| Heroes: The Girl Outside The Mirror |
[Mar. 5th, 2007|04:16 pm] |
Title: The Girl Outside The Mirror
Pairing: Niki/Jessica
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Heroes
Warnings: Splitcest, mild d/s
Spoiler alert: 1x15 - Run!
Summary: Niki won't let Jessica run her life anymore.
“You’re not going to do it,” Niki said, looking distinctly uncomfortable with the sniper rifle in her hands.
Jessica turned away from her reflection. “What? Don’t tell me you have feelings for the guy.”
“He’s an innocent man.”
“Nobody’s innocent!” Jessica turned around, smiling softly. “Except for you.” She took a step forward and ran a hand down the cool glass of the mirror. “Relax. We won’t get caught. Linderman’s already set up a fall guy.”
“Another one of those ‘nobody’s innocent’ types?” Niki snarked.
“See? You’re getting into the swing of things quick.” Jessica looked around the hotel room for a moment before shrugging and shoving the sniper rifle under the bed.
“Nathan doesn’t deserve to die,” Niki begged.
“Neither did I. That’s why you kept me around. Admittedly, in less than mint condition.” She walked back to the mirror and set her hand against it again. “But haven’t I done all I can for you? Took your place when those nasty boys did what they expected to get to do?”
“D.L.’s a good man,” Niki said.
“Of course he is. That must be why you come running to me every time he so much as touches you. Maybe you’re more into bad girls.”
“Fuck you.”
“Maybe later, hon, mommy’s got work.” Jessica walked to the window. “He’ll come in from the north, get out, give a little speech, then boom. It’ll be quick and painless. .44 slugs to the skull usually are.”
“I won’t let you do it.”
Jessica guffawed. “You won’t let me? Niki, doll, you’ve cracked. What’re you gonna do about it from in there, say ‘Bloody Mary’ seven times?”
Niki’s face tightened with resolve. “I’ve been practicing.”
She took a step forward.
The mirror glass bent outward, crushing against her body. Gritting her teeth, she pressed on. Jessica took a step back. A fingernail, a knuckle, a hand slipped through, clasping at empty air. Finally, Niki’s entire arm made it through, grabbing onto the side of the mirror for support. After that, it was easy for Niki to force the rest of herself through.
“How’d you do that?” Jessica breathed.
“I wanted to,” Niki said. “You’re going to stop putting my family in danger. Right now.”
Jessica smiled uneasily. “Really. And how do you think that’s going to work? You’re not real, remember? This is all in my head.”
“My head,” Niki said pointedly. “Which means I can do whatever I want.”
Niki stepped towards her doppelganger until their bodies almost touched.
“And what do you want to do?” Jessica smirked.
Niki shoved Jessica back, against the wall, hands still there, holding Niki in place.
Jessica smiled again, a bit of a hitch in her voice. “What do you really want to do?”
“I’m in charge,” Niki said with all the confidence she could muster. “From now on, what I say goes. When I say jump, you say how high. When I say…”
“No,” Jessica said simply. “Now get back in the mirror.” Her eyes flittered towards the rifle. “I don’t want you to have to watch this.”
“I have ways of making you mind me,” Niki growled.
“I’d like to see you try.” Niki pressed Jessica harder against the wall. Jessica’s smile widened. “I’m stronger than you, sis.”
Niki lowered her hands for a moment, then shoved her forearm across Jessica’s throat, pinning her to the wall. Her other hand lazily dangled between Jessica’s legs.
“C’mon, Niki. What’re you waiting for, huh?”
The thumb of her free hand moved up. Niki’s thumbnail ran over the denim covering Jessica’s crotch.
“You strutting little whore,” Niki said softly. Her thumb and forefinger pinched over the zipper to Jessica’s jeans and began tugging downward. “Is this what you what?”
Jessica gritted her teeth and thought of England. The cool breeze moving from the air conditioner, through her unzipped pants, and breaking against her panties was hard to ignore.
“You really think you have any power here?” Niki asked, her mouth against Jessica’s ear. “It’s my body. I can take away everything you have. I can put you so far back in the mirror that you’ll never find your way out.”
“Please… please don’t,” Jessica said weakly.
“Of course I won’t. That wouldn’t be any fun. Strip.”
Jessica glanced at the window. “Petrelli will be coming through here any minute.”
Niki looked her in the eye. “That wasn’t a request. Take. Your clothes. Off.”
Jessica stepped backwards. Niki circled her, waiting as Jessica undid the top button on her blouse. Suddenly, Niki slapped her ass. “Faster!”
Jessica turned, spotting a mirror. So that was what her reflection looked like. Niki stood behind her, arms going under her armpits, unbuttoning Jessica’s blouse for her.
“You won’t be needing this,” Niki said, pulling the blouse off her alter ego’s back.
Now only the somewhat translucent tanktop was there, the darker black of Jessica’s bra under it. Niki ran a finger along the twin sets of shoulder straps, reached the end of her journey, then went back the other way, fingernail raising pale marks along Jessica’s shoulder blades. Jessica shuddered at the minor pain and pulled off the shoulder straps to her tanktop.
“Good girl,” Niki praised as Jessica slid her tanktop off, leaving her in a bra and pair of jeans. “There’s a good girl.”
“I’m not your fucking pet!” Jessica barked.
“You’re still wearing too much,” Niki reminded her.
Jessica rolled her eyes, but complied. Her jeans were already unzipped, so she just wiggled them down her creamy thighs (to Niki’s hilariously blatant stare).
“No underwear, Jessie?” Niki asked.
