Warning: Adoptive Incest, some fluff
Summary: Noah and Claire get snowed in together and end up finding new ways to stay occupied.
The seriousness of the storm caught him off guard as he drove into the city. He drove into the capital expecting it to not be hit as hard as the West Virginia region he had been driving through. He should have heeded weather warnings and stuck it out in his hotel until the snow had cleared, but he couldn't spend another moment in the back woods town he had been sent to for business. The snow fell heavier and it was apparent that the Washington D.C. authorities were ill prepared for the storm that had fallen over the city. Streets were left unplowed and made it difficult for him to maneuver his car down the narrow streets as he found himself becoming more lost. The heavy snowfall obstructed his vision till he could no longer see the street signs. Resignedly he pulled out his phone and hoped the gps function could tell him exactly where he was. After a few minutes of suspense he found that he was much further from home than he had thought. He looked at the time and wondered what to do at three am, it was too cold to sleep in the car and much too cold to try walking. He was in a section of the city that wasn't the nicest, which meant he was far from the hotels that the tourist loved to frequent. There was one last option, though he didn't want to bother her at this hour. He plugged in her apartment address and got directions from his location. “Only a three minute walk, we'll see about that with this weather” he grumbled to himself as he grabbed his briefcase.
He trudged along down the street till he came to an abrupt stop at the request of the gps application on his phone. He looked up at the old brownstone apartment building and noticed there were no lights on, in fact there were no lights on anywhere, only the moonlight and the dim glow from his phone. He tried the front door and was relived that it was unlocked and made his way up the steps. He was definalty feeling the cold now, he was certainly not dressed for the weather. His trousers were soaking wet from the snow along with his shirt and jacket. He could feel the wet clothes clinging to his body and couldn’t wait to get inside. He let out an audible sigh when he got to her door. The last time he saw her that had a fight and they did not part on the best of terms, he was worried about how she would react to him randomly showing up at her door in the middle of the night and the middle of a snow storm. He knocked on the door and waited to see if she answered and after a few minutes of waiting he heard some shuffling inside the apartment.
“Dad?” She opened the door with a bemused look on her face.
Her hair was tousled and looked as if she had been sleeping and was utterly confused about why he was there.
“Hey...is this a bad time?” He he was hoping that she was alone and he would be able to have her to himself.
“No, I was just sleeping...not to be rude, but why are you here at this time?” She leaned into him and pulled him into a hug “...and why are you wet?”
“I was driving in from Pittsburgh and got caught in the storm, I had to leave my car on the side of the road.”
“Oh my god, you must be freezing.” She went into the bedroom and returned with a thick pink comforter.
“This should be warm enough, I don't have anything for you to change into though.” She walked around the apartment lighting candles. “The power is out, there's no heat or water on top of it. Who's great idea was it to have all of those things controlled by electric?”
Noah ducked into the bathroom and stripped down to his boxers and undershirt and hung his soaked suit in the shower. He returned with the blanket wrapped around him to try to stop his body from trembling.
“I'm glad you are here though, I was getting kinda scared being by myself with no power.” She giggled at his tall form wrapped in her pink blanket. “Sit down and get warm, can I get you anything? I can't make any coffee though” She rooted around her kitchen cabinets “...I do have wine, that warms people up right?”
“Whiskey usually does but that will do”
She poured two generous glasses and sat on the loveseat with him.
She hadn't spoken to him in almost four months and she realized just how much she missed his company. She still found it awkward to try to talk as if nothing happened, but found herself making small talk, hoping he wouldn't bring up their fight.
“How was your trip?”
“It was alright. I had to go to this little town outside of Pittsburgh. I did manage to sell the county's municipal services a security consulting contract.”
“How do you like it?”
“It's...a little boring.”
She laughed as she took a sip of her wine “Boring is definitely good, have you warmed up any?”
He held out the half finished glass “This is helping”
She brought the bottle over and filled their glasses again.
“I thought this stuff didn't affect you?”
“It does, just differently” and she left it at that, giving him a look that suggested he do the same
“How do you like the place?”
“It's nice, I can tell you are still moving in” he said as he gestured to the unpacked boxes piled up in the hallway.
