Title: Corner
Pairing/Characters: Noah/Claire
Rating: R
Summary: Prompt #8 of 20 that are all dedicated to Dref. Takes place after 3.16 as if the kidnapping of HRG never happened. Written a little differently... Let me know what you think .
Word Count: 1,815

I walk around the corner and see you standing in front of the counter with what looks like shot glasses in front of you. My brows wrinkle as you push them closer together. I don't know why you're here, but I'm happy as hell you are. "Dad!" I yell as I practically run to you. You look at me with a big smile on your face and then turn my way as I get closer. Your arms engulf me and I rest my head on your chest listening to the familiar sounds of your heartbeat.

"Clairebear." You say softly as I feel your kiss on the top of my head. My arms slide out from around your waist and encircle your neck instead. I want to hold on to you and never let you go. The house sounds empty and I wonder why now.

"Where are mom and Lyle?" I ask as I reluctantly let you go. You lean back against the counter and fold your arms over your chest. I note that you're not wearing a suit, just nice slacks and a three-quarter sleeved shirt that looks very good on you.

"I made sure they weren't here when I dropped by. Your mom made it clear that she doesn't want to see me... And I thought it would be easier to visit you and Lyle separately." My heart pounds at your explanation. The only other time I've felt more awful about something I've done or said was when you'd died and the last thing I'd told you was that I hated you.

"Why... I mean, why separately?" I ask walking around the island and sitting on one of the bar stools. You sigh and look down at your crossed arms.

"I can't discuss everything I need to with you in front of Lyle, there's-"

"You said no more lies. You said you wouldn't keep anything from them-" You look up as a flash of anger crosses your features and I stop talking. You unfold your arms and take the two steps that put you across the island from me.

"Claire, I am not lying to them. If they ask me something I won't lie, but I'm not offering information either." You hold up a finger as I open my mouth to speak. "You do not know what is best for this family. I do. Let me be who I am." Your words are no more than I deserve as you turn back around and finger the shot glasses again. Tears are at my eyes, but I'm refusing to let them fall.

"Give me a shot." Your movements freeze and you face me. I smile.

"Excuse me?" You say in a very fatherly way, I laugh.

"Give me a shot... of something. I need a drink if we're having a conversation." Your hand comes up in that parent pointer mode that every kid knows best and I laugh. "I don't mean anything alcoholic, jeeze Dad, you don't even drink." Your features transform into confusion until you realize I'm joking. Then that signature Noah Bennet smile pops onto your face and I smile too.

"Milk it is, then. Gotta tell you though princess, it's knocked out bigger men then you before." You say as you walk to the refrigerator. I smirk at your silly try to save the situation. I roll my eyes as you walk over to the fridge and grasp the handle. Only too late did I remember that the door was broken and wouldn't stay open long enough for you to safely get whatever you needed.

"Dad!" I yell as the door swings impossibly fast and pins your hand. I'm completely surprised you don't make a sound. The pain on your face says it all. Shattered hand. "Don't move!" I say reaching for the telephone.

"Don't, just help me get it out...." You pant out as your face contorts with the pain. I don't want to touch the door because I know it'll hurt you, but you motion for me to anyway. I yank the door open really fast, "SONOFA-" You yell as your limp hand falls out and you quickly cradle it to your chest. I let the door slam shut once more and I help you to a bar stool.

"Oh, your hand!" I say uselessly. You're still breathing quite heavily as I realize that I can heal it. I step closer, this taking my waist between your legs as I try and get as close to your wound as I can. I turn to the left and reach for a kitchen knife, my stomach rubbing against you as I do. You groan and I pause thinking I touched your hand, but a glance back shows that your face isn't contorted in pain now, but something much different. I try and grab for the knife again as my hip rubs against your leg.

"Oh. Claire!" You say in a confused sounding voice.

"I need the knife and I can't..." I say trying to reach it again when something twitches against my hip, I know it's not your leg. "reach it." I finish pausing. I watch as your arm reaches past mine and grabs the knife for me. You hand it to me, but I can't help but twist my hips just a tad. You give a hiss between your teeth and your 'leg' twitches again.

