The Heroes Kink Meme Rides Again!
YES! It's that time again! It's either still a month to go until the premier, or, if you're like some of us, the show is already dead to you, but KINKY FIC IS ALWAYS WELCOME!:
The Heroes Kink Meme Rides Again
RULES OF ENGAGEMENT:
1) ALL characters MUST be 16 or older and sentient (ie, no beastiality unless someone's a werewolf) to play.
2) NO " ( Read more... )
The Heroes Kink Meme Rides Again
RULES OF ENGAGEMENT:
1) ALL characters MUST be 16 or older and sentient (ie, no beastiality unless someone's a werewolf) to play.
2) NO " ( Read more... )
Claire sighed and placed a hand on her hip. This was the fourth time today that her uncle-aunt?-refused to come out of the fitting room.
"Peter," she noticed a sales clerk looking at her strangely and she smiled innocently, turning her face away and clearing her throat, "I'm sure you're overreacting again."
"No this time it's really, really bad..." the woman's voice was stern and Claire rolled her eyes.
"Everyone goes through this." Claire told her reassuringly, "You're just having a fat day!"
Silence fell on the young girl and she put her palm to her forehead, mentally ridiculing herself for using the word fat.
"What's a fat day?"
Claire's shoulders dropped in relief and an easy smile spread across her features, "It's when everything you try on, you think looks horrible, so you blame it on getting fat. In reality though, it's all in your head."
"Really?" Peter's voice came, sounding a bit more hopeful.
"Scout's honor," Claire responded sweetly "now come out!"
The lock on the door sounded with a metallic 'thunk' and the door opened slowly, creaking as it did so. Claire did her best to poke her head around it to catch an early glimpse and she gasped.
"I told you it was bad!" Peter groaned, going to shove her hands in her pockets and then realizing she didn't have any.
"You look beautiful!" Claire gasped, stepping towards her stunning aunt.
The dress flattered everything about the EMT's physique. In a word, it was perfect; the black material complimented her skin tone extraordinarily well. It hugged her in all the right places and in all the right ways, snug in some parts and loose and flowing in others.
"That is the perfect dress to make your debut in." Claire gushed as she circled the slightly taller woman.
"You think so?" Peter asked, worry evident in her voice.
"Yes, you look like a lady."
"I don't feel like a lady." Peter griped, pulling on the material with her delicate fingers.
"Fat day," Claire repeated and spun the empath around so she could see herself in the mirror, the cheerleader's head pressed against her upper arm "just keep telling yourself that."
Peter slumped and Claire looked up at her caringly, “C’mon, let’s pay for this and go get your hair and nails done.”
“What’s wrong with my hair?” Peter asked, running a cautious hand through her bangs.
Claire snorted softly and smiled “It just needs a touch up. I promise you’ll feel better afterwards.”
After the dress was paid for and the two were walking out the store, Peter still looking morose, Claire glanced at her, pursing her lips.
“Pearl.”
“Huh?” Peter asked distractedly.
“We can’t keep calling you Peter, so what about Pearl?”
The paramedic wrinkled her nose, “I don’t really think that fits me.”
“Petra?”
“Petra Petrelli, no.”
“Pet?”
“Funny.”
The two continued on for a while, both trying to come up with a suitable name for the newly turned woman.
Claire gasped excitedly as she pulled a spoon from her mouth, jabbing it back into her cup of ice cream, “Peyton.”
Peter cocked her head to the side considering this, “Hmmm…that’s actually not that bad.”
“Good, Peyton it is.” Claire spooned some more ice cream into her mouth, thankful that a name had finally been chosen. She never knew that her uncl- aunt was so picky.
“C’mon Peyton, we’re going to be late for your hair appointment.” Claire mused as she stood and walked over to a trash bin, tossing the now empty cup into it.
When she turned around she noticed that her aunt had a small smile playing on her lips.
“What?” she asked, looking up at her aunt curiously.
“Nothing.” the brunette stated simply then linked her arm with her niece’s “Thank you, for today.”
Claire smiled and playfully shoved the empath with her shoulder, “Don’t mention it.”
~End~
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This story was wonderful! I hope the OP enjoys it (and that maybe you continue in the future lol)
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