Title: Babysitting
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: What? Spoilers? First you'd need a plot for that.
Pairings: Isaac/Claire
Characters: Isaac, Claire
Genre: I call it Romance, but its really just PWP.
Warnings: He's 28, she's 16, that usually = underageness.
Summary: An innocent afternoon...Who am I kidding? There IS no plot. Claire ends up in the care of Isaac. Sometimes you've just gotta beat the kid over the head with the ice cream cone, and sex up the cheerleader enjoy yourself without worrying about the consequences.





Disclaimer: Holy shoot, I don't own Heroes.

AN: So. I have no excuse. It was supposed to be for the kiss challenge. They decided to do what they felt like, instead.

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Babysitting

He vaguely remembered something protesting in the back of his mind things like how wrong and sick and twisted he was. It was like a kid with an icecream cone walking by, who stuck his tongue out at him. Except this time he had swatted the icecream onto the pavement and laughed.

The soft mewling sound reminded him, however, that this time the kid wasn't crying. And he really didn't give a damn what the parental figure would have thought. He really was messed up, wasn't he?

As feathery swollen lips pressed urgently against his, and perfect teeth tugged on his bottom lip, he just couldn't bring himself to care intently about what was right or wrong. Her skin was like liquid silk under his calloused hands as he slid hands under her woolen sweater to undo her entirely inappropriate skimpy bra.

He broke away from the kiss with a sharp intake of breath, as a delicate hand made its way southward...entirely too innocent and milky to be handling someone like himself quite so...Oh, to hell with it. He couldn't figure out how anyone could dwell on something as silly as 'guilt', when she managed to grind her palm just so through rough cloth.

God. Forget any moral arguments about what he might've been doing. What she was doing had to be some kind of unholy.

Her breasts were barely even handfuls, soft and probably only half-developed. Generally, this would have turned him off to the whole idea. But then she had to make that low, needy sound, and it was all over....oh, who was he kidding? It was over the moment she'd straddled his lap, challenge and tease in her eyes. (At the moment, he found it difficult to say that he should have shoved her off then)

A chill hand slipped under the waistline of his starched pants, and he bit off a colorful expletive. Not that it would have been all that much worse for his current company than the way...Oh, oh, it should not be so hard to form a coherent line of thought when....

He gave an incoherent noise of alarm when he felt thin fingers give a sudden squeeze and...

He could barely understand the pleading demand he coughed out. Either it was a warning that she would have to buy him new clothes if she didn't quit, or it was something along the lines of a threat if she did.

Her cheshire grin could have meant either.

Given the way she had slid down to her knees in front of where she was sitting, however, he figured it must have been closer to the latter which was...Oh, who was he trying to kid? It was fantastic.

He gripped the back of his chair both to keep from choking her and to keep from immediately losing himself in the hot, all-too-skilled strawberry glossed lips of the young blonde in front of him.

This was definitely not what her father had in mind when he'd dropped her off for him to 'babysit' her. Oh, wow...there flitted another frail attempt at self control. He probably should have discarded those thoughts as soon as his mind processed the inhuman sounds that were...most probably coming from him.

Of course, it had to first process anything except the bright yellow hair moving, and that thin, darting tongue, and, and...

Oh.

God.

It was a good thing she could regenerate, because he would not have liked to explain whatever damage might have resulted from the sensory overload that surged through his veins alot like he imagined lightning might have.

It was really quite embarassing, as the haze clouding his mind started to fade, and his eyes recognized the smug grin on the girl's face. That really wasn't a performance worthy of a twenty-eight year old.

Not that the scenario was exactly a morally shining rainbow for a twenty eight year old rolemodel to begin with...but he was hardly that. He'd probably done more illegal things than legal ones. Arguably, he was a terrible influence on her.

But who was the instigator, and who was prancing away, secure in the knowledge that she could play an-almost-30-year-old like a high school jock?

Oh, now that just wouldn't do.

A hand flashed out to snatch her elbow, as a smirk he couldn't quite classify as dark, appeared on his lips. "Oh no, girl..."

Wide hazel eyes turned toward him. Clearly, she underestimated him.

"Maybe down in Texas, you can get away with a stunt like that..." He stood, and pulled her small frame flush against his, admiring the way her breath hitched as she met his gaze. "But this isn't Texas."

Any response she might've had was lost in the instant he reclaimed her mouth as his.


END

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AN: Holy. Schmoly. That was supposed to be for the kiss challenge. JUST a kiss. One of these days I'm going to learn to never let Isaac run free, no matter how shiny his puppy eyes.