Title: Unexpected
Pairing/Characters: Noah/Claire
Rating: NC17
Summary: Suit jacket still in place, tie gone and your shirt is half way open...
Word Count: 1,745

I walk in the living room and your sitting in your favorite armchair. I'm excited that you're home, but at the same time I can see the glass in your hand with the amber colored liquid. I don't say anything as I walk further into the living room. "Dad?" I ask as I walk slowly around the chair. You're kind of slumped over, business suit jacket still on, but your tie is missing and your shirt is almost completely open. Your legs are as far apart as you can get them and you smile as you bring the glass to your lips for a sip.

"Hello Claire." You say in a very normal, very calm voice that doesn't match you... your appearance at all. I smile almost shyly. I glance at the glass in your hand as you swirl the contents. I look down, dropping my purse on the coffee table and then I sit down it too. I'm worried about you. I've never seen you drink. My eyes linger on your opened shirt before I realize I'm staring and then I look up into your eyes. "What's the matter sweetheart?"

"Dad?" I ask again, finding my voice. It's been three weeks since you've visited. You always come when everyone's home and we have dinner like a normal family. We all smile and we all talk and you don't lie... or drink. Something was different now, something must have happened. "Dad, what's wrong?"

Your posture is relaxed and you seem like nothing's amiss, but you also seem as if you don't care anymore. Your fingers drum on the arm of the chair as you bring the glass up for another sip. It pauses on your bottom lip, "Nothing, Clairebear... Nothing is wrong." Your tone, your voice. It's like you're trying to sound normal for my sake. You take another sip, your answer to me done. My brows wrinkle as the glass rests on the arm once more. I put my hand out and place it around the glass. I look into your face and I see you arch an eyebrow. I apply pressure to get the glass out of your hand, but you're stronger than me and you pull the glass and me towards you.

The force pulls me off the coffee table and uncomfortably between your legs. Mine are stopped by the seat of the armchair. I'm not letting the glass go as you pull it closer and closer to your chest. I have to brace myself with my hand beside your arm, "Please..." I say trying to pull the glass away from you. Your eyes are still on me as you simply smile. I'm getting angry now because you have me leaning over you like some idiot.

"It's my drink Claire and I'm not letting you take it away from me." You say and I just want to scream because your voice... Your voice hasn't changed but I know something's wrong.

"You don't drink." I say pulling away ineffectively. I can't wrestle it from you like I wish I could. I lean down with a defiant look on my face and tip the glass towards my lips. You catch on too late as the burning liquid slides down my throat and I'm coughing. I let the glass go as you yank it away from me. My hands are on your legs as I cough hard trying to breathe again. "Why did you do that Claire." Now your voice is angry.

"I..." I cough again, my voice not really wanting to work right now. "Won't... let you..." I stop not being able to finish. What's disturbing me now is that you have not moved. Your arms are still lounging and you're still snuggled deeply into the chair. I glance up into your face, mine contorted with pain. How does anyone drink that stuff the way you were? I think as a chill crawls up my back from your expression. You really don't care right now.

"Won't let me... What? Drink myself into a stupor? Visit my own home without being supervised by your mother? See my... My Claire by myself..." Now able to breathe, I want to back away from you and I've never wanted it more than now. I pull my hands away from your legs and take a step back as your legs clamp together trapping me. Now you sit forward. Now you move and now I realize that the room is getting darker because you were sitting in the dark waiting for me to get home.

I'm startled to hear glass shattering behind me. You must have tossed the glass you were holding and I hadn't seen your arm move. "You... You can see me anytime you want." I say with a small smile. I wiggle my legs to test how tightly you're holding them. I jump as your hands touch my bare arms. You're sitting down, but my short height puts us eye level and I can see every emotion that crosses your face. You are in control of yourself. You are not drunk and I suspect that glass was your first drink of the evening. I'm thinking you're a bit confused. My heart hammers as the room grows steadily darker. When will mom and Lyle be home? I ask myself trying to remember what mom had told me this morning. Your hands are bad distractions though as they slowly rise along my arms. "This isn't the best way..." I hear myself say and then look into your eyes once again.

Your hands pause on my arms and your smile broadens. "Not the best way?" You ask with an arched eyebrow. I look away from your face embarrassed and glad that the lights are off. "Why Claire, what do you think this is?" Your tone has slipped into something teasing and I'm not in the mood to play this game. My hands find your arms and I squeeze them closed around you. "Come now, Claire... Don't be shy. We're alone." I feel you shift and realize that you've scooted closer to the edge of the chair. Your back is straight and now you're a little taller than me. I feel overshadowed, overpowered, trapped. "Sweetheart, look at me..."

I feel dirty. I feel like my mind is swirling with thoughts that shouldn't be there and it maddens me to no end when you try and force me to voice them. My mouth is clamped firmly shut as my eyes find yours. I know you love me, would never want to hurt me, but I think sometimes you don't realize that emotional pain is worse than physical pain. I'm not pleasing you with a word and you know this as your eyes darken. Your hands continue their caress on my arms as your legs squeeze together forcing me forward, closer to you. My hands let your arms go as they slip inside your already opened shirt to feel your skin and the hair on your chest.

When I'm as close to your groin as I can get your hands leave my arms and I can feel them on my back, then on my backside, sliding farther down. I had been stupid to wear a skit today, although I hadn't dreamed you'd be waiting for me like this. My hands roam all over your chest beneath your shirt and jacket as my cheek rests against yours. "Where are mom and Lyle?" I ask at your ear. I'm relieved to feel your legs spreading wide again, unclamping from my waist. "This could have waited though..." I say as I feel your fingers on the backs of my bare thighs. I shiver as your mouth nips at my neck and your fingers rise up under my skirt. The look of you in the chair with your shirt almost all opened had me already wet for you.

"Perhaps you could have waited..." You say against my neck, each word sending a shiver of pleasure down my back. "But I simply had to have... you." Your mouth kisses my collar bone as you mouth 'you' and I just melt into you. My mouth finds yours and I can't deny it any longer. I'd wanted you all day long, but I was better at keeping my thoughts to myself. Your hands cup my ass and I simply want to climb into your lap right this minute. Your scratchy cheeks rub along mine and it's the most wonderful feeling in the world, well not THE most wonderful, but so very close. I'm itching for your fingers to find me, but wanting something else of you so much more. My hands slip out of your shirt and works at undoing your pants.

My mouth finds yours again and you chuckle as I'm able to free your cock, already hard at my touch. I whimper as your fingers finally caress between my legs over my panties. I know what you're doing. You're making me out to be the impatient one now as you take your time with me. I bite your bottom lip as your fingers slowly hook onto the hem of my panties, sliding them down so damn slowly. I have one knee on your leg trying my damnedest to crawl into your lap, when your fingers push into me. I gasp over your mouth as you chuckle again. "Oh, Claire..." You say and my hand squeezes around your cock in pleasure. I'm rewarded with a hiss as my mouth presses against yours hard and very, very needy.

"Ohhh." I moan into your mouth as you tease me, making it impossible to reciprocate my feelings to you through my hands on your cock. I want you rock hard when I mount you, but you're quickly making my head spin. Finally your fingers slip out, pinching my clit once before taking me by the waist and helping me down onto you. "Nuhh." I groan as I adjust around you, loving the friction as you wiggle just a tiny bit. My mouth is open, panting as I buck my hips into you. Your hands remain on my hips, helping me move as my hands wrap around your neck. I open my eyes to see you staring into my face and I smile. "I love you..." I say softly, almost shyly. You lean forward and kiss me tenderly. Our bodies moving insync as your lips nip at mine.

"I love you too, Claire..."