Restless - Part two of two NC17/R18+
Title: Restless - Part two of two
Author: Bombshell_chic
Characters/Pairings: Claire, Claude and Peter (but not at the same time, sorry!)
Rating: Part two- NC-17/R18+
Warnings: Strong adult themes, teenage minor in strong sexual situations, high-level masturbation, descriptions of pornographic material, implied incest, kinky Englishmen and some swears. Phew!
Disclaimer: These characters are the property of NBC/Tim Kring etc. I make no profit from writing or posting this.
Spoiler alert: Probably episode 13+
Summary: In part two, Claire puts on a bit of a show for Claude, which drives an eavesdropping Peter to distraction.
Notes: This is kind-of a crazy idea, but I went with it. I wanted to make Claude just a tiny bit vulnerable and show that sometimes, invisible men need to make eye contact, sweet little girls like to experiment, too; and that the nice boys always have a weakness.
Restless - Part Two
Peter peered around the corner, and he couldn’t believe what he was witnessing.
Why is Claude propositioning my niece?!
He panicked and threw himself down behind a row of DVD’s when Claude came around the corner, heading towards the counter. He sat back up and looked at Claire, who was standing around looking nervous, and his immediate instinct was to drag her out of there. But then curiosity got the better of him, and he hesitated, waiting to see what would really happen.
In her shock, Claire had totally forgotten that Peter was in the store. She waited impatiently for the bearded Englishman to return, hoping he would stay true to his word and keep his hands to himself. She didn’t mind him looking, but she wasn’t sure she wanted him to touch her.
He returned a moment later, clutching the toy in a brown paper bag, and ushered her into one of the booths. It wasn’t much bigger than the dressing room at a low-end department store, and was covered from floor to ceiling in a layer of thick plastic. Claire cringed, only just then realising what the room was for.
“You take the seat” Claude said, gesturing to the cheap plastic stool that was backed up against the wall, facing a wall-mounted, coin operated TV screen. Claude leaned back against the wall, to give Claire space, and so he could get a good view of her. He pulled open the vacuum packaging and loaded some batteries into the vibrator, then handed it to Claire. She switched the device on, jumping in surprise as it began to undulate.
“Cool” she said with a small smile. She adjusted the controls, making it wiggle faster or slower, until she got the idea of how it worked, then she shut it down again. Claude was smiling at her, but looking slightly expectant.
Claire swallowed nervously. “Okay… so what should I do?” she asked in a small voice.
“You should probably start by getting undressed.” Claude told her.
Peter looked on in horror as Claire disappeared into the booth with Claude. He slipped into invisibility, and ran over to the booth, pressing his ear to the door. He’d had sensitive hearing since his encounter with Sylar (who’d stolen the gift from someone he’d murdered) and he used it to hear what they were saying inside.
Claire slowly unbuttoned her blouse, feeling instantly self-conscious, but then she looked into the Englishman’s eyes again and saw his lust, and it encouraged her.
“I’ve never done anything like this before” she said quietly.
“Neither have I,” he told her. “Well, I have watched people before, but never… well, let’s just say, never quite like this.”
“Um. Okay” Claire murmured. She folded her blouse and put it on top of her bag. She went to take to skirt off.
“Uh, no, actually… can you keep it on… just pull it up?" Claude suggested. “It reminds me of one of those kinky little cheerleader’s skirts,” he added with a wistful smile.
A grin slowly spread across Claire’s face. “I... was a cheerleader in high school” she told him, hitching her skirt up.
He stared at her, his face going slightly slack “Oh, that’s brilliant” he breathed.
Claire smiled sweetly and hesitated.
“Go on… the bra” he encouraged gently.
Claire reached around and unhooked her bra, peeling it off her shoulders. She sat back and looked nervously up at him, while his eyes drank in her body.
“You have lovely breasts,” he told her
“Thanks” Claire said, feeling very young. She swallowed nervously again “I’ve… never watched a guy… you know… do stuff to himself” she admitted.
Claude looked slightly confused for a moment. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m probably not going to. I just want to watch you”
“But… won’t you get turned on?” Claire pressed.
“Well, of course. I’m expecting that I’ll love every second of it. I’ll just deal with the result of that later.”
“Okay…” Claire said.
“Do you need some encouragement?” he asked with a mischievous grin.
“I… no” Claire stumbled. “It’ll be okay.”
She drew in a deep breath, then reached up under her skirt and slipped her panties off. She pulled the skirt up and parted her knees, and nervously stroked her thighs.
