Warning: Femslash.

Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes, anything related to Heroes or Webster's Dictionary.

Author's Note: This is the last part.

Most Definitely

Part Three

Tossing up yet another romance novel, Elle sighed before sending a huge bolt of lightning at it. The book instantly caught fire, every word written on the pages being obliterated. Elle stood, digging her feet deeper into the cool sand as she watched the ashes float gently towards the earth, the sunrise providing a calming background to the suspended remains. Maybe everyone had been right. Maybe she really couldn't feel and all of her declaration of love to Claire had been a lie she had just told herself.

No, she thought, frowning at the cover of another novel of love. No, I do love her. Her brow furrowed further as she thought back to all the stress love had brought her in the past month. Tears welled up in her eyes, not from sorrow this time, not from confusion, but out of shear anger and frustration. She hurled the book into the sky and sent masses of electricity through the helpless novel as she declared loudly, "I hate love."

"Why?"

Elle whirled around so quickly she could have sworn she over rotated her neck. Claire stood behind her, eyes wide and bloodshot; clear signs of crying. Without hesitating, Elle answered Claire, her voice still full of irritation.

"It confuses me."

"It confuses everyone." Claire smiled slightly, trying to lighten the mood. "Confusion should be the definition of love."

'Well it's not," Elle declared, throwing up another book, sending a bolt of lightning through it without even glancing up. The ashes drifted over both of the women as Elle continued. "According to Webster's Dictionary, love has many definitions. Love can mean "warm attachment, enthusiasm or devotion." It can mean "unselfish loyal and benevolent concern for the good of another." My favorite descriptions of love are "based on admiration, benevolence, or common interests" and "affection and tenderness felt by lovers." She glanced down at her pile of books and picked up Webster's Dictionary. "A lot of good this did me," she muttered before heaving the thick book into the air, frying it and ignoring the ashes that were now cascading down like heavy snowflakes.

"Elle," Claire moved towards the pained woman, only to have Elle turn her back on her.

"It hurts me so much that you don't believe me, Claire." Her voice shook with those words, tears now streaming quietly down her face. Despite her desperate attempts to not let herself succumb to her emotions, Elle couldn't help letting out an anguished sob as her shoulders began to shake.

Claire refused to stand there helplessly while her lover broke down in front of her. Closing the distance between them, she gently turned Elle around before wrapping her arms around the shaking woman. She tenderly ran her fingers over the delicate blonde hair, making soothing shushing noises as she lowered them slowly to the white sand. Pulling back a little ways she kissed away the slowing tears, hands on the sides of Elle's face.

"I love you so much, Elle."

"And I love you, Claire. Why can't you just accept that?" The sobs began to start up again, but Claire hushed them by covering the quivering lips. The kiss was supple, yielding, almost. She pulled away again, looking at the closed eyes of the most beautiful woman she had ever seen.

"I do believe you, Elle, and I am so sorry I caused you this much pain." Now her own eyes were beginning to glaze over with tears. "Please forgive me. I never meant to hurt you."

Elle pulled the younger woman into a strong hug before whispering fiercely into her ear, "You could never do anything that I wouldn't forgive you for. I love you too much to do that Claire."

Claire pulled back and looked up into the other woman's eyes. "You love me."

"Yes, with all my heart."

Claire closed her eyes again as she let Elle's love sink into her. Feeling the warm embrace of the woman holding her, she let the sensation of love flood her mind, her body, her spirit.

Before she had the chance to open her eyes, she felt the warmth of gentle lips softly graze over her mouth. The tenderness that Elle was using for this kiss was not lost on Claire. She knew that this was not a kiss of pure passion, or lust. It was a kiss of love, and that made it the best kiss Claire had ever received in her life. Applying slightly more pressure into the kiss than Elle had before, she was rewarded with the softest of moans, a noise that sent shivers down her spine. Soon, the two women began opening and closing their mouths in unison, all senses shut off as they continued their tender embrace.

After a while, the two women broke for air, foreheads resting against each other as Claire whispered, "It's been a long night. Let's go back to my house." Elle nodded in agreement and they soon found their way back to Claire's apartment. Getting undressed they both collapsed into Claire's bed, limbs wrapping around each other.

As Elle felt Claire's breathing begin to slow down as she quickly drifted off to sleep, Elle smiled as she thought, this is most definitely right.