Another Forgotten Birthday
Heidi sat at the kitchen table waiting for her husband to come home from work. After spending the day with her children Nathan's mother kindly agreed to taking the boys off her hands for the evening so that she and Nathan could celebrate her birthday in peace
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He could feel it.
Somewhere in the rational part of his mind, Peter knew he was crossing the line, but he didn't care. Why should he? Nathan didn't care how badly his adultery hurt her. Heidi deserved a man who could make her happy, and his brother wasn't cutting it anymore. Come to think of it, his brother was just full of false promises, wasn't he? Nathan had stopped making him happy a long time ago too, and --
His train of thought was lost when Heidi slid her hands underneath his shirt and ran them slowly up and down his stomach and his chest, letting out a soft moan that made Peter's heart race. Never in his life would he have imagined her making a sound like that because of him. He became aware of the dull throbbing between his legs, his dick already hard thanks to the sight of her disheveled hair and smudged lipstick. They had to get the fuck out of here. This was no place for this kind of thing.
He knew his telepathy had eluded his control again when Heidi whispered something just like that to him against his lips.
Take me home?
Peter wanted to teleport them right there right now, but he'd never used any of his abilities in front of her.
Scare the shit out of her and you'll be jacking off tonight, Petrelli.
"Yeah, you're right," Peter said, to himself as much as her, reluctantly letting her go long enough to find his credit card and tuck it into the small black folder with the check. As if on cue, the waiter appeared, and Peter nearly laughed when Heidi made herself look busy digging around in her purse. The straps of her dress had slid off her shoulders, and her face was flushed, her hair a mess. And she was still beautiful.
"Give me the keys, I'm driving," he commanded, sounding a lot more like Nathan than he would have liked. Maybe Heidi wouldn't notice. Or maybe she would.
The whole twenty minute ride home seemed like an eternity because Peter found himself torn between trying to concentrate solely on getting them there in one piece, and trying to figure out what it was that had his empathic sense on overdrive. Alcohol usually did quite the opposite, but then again, this was no usual night.
Heidi held the door open for him so he could carry the flower arrangement inside, and after he dropped it on the table, Peter dug around in the cabinet for some glasses. He was still drunk, and he wanted to stay that way, having made sure to take the half-finished bottle with them.
Once he found them, he poured them both a glass of wine. Then he pulled out one of the roses and turned toward her, the glass in one hand and a rose in the other.
"For the birthday girl," he declared.
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Heidi looked through her purse for something, anything that would distract her really, because that is what she needed right now. She took out her lipstick and reapplied it, hoping she didn't look like too much of a mess because of their feverish kiss and that was exactly what it had been; Heidi didn't know what came over her but the moment she touched him she just wanted to keep doing it.
Peter took the keys from her and Heidi blinked, for a moment he sounded very much like Nathan, his voice a lot more commanding than his usual one. It was kind of hot? Was it wrong to think that? She followed him out of the restaurant and back to the car, this time getting into the passenger's seat.
The trip back to the house was a quiet one, Peter focused on the road while Heidi focused on Peter. What was the plan here? She knew she had told him to take her home but what did she mean by that? Did she simply mean take me home or was it more along the lines of take me home and make me scream? It had been so long since she had gotten that opportunity and Peter hardly seemed opposed but was cheating really something she could do to her husband? The thought brought a frown to her face until she remembered Nathan hadn't remembered her birthday and was probably out with someone else tonight. She bit her lip and gave a small smile, by the time they reached her house again Heidi had made her decision.
Once inside, Heidi looked around almost expecting Nathan or the kids to be there waiting for her or phone to ring, interrupting their moment. With a glass of wine in one hand and a flower in the other Peter addressed her, Heidi smiled brightly and wondered if he would do this for everyone of if she was just a special case. He still looked a little roughed up from their encounter at the restaurant, it was quite a sexy look on him. Heidi closed the distance between them and took the wine glass, taking a sip. She wondered which one of them was going to make the first move, Heidi had gone this far so it might as well be her. She took the flower from him and sniffed it, and then accidentally poured her wine on Peter's shirt.
