Title: Petrelli Party Like No Other
Pairing/Characters: Noah/Claire
Rating: NC17
Summary: Written for the 47_trek_47 Heroes Anonymous Kink Meme
Nonny's Prompt: HRG/Claire - Sex in the bathroom at a Petrelli party
Word Count: 458

She walks in and he's on her in a second. "Oh!" She exclaims as he closes the door and pulls her into his arms.

"God I can't watch you with his hands on you!" Noah Bennet says as his hand tangles in Claire's hair and he covers her mouth with his. She kisses him deeply, fingers snaking directly to his belt buckle and unfastening it.

"He wouldn't stop either." Claire says as their mouths part for two seconds. His other hand has hiked her dress up around her waist as his fingers push aside the red thong she's wearing. He groans as she moans into his mouth.

"Was it inappropriate? Should I act the father?" He asks as his tongue licks down her neck. She cries out as his fingers plunge into her. Her hands momentarily forgotten on his zipper.

"Yes. His hand was under my dress... Searching." Noah's anger took over for all of two seconds as his hips pinned her's against the door. He actually growled onto her collar bone before kissing back up to reclaim her mouth. She pulls out seconds later panting.

"Did he... Did he touch you?" And as if to punctuate his question, his fingers pump in and out as she moans against his shoulder. Her hands resume their agenda and he hisses between his teeth as her warm palms massage his cock possessively.

"Why do you think I was already wet?" She whispers into his ear as his hips buck into her hands. He growls again and she feels the need to explain. "I was thinking only of you... Why not let him have his fun?" She asks as his fingers withdraw and he pushes her roughly against the door, bringing one leg up around his waist. Her mouth latches onto his, drinking his angry growls as his cock pushes into her.

"That's. Not. The. Point." He says a hard thrust punctuating each word. She's beyond their discussion now as she clings to his neck and kisses his face, being careful not to dislodge his glasses.

Down the hall in the dining room of the Petrelli mansion, the dinner guests are eating, no one actually noticing that the conversation died or that Peter has left his plate full of food. Angela Petrelli has her hand on her head as if she has a headache while Nathan's demeanor tells all he's angrier than he's ever been. The lack of conversation is ignored right along with the loud bangs that increase in volume and frequency.

"There's no party like a Petrelli party..." Lyle whispers as he feeds Mr. Muggles a piece of his ham under the table.