Happy Birthday DREF22!!

Title: Teasing Is Not Nice

Pairing/Characters: Noah/Claire

Rating: NC17

Summary: TODAY, DREF IS EVERYONE'S MASTER, NOT JUST MINE. XD BOW DOWN!!

Word Count: 4,153

I'm a teenage girl and as with most of us, we're very self-conscious of our bodies. What parts we like, what parts we don't. Well I like my legs... Perhaps a bit too much. I love wearing very short skirts, kind of like my cheerleading skirt. I try my hardest to be very careful while wearing them too. I mean I know that even the slightest movement the wrong way and I'd show everyone everything. I may be a cheerleader, but I'm not that showy. I really didn't notice that my skirts bothered him until I invited over some friends once and one happened to be a guy.

"Claire, why don't you... Why don't you change into something that's less... revealing?" I look into his eyes and see he's slightly embarrassed. Instead of immediately doing what he has told me, like I usually do, this statement and the fact that he is embarrassed, whether for me or because he had to say something; emboldens my usual demur nature. I smile and nod. It's not a confirmation that I will, but that's how he takes it as he smiles, relieved and walks into the kitchen. I don't change. He doesn't mention it again, but I can see the uncomfortable gleam in his eyes.

My friends, Sarah, Chuck, and Amber, end up staying for dinner. It's Friday night, so this isn't unusual. What is, is that after dinner Dad suggests board games. We have lots of board games and I usually like playing them, but if my friends thought it was lame then I'd have the uncomfortable job of saying no to him. Luckily they too wanted to play. Mom excused herself so that she could read. Lyle had been playing video games since dinner ended and no amount of coaxing was getting him to budge. For some reason Sarah and Amber didn't find it lame at all that my Dad wanted to play too.

While playing Uno all night would have been fun for me, eventually Chuck and Sarah got tired of it and Dad suggested Life. The cabinet that holds the games is behind the couch, which is where Chuck, Sarah and Amber were sitting. Directly across from them on the other side of the coffee table was where he was sitting. His embarrassment and words from earlier came to mind as I had to bend somehow to get to the games on the bottom shelf. Instead of kneeling or something just as safe I bent my knees and lowered myself down. He was the only one who could see me and for some reason that made me bold. As I lowered, I could feel the skirt rise just a tiny bit. I heard the gasp because I was listening for it only. I'm sure my friends had no clue, but the gasp was enough to put a smile on my face. He probably saw just enough of my ass to realize I was wearing a thong.

Several hours later, friends gone home, I was in the kitchen drinking a glass of chocolate milk before bed when he walked in. A smirk crept to my lips as I remembered his rigid indifference through the rest of the games. I was surprised that he continued to play actually. I was sure he'd be so angry with me that he'd cancel the rest of the games and send my friends home, but he'd kept his cool.

"Claire..." He said walking to the kitchen table and sitting down. He seemed very uncomfortable; not angry. This puzzled me a little.

"Yeah?" I ask just to get him talking again.

"You're making my job a lot harder..." He trails off removing his glasses and rubbing his face. I frown.

"You're job?"

"Taking care of you." Puts his glasses back on and looks at me. "We both know you can heal, but there are some hurts that don't heal. I can't protect you if you walk around... acting like that. Brody wasn't able to take advantage of you, thank god, but someone stronger might. Please, for my sake, be more mindful of how you... Move when in a skirt like that."

"Nobody but you saw!" I say before I realize that this was not what I should have said. I blush crimson, thankful that the lights were low. I look away from him, setting my glass in the sink. "I'm sorry. I'll be more careful." Mortified I run up the stairs and shut my door.

***

I should have listened to him. I should do a lot of things, but I don't. The only problem I saw with the situation was the fact that I had revealed that I'd done it on purpose, knowing he'd be the only one to see. Now I'd done it several more times, very well thought out and schemed times and usually when more people are around. It was thrilling and exciting to hear his reaction, sometimes see it, but it also seems... Dirty. I'm showing the man who raised me a private side of myself. It felt oh so wrong... and yet right too. I made sure he was the only witness and when I could, I made sure he was also surrounded by other people so that his reactions were strained but still there. I'd fix my clothing and then smile at him sweetly. What was he going to do? Yell at me, he'd done that. Take my skirts away, he'd done that too, but because he didn't tell mom why; she found it unfair and had him return them.

"Here." He says acidly as he throws the little mini denim and cotton skirts on my bed. I smile from my desk chair.

"Thank you." I say, not wanting to bait him or anything, just a little way of reminding him that I'm always scheming for the next time. He narrows his eyes and walks to the door. I think he's leaving but instead he closes it softly. Secretively. My heart lurches, not because he could be mad and about to yell, but because it feels more intimate. As if what he has to say is only between us. A secret.

