Breathing out a shuddery sigh as Rachel's fingers curled around him again, Peter kissed his way along the line of her collarbone, eyes closed as he tried to keep some semblance of control. He was quickly growing addicted to how responsive Rachel was to everything, especially when he hit the right places. Then again, he should have known she'd be passionate in bed, if the rest of her was anything to go by.
Sitting up slightly, Peter hooked his fingers into the waistband of her underwear - taking a moment to grin once again at the bow-ties - and slid them off easily, throwing them over his shoulder. He shuffled back a little so that he could run his fingers up her legs, paying attention to the undersides of her knees and inner thighs.
"You really have amazing legs," he noted, kissing his way from her knee to her hip. It immediately prompted some rather graphic images of what her legs would look like wrapped around him, and Peter silenced whatever sound he might have made by leaning up to kiss Rachel again. He couldn't help being a bit of a talker in bed.
A slow smile, liquid smooth, eased across my face. It's not that I wasn't used to guys paying me compliments in bed - one of the only places I did get them, actually - but Peter's were just so... Different. No so much earnest as truthful, as if he'd say them whether or not he was currently naked with me.
And that was quite literally all the consideration I could give that at the moment. He was driving me wild and I moved under him, my hips automatically rolling upwards to meet his. "Please," I breathed in a shaky moan. Not sure how much longer I could take this. "Peter." His voice was a little plea and once more my back arched up, my leg sliding along the back of his.
"God, you're so sexy." The words were a babble, some noise I needed to make to express my approval. "Want you so bad." Fully turned on, now, all I knew was that my body was demanding something - friction, pressure, heat, some kind of release. And I wanted it now. Digging nails into his shoulders, I kissed him back, tongue plunging into his mouth, skin pressed to skin.
Smiling into the kiss, Peter grasped Rachel's hips and pressing down lightly, pinning her to the bed. Concentrating fully on her pleasure rather than his own gained him a measure of self-control that he was quite intent on using to draw this out.
"What, no foreplay?" Peter teased, gently scraping his teeth down Rachel's breast and over her nipple. "I was just getting started." But he'd be more than happy to oblige if Rachel wanted him now. Still, he couldn't resist a little teasing. He leaned up again to ghost his lips over her ear, speaking lowly. "Tell me what you want."
Shuddering slightly with repressed desire, I sighed, "You." I was no good at denying myself in the best of circumstances. Peter naked above me? Yeah, I wanted it now.
Besides... "And then I want you in this bed for several days," I told him, eyes blinking open to meet him. "I want to find every single way possible to make you shout my name." I lifted my head up to nip at his earlobe. "I want us both aching and exhausted and satisfied, and then I want to start up again the next hour." I grinned, murmuring, "Aren't you glad you asked?"
See! I could plan! That was a great plan.
Running my hands up his arms, I plunged my fingers into his hair, gasping as he teased against my nipple again. "And more of that," I added in a low moan. "Definitely more of that." I should keep a list.
Peter stared at Rachel for a few seconds, his features falling slack in surprise. Jesus... christ. A wave of arousal hit him so hard that he exhaled a sharp breath, almost a gasp of surprise. "You're going to kill me." He grinned crookedly. "Good thing I can heal," he added thoughtfully.
Oh yes, he was very glad he'd asked.
But thoughts of marathons of sex and possibly dying from dehydration could be put aside, because Peter had much more important things to do. 'More of that'? He could definitely do. So he worked his way downwards again, nudging her legs further apart and settling in between them. He kissed Rachel's hip, thighs, sliding his hands underneath her to tilt her hips up, and licked a long line up to her clit before sucking gently on it. Totally his favorite activity during sex, just because of the way women reacted.
"Killed by sex," I chuckled. "Must be every guy's dre-" and the rest of that was cut off by a sharp gasp as my entire body stiffened. Holy shit.
My head was pressed back against the mattress, eyes shut tightly and fingers grabbing at sheets. "Peter." That was a shout, a moan, a whimpered plea, all tangled up together and lost halfway out of my throat. I had to actively force my hips not to jerk upward; a rumble of pleasure started low in my chest and seemed to spread through my whole body.
