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Title: Just Dessert
Pairing: Paire
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Sex.
Spoiler: None
Summary: Claire wants some compensation for dinner.
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Title: Six Times Peter Petrelli Fell in Love and One Time He Couldn’t.
Pairings: Peter/Claire, Peter/Elle, Peter/Nathan, Peter/Adam, Peter/Simone, Peter/Caitlin and Peter/OFC
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Spoilers: S1 and S2 so if you haven't seen either yet steer clear.
Summary: Peter falls in love too easily.
Both fics are unbetaed so any glaring mistakes are mine.
Just Dessert
Claire sighed as she threw her jacket over the back of Peter’s couch. Peter closed the door behind them then proceeded to throw himself face down on the plush seating. Claire smiled at him and shook her head. She found it hard to believe that she had just spent $200 for two people to eat. It was her idea to go to that restaurant and despite Peter’s objection she wanted to pay but now she felt a little resentful about it.
And really what did she get out of it, nothing really. Sure the food was good but she felt like something else was missing. Taking a sip of her water she paced around the kitchen trying to figure out how to get rid of this nagging feeling. The idea came to her and she smiled evily.
Turning on her heel she made way back to the living room. Peter was still laid out, on the verge of snoring.
“Hey!” Claire nudges him with her knee. Peter snorted and buried his head in the cushions. She nudged him again.
“Hmm?” Peter’s muffled reply came
“What are you doing?”
“Letting that delicious food put me to sleep.”
“Oh no you’re not.”
Peter lifted his head, arching one eyebrow. “I’m not?”
“You do not get to sleep until you earn that dinner.”
“Earn my dinner? How?”
Claire shrugged. “You’re a smart guy, I’m sure you can figure something it out.”
Peter climbed to his feet. “Well that’s not exactly fair now is it? I never make you earn your dinner.”
“Yeah well…” Claire slowly undid the buttons of his shirt “… I guess that makes you a better person than me”
“I guess I am.” Peter gave her a wink as he undid his belt. Claire grabbed his wrists, clutching tightly and digging her nails in until Peter winced.
“That’s for me to do.”
“And what am I supposed to do?”
“Fuck me against that wall.” She commanded
Peter grabbed her ass, hauling her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. Claire moaned when her bare back made contact with the cold wall, her arms tight around Peter neck, pulling him in for a heated kiss. Peter pulled at the neck of her dress with one hand as the other slipped between her legs to tease her clit. Claire arched against his hand; her pink lips forming into an O. Peter slipped a finger into her, dipping in and out of her pulsing center.
Claire moaned, raking her fingers through his hair. Her hands swept under his shirt, raking across his bare back. She felt the skin rip and heal beneath her fingers and squealed in delight.
“I said I want you to fuck me!” Claire screamed into his ear.
A devilish gleam passed over Peter’s eyes and he slammed into her. Claire screamed as he pounded her into the wall over and over. Claire could hear the plaster cracking beneath the weight of his thrusts, but she didn’t tell him to stop. Peter had never fucked her like this before but if he could keep this up she could die a happy woman.
Her hands searched frantically for something the hold onto, something to anchor her as her orgasm ripped through her.
Peter had definitely earned his dinner.
Six Times Peter Petrelli Fell in Love and One Time He Couldn’t.
You never forget your first love. Or what you assume is your first love.
Her name was Sofia, she had brown hair and intense, dark blue eyes and he’d been fourteen and stupid. She always smelled of apples and honey and her hair was soft beneath his fingers.
They met when ever they can; sharing secret kisses. They meet everywhere, behind the cafeteria during lunch, in the parking lot, on the roof of the school, and even in the library in between classes. Peter thinks life will never be better than it is when he’s with Sofia and at fourteen she’s his world and he’s hers. But it couldn’t last forever, no matter how tight he held to the idea and reality of him and her.
His mother is furious and his father is indifferent, muttering “at least he likes girls” as he leaves the dining room table. He is a Petrelli and Sofia is no one. Her family is of no importance and therefore what he feels is of no consequence. After that Sofia avoids him for a week before disappearing from school altogether.
