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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Heroes_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Claire_Bennet/Nathan_Petrelli
  Character:
      Claire_Bennet, Nathan_Petrelli
  Additional Tags:
      Parent/Child_Incest
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      Published: 2013-01-01 Words: 2774
****** In His Arms ******
by dragonydreams
Summary
     How can Nathan resist his nymphet?
Notes
     Written for
     [http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif?v=100.1]
anti_censor_fic, my prompt was Lolita.
See the end of the work for more notes
Title: In His Arms
Author: Elisabeth
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Nathan/Claire
Summary: How can Nathan resist his nymphet?
Spoilers/Warnings: through How to Stop an Exploding Man. This is canon, so
incest and underage sex are involved.
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing
them from Tim Kring et al.
Feedback: Yes please! It makes me happy and keeps me writing.
Thanks to [http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=100.1]jazmin22 for
the beta!
Author's Note: Written for [http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/
community.gif?v=100.1]anti_censor_fic, my prompt was Lolita.
Author's Note 2: Passage from Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov.
Nathan lay on his side, head propped in his hand as he watched her sleep. She
was on her stomach, face turned towards him, unaware of his scrutiny. His free
hand played with her long blonde hair, moving it across her naked back.
'She should have a different name when we are like this,' he thought to
himself. 'Like in that book by the Russian guy.'
She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She
was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted
line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.
Nathan honestly hadn't cared for the novel when he'd read it in college. The
subject had made him uncomfortable, a grown man lusting after a teenager,
sleeping with his step-daughter.
If only that Nathan could see himself now.
Maybe if he'd raised her things wouldn't have turned out like this. If he had
watched her grow from infancy to adulthood. If he had seen her take her first
wobbly steps, watched her go off to school every day, seen her grow into her
body.
But he hadn't. He hadn't even known that she'd been alive to do all of these
things. He'd buried all fatherly feelings for a daughter a long time ago.
Instead, he'd met a beautiful teenaged girl, standing in his mother's sitting
room minutes after he'd seen his brother's lifeless body. He'd recognized her
from the photo Meredith had shown him as his daughter, but in that moment, he
didn't feel any familial kinship with her.
He knew that she thought he didn't want her in his life, and he allowed her to
think that it was for the sake of his reputation. He put up a cold front
because he couldn't let himself get close to her.
When his mother suggested sending Claire away until after the election, Nathan
readily agreed. Not for the sake of his campaign, but for the sake of his own
sanity. If Claire were an ocean away he wouldn't have to worry about masking
his unnatural lust for his daughter.
Only she didn't leave. She stayed to help his brother try to save the world.
His carefully erected walls cracked and crumbled the night New York didn't
explode.
He had gone to Kirby Plaza to help. After Claire had run away from him and his
mother, Nathan had realized that he could take a page from his beautiful,
strong daughter's book. She was willing to run into danger and possibly die to
save New York. In a stroke of clarity, Nathan had realized that he could safely
fly Peter away from the city if he started to explode.
What he hadn't counted on was Peter figuring out his plan at the last moment.
After Nathan had flown in and stopped Claire from shooting Peter, he had turned
to carry Peter into the atmosphere. Peter told him that he loved him, and when
Nathan was within arms reach, Peter had propelled himself into the sky.
Nathan wanted to go after him, stop him from dying alone, but Claire latched
onto his arm and refused to let go.
"No," she pleaded. "Please, don't you leave me, too."
Nathan ripped his eyes away from the dark night to look down into Claire's
tear-filled eyes. "He's my brother," Nathan said, as if that explained
everything.
"And you're my father," Claire pointed out. "I just found you. I can't lose you
now. Peter can heal, like me; he should be fine. If you go after him you'll
die."
"I..." Nathan could see her fear in her eyes, but before he could say anything
else there was a bright flash, lighting up the night sky. It was far away;
Peter had gone high enough to save the city. But how would he be able to
survive that fall?
As the light from Peter exploding faded back into night, Nathan became aware of
Claire's body pressed against his. He looked down and saw that she was hugging
him closely, crying against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, holding
her close and relishing the contact.
"Dad," he heard her exclaim as she pulled out of his arms, and it was on the
tip of his tongue to answer, when he realized she wasn't addressing him.
He turned to see Mr. Bennet holding one arm close to his chest, while pulling
Claire close with his other one. The sight should have made Nathan jealous, but
he found it oddly freeing. Claire already had a father figure. She didn't need
to see him in that role.
Nathan invited Bennet to come back to his mother's house with them, saying that
there was plenty of room. Claire quickly agreed, saying it would be best,
especially since her things were already there and she didn't want them to be
separated again.
Nathan made sure that Bennet's room was far from his own.