“Oh” Claude breathed, looking at her bared quim.
Claire looked away from him, and switched on her new toy. She bit her lip and carefully brought it to her cleft. The sensation was immediately exquisite and heady, and she pulled her hand away with a small gasp.
“Powerful?” Claude asked, his eyes still fixed on her.
“Yeah” Claire breathed, brow furrowing.
She teased it on her skin again, using her wetness to slide it across her folds, inching it closer to her clit. It felt so amazing, far better than she even imagined, and she let out a moan of pleasure. Claude sank back against the wall with a sigh, watching her with a fascinated look in his eyes.
She let it squirm and strum on her clit for a few seconds, then eased it away, not wanting to come too quickly, and teased it around her opening, feeling herself get wetter.
“Put it inside you” Claude said in a hushed, almost reverent tone.
Claire swallowed nervously, and guided it back up to her clit again, stalling.
The vibe was bigger than anything she’d put up there before, and she was scared it would tear her hymen- if she still had a hymen after all her years of high-kicks and gymnastics- and she’d start bleeding. And also… this wasn’t exactly how she’d imagined sort-of losing her virginity- with a vibrator while being watched by a horny Englishman in the booth of a New York sex shop…
Pete was still invisible, pressed against the door and breathing hard. He couldn’t decide who he was more disgusted with- Claude, for propositioning such a young girl, Claire, for participating in his sick little fantasy… or himself for having a hard-on and wishing for X-ray vision. He bit his lip, his eyes falling closed as he listened in and tried to imagine what was going on behind the door. All he could hear was buzzing- which was giving him a king-sized headache; and the occasional moan from Claire. The latter was making his cock throb and his face burn with shame.
She had imagined that her first time would be in her bed, back at her home in Odessa, Texas.
He’d be a little older; tall, and handsome, with kind eyes. Claire drew in a deep breath and closed her eyes, imagining warm, firm hands on her body, his voice whispering her name in her ear as he moved on top of her, ready to take her.
She could see a face in her minds’ eye; thick dark hair falling into his eyes, crooked but sweet smile- she felt a surge of shame imagining him, and tried to block him out.
Claire bit her lip and pushed the vibe inside her. She bit back a cry of pain as it opened her up wide. She stopped, trying to get used to the feeling of fullness, and after a few seconds the pain lessened. She could feel the beads squirming inside her, and after a minute or so, it actually started to feel good. She moved it in and out gingerly- it still stung like hell having something that big inside her, but she managed to relax a little more, and hoped she looked like she was having fun.
Claude shifted nervously against the wall, watching Claire. She was still a little timid with the toy, which was endearing, but he wanted her to let go and give him his money’s worth.
“C’mon, luv, don’t be shy.” He said gently.
Claire’s eyes opened slightly, and she glanced at him, eyes glazed with concentration. His lips parted and he smiled a little, trying to not look too predatorial.
Claire thrust the vibrator in and out of her slick hole, trying to ignore the burning sensation of friction. She slid it right out- which hurt possibly even more that pushing it in- and teased it against her clit again for a few minutes. She let out another moan of delight, the vibrations caressing every pleasurable nerve ending, the sensation building rapidly to breaking point. She tipped her head back, hips beginning to move rhythmically against the toy as she held it still and rubbed herself against it. Her breath was coming in small gasps now. She looked dazedly at Claude, eyes begging for his permission to finish.
Claude smiled “Not just yet, darling. Put it inside again and really work for it.” He breathed.
Claire let out a whimper that was a mix of frustration and longing, and Claude let out a low chuckle.
She gritted her teeth and pushed it inside again, which still smarted a lot, but this time she was more aware of the throbbing, humming inside her than the pain. She worked the vibe in and out, looking at Claude for approval, and he nodded and smiled at her.
“Good girl. That’s what I like,” he murmured.
Claire moaned from how it good it felt, and let her eyes fall closed, imagining she was putting on a show for someone else- and then pushing him out of her mind again. She opened her eyes and looked at the Englishman.
“Please?” she moaned.
He smiled “Go on then. Big finish.”
“Oh god” Peter murmured, his cock throbbing. He was tempted to just stay invisible and pull it out, and finish himself up while he listened. He couldn’t believe Claude could just watch and not have to jerk off like crazy; but then again, he’d never really understood the man at all. He leaned heavily against the door, his erection pressing against it, and waited.
