Answers (Nathan/Claire) NC-17
Title: Answers
Pairing: Claire/Nathan, allusions to Peter/Nathan and Peter/Claire (canon-cest)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Claire isn’t going to take Nathan’s avoidance any longer
Spoilers: Ummm, through the first few episodes of S2
Warning: Underagedness, Petrellicest, and a bit of Angst for good measure…the usual
A/N: This idea just came to me as I was re-watching .07%. I hope you enjoy. I’m kinda proud of this one, so I hope everyone likes it. It’s a little rushed, but I just had to write it!
Claire’s face contorted into an angry scowl as she had to control the urge to throw her phone against the wall. She didn’t know why she always called him. Nathan hadn’t been sober one day since the explosion that he miraculously escaped from. Peter…she didn’t want to think about Peter because the more she thought about him, the more she realized that she was truly alone in the world. She thought they would both live together forever, but apparently she was too far from him to save him from himself.
She wiped a lone tear from her eye and huffed. She just wanted Nathan to talk to her. She needed him to talk to her. If anyone understood her right now, it would be Nathan, but he was so selfish, as usual. She wished she could drown her sorrows in the bottle, but as she found out the night Peter was ripped from her life, the “miracle grow” powers she had also made sure she never got drunk. Life was an evil bitch.
Fuck this! Claire couldn’t deal with the reality of the situation she had been thrown into anymore. Her dad was watching her like a hawk. She had no friends. Her family saw her as a burden, she knew it, and truth be told, she was the reason they were all in danger to begin with. She pushed herself off the bed and moved to her closet, pulling out a small duffle bag and some clothes. She had to get out. If Nathan didn’t want to talk on the phone, that was just fine. She could go to him and make him talk. Make him give her answers. Make him love her.
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Claire kept fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. She was only a few blocks from Peter’s apartment. She knew Nathan was there. She didn’t know how, but she knew that he had taken up residence in Peter’s old apartment. She wouldn’t let herself cry over the fact that it was his “old” apartment because it didn’t look like Peter was ever going to live in it again.
“$14.50” the cab driver called, looking down her shirt via the rear view mirror. She would have been disgusted if she were not totally preoccupied with the speech she had been preparing for Nathan since she got on the Greyhound in Costa Verde. She handed the driver the money with a decent tip and climbed out of the cab, taking the time to look up at Peter’s window before she entered the building.
She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. She knew where the spare key was, and was sure it was still there. It was made for her anyway, and Nathan had one of his own. Just as she figured, under the mat, the key she had used several times was in the same place she left it. She sniffled slightly before pushing it into the key hole and entering Peter’s apartment.
She knew he was there. She could smell the whiskey the minute she opened the door. She crinkled her nose and looked around the apartment. It looked like a tornado hit it. Peter had never been a neat man, but his apartment never looked this bad. She stepped over empty beer bottles on her way into the apartment. “Nathan,” she called, not loud, but loud enough and she heard shuffling in the bedroom. He was mumbling to himself when she walked in. He was flat on his back, in the middle of the bed, a bottle of whiskey in one hand, a cigarette in the other. When did Nathan start smoking? He had a full, unkempt beard and it looked strange on him. His clothes were dirty and disheveled, and if she didn’t know how much Nathan loved Peter, she would say that she couldn’t believe it. But the problem was, that if she had the ability, she would have been in the same state Nathan was.
“Nathan,” she called again, this time more firm.
“What are you doing here?” Nathan slurred, his eyes drooping slightly as he tried to maintain his focus.
Agitated at, not only his question, but his tone, Claire huffed and walked straight over to him, taking both the bottle and cigarette out of his hands. She smashed the cigarette out into the make-shift ashtray on the side of the bed and moved into the kitchen with the whiskey bottle.
“HEY!” Nathan called, following her. “Where are you going with that? It’s mine!” He sounded like a 5 year old, and Claire had to remind herself that it wasn’t that uncommon for Nathan to act like a petulant child.
She stood in front of the sink and glared back at him as she poured the remaining liquor down the drain. “I’m over this,” she said, looking him directly in the eye as the last drops of alcohol fell from the bottle. “You’re a grown man, and I’m not going to let you wallow in self pity anymore!”
Nathan held his ground. He was drunk, but still a Petrelli, and that meant he was not going down without a fight. “Don’t you tell me what I’m going to do!” he shot back, doing his best to maintain his balance.
He underestimated Claire, however. She was a Petrelli too, after all, and equally as stubborn. But she also had the advantage of being sober. “No, this is what we are going to do,” she stated, her tone calm and firm like she was speaking to a child, not her father. “I’m going to make you some coffee, you’re going to get in the shower, shave that god-awful beard, find some clean clothes, and sober up!” her voice raised with every word. “Then, you are going to talk to me!”
Nathan stared back at her, still not ready to back down. He did notice how hot she was when she was pissed, just like her mother, but was too drunk to internally berate himself as he usually did when sex fantasies came to mind where his 17 year-old daughter was concerned. “I’m not that drunk,” he finally said. He wasn’t totally giving up the fight, but he knew he wasn’t going to win. He bet Claire would carry him to the shower and shave him herself; an idea that didn’t totally disgust him except for the fact that his filled his heart with a sense of betrayal.
“Nathan, get your ass in the shower right now, or I’ll call your mother,” she said, her eyes flashing with rage. He knew she would do it, and he knew his mother would give him the 3000th lecture of the week if she caught him in this state.
Without a word he huffed and turned on his heel, heading to the bathroom. He’d avoided it for long enough, the memories of things that happened in that room too raw, but now it was time to face the demons he guessed.
Claire went immediately to work starting a pot of coffee and cleaning the apartment. She didn’t think about the man, 100 feet away, naked in the shower. No, she surely didn’t. She didn’t have thoughts like that. They were not appropriate. And it wasn’t like she even cared about Nathan. No, she never cared about Nathan the way she had Peter, that was for sure! Oh, who the hell was she kidding? The only reason that Claire never formed a bond with Nathan was because he wouldn’t allow it, plain and simple. And as far as being “appropriate,” she guessed that idea flew out the window a long time ago.
Nathan took a very long shower, and Claire figured it might take him hours to cut through that beard of his, so she cleaned the apartment top to bottom. Tears flowed down her cheeks as everything reminded her to Peter. With the exception of the trash that had collected since Nathan “moved in,” the apartment was in the same state Peter had left it four months ago. A pair of his socks were still sitting on the arm of the couch. Led Zeppelin IV was still in his CD player. Even his sketchbook was laying on the coffee table, the pencil he used sitting on top of it in exactly the same spot she remembered him leaving it.
Claire cried as she replaced these items. She cried as she dusted the furniture, mopped the floors, changed the bed sheets. She felt like she was erasing Peter from his own apartment. This was the only real thing she had left of him. But it had to be done. This was best for her…and Nathan.
She heard the water in the bathroom turn off and she could hear Nathan drying himself off and readying himself for his shave. There was a lot they needed to talk about. She hoped she maintained the courage to tell him what she had to tell him. She hoped he could sober up enough that she could get the answers she was seeking, even if she couldn’t make him love her like she needed. She hoped they could finally talk about Peter in a way that neither of them could do while he was still here.
When the apartment was to Claire’s satisfaction, she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat at the kitchen table. She looked around her, and while it still reminded her of Peter, this place was no longer Peter’s apartment. She didn’t know what it was, but it wasn’t the safe haven she had escaped to almost five months ago. Maybe it was the fact that Peter was gone. Maybe it was that the other occupant of the apartment gave Claire an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach every time she was with him. She couldn’t be sure, but she didn’t have time to think about it as Nathan exited the bathroom, wrapped in a towel and looked back at her before entering the bedroom.