“I've been too busy to unpack, with school and work going on” She took a large sip from her glass and felt the warm tingle go down her throat and into her belly.
“How long has the power been out? It's almost as cold as it is outside” He felt the wine taking effect on him, his speech became a little slurred and hoped Claire did not notice it.
“A while, this building doesn’t have the best insulation. My bedroom is warmer”
He yawned and felt the exhaustion of the day catch up with him. He stretched out and wrapped his arm around Claire, pulling her closer to him and kissing her on top of the head. She snuggled closed to him and got under the blanket with him. They sat for another half an hour watching the snow fall and finishing their wine. She looked up and noticed how tired his eyes looked.
“You must be tired. I'll make up the bed” She got up from the couch and began to blow out the numerous candles out.
“That's a good idea. I am pretty tired.” He began to stretch out on the loveseat, his legs dangling off because it was not long enough for his 6'2 frame.
She held out her hand to coax him into the bedroom “Come sleep in my room, you aren't going to get any sleep like that.”
“I'll be fine here.”
“It's too cold out here, and there is plenty of room in my bed.” She pulled on his hand to get him off of the loveseat.
He relented, she was right. He gathered up the blanket and followed her into the bedroom. He was too tired to argue with her, knowing that she was just as stubborn as he. He eyed the full size bed with suspicion, he wasn't very comfortable sleeping in the same bed as her. He did not fully trust himself.
He almost stepped over that boundary that night in the trailer when he was certain he was going to die. He came so close to kissing her that night, it felt so right, as if everything had clicked into place. They sat their with their lips only inches apart cradling each others faces. Many nights he replayed this scene in his head, sometimes he would get to kiss her, other times (if he could squash his conscience long enough) they would go a little further.
He began to wonder if she felt the same way. Sometimes he would see a flicker of emotion in her that he couldn't pin down. When they moved to DC he found himself spending more time with her. He wondered if she could ever return his feelings, he could swear there were times when she flirted with him openly and acted in a way that that would be more becoming of a lover. They even fought like lovers. He tried to stop thinking. He slid into bed next to her, his head swooning with the effects of the wine in full force.
She climbed into bed after him and laid close to him. “It's so cold.” she said as shivers ran through her body. He could feel her shaking and pulled her up against his chest and into a spooning position. He held her as he felt the shaking stop. She pressed herself closer against him so that his chest was now up against her back and he felt his heart beat faster. Not knowing where to comfortably place his hand, he draped it over her stomach. He was uncomfortably comfortable with the contact. It felt nice to hold her in his arms after so many nights alone.
“Is this...ok? Are you warm enough?”
“Yeah, it feels nice. I'm glad you're here”
“I am too. We haven't talked much lately” He leaned in and lightly whispered into her ear “I've been missing you”
She paused, debating on what to say next “...I missed you too” She swiped tears away from her eyes and hoped he didn't notice.
He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. He felt something wet and could taste the salty tears on his lips. “Why are you crying?”
She turned around so that she was now facing him and laid her head against his chest. “I'm OK” She lightly shook her head, she didn't want him to see her cry.
He looked down at her face, his brow furrowed as he tried to read her expression “Is there something we need to talk about?”
“I'm sorry about the fight we had, and for not talking to you for the longest time.”
“You don't have to apologize, I was wrong.”
He stroked her face and wiped the tears from her eyes with his fingers.
“I'm sorry. I just didn't know what to do.”
She wiped a few more tears from her eyes “I just feel like we are running out of time, that we'll miss our chance...” She mumbled the last part, not sure how to phrase it. It sounded better in her head. What she was trying to say that they would run out of time before she could tell him how she felt about him now, how she realized she felt all along.
“Miss our chance for what?” He had an idea about what she meant. He could feel it as soon as he set eyes on her tonight. He had a keen intuition. It was part of how he did his job so well, he could read someone before they even opened their mouth.
She didn't say anything as she leaned closer to kiss him lightly on the cheek
He quashed the urge to lean in and kiss her on the lips. Not yet he told himself.
“I love you Claire.” He sputtered out the words as he tried to restrain himself.
“I love you too...Noah”
The sound of his name on her lips surprised him.
He looked down and sighed “I know where this is going.”