It had literally been years since anyone had done that and I couldn't help my reactions. Which were loud. And definitely in the affirmative category. "Oh, God, yes, please." I tended to get to a place of arousal where I just babbled, throwing out strings of words in a simple, primal need to vocalize. I was there now. His name was whimpered out again, my fingers clasping so tightly to the sheets that my knuckles were white.
Had he heard Rachel's thoughts, Peter would have agreed with that last thought. Weeks in bed, he could totally do.
Glancing up to watch Rachel's reaction, he felt an odd swell of emotions; somewhere between pride, affection, love, pleasure that he could do this for her. The noises she was making was sending any blood he might have otherwise had left directly south, though. With an amused huff, he noted their combined sweat had melted the paint off his hands, leaving odd streaks of blue and red on Rachel's hips. It was oddly sexy.
Peter stopped as soon as he felt Rachel tensing up, and moved upwards to kiss her jaw, thumb occasionally flicking across her clit. "Love you," he repeated into her jaw. "Don't think I can say it enough."
"You can try," I murmured back, lips curving up slightly. God knows I was going to. I was going to wear that phrase right into the ground with how much I would to try and express it, how many ways I was going to attempt to show him.
Even the slight movements of his thumb were sending shocks through me. God, if he didn't do something soon, I was going to go crazy. "Need you," I told him, turning my head to find his lips. "Now, Peter, please." My toes were curled, my entire body tense and coiled, that warmth in my belly now churning through me and demanding release.
His arms were still streaked with paint, leaving him with random tattoos of color that were attractive as hell. "God, you're so gorgeous," I groaned, tracing my finger across his lips and down to tease along one nipple. I couldn't think of anyone else in the world I'd rather be with, could not think of a single thing that I lacked in that moment. I had Peter; finally, really, wholly had him. And I had no intention of doing anything but enjoying that for as long as I could.
Try, Peter definitely would. He'd probably be including it in random sentences for the next week. 'Where's my shirt, oh, and I love you.' 'I'll cook breakfast - I love you!' Yeah, that sounded like a good plan.
And when Rachel next spoke, Peter didn't think he'd be able to find it within himself to resist. He'd been ignoring his own arousal, but now it came flooding back, shortening his breath to sharp pants. "Hell yes," he agreed breathlessly, arching into Rachel's touch. "Definitely now."
Then, he hesitated slightly, one hand grasping at her hip. Wait, think, Petrelli. Christ, thinking about safe sex in the middle of sex got to be really inconvenient. Still, it didn't dull his arousal any, which was good. But he had to check. Raising himself up slightly, he tipped an eyebrow at Rachel, silently questioning.
Shaking my head at him, I said, "Can't get me... You're human..." God, I couldn't form a complete sentence to save my life.
And then the sentences stopped because I remembered that Peter had absorbed something from me, letting him invoke amulets. Who knew what else that meant?
Which all lead to the conclusion that my natural birth control could be shot to hell. And it'd been so long since I'd needed them that I didn't even have any condoms anymore. "Fuck," I breathed out, head thumping back onto the bed. "I swear to God, Petrelli, if one of your powers isn't instantaneous spermicide, I am going to kill someone."
Which probably wasn't the sexiest sentence I'd ever uttered during sex, but I was slightly frustrated.
Expression frozen on his face, Peter blinked, silent for a few long moments. 'Instantaneous spermicide'? Seriously? That... had to be one of the weirdest things he'd ever heard during sex.
He snorted, and then laughed suddenly, burying his face in Rachel's neck, shoulders shaking in laughter. His mood wasn't killed in the slightest, but god, that was hilarious. "Oh my god," he chuckled. "I'm remembering that one. And really wishing I had that ability."
Propping himself up, Peter held out a hand and managed to gather enough concentration to fly his pants into his grasp. Good thing he'd come prepared. Throwing his pants back to the floor, tore open the packet with his teeth and rolled the condom on as quickly as he could. He was impatient. Grinning, Peter ducked down to pay attention to Rachel's earlobe again. "Hope that little detour didn't spoil the mood."