************
Simone is beautiful. They met as he watched her father wilt away. She watched too, always sad, but always present at her father’s side. She had smooth skin the color of caramel and eyes the color of jade. Conversation slips in between solemn moments when he tells her that her father is getting worse not better. She never looks as though she hates him for the news, when he knows that if the roles were reversed he might hate her.
No not hate. He loves Simone. He’s loved her since the moment he laid eyes on her.
He loves her but he backs away when she says she seeing someone. The words flow from her lips but her eyes betray the fact that she doesn’t really believe that.
She’s there when everyone else thinks he’s a suicidal nutcase, but she says she knows better.
Then she kisses him and he feels fourteen again.
But destiny comes between them, cutting him off from her because he has a grander purpose than just loving her.
He hears her voice as he lies in a fevered sleep, images of an exploding man playing over and over.
He begins to doubt her because as invisible man proves that people aren’t worth trusting. He confronts her abandoned lover, a man who just may love her more than he does.
Anger gets the better of him and he taunts, not because the painter almost cost him his freedom but because on some level Simone belongs to him now and he’s not as passive as he once was. Simone comes in, present for a fight she should never have been witness to.
She dies and he knows it’s his fault.
**********
He doesn’t know the cheerleader from the paintings but he feels a connection to her that words cannot justify. He’s supposed to save her, to save the world.
As he lets that thought wash over him on the flight from New York to Texas he suddenly feels sick. The rational questions decided to plague him now.
He meets her in the empty hallway, but he doesn’t know she’s the one he’s meant to save.
Sad little smile. A little blonde girl with a weight on her shoulders no one so young should have to bear.
She’s bitter and a bit jaded when she talks of the town hero; the cheerleader fate has chosen him to save, possibly at the cost of his own life.
He dies that night and she saves him. She saves him more than she will ever know.
The next time the meet is in his holding cell. The world makes more sense now. He’s not crazy; she gives him purpose, she’s the reason fate chose him.
She turns and smiles a genuine smile.
“You’re totally my hero.” She says and he loves her all the more for it.
He doesn’t see her again until he comes back from death. She is there again to pull him back from the brink. She’s his light at the end of the tunnel.
As it turns out they are related and he knows now why the connection between them felt so strong.
He asks her to kill him. He tells her she must if it comes to that. Yet he knows in his heart that it is an impossible thing to ask.
She loves him and he loves her and she won’t kill him and he thinks this might be true love.
*********
She is not like the other women he’s loved. She hard, and vindictive and exploits every weakness in him. She could spend her days torturing and tormenting him rather then loving him the way any other woman would. She doesn’t have the luxury of being more interesting than she is and neither does he.
Even the warnings from his cellmate across the wall did not deter him from developing an attraction to her.
It should have been impossible to fall in love with her but he did.
A part of him quakes with desire when he hears the soft click of her heels on the hallway floors. She likes it when he pretends to be asleep, likes to shock him into awareness little by little.
She likes tracing thin lines of electricity over his stomach and chest, her fingers stroking his cheek in an almost convincing parody of tenderness. She smiles when he grabs her wrist, wincing at his tight grip but not pulling away. She likes the pain and he likes causing it.
She calls to his need to express his most carnal side while he gives her the leeway of torture without the fear of death.
He kisses her and it’s the first real kiss he’s had in a long time.
*************
She comes into his life as a beacon of tenderness in a world full of pain.
Her brother tortures him with questions he can’t possibly answer. He has no idea who the hell he is.
He uses the gifts he has in front of her but she’s not a scared of them as he is. He doesn’t understand what he is or why he can shoot electricity from his hands, he only knows the need to cause pain that covers him when he uses it.
She understanding and comforts him when she can. He’s afraid of himself and she tells him if he’s content to be who he is now then let that be enough.
He believes her, he believe that the good person he wants to be is n enough. He tries to live an unassuming life, but the past catches up with him as it will with anyone who has one. Her loving him and him loving her in return cost her brother his life, and he gets the strange feeling that he’s been here before; that this is not the first time an innocent has died because of him.
