Fic: Family Romance (3/?)
Title: Family Romance (3/?)
Author: certainswagger
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Peter/Claire
Summary: Peter has all kinds of powers, why not put them to a more enjoyable use with Claire?
Notes: This will eventually be a collection of how Peter and Claire put his powers to good use. Short chapters, I suppose. In this, Nathan is alive and Peter and Claire are related.
Spoilers: Entire season
Family Romance Part I
Family Romance Part II
It was hard for them, always sneaking around and trying to keep their relationship to themselves at all times. Sometimes, they just wanted to come right out and say it. And it's not that they had to sneak that bothered them - that part they liked. The fact that at any given moment they could be caught in the act only heightened their arousals while in the act. It was the fact that they couldn't share their love for one another with anyone else.
***
"You know what would be amazing?" Claire turned towards Peter, away from the computer with a cheeky grin on her face.
"If you weren't wearing anything?" He returned the smile as his eyes glazed over momentarily at the thought of a naked Claire. She rolled her eyes and moved to sit on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and nuzzling close to him.
"Shut up. Seriously. What would be amazing is if I could live in another time!" He laughed and pulled away. She always said the strangest things at the strangest times.
"What made you think of that?"
"I've been reading The Great Gatsby and I was just thinking about how fun it would be...dressed up in those pretty dresses, those great hats with feathers..."
He smiled at her, brushing a strand of blonde hair away from her eyes. In his mind, he was picturing her dancing to old music, in a cute little dress, at an extravagant party. She'd fit right in.
"What?" He was smiling at her with this look, she didn't know what the look was but it was...intriguing. "Peter, what are you smiling at?"
"You." He laughed against her lips, pressing his to hers and pulling her close.
Two hours later, Claire's eyelids were fluttering shut, on the verge of sleep, when a soft rub on her arm and someone whispering her name had her sitting up in bed.
Rubbing her eyes, she peered into the dark, grinning when Peter materialized in front of her wearing a grey pinstripe suit, hair slicked back.
"Hey."
"Hey." He pulled his hand from behind his back, a package in it. "I have something for you."
Squealing, she grabbed the present and tore it open. That was one thing Claire had always loved: presents. She could never get enough of them. Her gasp was soft and full of joy as she pulled the emerald green dress out of the box, a matching hat with it.
"This is amazing! But..." she eyed him carefully; he definitely had a trick up his sleeve. "When am I ever going to where this and how did you get it in...two hours? And why are you all dressed up?"
"Wouldn't you like to know? Now, put it on!" He jumped off the bed and pulled her with him.
Raising an eyebrow carefully over her right eye, she grabbed the bottom of her nightgown and slowly pulled it over her small frame until she was standing in front him without an inch of material covering her.
"Claire." His voice was choked and quiet. "I said put it on not give me a striptease - not that I mind it."
Her laugh was husky as she stepped into the new/old dress and twirled in front of him.
"Okay, ready?" He grabbed her hand before she pulled it away.
"You expect me to go with this hair?" Claire pointed towards her "bed head" (which Peter kind of liked, actually) and grumbled. "Give me ten minutes."
Ten minutes later (as she had said), Claire emerged with an impossible looking hairstyle and the hat placed perfectly on her head.
"Now?" She nodded and grabbed his hand. The movement was quick after that, but just for a split second before they stopped again.
Claire slowly opened her eyes, not sure of what she would see. Ready for the worst, she was extremely pleased to see that she had arrived in the twenties.
"Peter!" She grabbed his arm and pressed her lips to his cheek before pulling away. "You brought us to the twenties!" She spun around multiple times, taking in the party happening around her. Women were dancing around her, men were watching the women dance, and the music was floating around her.
"Would you like to dance?" Claire turned to see Peter bowing to her, his right hand extended.
"I'd love to." Taking his hand, she pulled him to her where they danced, doing their best to catch on to whatever dance it was the real twenties couples were doing.
Three hours later, Peter and Claire were dancing slowly, holding onto one another lightly.
Running her hands through Peters hair, Claire stood on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear.
"Hey. You wanna go neck?" Peter couldn't contain the laughter that came rushing out of his mouth.
