i hate myself for loving you//peter/claire, pg-13
title; i hate myself for loving you
rating; pg-13
word count; 531
pairing; onesided claire/peter
warnings; incest
disclaimer; i do not own any of the characters, they belong to Tim Kring and Heroes is property of NBC
summary; it's not easy fighting feelings this strong
notes; written for this prompt at the heroes memorial kink meme. this is my first time in AGES writing paire fic and I am ridiculously happy even if this is pretty much trash :P
Sometimes, most of the time, Claire hates herself for how she feels. It’s disgusting and abnormal and wrong. Sure, infatuation happens and none of us have control over our feelings but not like this, not after you find out that the object of your fantasies is your uncle.
But that doesn’t seem to matter. Despite how much she tries, Claire can’t stop the fervent blush from coloring her cheeks whenever Peter hugs her. He’ll smile and stroke a finger down her cheek, commenting on how she’s glowing and what’s got you so excited? But it’ll be innocent; he’ll have no idea that what’s really got her excited is the burn in her body where he’d enveloped her in a big bear hug, the scent of him filling her nostrils.
She feels ashamed every time she looks him, her eyes involuntarily lingering on his lips for too long, mind straying, imagining how they’d feel if she kissed them, licked them, teased them with her teeth. More than once, she’ll wake from a vivid dream, sweating and shaking and craving the hands that had been smoothing down her body, the flop of bangs tickling her stomach, the green eyes gazing up at her from between her legs...
Sometimes she feels he knows. Honestly, she wouldn’t be surprised. He can read minds after all but he’s promised to never touch hers. But occasionally, she catches him looking at her with a mixture of disappointment and contempt. She thinks she might be imagining things because the next second he’s there; smiling and chatting and shoving her playfully. He never says anything and even though he hugs and kisses her with the same tenderness, it’s never more than strictly platonic.
She tries to will the feelings away, she really does and if a few days go by where she’s busy with school and he’s busy saving lives, she allows herself to believe that yes, she’s finally getting over it...but then he’ll come by again and she’ll be back to square one, her heart skidding at the mere sight of him.
Peter keeps asking her whether she has a boyfriend and her answer is always the same; none of the boys in her year interest her. He smiles and wraps and arm around her shoulder, holding her close and says they’ll find someone eventually, one day. And she has to dig her teeth into her lip to refrain from saying but I don’t need anyone, I have you...
The worst part of it is, Peter cares about her. Maybe if he’d been distant and had a girlfriend, he wouldn’t spend every Friday night with her; watching a movie, going out for Pizza, talking. It would be easier for her knowing that he really doesn’t care about her and might help in burying her feelings. But he isn’t distant and cold, Peter is...Peter. He’s genuinely interested in her life, about all the little details no one else cares about...
If there’s ever anything wrong, Claire, you can tell me... and she replies that she will, thank you Peter.
But the one thing that bothers her most is the one thing she can never tell him and that breaks her heart.
rating; pg-13
word count; 531
pairing; onesided claire/peter
warnings; incest
disclaimer; i do not own any of the characters, they belong to Tim Kring and Heroes is property of NBC
summary; it's not easy fighting feelings this strong
notes; written for this prompt at the heroes memorial kink meme. this is my first time in AGES writing paire fic and I am ridiculously happy even if this is pretty much trash :P
Sometimes, most of the time, Claire hates herself for how she feels. It’s disgusting and abnormal and wrong. Sure, infatuation happens and none of us have control over our feelings but not like this, not after you find out that the object of your fantasies is your uncle.
But that doesn’t seem to matter. Despite how much she tries, Claire can’t stop the fervent blush from coloring her cheeks whenever Peter hugs her. He’ll smile and stroke a finger down her cheek, commenting on how she’s glowing and what’s got you so excited? But it’ll be innocent; he’ll have no idea that what’s really got her excited is the burn in her body where he’d enveloped her in a big bear hug, the scent of him filling her nostrils.
She feels ashamed every time she looks him, her eyes involuntarily lingering on his lips for too long, mind straying, imagining how they’d feel if she kissed them, licked them, teased them with her teeth. More than once, she’ll wake from a vivid dream, sweating and shaking and craving the hands that had been smoothing down her body, the flop of bangs tickling her stomach, the green eyes gazing up at her from between her legs...
Sometimes she feels he knows. Honestly, she wouldn’t be surprised. He can read minds after all but he’s promised to never touch hers. But occasionally, she catches him looking at her with a mixture of disappointment and contempt. She thinks she might be imagining things because the next second he’s there; smiling and chatting and shoving her playfully. He never says anything and even though he hugs and kisses her with the same tenderness, it’s never more than strictly platonic.
She tries to will the feelings away, she really does and if a few days go by where she’s busy with school and he’s busy saving lives, she allows herself to believe that yes, she’s finally getting over it...but then he’ll come by again and she’ll be back to square one, her heart skidding at the mere sight of him.
Peter keeps asking her whether she has a boyfriend and her answer is always the same; none of the boys in her year interest her. He smiles and wraps and arm around her shoulder, holding her close and says they’ll find someone eventually, one day. And she has to dig her teeth into her lip to refrain from saying but I don’t need anyone, I have you...
The worst part of it is, Peter cares about her. Maybe if he’d been distant and had a girlfriend, he wouldn’t spend every Friday night with her; watching a movie, going out for Pizza, talking. It would be easier for her knowing that he really doesn’t care about her and might help in burying her feelings. But he isn’t distant and cold, Peter is...Peter. He’s genuinely interested in her life, about all the little details no one else cares about...
If there’s ever anything wrong, Claire, you can tell me... and she replies that she will, thank you Peter.
But the one thing that bothers her most is the one thing she can never tell him and that breaks her heart.