Her breath quickened when she saw him. There was that gnawing in her stomach again. Her feelings for Nathan were so confusing, even more so than her feelings for Peter. Now, being honest, she had to admit that her feelings for Peter were never really confusing; they were just difficult to accept at first. With Nathan, her feelings really were on the boarder of so many different emotions; love, hate, comfort, uneasiness, lust, disgust.
She could see coherence in his eyes when he passed into the bedroom and knew he was sober, or at least mostly so now. She was going to have to make her move now. This was her chance to figure this whole thing out.
Nathan fumbled around the bedroom, looking for something to wear. Of course, when he had decided to stay at Peter’s he didn’t bring clothes with him. He couldn’t be bothered to change his clothes when Peter was gone. It felt weird wearing Peter’s clothes. They fit him fine, so that was not the problem. And sure, they were not his style, but that was not the problem either. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but it was a strange feeling.
He finally decided on some jeans and a polo shirt. Nathan hadn’t worn jeans since college, and he felt like a frat boy, but he had not sunk so low as wear some of Peter’s more “emo” attire. He was depressed, lonely, and an alcoholic, but he did still have some dignity.
He thought about Claire sitting at the table near the kitchen and sighed. He had to talk to her. He knew he owed her that. He owed her a great deal more and wished he had been man enough to give it to her, but he hadn’t, and he knew he still wasn’t that man. There was something seriously wrong with him and his perception of familial boundaries. There always had been, and as much as he wanted to comfort her and be the father she needed him to be, he knew his feelings for her were not fatherly.
He sighed one more time and ran a frustrated hand through his hair. It was time to bite the bullet. He owed this to Claire, so he was going to get over himself and talk to her. Maybe then she would leave, and stop making him feel the way he was feeling at that moment.
Claire looked up as Nathan entered the room and she couldn’t stop the small smirk that played at the corners of her mouth. Nathan in jeans and a baby blue polo shirt was a sight that she never thought she’d see, and she was pretty sure she could count herself as one of the very few who ever had. Didn’t mean he didn’t look amazing. Peter’s clothes fit him like a glove, and there was no hiding that Petrelli sex appeal; he could be wearing a trash bag.
Nathan helped himself to a cup of coffee and sat down in front of her. “I’m sober,” he said, quietly looking her in the eyes as if challenging her to question his sobriety.
“I see,” Claire said, pursing her lips as she took another sip from her mug. She didn’t know where to start. It seemed that now he was in front of her, sober and willing to listen, she couldn’t remember what she had to say.
Nathan just looked at her expectantly and it was enough to irritate her to the point of asking, “Why don’t you want to talk to me?”
“Claire…” Nathan huffed, starting to roll his eyes. “It’s not that I don’t want to talk to you. It’s hard. Peter’s…”
“GONE!” Claire almost screamed, cutting him off. “Peter’s gone,” she said, her beautiful face beginning to crumple with emotion as she held back tears. There was no use in them pretending Peter was still with them. He was gone, and he might never come back to them.
“I know he’s gone. I was there, remember!” Nathan shot back. He hadn’t intended to get angry with Claire, and he really wasn’t, but he was not ready to talk about Peter.
“Yes,” Claire, said, her voice softening just a little. “I was there too.” She reminded him. “I just need you to talk to me.”
“About what?” Nathan asked, trying not to sound impatient.
Claire sucked a breath in, not expecting Nathan to be so open to listening to her. “I want to know why you wanted to send me to Paris before the explosion,” she said, her eyes boring into him.
“Claire, you know that the election was coming up,” he said. If all she wanted to ask were questions she already had the answer too, he didn’t really have the patience for this conversation.
“No,” Claire said, confidently. She’d expected that answer. “That’s not an excuse. I’m your daughter!” she said, her eyes flaring dangerously. “If you loved me, you would have given up your precious campaign for me.”
Nathan stared back at her wide-eyed. It was almost the exact same thing Peter had said to him when he discussed sending Claire away. He’d never expected her to bluntly say it, but it did have some truth to it. “What do you want me to say?” he asked, not confirming or denying her deductions.
A tear slipped down Claire’s cheek as Nathan’s attitude only further proved her point that he didn’t love her. And she needed him to love her. He was the only person in the world that she was drawn to like Peter, and she needed him. Why didn’t he need her? “I want you to tell me why you didn’t try to find me. I want to know why I’m not enough! I want you to tell me what I did wrong!! I want to know why you can’t love me like you did him!!!” she was yelling, her chest heaving, as emotion ran through her system. She’d laid her soul on the line, and she hoped that Nathan would be honest with her for once.
Nathan’s mouth nearly hit the floor in shock. Her questions were valid, and he had an answer for every single one of them, but her last question broke something loose within him, and the tears he had held back to four months came to the surface. “Okay,” he said, quietly trying to get a hold on his emotions.
Claire sat there, silently watching him, patiently allowing him to answer her in his own time. Finally he looked at her and said, “First of all, I’ll admit, I had a feeling you didn’t die in that fire.” It was the first time he ever admitted it allowed, and he didn’t know how he knew, he just did. “I never really knew, but at the time I was young and selfish.” He wiped his eyes and chuckled humorlessly, “Let’s be honest, I’m old and selfish now.” Claire couldn’t disagree with that. “If I could do things differently, I might have. I might not have though. I really don’t know, Claire.” He knew he sounded harsh, but he also knew that he owed Claire the truth. She would see past his bullshit anyway. She and Peter always could.
His features softened as he went on. “Claire, none of this is your fault. I know that what everyone says, but in this case it’s true. It’s not that you are not good enough, or that you did anything wrong. I’m not good enough. I’m the one that is wrong, and I don’t know how to make it better.” He was struggling with trying to figure out how to tell her what he was feeling. For an eloquent politician, he was sure having a hard time at the moment.
Claire still didn’t say anything, listening to Nathan, hoping he could give her some understanding. “I love you, Claire.” Nathan finally said looking into her eyes. She could see the truth there, and knew this was not just a political speech. “But I can’t be the father you need me to be.” He finally admitted.
Claire wiped her cheek and scooted her chair closer to his, taking his hand in hers. She wasn’t really angry anymore. She was sad, very sad; sad for the broken man in front of her; sad for her own broken heart; sad that it has taken 17 years for them to be able to have this conversation. She looked up at Nathan and said, “I don’t need a father.”
“Then what do you want from me?” Nathan asked, almost whimpering.
“I want you to love me.” She said, honestly. “I want you to need me.” She laced her fingers with his and he let her. “I want you to love me like you did Peter.” She finally said, knowing Nathan would know what she meant.
He looked up at her shocked. She and Peter were close, but he didn’t think they had become close enough for Peter to share that kind of secret with her. His mouth opened and closed, looking for the right words. How could he explain himself? How could he make her not believe it? How could she not be repulsed? Unless…well, he had to admit, the more the thought about it, the more it made sense. He realized at that moment that Claire knew exactly what he was going through. “Claire…” he breathed, not knowing what to say.
She smiled up at him, and said, “I know about you and Peter. I loved him too Nathan. And I feel the same draw to you as I did him,” she finally admitted. “It’s not as strong, but it’s definitely there.” She could feel hear her heart beating almost out of her chest. Oh God, what if he didn’t feel the same? What if he thought she was a freak?
Here fears were quelled, however when she felt Nathan’s rough lips against hers. She hesitated for only a moment before returning the kiss, maneuvering in her chair to better reach him. “Claire…” he breathed a breath away from her as the pulled back to catch their breath.
The emotions coursing through him were almost too much to bear. It felt just like the first time he and Peter kissed almost 10 years ago. If he was being honest, he’s wanted this from the moment he laid eyes on her in his mother’s mansion the day he thought he’d lost Peter forever. He’d felt that familiar spark, the one he had only shared with Peter until then, when he saw her, and it never truly went away. She reminded him of Peter. That was why he couldn’t take her calls. That’s why he couldn’t comfort her. It occurred to him that he might reminder her of Peter as well, and he wanted to make sure she knew exactly what she was doing.