With a sigh, she moved the undulating tip to her clit again, letting it tickle and pulse against it. The pleasure built, the tingling beneath her clit intensifying until it had no choice than to spread out, enveloping her whole body. She bucked and shuddered, and she cried out, gasping for breath, her body pulsing. Fingers of blackness invaded the very edges of her vision, and she threw her head back and let out a gratified laugh. The intensity died down, leaving a pleasant tingling between her thighs, and a feeling of wellbeing and stillness inside her. She moved the vibrator away and shut it down, then leaned heavily on the wall behind her, still catching her breath. She met Claude’s eyes; he looked almost as satisfied as she felt.
“Enjoy the show?” she asked.
“Oh, dear god, yes.” He said, looking almost stunned. He stared at her in awe. “You were perfect. I could almost watch you all day” he commented.
Claire smiled “I don’t think I could do that all day” she said shyly.
Claude smiled. “Well, I hope it was a fair enough trade.
Claire looked at her treasured toy again. “Yeah. It was an… interesting experience”
Claude smiled at her again, this time not quite managing to keep the wolfishness from his eyes.
Claire looked away, suddenly feeling very cold and vulnerable.
“Go ahead and get dressed” Claude told her.
Claire nodded and started pulling her clothes back on again. Once dressed, she packed the vibrator away in it’s packaging, and put it inside the brown paper bag, wondering how she was going to get it back into the apartment without Peter noticing- he was sure to be home by now.
She and Claude let themselves out of the booth; neither of them noticing the door of booth right next to theirs was closed. They looked awkwardly at each other for a moment.
“Well…” Claire said.
“Thank you” Claude said. He leaned down and planted a very gentle kiss on Claire’s cheek. She blinked; looking surprised at the rather tender gesture, but managed a smile.
“See ya round” she told him.
“Probably not” he told he, with an enigmatic smile.
They walked out of the shop together, and then went their separate ways.
Peter sat back against the wall, his shoulders heaving.
In an act of desperation he’d locked himself in the neighbouring booth. While he listened through the wall to the beautiful sounds of Claire coming hard in the tiny room right next door to him, he’d stroked himself until he finished, trying desperately to not wish it were he who was next door with her.
He tucked his sore, spent cock away, and staggered out of the booth when he knew they’d both gone, his face still burning with shame. He made his way out of the store, still invisible.
Claire was long gone, but as he looked down the street, he caught sight of Claude. Enraged, he barrelled up to him.
“What the hell did you think you were doing?” Peter demanded angrily, grabbing the older man by the front of his shirt.
“Well, Peter! Hello to you to” Claude said sarcastically. “I see you still haven’t learned any control”
“Don’t lecture me about control!" Peter shouted into his face. “She’s sixteen years old! What the hell were you thinking?”
“What are you talking about?” Claude demanded. “I haven’t seen you in months, and now you show up screaming about a sixteen year old?”
“That girl” Peter said hatefully “The one you just bought a sex toy for, and watched while she-”
“Oh… spying were you?” Claude sneered, sarcasm thinly disguising his growing rage.
“She’s my niece, you sick fuck!” Peter snarled from behind clenched teeth.
Claude blinked at him, the sneer slipping from his face “Your niece?”
“Yeah. My niece. And she doesn’t need a pervert like you watching her.”
“No, she seems to have one watching her already….” Claude said lightly, raising his eyebrows. He pushed Peter’s hands off him roughly and walked away with a disgusted shake of his head.
Peter stood rooted for the spot for several minutes, trembling with rage and embarrassment.
Claire was surprised that Peter wasn’t back. She wondered what was taking him so long, and then started to feel a little worried. She quickly cleaned her new toy, then found a place to hide it amongst her things, and then took a shower, trying to feel clean again after her strange and dirty afternoon.
Peter walked in the front door just as Claire came out of the bathroom in her pyjamas. He didn’t greet her, instead managing only a watery smile. She frowned at him.
“You okay?” she asked, concerned.
“Yeah, fine.” He answered evasively.
“You’ve been gone a while,” Claire said casually.
Peter nodded.
“Didn’t you go to get groceries?” she asked gently, knowing he would be mortified if he knew she knew where he’d really been.
“Oh, yeah. I uh… I forgot. I just ended up going for a walk…” Peter said, not meeting her eyes. He slumped down onto the couch, his back to her.
Claire tried hard not to smile “Okay. Well, I’m off to bed…”
Peter nodded. “Goodnight then”
“Sleep tight” Claire said. She hesitated, then leaned over the back of the couch and planted a rough kiss on his temple. They both glanced at each other awkwardly, so Claire hurriedly left the room.
