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Powerless - OZ - (Claire Howell/Sean Murphy)
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1_million_words was the following AU - the electricity went out and I don't have candles. I thought it was the perfect opportunity for my "let's get Murphy laid" initiative and my "let's get Claire laid" initiative to meet up and marvel over the eroticism of hot cocoa as well as other things.
The windowpanes rattled under the force of the wind. The lights dimmed then returned to full power. Sean had seen the thunderstorm advisory come up on the bottom of the screen during the basketball game and discounted it since normally the weather people on the local news were hit and miss.
This time, however, was shaping up to be a hit. Lightning illuminated the room followed by a crash of thunder. He thought about the last time it had stormed this intensely and what had happened. Neither one of them had spoken about it since that moment, but it had featured in Sean’s fantasies for a few weeks.
It had started out innocently enough with a knock on the door. Sean opened it to find Claire outside. “The electricity went out and I don’t have candles,” she said. Her water-soaked hair dripped onto the carpet in the apartment hallway.
“Come on in,” he stepped aside from the door. “Where’s the baby?”
“She’s with my mom. I dropped her off.”
Sean retrieved a towel from the linen closet and handed it to her. “Thanks,” she replied, drying off her hair. He didn’t know if she was thanking him for the towel or for not prying into the situation with her mother.
“Do you want something to drink? I could make some coffee or hot cocoa.”
“Do you have marshmallows?”
“No. I usually top mine with whipped cream.”
“Never tried that.”
“So is that a yes to cocoa?”
“Sure, but you don’t have to go to all that trouble. If you just have some extra candles, I’ll be out of your hair soon. Hell, for all I know, they could have the power back on already.”
Thunder crashed again. “I’m not letting you go back out in that.”
“Is there any place I can put my jacket?”
“Just lay it on the counter,” Sean said as he filled two mugs with water and stuck them in the microwave. When he turned around, he almost wished he hadn’t asked her to take it off at all. Claire wore a too tight v-necked t-shirt that showed off the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath it.
She noticed him looking and smiled, “It saves time with Lily. I usually go right into pajama mode after work. Honestly, you’re lucky I’m wearing shorts.”
As if on cue, he glanced at her legs. What she called shorts ended about mid-thigh. The beep from the microwave wrested his attention away from her. If it wasn’t storming so terribly outside, he would have thought that she planned this. He continued with the process of making cocoa, stirring the powdered mix from the packet into the hot water. “I know you’re supposed to add the water to the mix, but it works just as well for me this way. You just have to stir it a little more, but I don’t mind taking the time.”
“Whatever floats your boat, I’m not the cocoa police.”
He finished up and set the mug in front of her. “Oh,” he said. “I almost forgot the crowning touch.” With that, he went back to the refrigerator and pulled out a can of whipped cream. “Do you want to do your own or do you want me to do you?”
Claire held back a laugh. “You can do me.”
With that, Sean sprayed a healthy dollop of whipped cream over the top of the hot cocoa. Claire laughed, looking at the mountain of whipped cream before her. “How am I supposed to drink this?”
“Very carefully,” Sean said, straight-faced before moving to top his own beverage.
Claire looked at his mug. “You don’t have as much.”
“It’s okay. I don’t mind. Enjoy.”
Claire swept off the top of the whipped cream with her tongue, making for a more manageable cup of cocoa. She could feel the whipped cream against her upper lip as the warm liquid slid down her throat, but she didn’t care.
Sean had his cup of cocoa lifted halfway to his mouth, but stopped and set it down again without a word.
“Am I a mess?” she asked.
“Yes,” Sean whispered, brushing her still wet strands of hair away from her face. She had a dot of whipped cream on her nose and a line along her upper lip. “Is this okay?”
Claire nodded. He leaned forward, dropping kisses along her upper lip to remove the last vestiges of whipped cream and then capturing her mouth with his own. When he pulled back, she laughed. “You have whipped cream on your nose.”
“Thanks to you.”
“Murphy…” she began.
“You can call me Sean.”
“I haven’t done anything with anyone since I found out I was pregnant.”
“We don’t…”
“But I think, there was a reason I came here tonight. And it wasn’t about the candles.”
“Okay.”
“So, if you’re game…”
He was game.
Sean smiled at the recollection. As the next rumble of thunder subsided, he heard it, a knock at his door.
He opened the door. Claire stood outside, wet hair clinging to her face.
“Power out again?” he asked.
“Nope,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’m feeling wet all over. Can you help me with that?”
He smiled. “I might be able to.”
1_million_words was the following AU - the electricity went out and I don't have candles. I thought it was the perfect opportunity for my "let's get Murphy laid" initiative and my "let's get Claire laid" initiative to meet up and marvel over the eroticism of hot cocoa as well as other things.The windowpanes rattled under the force of the wind. The lights dimmed then returned to full power. Sean had seen the thunderstorm advisory come up on the bottom of the screen during the basketball game and discounted it since normally the weather people on the local news were hit and miss.