"Don't laugh!" I commanded, slapping his shoulder. "That would be useful right about now, wouldn't it?"
His little display of power was actually a huge turn on and when his mouth returned to my earlobe - no, seriously, since when had that been able to make me moan? - I shook my head slightly. "Dear God, no."
My head bowed to bite lightly at the crook of Peter's neck, sucking on the skin and running my tongue along the ridges that I'd made. It was probably a good thing he healed. Otherwise most of his neck and chest would be covered in love bites. "Love you," I whispered in his ear before nipping down his neck in fevered passion. My hips bucked up into his, my foot sliding along his leg as I tried to restrain myself. No, really. I wanted him now.
Having just used telekinesis (and therefore having to turn off the healing power to do it), Peter definitely felt the next bite. Oh yeah, that one would last. "God," he breathed into Rachel's ear, a little overwhelmed with the effect she was having on him.
Sensing that Rachel was getting to be on the verge of 'Fuck me now, otherwise I will end you', Peter kissed her deeply, hitching her legs up around his waist. It was so tempting to maybe tease a little more, but he honestly didn't know if he could wait that long. So he pulled Rachel's hips closer to him, biting his lip hard and growling a moan deep in his throat as he slid into her. "Fuck," Peter ground out, his forehead dropping down to rest on Rachel's shoulder. "God, you're... amazing." There was no way he'd be able to say anything meaningful or coherent right now.
"Oh, God," I moaned, my back arching as he entered me, the heat of it filling my body. One hand pushed up into his hair and I breathed out a shaky laugh. "You're incredible," I returned, my hips starting an instinctive rhythm with his.
And then there were no words, nothing coherent anyway. Just random phrases, an odd use of his name, long, teasing moans as he moved inside of me. I couldn't even breathe, I was so turned on, and every ragged pant sent more fire rushing down my veins.
"God, baby, want you, so bad, yes, fuck, please." The rambling stream of words filled up the space between each kiss that I dropped to whatever part of his body was closest. Arching my hips to take him deeper, I shouted out his name, hair splayed around me and fingers digging into his shoulders with each movement.
Somewhere, in the back of his mind (in a place that was only barely functioning), Peter absently pondered the fact that sex with Rachel should definitely be made illegal. Because nothing this good and this addictive should be legal; one taste and Peter had already formed a life-long habit.
He could barely think. All he could feel was Rachel; under him, surrounding him, gripping him tight. Her body, her emotions and her arousal pounding at his mind, crowding in with his own. Pulling her hips to meet his on every thrust, Peter covered Rachel's throat with mindless, brief kisses, constantly wanting to be closer than what was probably physically possible.
"Jesus, Rachel." His voice was tight. "You're gonna make me lose it. This is so... fucking good." Not that he really minded right now.
More. More. More. It was a constant mantra in my head; I needed him closer, faster, harder, more of him than I had each second previous. Clinging to him, giving myself up completely to the sensations pouring through me, I scattered kisses wherever I could, I dug my nails into his shoulders to bring my body even closer to his, I arched and bucked and thrust into him with the mindless passion of one without restraint.
His words aroused me more, if that was even possible. That fact that I could do that to him, the fact that the tightness in his voice, the shuddering tremble of his body, that it had anything to do with me was heady and powerful and sexy as hell.
It was that one movement that did it. Never mind what it was, it was enough to blur the line between tension and release and I orgasmed with a shout of his name, my entire body tensing around him as I rode it out. The pleasure skittered across my skin, pulling me under, bathing me in waves of it. Barely aware of anything but him and me and this feeling, I let myself go completely.
Sitting up slightly, Peter hooked his fingers into the waistband of her underwear - taking a moment to grin once again at the bow-ties - and slid them off easily, throwing them over his shoulder. He shuffled back a little so that he could run his fingers up her legs, paying attention to the undersides of her knees and inner thighs.
"You really have amazing legs," he noted, kissing his way from her knee to her hip. It immediately prompted some rather graphic images of what her legs would look like wrapped around him, and Peter silenced whatever sound he might have made by leaning up to kiss Rachel again. He couldn't help being a bit of a talker in bed.