“I’m not Peter, Claire.” He said, his voice soft, as he was still only inches away from her.
“I know,” she said, looking deep into his eyes. “And neither am I. I don’t need you to be Peter. I just need you to love me.” She ran her fingers through his hair and down his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. Her tongue slipped past his lips and she moaned as her body tingled all over.
Nathan’s arms moved from her face to her sides and pulled her closer to him. He knew he should be using his brain right now. Claire was probably upset at losing her lover, once his lover, and she was vulnerable. He was taking advantage, he knew, but he couldn’t help himself, and the way she was pushing those perfect breasts into him didn’t make her seem too vulnerable.
“We have to move,” Claire almost moaned, breathless from their kisses. The dining chairs were not the most comfortable place to do this, and she feared if she didn’t make the first move, Nathan wouldn’t. She was surprised when, without protest, Nathan stood and pulled her into his arms. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and let him carry her into the bedroom and set her down on the freshly made bed.
Nathan sat next to her on the bed and looked into her eyes again. They were full of the most intense lust he’d seen in a long time. He shuddered as he leaned in again, attacking her mouth with his. She was magnetic. He couldn’t pull himself away from her, and at this point never wanted to. “Nathan…” she moaned as his hands moved up her sides and cupped her breasts through the fabric of her shirt and bra.
He pulled back and looked at her again. She was young, but she wasn’t naïve. She knew what she was doing and that we enough for him. He’d thought about this for too long to stop himself now. Claire was in the same position. She knew this was wrong; just as wrong as falling in love with her uncle, but nothing get more natural at the moment. They needed this. She needed him, and this was the only capacity that they could exist together. Maybe it was in their blood. She didn’t know, and she didn’t care.
She scooted back on the bed and Nathan followed. He hovered over her as she laid down, her long blond hair fanning out around her. His fingers moved to the hem of her shirt and he touched the delicate skin of her stomach. She giggled a little, it tickled, and Nathan smiled back. It was the first smile she’d seen on his face since she got there, and she hoped that it meant he wanted this as much as she did. He certainly wasn’t complaining.
He seemed hesitant, though, and Claire was growing slightly impatient. “I’m not going to break, Nathan.” She reminded him with a grin.
“I know,” he said, his voice full of wonder and awe as he looked down at her. “I just want to…savor it.” He said, and he knew he sounded like a girl. Yet another thing his could share with Claire like he always did Peter. She would not judge him. She was family. He loved her.
A bright smile crossed Claire’s lips and she pulled him back down to her. For someone who was always so stilted around her, he sure knew exactly what to say in the heat of the moment. “We can savor it later, I need you.” She almost moaned with desire.
Nathan’s response was an animalistic growl in the back of his throat. He moved off of her, just enough to pulled her shirt over her head. Claire, in turn, nearly ripped Peter’s shirt off of him. Finally, there was skin to skin contact and her body felt alive for the first time in months. “Touch me…” she demanded, and Nathan quickly removed her bra from her, setting her perfect breasts free.
His rough fingers moved over her sensitive nipples and Claire could do nothing but throw her head back and let out a long, contented sigh. “Yes…” she hissed into his mouth as he continued to touch her while he pulled her lips to his. His tongue was like a hit poker as he battled with hers for dominance. Peter’s kisses had always been sweet and intense, but Nathan’s kisses were rough and passionate. She didn’t know which she liked more, but she did know that these brothers had both mastered the art of foreplay in their own way.
Nathan’s lips moved from her lips, to her neck and he sucked on her pulse that seemed to be beating faster and faster. Her eyes slipped shut as she weaved her fingers through Nathan’s hair. He pulled back to look at the hickey he gave her, just to watch it disappear almost immediately. His bottom lip jutted out, instinctively. He was pouting. Claire giggled at him and said, “It doesn’t matter what you do, it won’t stay.”
He looked up at her and sighed, “I just want to leave my mark,” he said, knowing he was sounding possessive. But the truth was, when it came to his family, and more important his lovers, he was possessive.
Claire’s smile softened and she kissed him lightly on the lips. “There’s a mark. It’s just that you and I are the only ones who can see it.” She remembered having this same conversation with Peter at one time and she knew that whatever she and Nathan were doing would always remind her of Peter, but she felt comfort in the fact that she knew that what she was going was not about Peter. Well, it was not entirely about Peter. This was about Claire and Nathan, first and foremost.
Nathan seemed happy enough with her response and he moved back to her neck, licking and nipping the hot skin he found there. He moved down to her collarbone, but didn’t stay long as he quickly moved down to her breasts. They were full and firm, the perfect size for her body. He wrapped his lips around one of her nipples and her hands tightened in his hair as her breath hitched with pleasure.
He loved that she was so responsive to him. He needed a responsive lover, and her body seemed to be one big nerve ending the way her heart raced as he touched her and moans and whimpers flew out of her mouth so easily.
She moved her hand up to her unattended breast and began rubbing her other nipple. Nathan quickly pushed her hand aside and rubbed it in his own fingers, teasing it to harden completely. Claire’s legs spread and he stilled between them as she arched her back and their hips came into contact. He suppressed a moan as his jean clad cock brushed against her heated core. “Oh God!” she moaned, beginning to think he was going to being her to orgasm without touching anything but her breasts.
But soon, he moved from her sensitive peaks and she whimpered in disappointment with the lost of his mouth on her. His mouth didn’t stay away from her skin for long as he kissed the skin between her breasts on the way down to her soft stomach. When she felt his fingers playing at the top of her jeans, butterflies filled her stomach and she hoped he was thinking what she was thinking.
Nathan took a deep breath before popping the button on her jeans and pulling the zipper down. She lifted her hips to allow him to remove the offending garment and he took in the sight of her lying there only in a pair of white briefs. She looked down at him and giggled, “I’d have put on sexier underwear if I knew this was going to happen.”
He smirked up at her, running her fingers lightly over the skin of her stomach. “Trust me, sex appeal is not anything you need help with,” he told her, his voice raw with passion. She smiled at him again. As stupid as it sounded, she loved knowing she had an effect on him. She knew at least that she was wanted, if not loved when he looked at her like that.
He kissed her stomach one last time before he hooked his fingers into the side of her panties. He didn’t ask permission because he knew he already had it. He slid them down her legs and threw them behind him, the scent of her arousal attacking his senses immediately. God she was sexy.
He licked and kissed the flawless skin of her thighs, pushing her legs further apart to get a better view of her wet slit. Claire bit her lip in anticipation of what was to come. Nathan lingered in front of her wetness for just a moment to take in her scent before his tongue darted out, lightly licking her folds. “Mmmm,” Claire moaned, clinching the sheets next to her.
Her pussy was so wet, and Nathan’s cock flinched at the thought that it was him that turned her on. It was him that she wanted. He gently parted her lower lips and licked her clit with the tip of his tongue. “Yes, Nathan…” Claire moaned, her eyes slipping shut as she weaved her fingers though his hair and gripping him tight.
Nathan eased one finger into her and groaned at how tight she was. He lapped lightly at her clit, teasing her. Claire didn’t know if she could take it. She bucked her hips into him, pushing his face into her pulsing core. She needed more.
Nathan grinned against her, and placed his free hand on her hips, holding her still as he gave her what she wanted. He sucked her clit hard and entered another finger into her. She was impossibly wet and tasted amazing. He could eat her out all day long, he decided. He hooked his fingers up, hitting her g-spot dead on, and watched as her body stiffened beneath him.
