Notes: Holiday drabble #13. Written for babykid528, Housefrau, Quinto-lover, and all-around awesome chica! No spoilers. No beta. One toke over the line sweet, Jesus.
“I can’t do this.”
“I think you can.”
He’s spent so long keeping her safe, that when she showed up at his apartment crying, asking if she could stay the night, he immediately agreed. It’s long past the time when she used to come into his and Sandra’s bedroom and snuggle between them like the little girl she was. Now she’s a woman and having her so close is too much. His body reacts, even while his mind recoils.
Noah can’t believe this is happening. Claire, in his arms, warm and naked, and begging for something he knows is utterly wrong, but can’t bring himself to deny her. So much love and sweetness and heat and softness and at some point he stops fighting himself and gives her what they both must have wanted for so long.
Lying in bed afterwards, drained, he feels her skin against his, along with the enormity of what he’s done. This is so far beyond morally gray, it makes everything else in his past look positively benevolent by comparison.
Claire can heal, but Noah doesn’t think either of them will ever recover.