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And that was quite literally all the consideration I could give that at the moment. He was driving me wild and I moved under him, my hips automatically rolling upwards to meet his. "Please," I breathed in a shaky moan. Not sure how much longer I could take this. "Peter." His voice was a little plea and once more my back arched up, my leg sliding along the back of his.
"God, you're so sexy." The words were a babble, some noise I needed to make to express my approval. "Want you so bad." Fully turned on, now, all I knew was that my body was demanding something - friction, pressure, heat, some kind of release. And I wanted it now. Digging nails into his shoulders, I kissed him back, tongue plunging into his mouth, skin pressed to skin.
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"What, no foreplay?" Peter teased, gently scraping his teeth down Rachel's breast and over her nipple. "I was just getting started." But he'd be more than happy to oblige if Rachel wanted him now. Still, he couldn't resist a little teasing. He leaned up again to ghost his lips over her ear, speaking lowly. "Tell me what you want."
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Besides... "And then I want you in this bed for several days," I told him, eyes blinking open to meet him. "I want to find every single way possible to make you shout my name." I lifted my head up to nip at his earlobe. "I want us both aching and exhausted and satisfied, and then I want to start up again the next hour." I grinned, murmuring, "Aren't you glad you asked?"
See! I could plan! That was a great plan.
Running my hands up his arms, I plunged my fingers into his hair, gasping as he teased against my nipple again. "And more of that," I added in a low moan. "Definitely more of that." I should keep a list.
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Oh yes, he was very glad he'd asked.
But thoughts of marathons of sex and possibly dying from dehydration could be put aside, because Peter had much more important things to do. 'More of that'? He could definitely do. So he worked his way downwards again, nudging her legs further apart and settling in between them. He kissed Rachel's hip, thighs, sliding his hands underneath her to tilt her hips up, and licked a long line up to her clit before sucking gently on it. Totally his favorite activity during sex, just because of the way women reacted.
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My head was pressed back against the mattress, eyes shut tightly and fingers grabbing at sheets. "Peter." That was a shout, a moan, a whimpered plea, all tangled up together and lost halfway out of my throat. I had to actively force my hips not to jerk upward; a rumble of pleasure started low in my chest and seemed to spread through my whole body.
It had literally been years since anyone had done that and I couldn't help my reactions. Which were loud. And definitely in the affirmative category. "Oh, God, yes, please." I tended to get to a place of arousal where I just babbled, throwing out strings of words in a simple, primal need to vocalize. I was there now. His name was whimpered out again, my fingers clasping so tightly to the sheets that my knuckles were white.
Oh, God, make that weeks. Weeks in this bed.
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Glancing up to watch Rachel's reaction, he felt an odd swell of emotions; somewhere between pride, affection, love, pleasure that he could do this for her. The noises she was making was sending any blood he might have otherwise had left directly south, though. With an amused huff, he noted their combined sweat had melted the paint off his hands, leaving odd streaks of blue and red on Rachel's hips. It was oddly sexy.
Peter stopped as soon as he felt Rachel tensing up, and moved upwards to kiss her jaw, thumb occasionally flicking across her clit. "Love you," he repeated into her jaw. "Don't think I can say it enough."
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Even the slight movements of his thumb were sending shocks through me. God, if he didn't do something soon, I was going to go crazy. "Need you," I told him, turning my head to find his lips. "Now, Peter, please." My toes were curled, my entire body tense and coiled, that warmth in my belly now churning through me and demanding release.
His arms were still streaked with paint, leaving him with random tattoos of color that were attractive as hell. "God, you're so gorgeous," I groaned, tracing my finger across his lips and down to tease along one nipple. I couldn't think of anyone else in the world I'd rather be with, could not think of a single thing that I lacked in that moment. I had Peter; finally, really, wholly had him. And I had no intention of doing anything but enjoying that for as long as I could.
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And when Rachel next spoke, Peter didn't think he'd be able to find it within himself to resist. He'd been ignoring his own arousal, but now it came flooding back, shortening his breath to sharp pants. "Hell yes," he agreed breathlessly, arching into Rachel's touch. "Definitely now."