“Fuck! Yes, right there…” Claire moaned, screwing her eyes shut. Her mouth hung open and her breath came out in pants. Nathan knew she was close and couldn’t wait to see her come undone right before his eyes. His tongue stroked against her a few more times while he wiggled his fingers within her.
Claire came hard, moaning nonsensical curses as her hips bucked wildly into Nathan. His eyes never left her, as he never thought she looked more beautiful than when she was writhing with pleasure. Finally, he removed his mouth and fingers from her and moved up next to her on the bed. “Wow…” Claire said, breathless, as she rolled onto her side and looked at Nathan.
He was grinning like an idiot, and she wished he would smile more. He was so beautiful when he smiled. “I take it you were please?” he asked, a smug tone in his voice. Claire would have set him straight if he didn’t have a reason to be smug. The man really knew how to use that mouth. Speaking of which…
Claire moved closer to Nathan, hooked her leg over his hip and pulled him down to kiss her. She moaned as she tasted her juices on her lips. “Mmmm,” she said, “I taste good.” Her voice thick with lust.
Nathan’s eyes grew very dark as he growled into her mouth and kissed her even harder. If she continued to talk like that, he might night make it to the main event. Claire must have had the same urgency on her mind because he was torn from his thoughts by the feeling of her small hands eagerly working at the button of his jeans. “God damnit!” she grunted, unable to get the right angle to unzip his pants. She had to pull away, and she didn’t want to, but he needed to be out of those jeans immediately.
Nathan chuckled lightly at her and moved his hand down to free himself of his pants for her. She looked up at him gratefully and pulled him flush against her just as he was kicking off the pants. He hadn’t bothered with underwear when he got out of the shower anyway. She felt his harness press into her thigh and she had to ask, “You are sober, right?” she pulled back to look into his eyes for assurance.
Then Nathan did something completely out of character. He took her chin, delicately, into his hands and pulled her lips to his for a soft, slow kiss. His fingers remained on her face, gently moving up and down her cheeks before he said, “I’m 100% sober, Claire.” He wanted her to see the truth in his eyes. He always had to lie to everyone. He didn’t want to have that kind of relationship with Claire.
She smiled and gave him a quick kiss before she pushed him onto his back and swung her leg over his body, pushing herself up to straddle his waist.
His cock pressed into her ass, and she knew she needed him inside her immediately. Nathan was feeling the same urgency as he stilled her hips, grinding against him, and said, “Are there any condoms in here?” he figured if she and Peter were having sex, he had to have some stashed somewhere.
“No, I’m on the pill,” Claire said, already moving down, over his cock. Nathan gritted his teeth in arousal at the thought of coming inside Claire. He knew they should probably double up the protection, considering, if she got pregnant it would be a complete disaster, but at this point he just wanted to be buried inside her as quickly as possible.
Claire looked up at him and bit her lip in concentration as she took hold of his aching cock and guided it to her entrance. Her eyes slipped shut and she took a deep breath before she impaled herself onto him. The biting pain of her hymen breaking caused her to tense for just a second.
Nathan’s eyes grew wide as he looked at her in confusion. “I’m not…It always comes back.” She explained, the pain already gone. Nathan just nodded, too overwhelmed by the feeling of her hot, wet, tightness surrounding him. The fact that she would be this tight forever only turned him on more, as sick as the might have been. Of course he was fucking his daughter on his brother’s bed, so sickness was not something he could really worry about anymore.
He could worry about much of anything but Claire as she rose up and down on his cock. She threw her head back and moaned as she angled her hips to take him in deeper, his pelvis brushing her clit with every stroke. “Open your eyes,” Nathan commanded in a grunt. His authoritative manner, even in bed, only made her want to come more, so she opened her eyes, looked at him, and began riding him a little faster.
“So, fucking tight…” Nathan mumbled, his brain struggling to function as he watched her right him like a pro, her perky tits bouncing up and down.
“Mmm, you’re so big,” Claire moaned in response. He filled her completely and it felt so good. She placed her hands on his firm chest and pushed herself up and down his thick cock faster and faster. “Oh god!” she almost screamed as he shifted his hips to meet her thrust for thrust.
His fingers dug into her hips, leaving bruises that they knew would disappear the minute his hands left her body, but for now they were offering that sweet sensation of pain and pleasure. “Fuck me!” Claire moaned, losing all control.
Nathan’s cock pulsed as he heard her curse, and those words out of such an innocent looking mouth were just so sexy. He held her hips still while he pumped up into her with all the force he possessed. “Oh! Oh! Oh! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Claire moaned as she came, her thighs clinching and her body shuddering as her orgasm took over her entire body.
When she collapsed on top of him, Nathan rolled them over he was hovering on top of her. Her eyes came back into focus just as he began pumping into her again. He gripped her thigh and pulled her leg up to enter her deeper and deeper with each thrust.
“God, Claire…” he groaned through gritted teeth. He was coming close to the edge, and he wanted her to be with him.
Claire could already feel another orgasm building within her, but when Nathan brushed her clit with the pad of his thumb, it was all over as she came again, his name on her lips.
Her pussy clamped down on his cock for the second time and it was enough to trigger Nathan’s own orgasm. “Fuck, CLAIRE!” he moaned, spilling his white-hot come into her. He pumped into her a few more times, extending both of their orgasms before he finally rolled off of her and pulled her into his arms.
They were both panting with exhaustion, sweat making their bodies stick together. “Amazing…” Claire breathed, once her brain started functioning again.
“Yeah,” Nathan replied through heavy breaths. Amazing did not quite do the experience justice. It was amazing, and not at all disturbing like it should have been; just like the first time he had sex with Peter. But he knew that they had to talk. Claire filled a void in his life that had been there for a long time. She wasn’t Peter, but she made him feel whole like Peter did. He needed her to know this was not just a mourning fuck; that it meant something. Her feelings on the matter where what would decide exactly what it meant. “Claire…” he started, again at a loss for words to explain what he wanted to say.
Claire snuggled into him and looked up into his eyes. “Nathan, what does this mean?” she asked, taking the words right out of him mouth.
“I love you,” Nathan blurted out before he could control himself. When he saw the sparkle in Claire’s eyes, though, he knew that he wouldn’t have to worry that the feelings were not reciprocated.
“I love you too,” Claire said, kissing him lightly. She’d always wanted the love of her father, she just realized now that it could never be the conventional love of a father to his daughter. They were way beyond unconventional at this point. “I’ve waited so long to here you say that.” She sniffled.
Nathan’s features softened as he wiped a lone tear from her cheek. “Stay with me?” he asked, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to get his life back on track unless she was by his side.
Claire smiled brightly at him. It was what she wanted, but she wanted him to ask it. She didn’t want to be the one chasing him all the time. She needed him, and now she knew he needed her because Nathan Petrelli didn’t ask favors from anyone unless it was dire. “You know that I will.” She answered, holding him tight to her.
“What about your family.” He asked. He knew he should feel weird about thinking of another man as her father, but truth be told, Claire wasn’t family to him. She was so much more, just like Peter had always been.
“You are my father,” Claire said, a twinkle in her eyes. He grinned at her. She was right. He had every right to take custody of her if she wanted to live with him.
Claire laid her head on Nathan’s chest and sighed, “What about Peter?” she asked, knowing the topic couldn’t be avoided.
Nathan took a deep breath than ran his fingers through her hair, “He’s gone. We have to accept it,” he said, the tears stinging his eyes and he didn’t even bother trying to hold them back.
Claire nodded against him and said, “But you won’t leave me, right?”
“Never again, Claire,” Nathan said, forcing her to look at him. “I’m never leaving you again.” He promised and she knew, for the first time, she could trust him. She kissed his lips one last time and then let him pull her closer as sleep fell over both of them.
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Meanwhile in Cork, Ireland...
Peter Petrelli woke up with a strangled breath in a pitch black room, alone and chained the to wall.