"Oh my, that has to come off!" She helped Peter off with his shirt and discarded it. Heidi giggled and reached out, tracing the flower over his bare chest. Goodness but he was nice to look at. "The birthday girl wants a lot of things, the question is can you deliver?"
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His second thought was that, tipsy as Heidi might be, it was definitely not an accident. Unless Peter made some kind of last ditch attempt to prevent them both from seriously double-crossing his brother, this was happening. Right now.
As if Nathan thinks twice every time he does it to her. You deserve this, you --
His thought dissipated as he realized Heidi was looking at him, her eyes roaming over his upper body possessively, as if he were the real dessert of the evening. He shivered as Heidi brushed the soft petals of the rose across his bare skin, and once he realized what she was actually asking him, his heart began to race, a strange, but not entirely unpleasant mix of nervousness and desire dominating his empathic sense. Not only his feelings, but hers as well. She felt exactly like he did right at this moment, but she wasn't letting it stop her from getting what she wanted.
So he wouldn't either.
He cleared his throat, took a deep breath, and finished what was left in his wine glass before he answered, in order to make sure he didn't sound like a seventeen-year-old about to lose his virginity.
"I guess it depends on what the birthday girl wants," Peter replied, reaching out and pulling her closer to him. Peter knew exactly what the birthday girl wanted... but could he really give it to her? What made him think he could ever compare to his brother in anything he had to offer her, let alone this?
A sudden shot of panic threatened to stop him even before he started, but he forced it down, entertaining himself again with the low-cut neckline of her dress; immediately he knew that she knew what he was doing, and he also knew she didn't care about that anymore.
The soft scent of her perfume drawing him in, he leaned forward, pressed his lips to her neck, and placed a trail of open-mouthed kisses down that length of cream-white skin, across her chest, and just a tug of his fingers at the front of her dress gave him access to what he really wanted. He could feel the blood rush to both his face and to his groin as he closed his mouth finally around one perfect pink nipple. His confidence building, Peter used his free hand to gather the long skirt of her dress up until his fingers touched the silkiness of her stocking, which gave way to the softness of bare skin at her mid-thigh; the discovery brought a low moan from him, muffled slightly, his mouth still full of her.
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She could see the emotions he was going through in his eyes, it was interesting to watch; fear mostly, he never was the most confident with women though Heidi could never understand why. He was caring, he had a nice body...these thoughts had crossed her mind more than once. For a moment after he pulled her closer, Peter seemed to freeze up some, Heidi assumed it was because being the seducer was not his style, she might have to take the lead.
That thought though was pushed aside however when she felt Peter's mouth around her nipple, she let out a breathy "Oh." Ever since the children were born, one of the most sensitive places on her body was her nipples. "Mmm, yes." One hand moved into his hair, holding him into place while the other snaked down to unzip his pants; she needed to touch him, feel him. Heidi moved her and into Peter's pants and around his cock, giving him a stroke, she felt he would either moan or that would be the action that would have him running for the hills, he was so flighty sometimes. When she did it however she noticed something that brought a blush to her face, Peter was bigger than Nathan was, what a surprise. It made her chuckle, this was going to be fun but in the foyer? No, they needed a change of location.
Heidi pulled Peter's head up, already missing the feeling of his mouth on her breast and smiled "Bedroom." It wasn't a question, if they were to do this, they were going to do it right. When her hand on his cock, stroking him Heidi began to pull her new lover upstairs to the room she used to share with her husband.
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He'd just worked up the nerve to slide his hand further up her leg when Heidi demanded they go to her bedroom. Her and Nathan's bedroom. Peter hadn't been in there since --
God damn it, Petrelli, focus! he berated himself. Peter had just enough time to grab his pants so they didn't trip him up as they went.
