and he nodded acceptance of her decision before he gave up fumbling at the package and simply tore it open with his teeth.
She watched nervously and with a small amount of fascination as he fumbled with the prophylactic. He flashed her a triumphant grin when he managed to get it on and she in turn stretched out her arms to him in an invitation to continue. Zach shifted between her legs and then stretched out and hovered above her, his hands on either side of her shoulders supporting his weight. He started to move forward, but then stopped. He worried at his lips for a moment.
“Would… can you guide me?” he asked quietly and she nodded with a smile, understanding his nervousness all too well. She wormed her hand in between them and he let out a soft groan, his eyes closing for a moment as she gripped him. The latex felt different to his skin, but she could still feel the heat and virile throb of his member through it.
Despite her best efforts and being fully aware and expecting the contact her hips jerked and a little gasp leapt from her lips as she guided the pointed head between her swollen folds. Clair licked her lips as his eyes held hers with open trust and adoration as she guided him through them, her belly shuddering with the little sparks of sensation, to her entrance. She released him and he pressed forward slightly, both of them drawing in a sharp breath as he seated himself firmly, but did not quite enter.
“We’re really doing this.” She heard him whisper above her, his tone, an awed statement and not a question, but she nodded her head in affirmation anyway. She let her hand drift onto the curves of his hips and then onto the curves of his buttocks as they remained poised like that.
Clair closed her eyes for a moment and when she opened them again his smiling face greeted her. She braced herself and flexed her fingers, drawing her to him as he thrust. Her breath hitched, not out of discomfort, but with the new and intense sensation of him filling and stretching her. They groaned in unison as he found the barrier of her virtue. She flexed her fingers again when his forward momentum started to falter.
Since her powers had manifested, pain had taken on a different meaning for her, and she was not sure that was what she felt as the pressure mounted and then the barrier of her virginity tore. She gasped and he grunted as she grasped at him while his momentum and the instinctive rise of her hips when her spine tensed, drove him all the way into her, filling and stretching her and sending sensations into her she had not felt before. A little moan slipped from her lips as her body shuddered slightly as the new, interesting sensations washed through her as she adjusted to him.
His breath tickled her lips and she opened eyes she did not realize she had closed as their bodies settled against each other. He pulsed in the tight confines of her sex which echoed the sensation.
“Are you okay?” He asked softly with concern as the silence stretched out between them. She found herself smiling as she nodded in the affirmative. They both groaned as he shifted unconsciously.
“What… What do I do now? I… I mean… I know what’s supposed to happen, we had the same sex-ed class, and what I want to do, but… I mean, what do you want me to do? You know… About the errrrr, experiment…” He stammered and it endured her that despite how intimate they had already become, she could see a blush flare on his cheeks.
“Zach… Just… I just want you to keep doing what we’re doing.” She told him as she cradled the back of his head and drew his lips down to hers. The shifting of their heads as they kissed caused other things to shift, first unconsciously and then by design. The rocking of his hips became thrusts and she braced and bucked to meet him as the friction of his driving shaft sent arching, cascading waves of pleasure sweeping across her nerves.
The new, delicious sensation of his skin sliding against hers and his virile maleness delving her intimate depths again and again electrified her body as they clutched at each other and pushed and pulled, ground and bucked in a horizontal dance as old as time, yet spectacularly new to them. Their lips met in short, hungry kisses when breath and position allowed, or just tasted and tested skin, while hands roamed to caress or clutch, bracing, pushing or pulling as they moved and shifted, experimenting until they found a natural, synced rhythm.
She could feel a wonderful tension and sparking energy building-up at her core, fueled by the friction of his maleness advancing and retreating inside her. It was sort of like the rush of energy she felt when her powers activated, but without the pain and in delightful, multiplying waves. She stopped trying to analyze the sensations and just basked in them as the pleasure continued to wash through and over her and made her body respond and move with his again and again and again.
He started to grunt, his breath coming hard and rough as tremors ran through him and his pace quickened even as his rhythm started to falter.
“Clair… I… I’m gonna…” He ground out from between clenched teeth, strain colouring his voice and features before he cried out and his hips slammed forward hard and his back arching to a quivering bow.