His little fantasy was coming true, and he wasn't sure how he felt about that. In his fantasy there were no complications, just two adult succumbing to pent up sexual tension. In reality, there would be two adults succumbing to pent up sexual tension, plus a load of emotional baggage to go with it. He wondered when her feelings changed, for him it was the day on the bridge when he had Renee shoot him to keep her safe. He realized that he wouldn't have done the same for Sandra and that made him feel sick.
“When did everything change Claire?” He wondered out loud. How had they gotten to this point?
She bit her lip in concentration, as if she were going through a catalog of memories. “I don't know, things have been different ever since I changed. Since I told you what I really was and you still loved me.
He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the headboard. “That day on the bridge. That's when I knew I loved you more than anything”
Ashamedly he looked down avoiding her gave. “Even mom”
He tried to chose his next words carefully, it did not matter that they were lying in bed confessing their non-platonic love to each other, he still had to hedge a precarious balance. He felt that it was his responsibility, he was the parent. He felt he had an unfair advantage over her.
“As right as it feels lying here with you, I'm afraid of hurting you. Talking about our feelings is one thing, but acting on them is another.” He was afraid to say the next few words “I'm still your father”
“I know that, but its more. I'm a different person now. I'm not your little girl. I never was, that little girl was an assignment...”
He understood what she meant. The Claire laying beside him was completely different from the one he “raised”. That Claire ceased to exist after she manifested and realized he had a young woman who needed him.
“You don't think of me as your father?”
“I think we have more between us than that, we've been through so much over the past few years, I think we've grown beyond that. My “father” was a part you played when you were forced to take me as an assignment. The man I know now is the one that risked everything to keep me safe. I met the real you...Do you still think of me as your daughter?”
This was a loaded question for him. For the first 15 years of her life he told himself he didn't have a daughter, that she was a temporary interloper that would be forgotten as soon as he turned her over to the company. He thought he played the role of father perfectly, but it didn't fool her. When she manifested he realized that the assignment had turned into a beautiful young woman that needed his help. For the first time he had gotten to know her on more than a superficial level and he fell in love with her.
“You still haven't answered me”
“You stopped being my daughter a long time ago. I fell in love with you when I realized that I could not live without you.” He sighed, he so much trouble trying to verbalize just how he had gotten to this point.
It was hard for him to sort through years worth of complex feelings and emotions, and he was sure it was just as difficult for her. He felt completely exposed, like he had peeled back another layer of himself. He wondered what was going to happen now that their feelings were out in the open. They would have to start a whole new web of lies if they were going to pursue this.
“I don't know if things between us will ever be normal. We have to really think about this. If one of us changes our mind after, it might ruin our relationship beyond repair.” He stroked her cheek with his index finger “I don't want to lose you. I think we could both end up getting hurt no matter what we intend...we really have to think about this.”
“You mean before anything physical happens? I don't think we can pretend this didn't happen, its already started.”
It felt strange to hear her say it, to acknowledge something physical happening between them...something beyond the hugs and kisses on the cheek and more like the scenarios that had only played out in his deepest, darkest fantasies that he didn’t even want to admit to himself that he had.
“Yes...something physical” He felt his pulse quicken and his body slowly losing control. Her warm body pressed up against him wasn't helping him keep his fleeting sense of control.
She felt her cheeks flush under his gaze and could feel his heart beat faster. A twinge of arousal coursed through her body. “What kind of physical things?” She pressed him to tell her more.
He knew she was toying with him, her shallow breathing and flushed skin indicated that she was aroused. It didn't matter that a few minutes ago they discussed exactly why they should wait till they went any further, the pent up sexual tension that had been building for years was coming to a head.
“I think you know what I mean Claire...we have to...be careful”
“You never specified...I think its only fair that we are on the same page.” She sat up so that her face was now only a few inches from his. The daylight began to break and slowly fill the room with light. He could now see her flushed cheeks and dilated pupils.
He wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her into his lap. He could feel her breasts pressed up against his chest. He wondered if she could feel his hardness poking through his boxers. She ran her had through his hair, it was still damp in some places from the storm. She settled on his lap and he felt her brush against his erection. She must have felt it because she let out an audible gasp on contact.