Heidi flung the door open, pulled him inside, and pushed him down on his back in the middle of the perfectly made king mattress. The room was dark, and smelled like lavender and pine needles, just like it had the last time he'd been here. He reached out for her, intending to kiss her again, but to his dismay she wasn't there. Then a few little candle flames lit up around the perimeter of the room as Heidi touched a match to each of them; the soft light illuminated her, made her sequined dress sparkle.
"You are so beautiful," Peter breathed before he could even stop himself. Heidi's bright smile let him know that that had been just the right thing to say.
Aside from the fact that this was Nathan's wife who had dragged him into her bedroom -- by his dick, no less! -- and that this was Nathan's wife who was taking off what was left of his clothes, Peter couldn't think of another time when an entire night had felt so perfect. Except for with Nathan himself.
Peter shook that thought off quickly as it had come; Heidi was standing right in front of him now, expectantly looking down at him with a slightly disapproving frown that said, I am still wearing this dress, Peter. He could have sworn he actually heard the words, and he immediately fumbled for the zipper. These fucking things were always so complicated, and he had to be careful or else he'd ruin it -- and possibly any chance of getting laid.
Finally the zipper slid down, and Peter pulled the dress away from her body, revealing more of Heidi Petrelli than he'd ever seen in his life. "Oh, my God," was all he could manage.
Nathan and Heidi's wedding picture sat on their dresser, and with a spiteful satisfaction he couldn't help but enjoy Peter imagined Nathan watching, able to do nothing about the fact that in two seconds, his mouth and his hands were going to be all over every bit of her soft white skin.
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When Peter said she was beautiful she blushed deeply and moved back over to him and gave him a look, one she was sure he could read because his hands moved up her back to help her out of her dress and leaving her bare chested and in her panties. Heidi couldn't help but chuckle, in some ways he was such an innocent, he wouldn't be when she had finished with him. "Silly Peter, I'm not God." She leaned down to kiss his neck and lower down his chest. "But I can make you see him." She winked as she took his cock into her mouth.
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I wish you could see this, Nathan, Peter thought, glancing briefly again at the formerly happy couple's wedding picture before turning his attention back to Heidi. She had much the same smile on right at that moment, and Peter somehow just knew she'd noticed him looking at it. He wondered again if she could possibly know what he was thinking. He could of course blame it on his runaway telepathy; maybe he was inadvertently projecting his thoughts. There was really no other explanation for all the odd things he'd been noticing since the night began, right?
Up until this point, his empathy had still been working on overdrive, but he must have somehow pushed it into the background, because the sheer strength of Heidi's excitement at what she was doing -- no, what she was about to do -- brought it back full force, and as the seconds passed the feelings only intensified. As if something emotionally connected him to her... and her to him, as well.
A fluttery, nervous feeling settled in his stomach as Heidi's soft, dark hair brushed against his thighs, and her hand circled around the base of his cock. And that was when he realized what she was going to do.
"Oh, fuck -- " Peter breathed, barely loud enough for her to hear it. As that silken wet heat engulfed him, he found himself able to do nothing but stare at the ceiling, stunned into inaction... until he noticed himself staring back at him, not to mention a great view of Heidi's ass as her head moved up and down in his lap.
There was a Goddamned mirror on the ceiling! That hadn't been there the last time...
"Holy motherfuck," Peter moaned, the exquisite pleasure of Heidi's lips and tongue around every inch of him distracting him from that thought. He knew he ought to do something besides utter breathless profanity, so he tangled his fingers into all that pretty dark hair, and caressed her breast and her side with his other hand. He didn't know if he had courage for any more than that just yet.
And what would Nathan think if he were to see that? He probably wouldn't even be angry that Peter was in bed with his wife. He could just imagine it, Nathan laughing at him, telling him he was pathetic when it came to pleasing a woman.
Peter mentally told Nathan to go fuck himself and pulled Heidi's lower body closer to him, until he was able to slip his hand in between her thighs and follow the slick heat he found there to its source.
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Hearing her brother-in-law curse was a rarity but it gave Heidi a thrill knowing that she could elicit those words from him. She glanced up at Peter briefly to gauge his reaction and he noticed him looking at the stupid mirror on the roof, god she hated that thing; many a night had sat in bed looking up at it and seeing someone who she didn't recognize any more.
