Title: She Is Truth
Chapters: 1/1
Rating: R
Pairings: Nathan/Claire
Warnings: incest, sex
Summary: He is only honest with her.
Disclaimer: I'm not Tim Kring or part of NBC. So I guess that means I don't own anything how depressing.
( He can make a lie sound effortlessly real, almost as effortless as how his tongue darts out to glaze her lower lip swiftly taunting her. )
So many times he has had to choose between the truth and a lie, and every time he opted for the lie.
After all a lie is simple and keeps people happily oblivious. Truth is always more complicated, more damaging. Its enlightenment can stab ones eyes blind.
If honesty wasn’t so hurtful he’d be more honest, he assured himself.
He doesn’t always lie. He just doesn’t say everything, keeping some facts secret because some things are better left unknown. 'Ignorance is bliss' and all that. When he does state a false line, it is said with such natural conviction that its credibility cannot be doubted.
He can make a lie sound effortlessly real, almost as effortless as how his tongue darts out to glaze her lower lip swiftly taunting her.
Claire kisses him fervently in response. Like so many nights before, she clings to him with a lust that has yet to be vanquished. As Nathan lays her into the bed, nothing is more simple to him than sucking her skin.
Hearing her moan at his touch feels so natural. Without difficulty fewer clothes are seen and more skin is felt. She presses herself more tightly against Nathan, grinding him against her womanhood, invoking him to inhale sharply. He ignores the smirk that twists Claire’s lips (which very well could have been worn by Lolita).
Nathan can’t take her temptation any longer and plunges into her, making her cry out pleasantly surprised. His hips pound against hers, wanting to penetrate as deep as he can into her. After they have both screamed in the dark, he continues to press his lips on Claire's shoulder until their breathing quiets.
Lying beside her is the only time he’s honest with himself, about what he wants and loves and that’s her. She is the truth contradicting all he has ever learnt of honesty because she doesn’t hurt.
When the morning comes, he will lie. Nathan will masquerade to the world that he sees Claire as his daughter and nothing else.
For the first time in his life, the pretense is not easy and rather painful.
Each day the facade suffocates him, a little taste of hell reminding him where his soul will reside when he dies.
So Nathan's heart clenches at the irony when he hears Simon call out to his brother, "Liar, liar pants on fire."
He didn't know his small boy could sound so condemning.