Peter slumped back against the couch with a deep sigh.
Author: Bombshell_chic
Characters/Pairings: Claire, Claude and Peter (but not at the same time, sorry!)
Rating: Part two- NC-17/R18+
Warnings: Strong adult themes, teenage minor in strong sexual situations, high-level masturbation, descriptions of pornographic material, implied incest, kinky Englishmen and some swears. Phew!
Disclaimer: These characters are the property of NBC/Tim Kring etc. I make no profit from writing or posting this.
Spoiler alert: Probably episode 13+
Summary: In part two, Claire puts on a bit of a show for Claude, which drives an eavesdropping Peter to distraction.
Notes: This is kind-of a crazy idea, but I went with it. I wanted to make Claude just a tiny bit vulnerable and show that sometimes, invisible men need to make eye contact, sweet little girls like to experiment, too; and that the nice boys always have a weakness.
Restless - Part Two
Peter peered around the corner, and he couldn’t believe what he was witnessing.
Why is Claude propositioning my niece?!
He panicked and threw himself down behind a row of DVD’s when Claude came around the corner, heading towards the counter. He sat back up and looked at Claire, who was standing around looking nervous, and his immediate instinct was to drag her out of there. But then curiosity got the better of him, and he hesitated, waiting to see what would really happen.
In her shock, Claire had totally forgotten that Peter was in the store. She waited impatiently for the bearded Englishman to return, hoping he would stay true to his word and keep his hands to himself. She didn’t mind him looking, but she wasn’t sure she wanted him to touch her.
He returned a moment later, clutching the toy in a brown paper bag, and ushered her into one of the booths. It wasn’t much bigger than the dressing room at a low-end department store, and was covered from floor to ceiling in a layer of thick plastic. Claire cringed, only just then realising what the room was for.
“You take the seat” Claude said, gesturing to the cheap plastic stool that was backed up against the wall, facing a wall-mounted, coin operated TV screen. Claude leaned back against the wall, to give Claire space, and so he could get a good view of her. He pulled open the vacuum packaging and loaded some batteries into the vibrator, then handed it to Claire. She switched the device on, jumping in surprise as it began to undulate.
“Cool” she said with a small smile. She adjusted the controls, making it wiggle faster or slower, until she got the idea of how it worked, then she shut it down again. Claude was smiling at her, but looking slightly expectant.
Claire swallowed nervously. “Okay… so what should I do?” she asked in a small voice.
“You should probably start by getting undressed.” Claude told her.
Peter looked on in horror as Claire disappeared into the booth with Claude. He slipped into invisibility, and ran over to the booth, pressing his ear to the door. He’d had sensitive hearing since his encounter with Sylar (who’d stolen the gift from someone he’d murdered) and he used it to hear what they were saying inside.
Claire slowly unbuttoned her blouse, feeling instantly self-conscious, but then she looked into the Englishman’s eyes again and saw his lust, and it encouraged her.
“I’ve never done anything like this before” she said quietly.
“Neither have I,” he told her. “Well, I have watched people before, but never… well, let’s just say, never quite like this.”
“Um. Okay” Claire murmured. She folded her blouse and put it on top of her bag. She went to take to skirt off.
“Uh, no, actually… can you keep it on… just pull it up?" Claude suggested. “It reminds me of one of those kinky little cheerleader’s skirts,” he added with a wistful smile.
A grin slowly spread across Claire’s face. “I... was a cheerleader in high school” she told him, hitching her skirt up.
He stared at her, his face going slightly slack “Oh, that’s brilliant” he breathed.
Claire smiled sweetly and hesitated.
“Go on… the bra” he encouraged gently.
Claire reached around and unhooked her bra, peeling it off her shoulders. She sat back and looked nervously up at him, while his eyes drank in her body.
“You have lovely breasts,” he told her
“Thanks” Claire said, feeling very young. She swallowed nervously again “I’ve… never watched a guy… you know… do stuff to himself” she admitted.
Claude looked slightly confused for a moment. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m probably not going to. I just want to watch you”
“But… won’t you get turned on?” Claire pressed.
“Well, of course. I’m expecting that I’ll love every second of it. I’ll just deal with the result of that later.”
“Okay…” Claire said.
“Do you need some encouragement?” he asked with a mischievous grin.
“I… no” Claire stumbled. “It’ll be okay.”
She drew in a deep breath, then reached up under her skirt and slipped her panties off. She pulled the skirt up and parted her knees, and nervously stroked her thighs.
“Oh” Claude breathed, looking at her bared quim.