The End.
Pairing: Claire/Nathan, allusions to Peter/Nathan and Peter/Claire (canon-cest)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Claire isn’t going to take Nathan’s avoidance any longer
Spoilers: Ummm, through the first few episodes of S2
Warning: Underagedness, Petrellicest, and a bit of Angst for good measure…the usual
A/N: This idea just came to me as I was re-watching .07%. I hope you enjoy. I’m kinda proud of this one, so I hope everyone likes it. It’s a little rushed, but I just had to write it!
Claire’s face contorted into an angry scowl as she had to control the urge to throw her phone against the wall. She didn’t know why she always called him. Nathan hadn’t been sober one day since the explosion that he miraculously escaped from. Peter…she didn’t want to think about Peter because the more she thought about him, the more she realized that she was truly alone in the world. She thought they would both live together forever, but apparently she was too far from him to save him from himself.
She wiped a lone tear from her eye and huffed. She just wanted Nathan to talk to her. She needed him to talk to her. If anyone understood her right now, it would be Nathan, but he was so selfish, as usual. She wished she could drown her sorrows in the bottle, but as she found out the night Peter was ripped from her life, the “miracle grow” powers she had also made sure she never got drunk. Life was an evil bitch.
Fuck this! Claire couldn’t deal with the reality of the situation she had been thrown into anymore. Her dad was watching her like a hawk. She had no friends. Her family saw her as a burden, she knew it, and truth be told, she was the reason they were all in danger to begin with. She pushed herself off the bed and moved to her closet, pulling out a small duffle bag and some clothes. She had to get out. If Nathan didn’t want to talk on the phone, that was just fine. She could go to him and make him talk. Make him give her answers. Make him love her.
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Claire kept fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. She was only a few blocks from Peter’s apartment. She knew Nathan was there. She didn’t know how, but she knew that he had taken up residence in Peter’s old apartment. She wouldn’t let herself cry over the fact that it was his “old” apartment because it didn’t look like Peter was ever going to live in it again.
“$14.50” the cab driver called, looking down her shirt via the rear view mirror. She would have been disgusted if she were not totally preoccupied with the speech she had been preparing for Nathan since she got on the Greyhound in Costa Verde. She handed the driver the money with a decent tip and climbed out of the cab, taking the time to look up at Peter’s window before she entered the building.
She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. She knew where the spare key was, and was sure it was still there. It was made for her anyway, and Nathan had one of his own. Just as she figured, under the mat, the key she had used several times was in the same place she left it. She sniffled slightly before pushing it into the key hole and entering Peter’s apartment.
She knew he was there. She could smell the whiskey the minute she opened the door. She crinkled her nose and looked around the apartment. It looked like a tornado hit it. Peter had never been a neat man, but his apartment never looked this bad. She stepped over empty beer bottles on her way into the apartment. “Nathan,” she called, not loud, but loud enough and she heard shuffling in the bedroom. He was mumbling to himself when she walked in. He was flat on his back, in the middle of the bed, a bottle of whiskey in one hand, a cigarette in the other. When did Nathan start smoking? He had a full, unkempt beard and it looked strange on him. His clothes were dirty and disheveled, and if she didn’t know how much Nathan loved Peter, she would say that she couldn’t believe it. But the problem was, that if she had the ability, she would have been in the same state Nathan was.
“Nathan,” she called again, this time more firm.
“What are you doing here?” Nathan slurred, his eyes drooping slightly as he tried to maintain his focus.
Agitated at, not only his question, but his tone, Claire huffed and walked straight over to him, taking both the bottle and cigarette out of his hands. She smashed the cigarette out into the make-shift ashtray on the side of the bed and moved into the kitchen with the whiskey bottle.
“HEY!” Nathan called, following her. “Where are you going with that? It’s mine!” He sounded like a 5 year old, and Claire had to remind herself that it wasn’t that uncommon for Nathan to act like a petulant child.
She stood in front of the sink and glared back at him as she poured the remaining liquor down the drain. “I’m over this,” she said, looking him directly in the eye as the last drops of alcohol fell from the bottle. “You’re a grown man, and I’m not going to let you wallow in self pity anymore!”
Nathan held his ground. He was drunk, but still a Petrelli, and that meant he was not going down without a fight. “Don’t you tell me what I’m going to do!” he shot back, doing his best to maintain his balance.
He underestimated Claire, however. She was a Petrelli too, after all, and equally as stubborn. But she also had the advantage of being sober. “No, this is what we are going to do,” she stated, her tone calm and firm like she was speaking to a child, not her father. “I’m going to make you some coffee, you’re going to get in the shower, shave that god-awful beard, find some clean clothes, and sober up!” her voice raised with every word. “Then, you are going to talk to me!”
Nathan stared back at her, still not ready to back down. He did notice how hot she was when she was pissed, just like her mother, but was too drunk to internally berate himself as he usually did when sex fantasies came to mind where his 17 year-old daughter was concerned. “I’m not that drunk,” he finally said. He wasn’t totally giving up the fight, but he knew he wasn’t going to win. He bet Claire would carry him to the shower and shave him herself; an idea that didn’t totally disgust him except for the fact that his filled his heart with a sense of betrayal.
“Nathan, get your ass in the shower right now, or I’ll call your mother,” she said, her eyes flashing with rage. He knew she would do it, and he knew his mother would give him the 3000th lecture of the week if she caught him in this state.
Without a word he huffed and turned on his heel, heading to the bathroom. He’d avoided it for long enough, the memories of things that happened in that room too raw, but now it was time to face the demons he guessed.
Claire went immediately to work starting a pot of coffee and cleaning the apartment. She didn’t think about the man, 100 feet away, naked in the shower. No, she surely didn’t. She didn’t have thoughts like that. They were not appropriate. And it wasn’t like she even cared about Nathan. No, she never cared about Nathan the way she had Peter, that was for sure! Oh, who the hell was she kidding? The only reason that Claire never formed a bond with Nathan was because he wouldn’t allow it, plain and simple. And as far as being “appropriate,” she guessed that idea flew out the window a long time ago.
Nathan took a very long shower, and Claire figured it might take him hours to cut through that beard of his, so she cleaned the apartment top to bottom. Tears flowed down her cheeks as everything reminded her to Peter. With the exception of the trash that had collected since Nathan “moved in,” the apartment was in the same state Peter had left it four months ago. A pair of his socks were still sitting on the arm of the couch. Led Zeppelin IV was still in his CD player. Even his sketchbook was laying on the coffee table, the pencil he used sitting on top of it in exactly the same spot she remembered him leaving it.
Claire cried as she replaced these items. She cried as she dusted the furniture, mopped the floors, changed the bed sheets. She felt like she was erasing Peter from his own apartment. This was the only real thing she had left of him. But it had to be done. This was best for her…and Nathan.
She heard the water in the bathroom turn off and she could hear Nathan drying himself off and readying himself for his shave. There was a lot they needed to talk about. She hoped she maintained the courage to tell him what she had to tell him. She hoped he could sober up enough that she could get the answers she was seeking, even if she couldn’t make him love her like she needed. She hoped they could finally talk about Peter in a way that neither of them could do while he was still here.
When the apartment was to Claire’s satisfaction, she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat at the kitchen table. She looked around her, and while it still reminded her of Peter, this place was no longer Peter’s apartment. She didn’t know what it was, but it wasn’t the safe haven she had escaped to almost five months ago. Maybe it was the fact that Peter was gone. Maybe it was that the other occupant of the apartment gave Claire an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach every time she was with him. She couldn’t be sure, but she didn’t have time to think about it as Nathan exited the bathroom, wrapped in a towel and looked back at her before entering the bedroom.