Jessica just smiled.
“Sit down.”
Jessica did, reaching back to undo her bra. Niki stopped her. They stood like that, Niki’s hands over Jessica’s, before Jessica parted her legs slightly. It was Niki’s turn to smile. She straddled Jessica’s lap. When Niki looked down, she saw that Jessica wasn’t wearing anything below the waist.
“How did you…?”
“All in our collective noggin, remember?” Niki tilted her head to the mirror. “Check out the floor show.”
Jessica looked. Their mutual body was lying on the bed, alone, on her back. Then Niki rubbed herself against Jessica, full-body stroke like a cat, and the body on the bed arched its back. Reaching behind the other woman, Niki took off Jessica’s bra as the doppelganger similarly undressed Niki. Niki’s breasts sprung out slightly and Jessica moved her face over them, delighting in their warmth and buoyancy. Niki smiled indulgently and thrust herself between Jessica’s legs.
Niki’s pussy against Jessica’s own felt heavenly. Niki continued to grind against her with a slow, steady pattern, moving back and forth, up and down. Jessica bit her lower lip, Niki focused all her attention on Jessica’s face with an anticipatory grin.
“This is fun,” Jessica said. “Of course, once we finish, I’m still gonna kill…”
Niki grabbed a handful of Jessica’s hair and wrenched her head back.
“No talking.”
Jessica kept her mouth shut.
Niki wasn’t just riding her. She was cascading against her, undulating across her, moving with her in some impossible way that got to Jessica’s very core. Jessica parted her wet lips a little and let out an acute moan. Niki smiled and breathed in it, smelling the heady scent of their arousal filling the room. In the mirror, the blonde had her hands down her pants.
“I am in control,” Niki said, and Jessica felt her mouth go dry.
“I have all the power,” Niki said, and Jessica felt her pussy moisten.
“You belong to me,” Niki said, and Jessica felt her orgasm rushing up to meet her. She reached down to touch herself and Niki slapped her hand away, overpowering her, forcing her arms behind her back. The hold forced their bodies even tighter against each other, so close their identical breasts smoshed together.
“Please, Niki, please… finish it…”
“Say I’m your mistress.”
Jessica craned her head back as another wave of pleasure hit her. “No… noooo.”
“It’s just a word, Jessie.” Niki savagely thrust herself against her lover, so hard their pelvises bumped. Jessica gasped. “Say it.”
“M-m-mistress.”
“Louder.”
“Mistress!”
“Can you use it in a sentence?” Niki taunted.
“Fuck me, mistress! Fuck me!”
Niki nodded, bringing her hand up to cradle Jessica’s face. Her thumb trickled across Jessica’s deep red lips, then left them to run a splayed hand down her neck, across her breasts, over her flat stomach, and finally curling closed within her crotch. Jessica’s eyes rolled back in her head as Niki held her clit in her hand.
“What my Jessica wants, my Jessica gets.” That said, Niki gave Jessica’s clit a gentle twist.
That was all it took.
A deep sigh, exhaling all the pleasure in the world out her lungs and leaving her face with a satisfied, slightly delirious smirk. Jessica opened her eyes just in time to see Niki moving in for a kiss. Her own tongue sought out Niki’s and she returned the kiss eagerly, even giggling a little.
They rested their foreheads together, content in the afterglow, and Jessica said “I want to go down on you, mistress.”
Niki smiled indulgently and nodded, switching seats with Jessica. In the mirror, the blonde contorted herself until her head was in between her own legs. Jessica slid her tongue slowly over her lips as she observed her target. Already wet with her… their?... arousal. Jessica gave it an experimental lick, a long languid stroke that earned her a sharp intake of breath from Niki. Jessica grinned at the reaction she’d gotten and repeated the experiment. This time, Niki twined her fingers in Jessica’s hair, all the emotion she refused to express vocally evident in her death-grip.
“Do you like what I’m doing to you, mistress?” Jessica asked mock-solicitously, adding a note of irony to the last word.
“It doesn’t suck.”
Jessica slipped her tongue in deeper, hands digging into Niki’s ass so there was no place to go. Niki’s feet jerked reflexively. She gritted her teeth together and Jessica slurped and Niki’s perfect thighs crushed against Jessica’s ears. From deep in Niki’s chest a purring sound could be heard, so with one final kiss to Niki’s mound, Jessica raised her head and asked—
“Do you really like what I’m doing to you?”
“Fuck!” Niki gasped in a voice that said everything.
“That’s good,” Jessica said, pulling back and licking her lips. “Because you’re not going to get anymore until you call me mistress.”
Niki sat on the bed, legs spread, skin flushed, staring at her doppelganger with an incredulous expression, as if to ask “are you for real?”
Jessica crossed her arms smugly.
Niki giggled at her, as if she were an animal acting smarter than it was, and began running her hands over her own body. Jessica watched as Niki’s hands caressed nipples hardened with excitement, thighs most with juices, skin slick with sweat. The reflection was almost drooling as Niki rubbed her own breasts before moving a hand down and holding it between her legs.
Jessica whimpered helplessly.
Niki moaned in pleasure as her juices ran down her legs, staining the mattress under her. With her other hand, she pinched a nipple and dragged it away from her breast before releasing it and repeating the procedure on her other breast. Niki slid her fingers in and out of her pussy, only stopping when she came with a sharp cry of pleasure.
“I, uh…” Jessica let her arms drop to her sides. “I think we can work something out.”
“Not right now,” Niki said, shuffling backwards on the bed until she reached pillows. “That last orgasm really tuckered me out.”
Jessica swore.
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