This time, however, was shaping up to be a hit. Lightning illuminated the room followed by a crash of thunder. He thought about the last time it had stormed this intensely and what had happened. Neither one of them had spoken about it since that moment, but it had featured in Sean’s fantasies for a few weeks.
It had started out innocently enough with a knock on the door. Sean opened it to find Claire outside. “The electricity went out and I don’t have candles,” she said. Her water-soaked hair dripped onto the carpet in the apartment hallway.
“Come on in,” he stepped aside from the door. “Where’s the baby?”
“She’s with my mom. I dropped her off.”
Sean retrieved a towel from the linen closet and handed it to her. “Thanks,” she replied, drying off her hair. He didn’t know if she was thanking him for the towel or for not prying into the situation with her mother.
“Do you want something to drink? I could make some coffee or hot cocoa.”
“Do you have marshmallows?”
“No. I usually top mine with whipped cream.”
“Never tried that.”
“So is that a yes to cocoa?”
“Sure, but you don’t have to go to all that trouble. If you just have some extra candles, I’ll be out of your hair soon. Hell, for all I know, they could have the power back on already.”
Thunder crashed again. “I’m not letting you go back out in that.”
“Is there any place I can put my jacket?”
“Just lay it on the counter,” Sean said as he filled two mugs with water and stuck them in the microwave. When he turned around, he almost wished he hadn’t asked her to take it off at all. Claire wore a too tight v-necked t-shirt that showed off the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath it.
She noticed him looking and smiled, “It saves time with Lily. I usually go right into pajama mode after work. Honestly, you’re lucky I’m wearing shorts.”
As if on cue, he glanced at her legs. What she called shorts ended about mid-thigh. The beep from the microwave wrested his attention away from her. If it wasn’t storming so terribly outside, he would have thought that she planned this. He continued with the process of making cocoa, stirring the powdered mix from the packet into the hot water. “I know you’re supposed to add the water to the mix, but it works just as well for me this way. You just have to stir it a little more, but I don’t mind taking the time.”
“Whatever floats your boat, I’m not the cocoa police.”
He finished up and set the mug in front of her. “Oh,” he said. “I almost forgot the crowning touch.” With that, he went back to the refrigerator and pulled out a can of whipped cream. “Do you want to do your own or do you want me to do you?”
Claire held back a laugh. “You can do me.”
With that, Sean sprayed a healthy dollop of whipped cream over the top of the hot cocoa. Claire laughed, looking at the mountain of whipped cream before her. “How am I supposed to drink this?”
“Very carefully,” Sean said, straight-faced before moving to top his own beverage.
Claire looked at his mug. “You don’t have as much.”
“It’s okay. I don’t mind. Enjoy.”
Claire swept off the top of the whipped cream with her tongue, making for a more manageable cup of cocoa. She could feel the whipped cream against her upper lip as the warm liquid slid down her throat, but she didn’t care.
Sean had his cup of cocoa lifted halfway to his mouth, but stopped and set it down again without a word.
“Am I a mess?” she asked.
“Yes,” Sean whispered, brushing her still wet strands of hair away from her face. She had a dot of whipped cream on her nose and a line along her upper lip. “Is this okay?”
Claire nodded. He leaned forward, dropping kisses along her upper lip to remove the last vestiges of whipped cream and then capturing her mouth with his own. When he pulled back, she laughed. “You have whipped cream on your nose.”
“Thanks to you.”
“Murphy…” she began.
“You can call me Sean.”
“I haven’t done anything with anyone since I found out I was pregnant.”
“We don’t…”
“But I think, there was a reason I came here tonight. And it wasn’t about the candles.”
“Okay.”
“So, if you’re game…”
He was game.
Sean smiled at the recollection. As the next rumble of thunder subsided, he heard it, a knock at his door.
He opened the door. Claire stood outside, wet hair clinging to her face.
“Power out again?” he asked.
“Nope,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’m feeling wet all over. Can you help me with that?”
He smiled. “I might be able to.”
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I liked the format here--using present day to set up the flashback, then the wraparound to set up the ending. I loved the easy flirtation between the two of them and how Sean's lingering looks triggered his desires.
When I wrote that Sean/Claire story for the Magi treat, I was pleasantly surprised by how much I liked this pairing and how easy it was to imagine. It's tempting (and fun) to write Claire as a stereotypical villain, but she has real potential as something much more than that (especially in a post-series universe).
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I was amazed at how easy it was to write the two of them together and how flirty they could be. They are a fun couple which is why I had them together for my Magi prompt. I know I've told you before but I really enjoyed the story you wrote.
I've got a Sean/Claire BDSM fic that I noodle around with from time to time. One of these days I'm going to finish it.