"You can't do this..." He says in a very low voice as he moves away from my door. I laugh softly.

"It's fun. Thrilling..." I trail off looking into his eyes. My heart hammering to know what he'll do. I'm very well aware that I'm baiting him with my words. What do you want to happen? I ask myself as his blue eyes darken into a storm and he rushes over to me. He pulls me out of my chair and pins me against the wall. It's almost orgasmic as I smile languidly.

"This isn't a game Claire. You have to stop."

"Why?"

"Because... Because it isn't right. I should not see... I... Just cover up. Don't... Don't bait me!" His voice rose a little, but not loud enough to be heard through the walls. I lean my head close to his face.

"Why?" His fingers bite into my arms and his eyes harden. I worried then if I'd gone too far. I knew now that I teased him for a very sexual reason, that sometime over the past year I'd stopped seeing him as my dad. I had hoped that he harbored the same feelings I did, but this made me think otherwise. My smile faded as one grew on his lips. My heart thudded painfully now. I was very afraid of what he was about to say.

"Because... I know how to play this game to. If you don't stop then something may happen that you won't like. I would hate for that to happen." His last statement and the expression on his face did not match. His words zinged through me but I didn't smile. I wanted him to think I was afraid. There were now going to be consequences... This meant that the next time I did anything; it had better be worth the punishment. I couldn't wait.

***

My chance came several weeks later at a dinner party. I hadn't even planned it either. We were invited to dinner by one of Dad's co-workers, I didn't care to know who or why. I was reading in the back of the room and the adults were all talking about boring stuff. We were all in the living room and everyone was facing all one-way. The speaker (to eliminate confusion) was asked to stand in front and address everyone. So imagine my delight when the co-worker asked him to tell a joke. He stands as I lay my book on the table beside me. His smile fades as he sees me all by myself in the very back of the room. I'm at a dilemma though, I hadn't thought about what I would do in order to deserve whatever consequences he'd been talking about.

Several lines of the joke whet by before I started to panic about losing this perfect opportunity. I crossed my legs Indian style on a whim. I was satisfied to see his eyes widen slightly and stumble over a couple of words. I leaned back into the chair I was sitting in and relaxed, watching his face the whole time. I let my left hand wonder below my skirt while I imagined it was his hand. My eyes looking into his the whole time. I'd never thought I would do something like this before, but his words had enticed me to see how bad I could be. He hurriedly finished the joke, which meant I was left wanting. Smiling I went to the bathroom in order to finish what I'd started. Truthfully this had been the first time I'd thought of him while masturbating. It had just seemed the right thing to do in order to add the extra kink in an already kinky game.

A quiet knock on the bathroom door as I got close to my release, actually startled me. I'd been thinking of him again. Where he'd come into the bathroom to 'help' me along. Marvelous fantasy, but the knock on the door actually shook my resolve a little. "Just a minute." I say after clearing my throat.

"I need to talk to you." The low whisper was both angry and exasperated, as if he couldn't believe his little girl would do such a thing. Smiling, I move my activities closer to the door, leaning against the wall. I pant a little louder and verbalize my pleasure. I'm satisfied to hear a sharp intact of breath. "Stop it. This isn't right." He says barely loud enough to hear. "Claire!" His whispered exclamation forces me over the edge.

"Noah!" I say as I ride the waves of pleasure. He hits the door, louder than a knock but not loud enough to attract attention.

"You'll regret this Claire." He says after a few moments. I pull my panties back up and my skirt down. I vaguely wonder if he means regretting what I did because of the consequences or what might happen after.

"No I won't." I whisper at the crack of the door. I hear him walk away and I head to the sink to wash up, smiling devilishly.

***

I soon realized that I did not like him ignoring me and that's what he did. Whenever we were alone or in a group of people he acted as if I wasn't there. It hurt, but then I knew there would be consequences. After a while, I stopped trying to catch his attention, though my thoughts were still about him and my feelings seemed to grow. I was often confused when I'd catch his eyes for even a second and it made me so hot, so ready. His 'punishment' seemed to be having the reverse effect on me.

***

"Claire." I looked up. I was about to sit by mom on the outside of the booth, but he'd called my name. He smiled warmly as he patted the seat beside him. I smiled, pulling my purse back onto my shoulder scooting around Lyle.

"But I wanted to sit back there. It's so dark compared to this side of the table..." Lyle whines as I sit down. I throw him a smug smile as I place my purse beside me, between me and dad. The invitation to sit beside him was a surprise as he hadn't been too chatty of late. I glance sideways at him, but quickly look away when I think he's doing the same.