Her breath quickened when she saw him. There was that gnawing in her stomach again. Her feelings for Nathan were so confusing, even more so than her feelings for Peter. Now, being honest, she had to admit that her feelings for Peter were never really confusing; they were just difficult to accept at first. With Nathan, her feelings really were on the boarder of so many different emotions; love, hate, comfort, uneasiness, lust, disgust.
She could see coherence in his eyes when he passed into the bedroom and knew he was sober, or at least mostly so now. She was going to have to make her move now. This was her chance to figure this whole thing out.
Nathan fumbled around the bedroom, looking for something to wear. Of course, when he had decided to stay at Peter’s he didn’t bring clothes with him. He couldn’t be bothered to change his clothes when Peter was gone. It felt weird wearing Peter’s clothes. They fit him fine, so that was not the problem. And sure, they were not his style, but that was not the problem either. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but it was a strange feeling.
He finally decided on some jeans and a polo shirt. Nathan hadn’t worn jeans since college, and he felt like a frat boy, but he had not sunk so low as wear some of Peter’s more “emo” attire. He was depressed, lonely, and an alcoholic, but he did still have some dignity.
He thought about Claire sitting at the table near the kitchen and sighed. He had to talk to her. He knew he owed her that. He owed her a great deal more and wished he had been man enough to give it to her, but he hadn’t, and he knew he still wasn’t that man. There was something seriously wrong with him and his perception of familial boundaries. There always had been, and as much as he wanted to comfort her and be the father she needed him to be, he knew his feelings for her were not fatherly.
He sighed one more time and ran a frustrated hand through his hair. It was time to bite the bullet. He owed this to Claire, so he was going to get over himself and talk to her. Maybe then she would leave, and stop making him feel the way he was feeling at that moment.
Claire looked up as Nathan entered the room and she couldn’t stop the small smirk that played at the corners of her mouth. Nathan in jeans and a baby blue polo shirt was a sight that she never thought she’d see, and she was pretty sure she could count herself as one of the very few who ever had. Didn’t mean he didn’t look amazing. Peter’s clothes fit him like a glove, and there was no hiding that Petrelli sex appeal; he could be wearing a trash bag.
Nathan helped himself to a cup of coffee and sat down in front of her. “I’m sober,” he said, quietly looking her in the eyes as if challenging her to question his sobriety.
“I see,” Claire said, pursing her lips as she took another sip from her mug. She didn’t know where to start. It seemed that now he was in front of her, sober and willing to listen, she couldn’t remember what she had to say.
Nathan just looked at her expectantly and it was enough to irritate her to the point of asking, “Why don’t you want to talk to me?”
“Claire…” Nathan huffed, starting to roll his eyes. “It’s not that I don’t want to talk to you. It’s hard. Peter’s…”
“GONE!” Claire almost screamed, cutting him off. “Peter’s gone,” she said, her beautiful face beginning to crumple with emotion as she held back tears. There was no use in them pretending Peter was still with them. He was gone, and he might never come back to them.
“I know he’s gone. I was there, remember!” Nathan shot back. He hadn’t intended to get angry with Claire, and he really wasn’t, but he was not ready to talk about Peter.
“Yes,” Claire, said, her voice softening just a little. “I was there too.” She reminded him. “I just need you to talk to me.”
“About what?” Nathan asked, trying not to sound impatient.
Claire sucked a breath in, not expecting Nathan to be so open to listening to her. “I want to know why you wanted to send me to Paris before the explosion,” she said, her eyes boring into him.
“Claire, you know that the election was coming up,” he said. If all she wanted to ask were questions she already had the answer too, he didn’t really have the patience for this conversation.
“No,” Claire said, confidently. She’d expected that answer. “That’s not an excuse. I’m your daughter!” she said, her eyes flaring dangerously. “If you loved me, you would have given up your precious campaign for me.”
Nathan stared back at her wide-eyed. It was almost the exact same thing Peter had said to him when he discussed sending Claire away. He’d never expected her to bluntly say it, but it did have some truth to it. “What do you want me to say?” he asked, not confirming or denying her deductions.
A tear slipped down Claire’s cheek as Nathan’s attitude only further proved her point that he didn’t love her. And she needed him to love her. He was the only person in the world that she was drawn to like Peter, and she needed him. Why didn’t he need her? “I want you to tell me why you didn’t try to find me. I want to know why I’m not enough! I want you to tell me what I did wrong!! I want to know why you can’t love me like you did him!!!” she was yelling, her chest heaving, as emotion ran through her system. She’d laid her soul on the line, and she hoped that Nathan would be honest with her for once.
Nathan’s mouth nearly hit the floor in shock. Her questions were valid, and he had an answer for every single one of them, but her last question broke something loose within him, and the tears he had held back to four months came to the surface. “Okay,” he said, quietly trying to get a hold on his emotions.
Claire sat there, silently watching him, patiently allowing him to answer her in his own time. Finally he looked at her and said, “First of all, I’ll admit, I had a feeling you didn’t die in that fire.” It was the first time he ever admitted it allowed, and he didn’t know how he knew, he just did. “I never really knew, but at the time I was young and selfish.” He wiped his eyes and chuckled humorlessly, “Let’s be honest, I’m old and selfish now.” Claire couldn’t disagree with that. “If I could do things differently, I might have. I might not have though. I really don’t know, Claire.” He knew he sounded harsh, but he also knew that he owed Claire the truth. She would see past his bullshit anyway. She and Peter always could.
His features softened as he went on. “Claire, none of this is your fault. I know that what everyone says, but in this case it’s true. It’s not that you are not good enough, or that you did anything wrong. I’m not good enough. I’m the one that is wrong, and I don’t know how to make it better.” He was struggling with trying to figure out how to tell her what he was feeling. For an eloquent politician, he was sure having a hard time at the moment.
Claire still didn’t say anything, listening to Nathan, hoping he could give her some understanding. “I love you, Claire.” Nathan finally said looking into her eyes. She could see the truth there, and knew this was not just a political speech. “But I can’t be the father you need me to be.” He finally admitted.
Claire wiped her cheek and scooted her chair closer to his, taking his hand in hers. She wasn’t really angry anymore. She was sad, very sad; sad for the broken man in front of her; sad for her own broken heart; sad that it has taken 17 years for them to be able to have this conversation. She looked up at Nathan and said, “I don’t need a father.”
“Then what do you want from me?” Nathan asked, almost whimpering.
“I want you to love me.” She said, honestly. “I want you to need me.” She laced her fingers with his and he let her. “I want you to love me like you did Peter.” She finally said, knowing Nathan would know what she meant.
He looked up at her shocked. She and Peter were close, but he didn’t think they had become close enough for Peter to share that kind of secret with her. His mouth opened and closed, looking for the right words. How could he explain himself? How could he make her not believe it? How could she not be repulsed? Unless…well, he had to admit, the more the thought about it, the more it made sense. He realized at that moment that Claire knew exactly what he was going through. “Claire…” he breathed, not knowing what to say.
She smiled up at him, and said, “I know about you and Peter. I loved him too Nathan. And I feel the same draw to you as I did him,” she finally admitted. “It’s not as strong, but it’s definitely there.” She could feel hear her heart beating almost out of her chest. Oh God, what if he didn’t feel the same? What if he thought she was a freak?
Here fears were quelled, however when she felt Nathan’s rough lips against hers. She hesitated for only a moment before returning the kiss, maneuvering in her chair to better reach him. “Claire…” he breathed a breath away from her as the pulled back to catch their breath.
The emotions coursing through him were almost too much to bear. It felt just like the first time he and Peter kissed almost 10 years ago. If he was being honest, he’s wanted this from the moment he laid eyes on her in his mother’s mansion the day he thought he’d lost Peter forever. He’d felt that familiar spark, the one he had only shared with Peter until then, when he saw her, and it never truly went away. She reminded him of Peter. That was why he couldn’t take her calls. That’s why he couldn’t comfort her. It occurred to him that he might reminder her of Peter as well, and he wanted to make sure she knew exactly what she was doing.