"Absolutely, doll." His hand found hers and they raced through the hallways of the host's house, finally finding an empty closet.
"Is this all righ-" Peter was cut off as Claire slammed him into the closet and shut the door.
"You." Her lips found his in the dark. "Are." Her hands were unbuttoning his jacket. "The." She threw the jacket and was working on the shirt. "Best." The shirt came off and her hands found the zipper of his trousers.
Peter groaned and braced himself with his hands against the wall. Honestly, he hadn't been using this as a ploy to get some action but...she was insatiable.
Claire peered up at him through her eyelashes, before a smirk flashed on her face and she dropped to her knees.
"Claire what are you-" His voice cracked and faded into the dark of the closet as she pulled away his briefs.
Her mouth found him quickly. His knees threatened to buckle as her tongue swirled around him, but her hands held him up as they were clutching at his waist. He tried to stay as calm as possible, but seeing her blonde hair down there and feeling her mouth on him was sending him over the edge. Unable to help himself, he found himself bucking into her, wanting her to take him in as far as possible.
"I...I...Claire I'm..." she knew he was about to come, so rather than finish him off, she stood up and ripped off her panties.
"Not like that you don't." Her legs were wrapped around his waist and she was already letting herself fall onto him.
Oh...we haven't tried this yet. Against the wall. Oh, God.
Peter half-laughed, half-choked as he read Claire's mind. He'd been pleasantly surprised to find that the ex-cheerleader liked it a bit rough. After all, she could take just about anything.
With one final thrust upward, Claire was screaming his name, her forehead dropping to his shoulder, doing her best to keep the rhythm so that he could finish too. And with two more thrusts, they were sliding to the floor, whispering each others names.
After they had cleaned up as well as they could, Claire grabbed Peter's hand one more time and in just a moment's time, they were back at the Petrelli mansion in Claire's room.
"Peter, tonight was..." all she could do was smile and give him a peck on the lips. "Thank you."
"It was my pleasure." He smiled one last time and touched her cheek, before quietly sneaking out of her room to go to his own.
Author: certainswagger
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Peter/Claire
Summary: Peter has all kinds of powers, why not put them to a more enjoyable use with Claire?
Notes: This will eventually be a collection of how Peter and Claire put his powers to good use. Short chapters, I suppose. In this, Nathan is alive and Peter and Claire are related.
Spoilers: Entire season
Family Romance Part I
Family Romance Part II
It was hard for them, always sneaking around and trying to keep their relationship to themselves at all times. Sometimes, they just wanted to come right out and say it. And it's not that they had to sneak that bothered them - that part they liked. The fact that at any given moment they could be caught in the act only heightened their arousals while in the act. It was the fact that they couldn't share their love for one another with anyone else.
***
"You know what would be amazing?" Claire turned towards Peter, away from the computer with a cheeky grin on her face.
"If you weren't wearing anything?" He returned the smile as his eyes glazed over momentarily at the thought of a naked Claire. She rolled her eyes and moved to sit on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and nuzzling close to him.
"Shut up. Seriously. What would be amazing is if I could live in another time!" He laughed and pulled away. She always said the strangest things at the strangest times.
"What made you think of that?"
"I've been reading The Great Gatsby and I was just thinking about how fun it would be...dressed up in those pretty dresses, those great hats with feathers..."
He smiled at her, brushing a strand of blonde hair away from her eyes. In his mind, he was picturing her dancing to old music, in a cute little dress, at an extravagant party. She'd fit right in.
"What?" He was smiling at her with this look, she didn't know what the look was but it was...intriguing. "Peter, what are you smiling at?"
"You." He laughed against her lips, pressing his to hers and pulling her close.
Two hours later, Claire's eyelids were fluttering shut, on the verge of sleep, when a soft rub on her arm and someone whispering her name had her sitting up in bed.
Rubbing her eyes, she peered into the dark, grinning when Peter materialized in front of her wearing a grey pinstripe suit, hair slicked back.
"Hey."
"Hey." He pulled his hand from behind his back, a package in it. "I have something for you."