The restaurant is a nice one. One we hardly get a chance to go to because Dad's usually out of town or mom is usually showing off Mr. Muggles. The interior is well lit over the tables except for the booths. We were seated at a table/booth hybrid. Two seats in the shadows on the booth side, two seats in soft lights on the chair side. The tables also featured very nice printed tablecloths that touched the floor. Silky smooth fabric brushed against my legs as I moved them. In my opinion the floor-length tablecloths were ridiculous. What if someone's chair caught underneath it? What if someone mistook the tablecloth for their napkin?

"You can sit and eat in the dark next time we come." Mom says to Lyle as he grumpily sits down in the chair beside her. I smile, He'd probably be the one who gets the cloth trapped under his chair. CRASH, all the dishes and food go every- What is that?! My eyes widen slightly as I feel a hand on my thigh. I glance down to my lap and find that my purse is gone from between my dad and me and that he's scooted closer. My heart races as I also notice that it's his hand on my leg. Oh, God!

"...So how was Mr. Muggles' grooming appointment?" Dad asks mom as his fingers rub circles on my thigh. I look up at him in time to catch him looking at me from the corner of his eye. He turns his attention back to mom as she explains that Mr. Muggles now has to have special doggy clippers for his ingrown toenails. Eww... Oh God! And his hand continues to rub on my leg. Not that I don't mind, God I dreamed of him touching me, but we were at dinner! With mom and Lyle! How freaking inappropriate is that.

"Claire, will you be going over to Sarah's tomorrow? I need to know how much casserole I need to make." Mom asks. It's hard to pay attention as I refocus on her question. Tomorrow is Saturday, God that feels good... No! Saturday... Do I have plans with Sarah or Amber or anyone...

"Oh... Um, no... No, not expecting to stay over... Do, will have to go over for... um, a little while." My voice is high and I clear my throat for better control. I sneak my hand under the table and try to push his away. He won't budge. Instead, he forces his hand between my crossed legs and uncrosses them for me. I make a squeak as he does this because it sent a shocking vibration through to the core of me. I'd never felt anything like it.

"What's the matter Claire?" Mom asked as she looks up from her menu. My eyes widen and I blush slightly as his hand slides up and down my inner thigh, dangerously close to my panty line. I shake my head.

"No- Nothing. Nothing's wrong." Thankfully she doesn't press the issue. I lean closer to him and whisper without moving my lips, "Stop it. This is not the place." I pick up my menu and look through the lists for something I'd like. I hear him chuckle.

"Consequences..." He says deathly low. I freeze. Holy fuck me! THIS IS HIS PUNISHMENT?! WHAT THE HELL?? Thankfully I was hiding behind the menu because my eyes bug as I make a perfect 'O' with my mouth and as his hand hikes my right leg up and over his left one. I have to adjust my body in order to look as if I'm still sitting perfectly normal. I feel completely exposed because my skirt is now around my waist and my thong is hiding very little. Thank God for the dark lighting and the floor-length tablecloths... I think now, feeling foolish for my earlier opinion on them.

"What looks good to you, Claire?" Mom asks forcing me to lower the menu. I look at her for a few minutes with no comprehension.

"Yeah, Clairebear, what looks good on the menu?" He asks as his fingers push aside the flimsy piece of fabric covering me and wiggles against my most private of places. I want to squirm from his touch and at the same time beg him for more. My face is probably crimson, but no one comments on it.

"I... I don't know..." I say, clamping down on my tongue in order to not scream out or whimper. I have one hand trying to get his to move away as the other holds the menu before me.

"Well what about this." He says leaning closer as if to point something on the menu out. Then in a voice very, very low, "This is going to happen. Stop fidgeting and learn to control yourself. These are the consequences." He leans back and all I can do is stare at the menu stunned.

I gasp as his finger finally stops teasing and plunges deep within me. I want to moan crazily as he pushes in and pulls out. His longer finger reaching so much farther than my own ever could. I close my eyes, heart racing and try to think while this is happening. It's an effort just to keep from panting. Suddenly his movements stop and I almost whimper for him to go on.

"May I take your order?" FUCK! I scream silently as everyone orders something different. I have no clue when it's my turn, having not bothered with the menu.

"Just double my order, Claire always tries to steal my steak anyway." He says with a big smile on his face. I look at him and I want to scowl or snarl, but I have to keep my composure. If I can survive this... Then I can survive anything... Right?! As soon as the waiter leaves another finger joins his first. The movement is almost beyond my comprehension and I feel like I'm going to pass out from the pleasure. FUCK! I make a small whimpering sound that I hope no one but he can hear.

