First Paire Fanfiction
Title: Late Night Surprises
Genre: Romance/Oneshot
Rating: NC-17 [Incest involved]
Pairing: Claire/Peter
Outlook: When Claire meets Peter in his room to talk, he finds out a secret that changes his life forever.
The knock was soft, hardy audible. “Come on in, Claire!” Peter exclaimed and put away his book. He knew it was her. It was not that he was reading her mind or anything. Peter just knew it was Claire standing in front of his door.
As she entered the young woman gave him a suspicious look folding her arms over her chest.
-“How do you know it was me?” Claire frowned at him.
-“Uhm…just a guess…” he shrugged and tried to hide the smile that was spreading over his face. “I wasn’t reading your thoughts if it’s that what you’re thinking!” Peter hurried to add.
Claire blushed causing her uncle to chuckle in amusement.
-“So, what were you thinking then?” Peter asked teasingly patting onto the place next to him on the bed.
She frowned again.
-“Hey, I swear to god I’m telling the truth here. I don’t know what you’re thinking. Now come over and talk to me!”
Claire pressed her fingers into her palms until they burned with pain, but she wouldn’t notice until Peter grabbed her arm to pull her softly onto the bed beside him.
-“What’s up, Claire?”
She looked at him for a few seconds before she spoke:
-“I don’t look like you!”
-“What?
Peter hadn’t expected something like this.
-“What do you mean …you don’t look like me. I think you should be happy not to look like me. I can tell you this hair is a mess!” He smiled a warm smile. “You don’t wanna look like me, believe me. I don’t wanna look like myself either.
Claire forced a slight smile onto her face. Peter was perfect. He was everything she liked from kind-hearted to funny. To her he was truly special and she loved him from the bottom of her heart. Only did she not care for him in a way a niece would care for her uncle. But Peter surely didn’t know that.
-“I mean I don’t look like Nathan either, or your mum’” the young woman said biting her bottom lip.
Peter stared at her a moment longer and took a deep breath.
“You mean, you think Nathan might not be your dad? He grabbed her hand and caressed it softly.
“Claire, no matter what we are a family. Nathan loves you. I love you. He will always be your father and I’ll be your uncle. You don’t have to worry about losing us!”
She couldn’t help but laugh at the irony of the situation. There she was sitting in a bed with a guy she genuinely cared about. A man she wanted to be close to more that anything else in the world and this guy happened to be her uncle.
-“Maybe I don’t want it!” Claire decided to go for it and grabbed both of his hands. She felt Peter jerk away for only the slightest instance.
-“Want what” he almost whispered.
-“Maybe I don’t want you to be my family, Peter Petrelli.”
Peter swallowed hard, not daring to ask the next question.
-“Why Claire? Why don’t you want me as family?” He knew the answer by now and was struggling to wrap his mind around it.
-“Because I want to fuck you!”
He read her mind the very second she leaned in to kiss him. Her tiny fingers entangled with his hair as she brought his face down to hers. Peter was shocked, by her action and even more shocked by his reaction. He didn’t push her away like he should have done. Claire’s lips felt soft on his skin. Her body was pressed against his and her hands had found their way under his grey shirt. His mind truly wanted to resist her, but before he knew it he had pinned her petite body down onto the bed, kissing her hungrily as if he didn’t, he would die.
Quickly Claire discarded his pants and shirt leaving only his boxers. She smiled shyly before kissing him again as he removed her blouse and tank top. Meanwhile, Claire worked as quickly as possible to remove her jeans.
Peter loosened her bra, rubbing his fingers over her nipples, causing Claire to moan into him.
Neither of them was thinking. This wasn’t about reason, it was about lust.
Peter kissed his way down to Claire’s waistband, slipped of her underwear and softly pressed his forefingers on her. She gasped as he started rubbing her gently. She was screaming inside and wondered if Peter was listening, because he took the next step and brought his lips to her inner thigh, letting his tongue run over the bare skin.
“I love everything about you, Peter,” she moaned, “You are so perfect”. He just nodded and brought his lips higher to her sweet spot. Claire cried at the sensation. She looked into his eyes and let him read her thoughts.
“I want you now!”
Smilingly Peter obeyed and positioned himself over her entrance. Claire’s body melted into his as she felt his manhood enter her. Peter moved slowly at first, slipping his tongue into her mouth as she kissed him.
Claire came first. She almost cried out his name and pinched her nails into his back.
A few moments later Peter backed away, slightly planting kisses onto her forehead. The pleasure was still high subsiding.
Claire played around with Peter’s bangs:
-“I loved that. You feel good inside me.”
Peter leaned down to her face and locked her lips into a passionate kiss.
“I did, too Claire. I loved it.