Claire looked away from him, and switched on her new toy. She bit her lip and carefully brought it to her cleft. The sensation was immediately exquisite and heady, and she pulled her hand away with a small gasp.
“Powerful?” Claude asked, his eyes still fixed on her.
“Yeah” Claire breathed, brow furrowing.
She teased it on her skin again, using her wetness to slide it across her folds, inching it closer to her clit. It felt so amazing, far better than she even imagined, and she let out a moan of pleasure. Claude sank back against the wall with a sigh, watching her with a fascinated look in his eyes.
She let it squirm and strum on her clit for a few seconds, then eased it away, not wanting to come too quickly, and teased it around her opening, feeling herself get wetter.
“Put it inside you” Claude said in a hushed, almost reverent tone.
Claire swallowed nervously, and guided it back up to her clit again, stalling.
The vibe was bigger than anything she’d put up there before, and she was scared it would tear her hymen- if she still had a hymen after all her years of high-kicks and gymnastics- and she’d start bleeding. And also… this wasn’t exactly how she’d imagined sort-of losing her virginity- with a vibrator while being watched by a horny Englishman in the booth of a New York sex shop…
Pete was still invisible, pressed against the door and breathing hard. He couldn’t decide who he was more disgusted with- Claude, for propositioning such a young girl, Claire, for participating in his sick little fantasy… or himself for having a hard-on and wishing for X-ray vision. He bit his lip, his eyes falling closed as he listened in and tried to imagine what was going on behind the door. All he could hear was buzzing- which was giving him a king-sized headache; and the occasional moan from Claire. The latter was making his cock throb and his face burn with shame.
She had imagined that her first time would be in her bed, back at her home in Odessa, Texas.
He’d be a little older; tall, and handsome, with kind eyes. Claire drew in a deep breath and closed her eyes, imagining warm, firm hands on her body, his voice whispering her name in her ear as he moved on top of her, ready to take her.
She could see a face in her minds’ eye; thick dark hair falling into his eyes, crooked but sweet smile- she felt a surge of shame imagining him, and tried to block him out.
Claire bit her lip and pushed the vibe inside her. She bit back a cry of pain as it opened her up wide. She stopped, trying to get used to the feeling of fullness, and after a few seconds the pain lessened. She could feel the beads squirming inside her, and after a minute or so, it actually started to feel good. She moved it in and out gingerly- it still stung like hell having something that big inside her, but she managed to relax a little more, and hoped she looked like she was having fun.
Claude shifted nervously against the wall, watching Claire. She was still a little timid with the toy, which was endearing, but he wanted her to let go and give him his money’s worth.
“C’mon, luv, don’t be shy.” He said gently.
Claire’s eyes opened slightly, and she glanced at him, eyes glazed with concentration. His lips parted and he smiled a little, trying to not look too predatorial.
Claire thrust the vibrator in and out of her slick hole, trying to ignore the burning sensation of friction. She slid it right out- which hurt possibly even more that pushing it in- and teased it against her clit again for a few minutes. She let out another moan of delight, the vibrations caressing every pleasurable nerve ending, the sensation building rapidly to breaking point. She tipped her head back, hips beginning to move rhythmically against the toy as she held it still and rubbed herself against it. Her breath was coming in small gasps now. She looked dazedly at Claude, eyes begging for his permission to finish.
Claude smiled “Not just yet, darling. Put it inside again and really work for it.” He breathed.
Claire let out a whimper that was a mix of frustration and longing, and Claude let out a low chuckle.
She gritted her teeth and pushed it inside again, which still smarted a lot, but this time she was more aware of the throbbing, humming inside her than the pain. She worked the vibe in and out, looking at Claude for approval, and he nodded and smiled at her.
“Good girl. That’s what I like,” he murmured.
Claire moaned from how it good it felt, and let her eyes fall closed, imagining she was putting on a show for someone else- and then pushing him out of her mind again. She opened her eyes and looked at the Englishman.
“Please?” she moaned.
He smiled “Go on then. Big finish.”
“Oh god” Peter murmured, his cock throbbing. He was tempted to just stay invisible and pull it out, and finish himself up while he listened. He couldn’t believe Claude could just watch and not have to jerk off like crazy; but then again, he’d never really understood the man at all. He leaned heavily against the door, his erection pressing against it, and waited.