Squealing, she grabbed the present and tore it open. That was one thing Claire had always loved: presents. She could never get enough of them. Her gasp was soft and full of joy as she pulled the emerald green dress out of the box, a matching hat with it.
"This is amazing! But..." she eyed him carefully; he definitely had a trick up his sleeve. "When am I ever going to where this and how did you get it in...two hours? And why are you all dressed up?"
"Wouldn't you like to know? Now, put it on!" He jumped off the bed and pulled her with him.
Raising an eyebrow carefully over her right eye, she grabbed the bottom of her nightgown and slowly pulled it over her small frame until she was standing in front him without an inch of material covering her.
"Claire." His voice was choked and quiet. "I said put it on not give me a striptease - not that I mind it."
Her laugh was husky as she stepped into the new/old dress and twirled in front of him.
"Okay, ready?" He grabbed her hand before she pulled it away.
"You expect me to go with this hair?" Claire pointed towards her "bed head" (which Peter kind of liked, actually) and grumbled. "Give me ten minutes."
Ten minutes later (as she had said), Claire emerged with an impossible looking hairstyle and the hat placed perfectly on her head.
"Now?" She nodded and grabbed his hand. The movement was quick after that, but just for a split second before they stopped again.
Claire slowly opened her eyes, not sure of what she would see. Ready for the worst, she was extremely pleased to see that she had arrived in the twenties.
"Peter!" She grabbed his arm and pressed her lips to his cheek before pulling away. "You brought us to the twenties!" She spun around multiple times, taking in the party happening around her. Women were dancing around her, men were watching the women dance, and the music was floating around her.
"Would you like to dance?" Claire turned to see Peter bowing to her, his right hand extended.
"I'd love to." Taking his hand, she pulled him to her where they danced, doing their best to catch on to whatever dance it was the real twenties couples were doing.
Three hours later, Peter and Claire were dancing slowly, holding onto one another lightly.
Running her hands through Peters hair, Claire stood on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear.
"Hey. You wanna go neck?" Peter couldn't contain the laughter that came rushing out of his mouth.
"Absolutely, doll." His hand found hers and they raced through the hallways of the host's house, finally finding an empty closet.
"Is this all righ-" Peter was cut off as Claire slammed him into the closet and shut the door.
"You." Her lips found his in the dark. "Are." Her hands were unbuttoning his jacket. "The." She threw the jacket and was working on the shirt. "Best." The shirt came off and her hands found the zipper of his trousers.
Peter groaned and braced himself with his hands against the wall. Honestly, he hadn't been using this as a ploy to get some action but...she was insatiable.
Claire peered up at him through her eyelashes, before a smirk flashed on her face and she dropped to her knees.
"Claire what are you-" His voice cracked and faded into the dark of the closet as she pulled away his briefs.
Her mouth found him quickly. His knees threatened to buckle as her tongue swirled around him, but her hands held him up as they were clutching at his waist. He tried to stay as calm as possible, but seeing her blonde hair down there and feeling her mouth on him was sending him over the edge. Unable to help himself, he found himself bucking into her, wanting her to take him in as far as possible.
"I...I...Claire I'm..." she knew he was about to come, so rather than finish him off, she stood up and ripped off her panties.
"Not like that you don't." Her legs were wrapped around his waist and she was already letting herself fall onto him.
Oh...we haven't tried this yet. Against the wall. Oh, God.
Peter half-laughed, half-choked as he read Claire's mind. He'd been pleasantly surprised to find that the ex-cheerleader liked it a bit rough. After all, she could take just about anything.
With one final thrust upward, Claire was screaming his name, her forehead dropping to his shoulder, doing her best to keep the rhythm so that he could finish too. And with two more thrusts, they were sliding to the floor, whispering each others names.
After they had cleaned up as well as they could, Claire grabbed Peter's hand one more time and in just a moment's time, they were back at the Petrelli mansion in Claire's room.
"Peter, tonight was..." all she could do was smile and give him a peck on the lips. "Thank you."
"It was my pleasure." He smiled one last time and touched her cheek, before quietly sneaking out of her room to go to his own.