Then, he hesitated slightly, one hand grasping at her hip. Wait, think, Petrelli. Christ, thinking about safe sex in the middle of sex got to be really inconvenient. Still, it didn't dull his arousal any, which was good. But he had to check. Raising himself up slightly, he tipped an eyebrow at Rachel, silently questioning.
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And then the sentences stopped because I remembered that Peter had absorbed something from me, letting him invoke amulets. Who knew what else that meant?
Which all lead to the conclusion that my natural birth control could be shot to hell. And it'd been so long since I'd needed them that I didn't even have any condoms anymore. "Fuck," I breathed out, head thumping back onto the bed. "I swear to God, Petrelli, if one of your powers isn't instantaneous spermicide, I am going to kill someone."
Which probably wasn't the sexiest sentence I'd ever uttered during sex, but I was slightly frustrated.
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He snorted, and then laughed suddenly, burying his face in Rachel's neck, shoulders shaking in laughter. His mood wasn't killed in the slightest, but god, that was hilarious. "Oh my god," he chuckled. "I'm remembering that one. And really wishing I had that ability."
Propping himself up, Peter held out a hand and managed to gather enough concentration to fly his pants into his grasp. Good thing he'd come prepared. Throwing his pants back to the floor, tore open the packet with his teeth and rolled the condom on as quickly as he could. He was impatient. Grinning, Peter ducked down to pay attention to Rachel's earlobe again. "Hope that little detour didn't spoil the mood."
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His little display of power was actually a huge turn on and when his mouth returned to my earlobe - no, seriously, since when had that been able to make me moan? - I shook my head slightly. "Dear God, no."
My head bowed to bite lightly at the crook of Peter's neck, sucking on the skin and running my tongue along the ridges that I'd made. It was probably a good thing he healed. Otherwise most of his neck and chest would be covered in love bites. "Love you," I whispered in his ear before nipping down his neck in fevered passion. My hips bucked up into his, my foot sliding along his leg as I tried to restrain myself. No, really. I wanted him now.
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Sensing that Rachel was getting to be on the verge of 'Fuck me now, otherwise I will end you', Peter kissed her deeply, hitching her legs up around his waist. It was so tempting to maybe tease a little more, but he honestly didn't know if he could wait that long. So he pulled Rachel's hips closer to him, biting his lip hard and growling a moan deep in his throat as he slid into her. "Fuck," Peter ground out, his forehead dropping down to rest on Rachel's shoulder. "God, you're... amazing." There was no way he'd be able to say anything meaningful or coherent right now.
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And then there were no words, nothing coherent anyway. Just random phrases, an odd use of his name, long, teasing moans as he moved inside of me. I couldn't even breathe, I was so turned on, and every ragged pant sent more fire rushing down my veins.
"God, baby, want you, so bad, yes, fuck, please." The rambling stream of words filled up the space between each kiss that I dropped to whatever part of his body was closest. Arching my hips to take him deeper, I shouted out his name, hair splayed around me and fingers digging into his shoulders with each movement.
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He could barely think. All he could feel was Rachel; under him, surrounding him, gripping him tight. Her body, her emotions and her arousal pounding at his mind, crowding in with his own. Pulling her hips to meet his on every thrust, Peter covered Rachel's throat with mindless, brief kisses, constantly wanting to be closer than what was probably physically possible.
"Jesus, Rachel." His voice was tight. "You're gonna make me lose it. This is so... fucking good." Not that he really minded right now.
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His words aroused me more, if that was even possible. That fact that I could do that to him, the fact that the tightness in his voice, the shuddering tremble of his body, that it had anything to do with me was heady and powerful and sexy as hell.
It was that one movement that did it. Never mind what it was, it was enough to blur the line between tension and release and I orgasmed with a shout of his name, my entire body tensing around him as I rode it out. The pleasure skittered across my skin, pulling me under, bathing me in waves of it. Barely aware of anything but him and me and this feeling, I let myself go completely.
Wow.
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