“Is this what you want?” He wanted to give her a chance to back out, there was still time to go back.
She nodded her head in agreement, she was sure about what she wanted, she wanted him. Her body was screaming with hormones, there was only a small voice in the back of her head that told her to wait but she ignored it.
“Have you ever....?” He let the question trail off, he wanted to know if this would be he first time.
She understood where his question was going. “No, I haven't”
He nodded his head, he felt strange to be her first. He gave serious consideration to stopping and letting her think more.
“Are you sure you want to do this now. We can wait. I'll still be here.” This was the second chance he gave her to back out. He could tell she was considering it because she didn't respond right away.
“Would you be mad if we stopped?”
He kissed her lightly on the lips and leaned his forehead against hers. “If we need to wait we can wait.”
She smiled and kissed him back. “ok, we'll wait”
They awoke later that day to find that the power was still out and that the storm hadn't let up any.
“This is pretty bad isn't it?” She peered out the window and saw nothing but white. Cars were completely covered.
“We might be stuck here for a few days. Hopefully the power will return soon.”
“I know, its so cold in here.” She shivered and could actually see her breath. Noah hugged her from behind to try to warm her up. She laid her head against his chest enjoying the comfort.
“I guess we wont be going to work today.”
He laughed “Let's go back into the bedroom where its warmer”
She grabbed a few candles for some extra light and he brought his laptop with him so they could watch a movie and try to stay entertained.
Claire lit a few candles and climbed into bed as Noah set up the movie. After setting the laptop up on her nightstand he climbed into bed with her and huddled against her to keep her warm.
They didn't speak about their conversation earlier. She guessed that they didn't need to, there was no awkwardness between them as they laid in bed together. She lost track of the movie and became involved in her own thoughts. She replayed their tender first kiss and wondered what the rest would be like. She had very little experience, she wasn't a prude, she was just careful about who she involved herself with. She kinda wished that she had some more experience since she didn't want him to be disappointed when the time came. She felt his hand caressing her hip, rubbing it absentminded as they watched the movie. She scooted a little closer to him so that her bottom was pressed up against him. He kissed her shoulder that was peeking out of her tank top.
“You warm enough?”
“Yeah, are you? I have more blankets in the closet.”
“Is it true that two naked people in a sleeping bag generate more body heat?”
He laughed “I don't know, I've never been naked in a sleeping bag with someone, but I assume it is a good way to stay warm”
“We could try now”
“I suppose we could. It is awfully cold out.”
"I hope the power doesn't go back on” She nuzzled his neck and inhaled the remnants of his fading cologne.
He ran his hands through her hair and planted a tentative kiss on her lips. She licked her lips and returned the kiss, this kiss was deeper than their kiss earlier. He felt her lips crashing down against his and opened his mouth to catch them, flicking his tongue across her bottom lip. He ran his hands up and down her body as their tongues dueled, he could feel her hands rubbing against his chest.
She let out a moan as he broke the kiss from her mouth and continued to plant kisses along her throat while he ran his hand under her shirt to caress her bare breast. He teased and tweaked her nipple with his fingers before returning to her mouth. Her face was flushed with a deep pink color and her lips were swollen from his kisses. He rolled over so that he was now on top of her and continued to kiss her.
He was careful to let her set the pace and listened for cues that told him to slow down. So far there weren't any and he decided to remove his shirt. He leaned over her and kissed at her neck more while slipping the straps of her shirt down to reveal more skin. He peeked up at her to make sure she was OK with it. She gave a slight nod and he pulled the whole shirt down to reveal her breasts. The coldness of the air and the arousal of the situation caused her nipples to immediately harden. He planted kisses along her neck and down to her collarbone until he came to her breast where he took the nipple into his mouth and caressed it with his tongue. With his hand he kneaded the other breast as he continued to suck on her nipple. She moaned and arched her back in pleasure. Her hands ran through his hair with her nails lightly grazing his scalp. He switched sides and took the other breast in his mouth, suckling it with the same enthusiasm as the last one. He then planted kisses down her abdomen while pulling the rest of her shirt down to reveal more skin until he had removed it completely from her body. She was whimpering as he kissed and teased at the waistband of her pants. Once again he looked up at her for approval before gently pulling down the waistband of her pants. He slipped his hand inside of her pants and rubbed against her with his fingers. She moaned as he continued to tease her with his fingers. He felt himself harden, his erection straining against his boxers with anticipation. With her permission he removed her pants and she was now just wearing a lacy white thong. Before going any further he leaned against her and kissed her deeply on the lips. “Is this OK?” He huskily whispered in her ear.