Her eyes widened as his hard, powerful, bucking thrusts of completion seemed to find some hidden depth inside her and the dam of built up tension burst with an electrifying sensation of release. Her body tensed, arching to meet his and sounds she had never heard herself make before slipped from her lips as intense waves of pleasure radiated through her while her sex flexed and rippled around his hot, hard, pulsing shaft on a rush of liquid heat.
Time went away for a while as pleasure washed across her senses and her body shuddered, muscles delightfully misfiring under the intense stimulation of her nervous system. The electric firestorm of delight finally began to subside and she felt herself smiling uncontrollably as she blinked while becoming once more aware of her surroundings. His weight was surprisingly comfortable on top of her and the warm tickle of his breath against her ear seemed to mirror the throb of his shaft still inside her.
A breathy moan slipped from her lips and her eyes shut again as he shifted and her sex flexed under the influence of echoes of the sensations she had just experienced. She moaned again as he shifted and most of his weight lifted off her. Claire opened her eyes to find him looking down at her.
“Sorry… That was kind of quick.” He apologized with a sheepish smile and she just managed to catch a derisive laugh from bubbling out of her at the absurdity of him apologizing for what had just happened and what they had done. Instead, she cradled the back of his head and pulled his lips down to hers for a quick, deep kiss.
“You did absolutely nothing wrong.” She assured him with a smile once she released him and he reluctantly broke the kiss and it endured him to her even more when she saw a blush creep onto his cheeks.
Locker room talk and girlfriend gossip had indicated that after a guy was done, he was just going to go soft and slip out, but Zac still seemed solid enough inside her and the simple act of their breathing had him shifting inside her to enjoyable effect. She bit her lower lip for a moment as she wavered between the desire to just stay the way they were and seeing where that went or finding out the answer to the initial question that had led them there.
“I guess you have to take it out now.” She told him reluctantly and it made her feel just a little smug to see the disappointment in his eyes as he nodded in agreement. They both groaned softly as he lifted his weight completely off her, pulled out of her with a last lick of friction and sensation, and rolled onto his back beside her. The warm Texas evening and the heat of their enthusiastic exertions had left them hot and sweaty and the sensation of cooling down felt amazingly good over her body.
They lay in silence as she nervously tried to catalogue the sensations in her body. She felt different and the same, at the same time. She felt the absence of him more acutely than she would have thought possible and she guessed that she should possibly be feeling a little sore, but she didn’t, just kind of tingly. She felt both energized and relaxed at the same time as she waited and half-fearing for the sensation of her regenerative powers to start.
“So?” He asked simply and quietly once the silence had stretched out to awkwardness for him. She, herself, wasn’t sure exactly how much time had passed. It must have been a little while because as she turned her head her eyes unconsciously drifted to his crotch and he had removed the condom at some point, although he wasn’t exactly limp.
“I’m not sure.” She answered honestly and it suddenly occurred to her that she hadn’t really considered how she would check the results of their little experiment. She had sincerely thought that she would just know, one way or the other. She supposed she could just stick a finger up there and check and she felt her cheeks heat at the idea of doing that in front of him. The idea of excusing herself and going to check in the bathroom felt equally embarrassing which, was kind of strange, considering they were both still naked and she was fine with that.
“I never quite thought this far ahead. I thought I would just know, you know?.” She admitted out loud with a sigh that became a smile as he reached over and started to draw her closer to him. Claire eagerly scooted closer to him and shifted so that he could curl his arm around her so that she could press against his side and rest her head on his shoulder.
“You’ll figure it out.” He told her with a reassuring squeeze to her shoulder which broadened her smile. She tilted her head and, by unspoken consensus, he craned his until his lips could find hers for a delectably deep, slow kiss. Her sigh had a completely different tone to it when his lips left hers.
She realized that she definitely liked kissing Zach, amongst other things as her mind scanned over their recent activities, which left her biting her lip and considering a suddenly apparent solution to her dilemma of proof for their little experiment.
“There is one fairly simple way to be sure…” She started proposing with a coy little bat of her eyelids and a knowing smile on her lips as she reached for her bedside dresser draw once more.
TO BE CONTINUED?…THE END?
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