"Do you hear a dog whimpering?" My mom asks and I quickly shake my head mortified. He chuckles as another finger pays some special attention to a certain piece of anatomy, that even when I use it to send me over the edge myself, makes me scream senselessly. I shake my head trying to get his attention. NO! NO! NO! I scream as he rubs and scraps against it. My tongue's been bit and bit and bit again as I try to keep from saying anything. I bang my elbows down onto the table and hide my face in my hands. "Claire! That's not proper manners. Get your elbows off the table." I shake my head unable to articulate words at the moment. His movements stop and he withdraws. I take long slow breaths as I try to dampen the pleasure and slow my heartbeat.

"I'm sorry... I, uh, have a headache." I say quickly just in case he's planning more and I don't have to wait long either. I can feel his fingers slow, oh so slowly pushing in and I wonder why so slowly until I feel the pressure. He moves in a centimeter and then pulls out slowly, almost like a caress and then pushes in farther with each pass. I'm taking breaths with his rhythm without even meaning to. The friction is so great, so much contact on all sides it's maddening. His fingers are about halfway in when I unintentionally emit a low keening sound. His movements stop.

"Are you alright Clairebear? Headache too much for you?" I grind my teeth at his smugness before answering.

"Bathroom. I need to go to the bathroom." I look up at him putting my hands beneath the table and grasping his wrist; I then his fingers a little deeper before pulling them out. His eyes widen a fraction. "I'll be right back." I said slowly standing and giving my cotton skirt time to fall down into place. I walk around the table and head to the bathroom; my hands on my face trying to cool me down.

"Claire." His voice is close and I turn to find him close behind me. This makes me mad because he's only there to gloat or lecture. Well I don't give him the chance. I wait two heartbeats, two very long strides for him, and I grab his wrist and drag him into the women's bathroom. Thankfully there are no ladies washing their hands at the sinks, though I can hear someone in a stall. He knows better than to say anything while in here and so I'm able to drag him to the biggest stall at the very back of the big bathroom. I push him in and latch the door. He leans down to my ear, "What are you doing?" he asks very, very low.

"Your actions have consequences too." I say just as low to his ear and then grab the back of his neck and kiss him full on the mouth. I was expecting an exclamation. I was expecting him to push me away. I was expecting this to tear what little normal relationship we had to pieces. I was not expecting him to wrap his arms around me. I was not expecting him to kiss me back and I certainly was not expecting him to pin my body between his and the bathroom wall. I wrap my legs around his waist while I run my fingers through his hair. His hands are under my top in seconds, roughly pushing aside my bra, nails scraping over my hardened nipples. I shudder against him breaking my mouth away. "This is damning us..." His mouth recaptures mine as one of his hands rub along my thigh pushing my skirt up around my waist.

"You should stop wearing these skirts..." He says as his mouth moves from my mouth to my throat. I gasp at the feel of his stubble on my cheek, chin, and neck.

"No marks..." I say as he stops sucking on my neck.

"Right..." He says against my throat. My breath hitches as somehow his hand found it's way between our bodies and my thong gets ripped away. His mouth covers mine again and just as his tongue forces it's way into my mouth, his fingers push into me. I rock against his fingers roughly needing it to feel more real.

"Oh, god!" I gasp as the bathroom door distinctly opens and closes. I clamp down on my tongue to keep from vocalizing anything as his actions below get faster. I lean away from him and smack his chest to get his attention. He stops and looks at me with a devilish grin. I shake my head no, vigorously and he slowly nods his. My eyes widen as his fingers pull out and I hear the sound of his zipper. Oh GOD OH GOD OH GOD... Trying to keep control of my actions and sounds as someone starts to pee, I feel him, actually feel his penis at my opening. I gasp with how much my body… I want him. It's almost degrading that I want to fuck him like a teenaged slut. I whisper, "Yes. Yes. Yes."

"Are you sure?" He asks as low as a man can while still being heard and I narrow my eyes because he still has that devilish grin on his face.

"Stop fucking teasing me." And as I say 'me' he pushes into me so fast and hard that I see black spots behind my eyes. He pushes his mouth over mine just as a scream would have bubbled out and I'm grateful he's supporting me as well. The man fucking me in the bathroom does not resemble the man I'd called 'dad' all these years at all. I can believe him to be the man who'd fingered me at the dinner table as he had, but the man I fell in love with wasn't here at the moment. I didn't care because the man that loved me would be there when the lust was gone. The peeing woman, I'm sure, heard 'sex' noises and hurriedly left the restroom for which I was grateful. I moaned and hissed against his mouth and made him promise that the next time would be in a fucking bed.