He knows he cannot ignore who he once was, not if people are willing to kill to get their hands on him. So he opens the box. The box that consists of a life he wasn’t sure he wanted to go back to. The picture strikes a cord in him and he wishes he could remember the man who seems to make him so happy.
Against his better judgment he takes her with him on his quest to find out who he is. She wants blood for her brother and he can understand that feeling though he’s not sure why.
She never gets to meet her brother’s killer; he abandons her in a virus-ridden future with no idea how to get back.
***************
Something attracts him to Adam but he’s not sure what it is. At four hundred years Adam is no open book to read. He’s guarded and the only thing Peter knows about him is what Adam wants him to know.
His love and trust of Adam is what keeps him from reading his thoughts again. He doesn’t think he could if he really wanted to. Adam is awake and no doubt whatever he’s thinking is locked behind several barriers, impenetrable even by someone as powerful as him.
Thoughts only slip unhindered when Adam is unfocused, which is not often. Little snippets here and there of how he feels and what he thinks of him.
Adam lived up to his end of the bargain. In exchange for helping him escape he promised to heal Nathan and he never backed out that promise. Then they could destroy the virus. Perhaps by that Peter could undo all that he had put Caitlin through.
He loves Adam. But it a twisted toxic love and in no way good for him. Then again what love isn’t twisted and toxic in some way?
But Adam had lied to him. Adam had used him, and made him doubt the only person he swore he never would.
*****************
The only constant love in his life is Nathan. He never doubts that Nathan loves him. His older brother may do one thing and say another and Peter may hate him for it but Nathan is there when he needs him.
Nathan was always saving him.
The day he stepped off that roof Nathan was there to catch him. The night he collapsed outside the Odessa police station, Nathan was there to cradle him as he slipped into nothingness. Nathan was there when he awoke from temporary death
Nathan is always there to pick up the pieces and he loves Nathan for that.
He loves Nathan. He wants Nathan. He needs Nathan.
And it’s that need that is dangerous. He needs Nathan too much. He needs his big brother and it’s scary to need anyone this much.
So he puts it away; locks it in a box in the back of his mind. Becoming the Petrelli his family has always wanted him to be.
Cold, manipulative and untouchable.
Pairing: Paire
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Sex.
Spoiler: None
Summary: Claire wants some compensation for dinner.
and
Title: Six Times Peter Petrelli Fell in Love and One Time He Couldn’t.
Pairings: Peter/Claire, Peter/Elle, Peter/Nathan, Peter/Adam, Peter/Simone, Peter/Caitlin and Peter/OFC
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Spoilers: S1 and S2 so if you haven't seen either yet steer clear.
Summary: Peter falls in love too easily.
Both fics are unbetaed so any glaring mistakes are mine.
Just Dessert
Claire sighed as she threw her jacket over the back of Peter’s couch. Peter closed the door behind them then proceeded to throw himself face down on the plush seating. Claire smiled at him and shook her head. She found it hard to believe that she had just spent $200 for two people to eat. It was her idea to go to that restaurant and despite Peter’s objection she wanted to pay but now she felt a little resentful about it.
And really what did she get out of it, nothing really. Sure the food was good but she felt like something else was missing. Taking a sip of her water she paced around the kitchen trying to figure out how to get rid of this nagging feeling. The idea came to her and she smiled evily.
Turning on her heel she made way back to the living room. Peter was still laid out, on the verge of snoring.
“Hey!” Claire nudges him with her knee. Peter snorted and buried his head in the cushions. She nudged him again.
“Hmm?” Peter’s muffled reply came
“What are you doing?”
“Letting that delicious food put me to sleep.”
“Oh no you’re not.”
Peter lifted his head, arching one eyebrow. “I’m not?”
“You do not get to sleep until you earn that dinner.”
“Earn my dinner? How?”
Claire shrugged. “You’re a smart guy, I’m sure you can figure something it out.”
Peter climbed to his feet. “Well that’s not exactly fair now is it? I never make you earn your dinner.”
“Yeah well…” Claire slowly undid the buttons of his shirt “… I guess that makes you a better person than me”
“I guess I am.” Peter gave her a wink as he undid his belt. Claire grabbed his wrists, clutching tightly and digging her nails in until Peter winced.
