Title: No Need For Toys
Pairing/Characters: Noah/Claire
Rating: NC17
Summary: Written for the 47_trek_47 Heroes Anonymous Kink Meme
Nonny's Prompt: Some HRG/Claire prompts... One of them walks in on the other one masturbating (sex toys are highly encouraged but not necessary)
Word Count: 1,196

It was late, very late... Well after midnight and Claire Bennet could not sleep. There was an itch that needed to be scratched. The tension would leave, the sexual frustration would ease and then she'd be able to sleep. Claire knew where this was coming from too, which is what made it so irritating. Noah Bennet breezing into the house after being on a business trip for two weeks. He'd obviously stopped somewhere before coming home and taken a shower, freshening up.

At dinner that night, Claire had caught his scent and it'd drove her crazy. She'd begun rubbing herself right there at the table, light and airy touches that did absolutely nothing to relieve the pressure, but it'd made sitting so close to him bearable.

So here was little miss ex-cheerleader, in the dead of night, under the caressing touch of darkness relieving that itch with a toy that she rarely had to use. The dildo was a standard issue flesh colored thing that looked ridiculous in the light, but under cover of darkness was just as satisfying as imagining Noah doing this to her.

She had to be careful though, Claire Bennet is a moaner, and even though everyone was supposed to be deep asleep, she never knew when Lyle or mom would get up for a bathroom break or drink of water.

"Oh..." She sighs as she pumps the dildo between her legs. Eyes closed, brows furrowed as she imagines Noah's hands on her, his cock in her. "Oh... Daddy... Yes..." Her words are barely audible, her ears perked for any type of noise so that she's warned before someone walks in.

Trying to get a deeper penetration, Claire shifts her body. Naked limbs sliding over the comforter of her bed the noise drowning out all other noise to her over sensitive ears. She moans low as the dildo hits the spot she's been trying to achieve the whole time. "Oh, Daddy... So long... So deep..." Words barely a whisper, but loud enough in the silent room for someone else to hear them.

"Cl... Claire?!" The whisper shocks Claire so badly that she yelps and shifts, jamming the dildo harshly into her and she cries out. "Claire!" Noah Bennet whispers with concern on his face. "Are you alright sweetheart?" He asks as he walks closer to her bed. The darkness makes the shadows tricky to make out, even with dark-adjusted eyes.

"I'm fine!" Claire squeaks as he quickly pulls out the dildo and hides it under the covers, hoping that he hadn't seen anything. She simply forgets that she's naked from head to toe and on top of her covers instead of beneath them. Her face flushes as the dark outline of her dad gets closer. "I'm fine dad, please, just go back to bed." She pleads.

"Claire I... I thought you were having a bad dream- What's that smell?" Dying of humiliation, Claire grabs her pillow and smothers it over her face. The smell is her arousal and it's very hard to hide in such a small confined room. She feels her bed dip and knows, embarrassingly enough that her dad is now sitting inches from her naked and totally aroused form and it's enough to drive her crazy once again.

"It's... It's nothing..." She tries to cover, holding the pillow against her body. She can see Noah more clearly now and shivers with his proximity. "It would be better if you went back to bed... Dad..." She says, her eyes taking in his shirtless-ness and the PJ bottoms.

"Clairebear?" He asks so innocently as his hand reaches towards her. She shivers again as his fingers touch her bare arm. "Were... Were you having a... A sex dream?" He asks quietly. It's simple enough for her to deny it, or say it's true, but at his caress her eyes close and she leans into his touch. His fingers float over her shoulder and then touches her back, which is bare. He remains silent as in the dead of night, and dark of the room, she allows him to touch her naked body.

He asks no more questions as she reclines into her pillows and lets his hands walk along her skin, touching, exploring, and caressing. "Daddy..." She whispers as his fingers encounter the moist patch of hair between her legs. She sits up, his head turned from her as he inhales the scent he probably knew all along. Her arms wrap around his neck as his fingers probe her wet folds. She forces him to look at her. "I was fucking myself and thinking of you. No dream, only fantasy..." She whispers as his lips touch hers. She scoots closer to him which forces his fingers to penetrate her and she groans into his mouth.

"Oh... Clairebear..." He groans as he lays her back amongst the pillows. "You want it deep?" He asks as he pushes his pants down. She smiles as she sees he's hard already. She nods as he crawls between her legs. His hands brace his weight on either side of her and he pauses in his downward thrust as he moves his hand. Claire blushes as he reaches under the covers and pulls out the dildo. He looks at it a moment and then sniffs at it. Her eyes widen as he groans and then starts licking the toy.

"Oh..." Claire moans as she pulls him close and helps herself to positioning him at her slit. When her fingers wrap around his cock, he drops the dildo and pushes into her. "Daddy..." She moans as the head of his cock hits as deep as it can go.

"You smell wonderful Claire, you taste even better..." He says thrusting into her with as much force as he can. Each thrust hitting that one spot that it takes her so long to find with the dildo. She's keening into his shoulder in no time, her legs wrapped so tightly around him and that it almost hinders his pull outs. Her lips crush into his in a battle of forcing their tongues into each other's throats. All thoughts of father and daughter gone as their bodies satisfy each others.

Claire was close minutes ago, but she clamped down on her muscles, squeezing his cock so that his movements are harder and therefore pull more moans and grunts from him. The moment his arms quiver around her and she feels his release, it's enough to throw her over the edge as well. Claire would expect him to retreat fast. Pulling up his pants as fast as he'd pulled them off, but is surprised as he pulls out of her and continues to hold her in his arms.

Nuzzling into his embrace, she feels the drowsiness that she'd longed for all night. "You don't need toys Clairebear... All you have to do is ask. I love you too much to leave you wanting..." His words are very low and before she nods off, Claire wonders if he's proposing what she thinks he is.