With a sigh, she moved the undulating tip to her clit again, letting it tickle and pulse against it. The pleasure built, the tingling beneath her clit intensifying until it had no choice than to spread out, enveloping her whole body. She bucked and shuddered, and she cried out, gasping for breath, her body pulsing. Fingers of blackness invaded the very edges of her vision, and she threw her head back and let out a gratified laugh. The intensity died down, leaving a pleasant tingling between her thighs, and a feeling of wellbeing and stillness inside her. She moved the vibrator away and shut it down, then leaned heavily on the wall behind her, still catching her breath. She met Claude’s eyes; he looked almost as satisfied as she felt.
“Enjoy the show?” she asked.
“Oh, dear god, yes.” He said, looking almost stunned. He stared at her in awe. “You were perfect. I could almost watch you all day” he commented.
Claire smiled “I don’t think I could do that all day” she said shyly.
Claude smiled. “Well, I hope it was a fair enough trade.
Claire looked at her treasured toy again. “Yeah. It was an… interesting experience”
Claude smiled at her again, this time not quite managing to keep the wolfishness from his eyes.
Claire looked away, suddenly feeling very cold and vulnerable.
“Go ahead and get dressed” Claude told her.
Claire nodded and started pulling her clothes back on again. Once dressed, she packed the vibrator away in it’s packaging, and put it inside the brown paper bag, wondering how she was going to get it back into the apartment without Peter noticing- he was sure to be home by now.
She and Claude let themselves out of the booth; neither of them noticing the door of booth right next to theirs was closed. They looked awkwardly at each other for a moment.
“Well…” Claire said.
“Thank you” Claude said. He leaned down and planted a very gentle kiss on Claire’s cheek. She blinked; looking surprised at the rather tender gesture, but managed a smile.
“See ya round” she told him.
“Probably not” he told he, with an enigmatic smile.
They walked out of the shop together, and then went their separate ways.
Peter sat back against the wall, his shoulders heaving.
In an act of desperation he’d locked himself in the neighbouring booth. While he listened through the wall to the beautiful sounds of Claire coming hard in the tiny room right next door to him, he’d stroked himself until he finished, trying desperately to not wish it were he who was next door with her.
He tucked his sore, spent cock away, and staggered out of the booth when he knew they’d both gone, his face still burning with shame. He made his way out of the store, still invisible.
Claire was long gone, but as he looked down the street, he caught sight of Claude. Enraged, he barrelled up to him.
“What the hell did you think you were doing?” Peter demanded angrily, grabbing the older man by the front of his shirt.
“Well, Peter! Hello to you to” Claude said sarcastically. “I see you still haven’t learned any control”
“Don’t lecture me about control!" Peter shouted into his face. “She’s sixteen years old! What the hell were you thinking?”
“What are you talking about?” Claude demanded. “I haven’t seen you in months, and now you show up screaming about a sixteen year old?”
“That girl” Peter said hatefully “The one you just bought a sex toy for, and watched while she-”
“Oh… spying were you?” Claude sneered, sarcasm thinly disguising his growing rage.
“She’s my niece, you sick fuck!” Peter snarled from behind clenched teeth.
Claude blinked at him, the sneer slipping from his face “Your niece?”
“Yeah. My niece. And she doesn’t need a pervert like you watching her.”
“No, she seems to have one watching her already….” Claude said lightly, raising his eyebrows. He pushed Peter’s hands off him roughly and walked away with a disgusted shake of his head.
Peter stood rooted for the spot for several minutes, trembling with rage and embarrassment.
Claire was surprised that Peter wasn’t back. She wondered what was taking him so long, and then started to feel a little worried. She quickly cleaned her new toy, then found a place to hide it amongst her things, and then took a shower, trying to feel clean again after her strange and dirty afternoon.
Peter walked in the front door just as Claire came out of the bathroom in her pyjamas. He didn’t greet her, instead managing only a watery smile. She frowned at him.
“You okay?” she asked, concerned.
“Yeah, fine.” He answered evasively.
“You’ve been gone a while,” Claire said casually.
Peter nodded.
“Didn’t you go to get groceries?” she asked gently, knowing he would be mortified if he knew she knew where he’d really been.
“Oh, yeah. I uh… I forgot. I just ended up going for a walk…” Peter said, not meeting her eyes. He slumped down onto the couch, his back to her.
Claire tried hard not to smile “Okay. Well, I’m off to bed…”
Peter nodded. “Goodnight then”
“Sleep tight” Claire said. She hesitated, then leaned over the back of the couch and planted a rough kiss on his temple. They both glanced at each other awkwardly, so Claire hurriedly left the room.
Peter slumped back against the couch with a deep sigh.