“That’s for me to do.”
“And what am I supposed to do?”
“Fuck me against that wall.” She commanded
Peter grabbed her ass, hauling her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. Claire moaned when her bare back made contact with the cold wall, her arms tight around Peter neck, pulling him in for a heated kiss. Peter pulled at the neck of her dress with one hand as the other slipped between her legs to tease her clit. Claire arched against his hand; her pink lips forming into an O. Peter slipped a finger into her, dipping in and out of her pulsing center.
Claire moaned, raking her fingers through his hair. Her hands swept under his shirt, raking across his bare back. She felt the skin rip and heal beneath her fingers and squealed in delight.
“I said I want you to fuck me!” Claire screamed into his ear.
A devilish gleam passed over Peter’s eyes and he slammed into her. Claire screamed as he pounded her into the wall over and over. Claire could hear the plaster cracking beneath the weight of his thrusts, but she didn’t tell him to stop. Peter had never fucked her like this before but if he could keep this up she could die a happy woman.
Her hands searched frantically for something the hold onto, something to anchor her as her orgasm ripped through her.
Peter had definitely earned his dinner.
Six Times Peter Petrelli Fell in Love and One Time He Couldn’t.
You never forget your first love. Or what you assume is your first love.
Her name was Sofia, she had brown hair and intense, dark blue eyes and he’d been fourteen and stupid. She always smelled of apples and honey and her hair was soft beneath his fingers.
They met when ever they can; sharing secret kisses. They meet everywhere, behind the cafeteria during lunch, in the parking lot, on the roof of the school, and even in the library in between classes. Peter thinks life will never be better than it is when he’s with Sofia and at fourteen she’s his world and he’s hers. But it couldn’t last forever, no matter how tight he held to the idea and reality of him and her.
His mother is furious and his father is indifferent, muttering “at least he likes girls” as he leaves the dining room table. He is a Petrelli and Sofia is no one. Her family is of no importance and therefore what he feels is of no consequence. After that Sofia avoids him for a week before disappearing from school altogether.
************
Simone is beautiful. They met as he watched her father wilt away. She watched too, always sad, but always present at her father’s side. She had smooth skin the color of caramel and eyes the color of jade. Conversation slips in between solemn moments when he tells her that her father is getting worse not better. She never looks as though she hates him for the news, when he knows that if the roles were reversed he might hate her.
No not hate. He loves Simone. He’s loved her since the moment he laid eyes on her.
He loves her but he backs away when she says she seeing someone. The words flow from her lips but her eyes betray the fact that she doesn’t really believe that.
She’s there when everyone else thinks he’s a suicidal nutcase, but she says she knows better.
Then she kisses him and he feels fourteen again.
But destiny comes between them, cutting him off from her because he has a grander purpose than just loving her.
He hears her voice as he lies in a fevered sleep, images of an exploding man playing over and over.
He begins to doubt her because as invisible man proves that people aren’t worth trusting. He confronts her abandoned lover, a man who just may love her more than he does.
Anger gets the better of him and he taunts, not because the painter almost cost him his freedom but because on some level Simone belongs to him now and he’s not as passive as he once was. Simone comes in, present for a fight she should never have been witness to.
She dies and he knows it’s his fault.
**********
He doesn’t know the cheerleader from the paintings but he feels a connection to her that words cannot justify. He’s supposed to save her, to save the world.
As he lets that thought wash over him on the flight from New York to Texas he suddenly feels sick. The rational questions decided to plague him now.
He meets her in the empty hallway, but he doesn’t know she’s the one he’s meant to save.
Sad little smile. A little blonde girl with a weight on her shoulders no one so young should have to bear.
She’s bitter and a bit jaded when she talks of the town hero; the cheerleader fate has chosen him to save, possibly at the cost of his own life.
He dies that night and she saves him. She saves him more than she will ever know.
The next time the meet is in his holding cell. The world makes more sense now. He’s not crazy; she gives him purpose, she’s the reason fate chose him.
She turns and smiles a genuine smile.
“You’re totally my hero.” She says and he loves her all the more for it.
He doesn’t see her again until he comes back from death. She is there again to pull him back from the brink. She’s his light at the end of the tunnel.
