Title: Chair
Pairing/Characters: Noah & Claire
Rating: PG
Summary: Prompt #11 of 20
Word Count: 380
"Dad! The chair's stuck again!" Claire Bennet was very sick of getting caught with the footrest on the recliner up. She couldn't get out of the chair when that happened. Her legs were too short. There's a bark of laughter from the kitchen and Claire says a few dirty words to Noah Bennet's good humor.
"Hold on Clairebear." He of course takes his time because she's stuck until he helps her. He sets the newly cooked pancake on a plate and wipes his hands to go and help. She has the world's meanest look on her face and he can't help but laugh more. "It's fine, I can fix it." He holds out his hands for her and she takes them. He pretends not to see her panties under the short sleep shirt as he helps her out of the chair.
"Thanks. That pisses me off so bad."
"Calm down, it's Saturday morning and we have pancakes." Noah sits down in the chair as dignified as he can and tries to get the footrest to go down. Claire crosses her arms over her chest and smiles.
"See, not so easy is it?" The smug smile disappears when the chair gives a hard grinding noise and then closes. "Damn it. It's cause you have longer legs." She puffs and sulks. Noah pulls her into his arms chuckling.
"I'm the grown up, we're supposed to 'fix' things." She leans against him smiling.
"I just hate getting stuck in it." He pulls her more into a hug, sympathizing. They lean back and Claire shrieks as the footrest pops back out.
"Shit. I think it's really broke now." Noah would be able to get up easily were it not for the hundred and ten pound blonde on top of him. Claire looks at him and blushes.
"Hmm, guess we're stuck." Claire says biting her lip.
"Oh, whatever shall we do." He chuckles as he slides her up his body. She straddles his waist bending down to kiss him softly.
"I could get up if I wanted to." She says grinning wickedly.
"Where would the fun in that be?" Noah asks as his hands slip under her sleep shirt.
"Exactly."