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09 September 2008 @ 04:38 pm
"When it rains", Peter/Elle  
Title: When it rains
Author: Renna, renna_esprit
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: R
Paring: Elle/Peter
Spoilers: 2 season
Disclaimer: not mine
Word count: about 700
Thanks to raggyanne5 for beta :)

It always aches a bit – when an electric charge is building within my body. As it gathers, as flashes fuse together into one big spark and thin silver lines of power slide so close to my skin. They brush against it, scratching it – it hurts. And it’s not just painful, when a blue flame flares up on my palm and my hands are entirely covered by the electric fire and the charge gathers into one place and pulses –it’s a culmination. And something within my body tightens; it’s a painful, but pleasant spasm.

After that a relaxation comes.

I never know for sure when and where we’ll meet again – if we will at all. He never calls me, never asks me out on a date; he appears from nowhere – (literally, because invisibility is one of his abilities) – there’s no flowers or chocolates in his hands. He never brings me a present.

He always says, “Let’s go.” And I follow him.

It rains, and he kisses me, he doesn’t even materialize; it’s a kiss with a bite in the end – he bites my lower lip as if in revenge for what I did once.

It rains, and today there will be no cheap motels or bathrooms in cheap motels, today there will be no rusty water flowing from the shower and today there will be no cold and slippery tile below me; it’ll all happens here, and rain is water too – cold and nasty one. I hate water. He knows I hate it. And it’s his way to make me kneel in front of him.

He found it.

Our first time his eyes were black from a power collected within, and there was nothing of the Peter I knew in those black eyes, and it was the first time I realized why daddy warned me about him, why he used to say he’s dangerous.

I’ve never listened.

He flung off the spark I sent, grabbed my arm and pulled me down. I fell on my knees, his face were so close to mine; the dark energy – the dark power – in his eyes attracted me. I thought he would kill me. I thought there would be only bloody pieces left of me for someone to collect, cover in a body bag and send to the city morgue

I was wrong. He didn’t kill me.

His hand slid down my belly, his finger found its way down under my pants, his breath tickled my neck and his hair was stuck to my lips. There was water, falling from above; the water affected my powers, made me into a weak toy in his hands.

I couldn’t do anything. I could do was lie down and follow his orders. He teased me, played with me, touched me in places no one has ever touched me before and whispered on my ear, “You’re not a girl, Elle, you’re not a girl, are you?”

It rains and he fucks me on wet, sticky grass. I place myself upon my hands and knees, he’s behind me, one hand holds me still, pulling me closer to him; his breath is rough. I can’t see his face or his eyes and its better this way, it’s easier.

My wet hair sticks to my face, I want to raise a hand and flick it back, but I can’t. I feel like there’s spark growing within my body, it’s the same chain reaction, the same pulse; I bite my lips, trying not to scream, not to moan and I feel like we find our own, common rhythm.

It’s the first thing we share.

After that a relaxation comes, I fall on the ground, powerless. I wait for him to disappear or – even – fly away, but he stays with me. He settles on the grass beside me, his hand strokes my back, making its way down my spine, touching every jutted bone.

“You’re too skinny,” he mutters.

And I snort, “Don’t scratch yourself.”

He grins and suddenly kisses me again, it’s almost tender.

After that – he disappears.


eternal_moonieeternal_moonie on September 9th, 2008 12:52 pm (UTC)
OMG! I Love It! Petelle is the best!!
d_wndyd_wndy on September 9th, 2008 11:24 pm (UTC)
love this piece
Les divagations de Nelja: Charlieflo_nelja on September 10th, 2008 08:07 am (UTC)
Wow ! I never saw this take on their relationship, and I love it !