As it turns out they are related and he knows now why the connection between them felt so strong.
He asks her to kill him. He tells her she must if it comes to that. Yet he knows in his heart that it is an impossible thing to ask.
She loves him and he loves her and she won’t kill him and he thinks this might be true love.
*********
She is not like the other women he’s loved. She hard, and vindictive and exploits every weakness in him. She could spend her days torturing and tormenting him rather then loving him the way any other woman would. She doesn’t have the luxury of being more interesting than she is and neither does he.
Even the warnings from his cellmate across the wall did not deter him from developing an attraction to her.
It should have been impossible to fall in love with her but he did.
A part of him quakes with desire when he hears the soft click of her heels on the hallway floors. She likes it when he pretends to be asleep, likes to shock him into awareness little by little.
She likes tracing thin lines of electricity over his stomach and chest, her fingers stroking his cheek in an almost convincing parody of tenderness. She smiles when he grabs her wrist, wincing at his tight grip but not pulling away. She likes the pain and he likes causing it.
She calls to his need to express his most carnal side while he gives her the leeway of torture without the fear of death.
He kisses her and it’s the first real kiss he’s had in a long time.
*************
She comes into his life as a beacon of tenderness in a world full of pain.
Her brother tortures him with questions he can’t possibly answer. He has no idea who the hell he is.
He uses the gifts he has in front of her but she’s not a scared of them as he is. He doesn’t understand what he is or why he can shoot electricity from his hands, he only knows the need to cause pain that covers him when he uses it.
She understanding and comforts him when she can. He’s afraid of himself and she tells him if he’s content to be who he is now then let that be enough.
He believes her, he believe that the good person he wants to be is n enough. He tries to live an unassuming life, but the past catches up with him as it will with anyone who has one. Her loving him and him loving her in return cost her brother his life, and he gets the strange feeling that he’s been here before; that this is not the first time an innocent has died because of him.
He knows he cannot ignore who he once was, not if people are willing to kill to get their hands on him. So he opens the box. The box that consists of a life he wasn’t sure he wanted to go back to. The picture strikes a cord in him and he wishes he could remember the man who seems to make him so happy.
Against his better judgment he takes her with him on his quest to find out who he is. She wants blood for her brother and he can understand that feeling though he’s not sure why.
She never gets to meet her brother’s killer; he abandons her in a virus-ridden future with no idea how to get back.
***************
Something attracts him to Adam but he’s not sure what it is. At four hundred years Adam is no open book to read. He’s guarded and the only thing Peter knows about him is what Adam wants him to know.
His love and trust of Adam is what keeps him from reading his thoughts again. He doesn’t think he could if he really wanted to. Adam is awake and no doubt whatever he’s thinking is locked behind several barriers, impenetrable even by someone as powerful as him.
Thoughts only slip unhindered when Adam is unfocused, which is not often. Little snippets here and there of how he feels and what he thinks of him.
Adam lived up to his end of the bargain. In exchange for helping him escape he promised to heal Nathan and he never backed out that promise. Then they could destroy the virus. Perhaps by that Peter could undo all that he had put Caitlin through.
He loves Adam. But it a twisted toxic love and in no way good for him. Then again what love isn’t twisted and toxic in some way?
But Adam had lied to him. Adam had used him, and made him doubt the only person he swore he never would.
*****************
The only constant love in his life is Nathan. He never doubts that Nathan loves him. His older brother may do one thing and say another and Peter may hate him for it but Nathan is there when he needs him.
Nathan was always saving him.
The day he stepped off that roof Nathan was there to catch him. The night he collapsed outside the Odessa police station, Nathan was there to cradle him as he slipped into nothingness. Nathan was there when he awoke from temporary death
Nathan is always there to pick up the pieces and he loves Nathan for that.
He loves Nathan. He wants Nathan. He needs Nathan.
And it’s that need that is dangerous. He needs Nathan too much. He needs his big brother and it’s scary to need anyone this much.
So he puts it away; locks it in a box in the back of his mind. Becoming the Petrelli his family has always wanted him to be.
Cold, manipulative and untouchable.