“I’m not Peter, Claire.” He said, his voice soft, as he was still only inches away from her.
“I know,” she said, looking deep into his eyes. “And neither am I. I don’t need you to be Peter. I just need you to love me.” She ran her fingers through his hair and down his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. Her tongue slipped past his lips and she moaned as her body tingled all over.
Nathan’s arms moved from her face to her sides and pulled her closer to him. He knew he should be using his brain right now. Claire was probably upset at losing her lover, once his lover, and she was vulnerable. He was taking advantage, he knew, but he couldn’t help himself, and the way she was pushing those perfect breasts into him didn’t make her seem too vulnerable.
“We have to move,” Claire almost moaned, breathless from their kisses. The dining chairs were not the most comfortable place to do this, and she feared if she didn’t make the first move, Nathan wouldn’t. She was surprised when, without protest, Nathan stood and pulled her into his arms. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and let him carry her into the bedroom and set her down on the freshly made bed.
Nathan sat next to her on the bed and looked into her eyes again. They were full of the most intense lust he’d seen in a long time. He shuddered as he leaned in again, attacking her mouth with his. She was magnetic. He couldn’t pull himself away from her, and at this point never wanted to. “Nathan…” she moaned as his hands moved up her sides and cupped her breasts through the fabric of her shirt and bra.
He pulled back and looked at her again. She was young, but she wasn’t naïve. She knew what she was doing and that we enough for him. He’d thought about this for too long to stop himself now. Claire was in the same position. She knew this was wrong; just as wrong as falling in love with her uncle, but nothing get more natural at the moment. They needed this. She needed him, and this was the only capacity that they could exist together. Maybe it was in their blood. She didn’t know, and she didn’t care.
She scooted back on the bed and Nathan followed. He hovered over her as she laid down, her long blond hair fanning out around her. His fingers moved to the hem of her shirt and he touched the delicate skin of her stomach. She giggled a little, it tickled, and Nathan smiled back. It was the first smile she’d seen on his face since she got there, and she hoped that it meant he wanted this as much as she did. He certainly wasn’t complaining.
He seemed hesitant, though, and Claire was growing slightly impatient. “I’m not going to break, Nathan.” She reminded him with a grin.
“I know,” he said, his voice full of wonder and awe as he looked down at her. “I just want to…savor it.” He said, and he knew he sounded like a girl. Yet another thing his could share with Claire like he always did Peter. She would not judge him. She was family. He loved her.
A bright smile crossed Claire’s lips and she pulled him back down to her. For someone who was always so stilted around her, he sure knew exactly what to say in the heat of the moment. “We can savor it later, I need you.” She almost moaned with desire.
Nathan’s response was an animalistic growl in the back of his throat. He moved off of her, just enough to pulled her shirt over her head. Claire, in turn, nearly ripped Peter’s shirt off of him. Finally, there was skin to skin contact and her body felt alive for the first time in months. “Touch me…” she demanded, and Nathan quickly removed her bra from her, setting her perfect breasts free.
His rough fingers moved over her sensitive nipples and Claire could do nothing but throw her head back and let out a long, contented sigh. “Yes…” she hissed into his mouth as he continued to touch her while he pulled her lips to his. His tongue was like a hit poker as he battled with hers for dominance. Peter’s kisses had always been sweet and intense, but Nathan’s kisses were rough and passionate. She didn’t know which she liked more, but she did know that these brothers had both mastered the art of foreplay in their own way.
Nathan’s lips moved from her lips, to her neck and he sucked on her pulse that seemed to be beating faster and faster. Her eyes slipped shut as she weaved her fingers through Nathan’s hair. He pulled back to look at the hickey he gave her, just to watch it disappear almost immediately. His bottom lip jutted out, instinctively. He was pouting. Claire giggled at him and said, “It doesn’t matter what you do, it won’t stay.”
He looked up at her and sighed, “I just want to leave my mark,” he said, knowing he was sounding possessive. But the truth was, when it came to his family, and more important his lovers, he was possessive.
Claire’s smile softened and she kissed him lightly on the lips. “There’s a mark. It’s just that you and I are the only ones who can see it.” She remembered having this same conversation with Peter at one time and she knew that whatever she and Nathan were doing would always remind her of Peter, but she felt comfort in the fact that she knew that what she was going was not about Peter. Well, it was not entirely about Peter. This was about Claire and Nathan, first and foremost.
Nathan seemed happy enough with her response and he moved back to her neck, licking and nipping the hot skin he found there. He moved down to her collarbone, but didn’t stay long as he quickly moved down to her breasts. They were full and firm, the perfect size for her body. He wrapped his lips around one of her nipples and her hands tightened in his hair as her breath hitched with pleasure.
He loved that she was so responsive to him. He needed a responsive lover, and her body seemed to be one big nerve ending the way her heart raced as he touched her and moans and whimpers flew out of her mouth so easily.
She moved her hand up to her unattended breast and began rubbing her other nipple. Nathan quickly pushed her hand aside and rubbed it in his own fingers, teasing it to harden completely. Claire’s legs spread and he stilled between them as she arched her back and their hips came into contact. He suppressed a moan as his jean clad cock brushed against her heated core. “Oh God!” she moaned, beginning to think he was going to being her to orgasm without touching anything but her breasts.
But soon, he moved from her sensitive peaks and she whimpered in disappointment with the lost of his mouth on her. His mouth didn’t stay away from her skin for long as he kissed the skin between her breasts on the way down to her soft stomach. When she felt his fingers playing at the top of her jeans, butterflies filled her stomach and she hoped he was thinking what she was thinking.
Nathan took a deep breath before popping the button on her jeans and pulling the zipper down. She lifted her hips to allow him to remove the offending garment and he took in the sight of her lying there only in a pair of white briefs. She looked down at him and giggled, “I’d have put on sexier underwear if I knew this was going to happen.”
He smirked up at her, running her fingers lightly over the skin of her stomach. “Trust me, sex appeal is not anything you need help with,” he told her, his voice raw with passion. She smiled at him again. As stupid as it sounded, she loved knowing she had an effect on him. She knew at least that she was wanted, if not loved when he looked at her like that.
He kissed her stomach one last time before he hooked his fingers into the side of her panties. He didn’t ask permission because he knew he already had it. He slid them down her legs and threw them behind him, the scent of her arousal attacking his senses immediately. God she was sexy.
He licked and kissed the flawless skin of her thighs, pushing her legs further apart to get a better view of her wet slit. Claire bit her lip in anticipation of what was to come. Nathan lingered in front of her wetness for just a moment to take in her scent before his tongue darted out, lightly licking her folds. “Mmmm,” Claire moaned, clinching the sheets next to her.
Her pussy was so wet, and Nathan’s cock flinched at the thought that it was him that turned her on. It was him that she wanted. He gently parted her lower lips and licked her clit with the tip of his tongue. “Yes, Nathan…” Claire moaned, her eyes slipping shut as she weaved her fingers though his hair and gripping him tight.
Nathan eased one finger into her and groaned at how tight she was. He lapped lightly at her clit, teasing her. Claire didn’t know if she could take it. She bucked her hips into him, pushing his face into her pulsing core. She needed more.
Nathan grinned against her, and placed his free hand on her hips, holding her still as he gave her what she wanted. He sucked her clit hard and entered another finger into her. She was impossibly wet and tasted amazing. He could eat her out all day long, he decided. He hooked his fingers up, hitting her g-spot dead on, and watched as her body stiffened beneath him.