She nodded in agreement and kissed him again. She could feel his erection against her inner thigh. She felt his hand trail down her stomach and his fingers slip inside of her panties.
He rubbed his fingers over her wetness and massaged her clit with his thumb. She hissed in pleasure as he did this so he picked up the pace until she was quivering in his arms.
“oh..oh...oh god!” she was gasping for breath as he slowed down “How did you??” She was speechless and was pretty sure that she had had her first orgasm.
He grinned at her. “That was nothing, I'm just getting started” and with that he plunged one of his long fingers inside of her. He felt her get even more wet and slipped another finger inside of her as pulled down her thong and removed it. He continued to thrust his fingers inside of her while he teased her clit with his thumb.
Claire could feel her heartbeat quicken and she gripped the blankets as the searing white hot waves of pleasure washed over her. She wondered how he was doing this. Just as she was about to explode he dipped his head between her legs. He teased and licked her with his tongue while pumping his fingers inside of her. After another stream of “oh god” she collapsed from exhaustion. He decided to give her a few minutes to collect herself.
“Oh my god that was amazing” She was panting and had a light sheen of sweat on her skin. Her hair was mussed and her lips were red and swollen from her biting down on them.
He pulled her into his arms and held her as she regained her bearings. He felt his erection throb almost painfully as it strained against his boxers. He wanted to ravish her this very instant, but controlled himself from pouncing on her. He ran his fingers through her long blond hair and stroked her body with feather light touches until he felt her breathing return to normal.
“Still just getting started?” she laughed and planted a kiss on his neck
He ran his hand over her nude backside as he spoke “There is always more I could do...”
She smiled and let him continue to explore her body with his hands. She still had trouble realizing that it was her father that just pleasured her beyond comprehension.
She looked down at his erection which was peeking through the slit in his boxers.
“Is there something I can do?” She was nervous about screwing up, he had just pleasured her to the point of passing out and now here she was clueless about what to do to him. She had seen plenty of porno’s and technically knew what to do, but wasn't sure if she would be any good at it.
“If you want, you don’t have to though.”
“I do, lie on your back” He grinned and did as she instructed. He helped her remove his boxers and watched as she took him in her hand and began to slowly stroke him, getting used to the motions and figuring out what would make him moan. He closed his eyes and laid his head against the headboard while she stroked him. It felt good to finally be touched. It had been so long since he had sex, maybe a year or more. He and Sandra stopped long ago, she was too into the dogs shows and then she rejected him after finding out what he really did. When he met up with Lauren he thought there might be a chance, but that never happened either. And now here he was in bed with his adopted daughter. His eyes snapped open as Claire took him into her mouth. He gripped the blankets until his knuckles turned white. He watched as she used her hand and her mouth to pleasure him, how good it felt when her tongue went up the length of his shaft. He felt her take his entire length into her mouth, she did this a few times and kept a steady pace, her small hand stroking him as she took him into her throat.
“Jesus Claire” He spat out, he didn't expect her to be this good.
She peeked up at him and made eye contact as she sucked and stroked him. He could feel himself coming close and tried to control himself. He was about to warn her that he was about to come as she took him into her throat one more time and found it impossible to hold back. He felt his erection spasm as he emptied himself into her mouth.
“I'm sorry” he managed to get out between breaths
She surprised him by continuing until he was finished coming and swallowed every bit.
She crawled back up next to him and laid her head against his chest. He stroked her naked back as she slung her arm over his stomach. He sighed out of exhaustion “That was incredible”
“It was my first time”
He looked down at her in shock. “Jesus” he said again. “How do you feel?”
“Good...I don't know how you...” She felt her self flush as she thought about the things he did to her.
He grinned mischievously “That was just foreplay”
She cocked her eyebrow quizzically “What does the main event entail?”