"Claire..." You say as your eyes find mine. I feel embarrassed for doing this to you, but at the same time I'm excited that... well you're excited. I nod, not moving my lower body as I slice open my palm. You hold out your mutilated hand and let my blood drip onto it. Doesn't take long when your pain filled faces leave and your bloodied hand resembles a normal, yet still bloody hand. You sigh, flexing your fingers. "So how long has the door been broke?"

"Hmm." I say as I twist towards the sink to set the knife down. I hear you give another hiss as your hands lock onto my hips holding me still. I can feel the blood seep into my shirt, but I didn't care. "It's been that way a couple of weeks now..." I whisper still looking at the bloody knife in the sink, but I can feel that your face is closer to mine than it was just a few seconds ago. My hips start twisting on their own as your hands directs me. My left hip feels you lengthening and growing harder. My eyes widen and my heart flutters and I turn my head to look at you. Your eyes are closed lips parted just a tiny bit. I lick my lips seconds before pushing forward and lightly pressing them to yours. And then in a second I'm pulled back, eyes searching yours as they pop open.

Your eyes widen just a fraction and then a small smile slips along your lips as you say, "Clairebear." One of your hands lets my hip go cupping my cheek, your thumb on my chin. "You're obviously confused..." You say while your other hand still had me rubbing on your erection. I'm thinking by now that you're the confused one.

"But..." I say, trying to indicate your obvious erection that I caused. My brows knit together as your eyes slide shut. I'm trying to think about what's going on. Are you just using my body to jerk you off? Does this actually mean something to you? I'm feeling a bit bold now, what with your eyes closed and all, and I allow my hand to slide along your leg. Your eyes snap open as soon as my fingers come into contact with your erection. "I'm not confused... I think maybe you are..." I say stroking lightly along the top length.

Your eyes close and your mouth sets as your hand on my waist stops me moving against you. Your hand on my cheek slides behind to my neck and you lean your head close to me. "I'm trying not to lose control..." You say, breath ghosting past my ear. My fingers stop their movements on your erection as your face comes into my view. Your eyes are locked on mine. "Is there something you want to say, Claire?" You ask me. My mouth hangs open as I shake my head no, your fingers pressed firmly against the back of my neck. I catch your mouth lifting in a half smile before your mouth is on mine. My mouth opens for you and you take full advantage. I moan into your mouth as our tongues slide together.

A second later you're groaning into my mouth as I realize my hand on your cock has been squeezing. I lighten the pressure with a whispered, "Sorry." Against your lips. This is all very crazy. This intense feeling of rightness with you. You raised me. You... You changed my diapers... God, even thinking about that didn't deter the fact that I wanted you to fuck me. Your hand is in my hair and I think back to that hatful night in my room when I had caused mom to kick you out of the house. I'd wondered why I'd been crying for you. For that. Perhaps it wasn't because of that... No, I'd saved Alex from you and that'd been right. I'd clued mom in and that was right. No I'd cried because I wouldn't see you every day, not that I did anyway. I mean... Hell I don't know what I mean.... Your mouth breaks away from mine and I'm breathing, my cheek pressed to yours.

"You... Seem... Preoccupied..." You say between breaths. I laugh.

"Yeah... I was thinking about the night I got you kicked out..." You kiss my cheek and then the corner of my mouth. My hand stroking you ever more.

"Yeah? What about it?" You ask between kisses. I smile.

"I'd be fine with a divorce..." I blurt out. Your mouth pauses by my earlobe and as you breath out, I shiver at the sensation. You draw back and look me in the eye. I feel silly for saying it now. I feel like an idiot, like I just killed the mood, though you're still rock hard against my hand.

"A divorce? Has your mother-" I shake my head no fast.

"No... It's just." I cock my head a little to encompass what's going on. You smile and my heart flutters.

"I want to hear you say it, Sweetheart..." You say with a big grin. Your head is cocked to one side and I can see my own eyes in the reflection off your glasses. I look scared to death and I was.

"I just... want you.... For myself..." You chuckle in that little way I'd always loved and then your mouth is on mine again and my head is spinning.