It was late when he heard the light knock on his door, but he wasn't terribly
surprised to hear it and invited the person in.
"I hope I'm not bothering you," Claire said as she stepped into the room and
closed the door. "I saw your light was on."
"You couldn't sleep either?" Nathan needlessly asked.
"After a night like tonight? No way," Claire said.
Nathan noticed that she wasn't looking at him directly, and remembered that he
wasn't wearing a shirt. He slipped out of bed and grabbed his dressing gown,
slipping it on.
"I'm sorry, is this better?" he asked. Claire nodded, blushing faintly. Nathan
allowed himself a brief moment to admire how she looked in the small tank top
and cotton pants with her hair tied back in a ponytail, then shook his head
before allowing any libidinous thoughts to form.
Nathan sat back down on the bed, on top of the covers this time. "Did you want
to talk about what happened tonight?"
"Well, parts of it," Claire said, still blushing.
"Would you like to sit?" Nathan offered when she still stood nervously by the
door.
Claire mumbled a thanks and sat near the foot of the bed; on Heidi's side of
the bed.
Nathan carefully set the book he'd been reading on the nightstand, cover down
and binding facing away from the room so that Claire wouldn't notice that he'd
been re-reading Lolita. He felt a sudden kinship with Humbert Humbert.
"What's on your mind, Claire?" he asked her after several more minutes passed
in silence.
"I already have a dad," she blurted out, finally looking at him.
Nathan smiled. "I know that. I'm not trying to take his place, I promise you. I
just want to get to know you, now that I know about you."
"Me too," Claire said.
"I wish that we could have met under better circumstances," Nathan added.
"Yeah." Claire gave a hoarse laugh. "Maybe then things wouldn't be so
complicated."
"I know what you mean. I'm glad that you understand about the election..."
"That's not what I'm talking about," Claire interrupted. She met Nathan's eyes
and he was surprised by what he saw there. He watched as Claire ran her eyes
over his body, lingering on the bit of chest that remained visible. He could
feel his cock begin to harden.
"Claire?" he asked, wonder in his voice.
"I didn't just imagine it, did I?" she asked. "When I first showed up here and
we met, you didn't look at me like you would a daughter. You looked at me as
something else. Like a woman."
Nathan cringed. He'd hoped that she hadn't noticed that.
"It's okay," Claire rushed to say. "I...I kind of liked it," she admitted,
blushing furiously.
"You...You did?" Nathan asked, swallowing hard. He was so ashamed by his own
attraction to his daughter that he hadn't noticed her apparent attraction to
him.
Claire nodded, shyly looking away. She fiddled with her hair and pulled it
loose, toying with the hair band as an excuse not to look at him.
Nathan suppressed a groan as her long hair fell around her nearly-bare
shoulders.
"Claire, what are you doing here?" he asked, suddenly afraid of the answer.
Claire crawled up on the bed and over to where Nathan was reclining. She
settled next to his hip, her thigh pressed against his.
"I don't need you to be my father, but I do need you," Claire whispered.
Nathan met her lust-filled eyes and shivered at what he saw there.
"We can't," he whispered back. He wanted, so badly, to take what she was
offering.
"Says who?"
"Says society," Nathan answered. "You may not need me to act like a father, but
it's still my blood running through your veins."
"Are you sure about that?" Claire countered. "It's not like we've done a DNA
test or anything. Meredith could have been lying. I don't know her very well,
but I get the impression that it's not above her to lie about paternity."
She was right, Nathan realized. He wouldn't put it past Meredith to lie about
paternity. "So we'll do a paternity test and find out. But we can't do anything
before then."
"Why not?" Claire pouted, and it took all of Nathan's willpower not to take
that bottom lip between his own.
"What if we did something and the test came back positive? Are you willing to
risk having sex with your biological father on the slight chance that I'm not?"
"I think the fact that I'm here in my pjs would say 'yes'," Claire said.
"I have a wife that I love very much," Nathan said, grasping at straws as he
felt his resistance slipping.
"Who you sent away to keep safe. Who I bet you've cheated on before," Claire
confidently said.
Nathan couldn't meet her eyes, or hide his look of guilt, as he remembered
another blonde he'd bedded without a second thought in Las Vegas.
"See, I'm right, aren't I?"
"Just because I've cheated on Heidi in the past doesn't mean that I should do
it with my daughter," Nathan said.
"But I may not be your daughter," Claire countered.
"Now we're just arguing in circles," Nathan huffed.
"So stop talking," Claire said.
Before Nathan could reply, Claire had pulled his face to hers and kissed him.
This wasn't some shy, tentative kiss like he'd imagined his first kiss with her
would be. No, it was a firm press of lips, eager and wet and demanding. Nathan
groaned, losing himself in the intensity of the kiss, opening to her seeking
tongue and pulling her small body onto his lap.