“Fuck! Yes, right there…” Claire moaned, screwing her eyes shut. Her mouth hung open and her breath came out in pants. Nathan knew she was close and couldn’t wait to see her come undone right before his eyes. His tongue stroked against her a few more times while he wiggled his fingers within her.
Claire came hard, moaning nonsensical curses as her hips bucked wildly into Nathan. His eyes never left her, as he never thought she looked more beautiful than when she was writhing with pleasure. Finally, he removed his mouth and fingers from her and moved up next to her on the bed. “Wow…” Claire said, breathless, as she rolled onto her side and looked at Nathan.
He was grinning like an idiot, and she wished he would smile more. He was so beautiful when he smiled. “I take it you were please?” he asked, a smug tone in his voice. Claire would have set him straight if he didn’t have a reason to be smug. The man really knew how to use that mouth. Speaking of which…
Claire moved closer to Nathan, hooked her leg over his hip and pulled him down to kiss her. She moaned as she tasted her juices on her lips. “Mmmm,” she said, “I taste good.” Her voice thick with lust.
Nathan’s eyes grew very dark as he growled into her mouth and kissed her even harder. If she continued to talk like that, he might night make it to the main event. Claire must have had the same urgency on her mind because he was torn from his thoughts by the feeling of her small hands eagerly working at the button of his jeans. “God damnit!” she grunted, unable to get the right angle to unzip his pants. She had to pull away, and she didn’t want to, but he needed to be out of those jeans immediately.
Nathan chuckled lightly at her and moved his hand down to free himself of his pants for her. She looked up at him gratefully and pulled him flush against her just as he was kicking off the pants. He hadn’t bothered with underwear when he got out of the shower anyway. She felt his harness press into her thigh and she had to ask, “You are sober, right?” she pulled back to look into his eyes for assurance.
Then Nathan did something completely out of character. He took her chin, delicately, into his hands and pulled her lips to his for a soft, slow kiss. His fingers remained on her face, gently moving up and down her cheeks before he said, “I’m 100% sober, Claire.” He wanted her to see the truth in his eyes. He always had to lie to everyone. He didn’t want to have that kind of relationship with Claire.
She smiled and gave him a quick kiss before she pushed him onto his back and swung her leg over his body, pushing herself up to straddle his waist.
His cock pressed into her ass, and she knew she needed him inside her immediately. Nathan was feeling the same urgency as he stilled her hips, grinding against him, and said, “Are there any condoms in here?” he figured if she and Peter were having sex, he had to have some stashed somewhere.
“No, I’m on the pill,” Claire said, already moving down, over his cock. Nathan gritted his teeth in arousal at the thought of coming inside Claire. He knew they should probably double up the protection, considering, if she got pregnant it would be a complete disaster, but at this point he just wanted to be buried inside her as quickly as possible.
Claire looked up at him and bit her lip in concentration as she took hold of his aching cock and guided it to her entrance. Her eyes slipped shut and she took a deep breath before she impaled herself onto him. The biting pain of her hymen breaking caused her to tense for just a second.
Nathan’s eyes grew wide as he looked at her in confusion. “I’m not…It always comes back.” She explained, the pain already gone. Nathan just nodded, too overwhelmed by the feeling of her hot, wet, tightness surrounding him. The fact that she would be this tight forever only turned him on more, as sick as the might have been. Of course he was fucking his daughter on his brother’s bed, so sickness was not something he could really worry about anymore.
He could worry about much of anything but Claire as she rose up and down on his cock. She threw her head back and moaned as she angled her hips to take him in deeper, his pelvis brushing her clit with every stroke. “Open your eyes,” Nathan commanded in a grunt. His authoritative manner, even in bed, only made her want to come more, so she opened her eyes, looked at him, and began riding him a little faster.
“So, fucking tight…” Nathan mumbled, his brain struggling to function as he watched her right him like a pro, her perky tits bouncing up and down.
“Mmm, you’re so big,” Claire moaned in response. He filled her completely and it felt so good. She placed her hands on his firm chest and pushed herself up and down his thick cock faster and faster. “Oh god!” she almost screamed as he shifted his hips to meet her thrust for thrust.
His fingers dug into her hips, leaving bruises that they knew would disappear the minute his hands left her body, but for now they were offering that sweet sensation of pain and pleasure. “Fuck me!” Claire moaned, losing all control.
Nathan’s cock pulsed as he heard her curse, and those words out of such an innocent looking mouth were just so sexy. He held her hips still while he pumped up into her with all the force he possessed. “Oh! Oh! Oh! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Claire moaned as she came, her thighs clinching and her body shuddering as her orgasm took over her entire body.
When she collapsed on top of him, Nathan rolled them over he was hovering on top of her. Her eyes came back into focus just as he began pumping into her again. He gripped her thigh and pulled her leg up to enter her deeper and deeper with each thrust.
“God, Claire…” he groaned through gritted teeth. He was coming close to the edge, and he wanted her to be with him.
Claire could already feel another orgasm building within her, but when Nathan brushed her clit with the pad of his thumb, it was all over as she came again, his name on her lips.
Her pussy clamped down on his cock for the second time and it was enough to trigger Nathan’s own orgasm. “Fuck, CLAIRE!” he moaned, spilling his white-hot come into her. He pumped into her a few more times, extending both of their orgasms before he finally rolled off of her and pulled her into his arms.
They were both panting with exhaustion, sweat making their bodies stick together. “Amazing…” Claire breathed, once her brain started functioning again.
“Yeah,” Nathan replied through heavy breaths. Amazing did not quite do the experience justice. It was amazing, and not at all disturbing like it should have been; just like the first time he had sex with Peter. But he knew that they had to talk. Claire filled a void in his life that had been there for a long time. She wasn’t Peter, but she made him feel whole like Peter did. He needed her to know this was not just a mourning fuck; that it meant something. Her feelings on the matter where what would decide exactly what it meant. “Claire…” he started, again at a loss for words to explain what he wanted to say.
Claire snuggled into him and looked up into his eyes. “Nathan, what does this mean?” she asked, taking the words right out of him mouth.
“I love you,” Nathan blurted out before he could control himself. When he saw the sparkle in Claire’s eyes, though, he knew that he wouldn’t have to worry that the feelings were not reciprocated.
“I love you too,” Claire said, kissing him lightly. She’d always wanted the love of her father, she just realized now that it could never be the conventional love of a father to his daughter. They were way beyond unconventional at this point. “I’ve waited so long to here you say that.” She sniffled.
Nathan’s features softened as he wiped a lone tear from her cheek. “Stay with me?” he asked, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to get his life back on track unless she was by his side.
Claire smiled brightly at him. It was what she wanted, but she wanted him to ask it. She didn’t want to be the one chasing him all the time. She needed him, and now she knew he needed her because Nathan Petrelli didn’t ask favors from anyone unless it was dire. “You know that I will.” She answered, holding him tight to her.
“What about your family.” He asked. He knew he should feel weird about thinking of another man as her father, but truth be told, Claire wasn’t family to him. She was so much more, just like Peter had always been.
“You are my father,” Claire said, a twinkle in her eyes. He grinned at her. She was right. He had every right to take custody of her if she wanted to live with him.
Claire laid her head on Nathan’s chest and sighed, “What about Peter?” she asked, knowing the topic couldn’t be avoided.
Nathan took a deep breath than ran his fingers through her hair, “He’s gone. We have to accept it,” he said, the tears stinging his eyes and he didn’t even bother trying to hold them back.
Claire nodded against him and said, “But you won’t leave me, right?”
“Never again, Claire,” Nathan said, forcing her to look at him. “I’m never leaving you again.” He promised and she knew, for the first time, she could trust him. She kissed his lips one last time and then let him pull her closer as sleep fell over both of them.
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Meanwhile in Cork, Ireland...
Peter Petrelli woke up with a strangled breath in a pitch black room, alone and chained the to wall.
The End.