Claire's hands released Nathan's face now that he was hungrily kissing her
back. They slid down to his chest, and under his dressing gown, eager to feel
his bare skin. She shifted her position, moving to straddle his hips, opening
the robe as she settled herself back down, rubbing enticingly against Nathan's
very hard erection.
Nathan groaned and broke the kiss, dropping his forehead to her shoulder and
moving his hands to her hips to keep her from moving.
Nathan was rapidly losing control to this young siren writhing against him. He
looked into Claire's eyes, ready to try to protest again.
"No one has to know," Claire said, cutting off him off before he could say
anything.
"We'll know," Nathan whispered.
Claire grinned, rocking against him again. "Yes, we will." Her eyes softened
and she allowed her vulnerability, her fear of rejection to slip through.
"Please, Nathan, I need this."
It was the please that was his undoing. He searched her eyes and recognized the
raw need he found in them. It mirrored what he was feeling himself.
Without warning, Nathan rolled Claire onto her back, relishing in the excited
squeal she emitted before crashing his mouth down on hers. Claire shoved his
dressing gown down his arms and dug her fingers into his bare back.
Claire helped him to remove her pajamas, lying back to let Nathan take in her
naked body. He ran gentle fingertips over her skin, drawing goose bumps to her
flesh, increasing her arousal. He touched her in awe and wonder, amazed that
such a beautiful creature could want him.
After several minutes of tortuously slow exploration, Nathan bent to take one
of Claire's breasts in his mouth. She moaned her approval and ran her fingers
through his hair in encouragement. When he switched his attention to her other
breast, Nathan trailed a hand down her body and between her silken thighs. He
shuddered at the wetness he found there, once again amazed at how turned on she
was.
"Yes," Claire hissed as Nathan slid one, and then two fingers inside her. His
thumb found her clit and before long he brought Claire to a shuddering orgasm.
She pulled his mouth back to hers, languidly kissing him as she came down from
her high.
Nathan's cock throbbed in his pajama pants, crying out for attention, but he
refused to rush this.
He breathed a sigh of relief when Claire finally ran her hands down his body to
the waistband of his pants and began to push them down. Nathan pulled away from
her to slide the pants off before settling himself on top of her again.
"Are you sure?" he asked, refusing to leave any room for doubt.
Claire circled a hand around his cock and pulled him closer. "More than
anything."
"Hold that thought," Nathan said and reached for the nightstand. If he was
going to be foolish, he may as well be smart at the same time. He pulled out a
condom and quickly sheathed himself before pressing into Claire's warm body.
He paused when he brushed against her maidenhead, but Claire shook her head and
told him to get on with it. Nathan felt ten different kinds of guilt, but he
did as she bid and with one powerful thrust entered her fully. He held her
through the brief rush of pain and kissed away her tears, and when she lifted
her hips to meet his, Nathan finally let himself go.
He thrust into her with long, slow strokes, simply enjoying the hot tightness
of Claire around him. She wrapped her legs around his thighs, changing the
angle of his thrusts. Claire dug her nails into Nathan's shoulders when he
picked up the pace, holding on for dear life as every nerve in her body sizzled
with anticipation.
"Oh God, Claire, I'm so close," Nathan murmured into her hair.
Claire pulled his body closer so his chest brushed against her sensitive
nipples with every movement. She gasped as she felt her body tense and coil
with warmth again.
"Yes, me too," she said, her breath hitching with every word.
Nathan's lips found Claire's again as he jerked and roughly thrust into Claire
a couple more times, coming harder than he had in a very long time. The sudden
bite of Claire's nails on his back alerted Nathan to the fact that Claire had
come too.
It took several minutes for Nathan to regain control of his body enough to move
off of Claire, although she didn't complain about him crushing her. He quickly
disposed of the condom before pulling the covers up over their naked, sated
bodies.
"Can I stay here tonight?" Claire tiredly asked.
"Until dawn," Nathan allowed. "You should probably be in your own bed by
morning in case your...father comes looking for you."
"Oh, right." Claire giggled. "I forgot about him."
Nathan smirked. "I think I'm flattered."
"You should be," Claire said. "That was incredible."
"Yes, it was," Nathan agreed. He leaned over and tenderly kissed her. "Get some
sleep, now."
Claire rolled over to lie against Nathan's side, resting her head on his chest.
He curled his arm around her body, holding her close, relishing the contact.
Knowing he was going straight to hell.
Now, in the pre-dawn light, Nathan watched her sleep.
She was Claire to the world at large, Claire-bear to her father, but in his
arms, she was simply his.
The End
End Notes
     Originally written June 10, 2007.
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