As she stared Heidi sensed something, a feeling. It was hard to describe and yet this scene had played out before, only not with her. The realization of this cause Heidi to bite down lightly as she sucked. She shouldn't have, god how would she explain why she did that? Hopefully it wouldn't be too big of a problem.
He was here with her right now, that was the important thing and the bite didn't seem to phase him that much so she continued on, moaning softly as she felt his hand moving into her hair and his hand on her breast. Fuck this, she was going to enjoy this and Peter seemed to want to do the same when she felt Peter's hand move to her sensitive area.
Heidi moaned and sat back, She had been planning to make him come first but she couldn't wait for this, she needed him now. She got up and hovered over the top of him, leaning down to kiss Peter as she fed his cock inside of her. "Oh fuck, Peter!"
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But Nathan had done anything, and everything he asked for...
That was when it hit him: Heidi had picked up his thoughts about Nathan. Maybe there was something to Nathan's suspicion that Heidi was a mind reader. Certainly Matt Parkman hadn't been the only telepath in the world, and Peter was certainly not the only empath. He banished any further thoughts of his brother and concentrated solely on Heidi.
Her desire increased each time he slid his fingers inside of her, and in minutes, Peter was almost desperate himself, barely controlling the incredible urge to thrust himself into her mouth. The time for foreplay was over, and apparently, Heidi knew it a moment before he did. Two seconds later, his brother's wife was rocking on top of him and cursing just as badly as he was.
He couldn't resist the perfect set of breasts that were now inches from his face, and Peter closed his mouth over one nipple and sucked lightly; it thrilled him that one simple touch nearly doubled Heidi's pleasure. Glancing up at the mirror again, he found himself appreciative of his brother's incredible arrogance, for once. Heidi moved gracefully on top of him, and each time she slid herself down onto his cock, she let out a breathy moan and dug her fingernails into the skin over his shoulder blades.
"Fuck, just like that," he moaned. The pain was good, but nowhere near enough. He needed more.
Without so much as a warning, Peter flipped her over to her back and nearly slammed himself into her, once, and again, and again, looking for the perfect angle to make her scream.
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"Oh fuck, Peter!" Heidi wasn't one to usually swear, she had built up a stellar reputation as the perfect wife and mother but around Peter she felt she could let her guard down.
She let out a giggle, she was really enjoying this. It had been quite a long time since she had shared this bed with her husband and now she was sharing it with someone equally as sexy. Heidi let out a squeal when she felt Peter flip their positions so that she was now on the bed; she hadn't been expecting that kind of ferocity from him. I mean this was Peter! Sweet little puppy Peter didn't do such things but oh, he was doing them now. Heidi dug her nails into Peter's arms wanting to mark him, to remember their time together; it upset her though when she saw that her scratches weren't leaving the desired effect, she supposed that was something she should question but Fuck it, right now she was going to enjoy herself.
"Harder." Heidi moaned. "Peter, please!"
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"Anything for the birthday girl," he panted, increasing his rhythm, savoring the pain each time Heidi's fingernails scraped across his shoulders, down his arms. Of all the lovers he'd ever had, Peter was pretty sure sex had never felt so intimate with any of them. Not even the one man he was trying extremely hard not to think about right now.
Sure, his empathy allowed him an emotional connection, but it had never run both ways, back and forth. Pleasure channeled from him to her and back again, becoming increasingly stronger as it built up on itself. Peter hadn't ever experienced an empathic feedback loop before, since he'd never met another person who was just like him, but he knew that was the only explanation. She was just like him. How else could they have gone from brother- and sister-in-law at the beginning of the night to this?
He wasn't going to last much longer, but he knew it didn't matter; she was right there with him when orgasm took hold of them, suspending them together in a moment of pure, breathless bliss.
The next thing Peter knew, sunlight was blinding him, and he almost moaned out loud... until he heard the relentless banging on the bedroom door.
"Heidi, open the door, God damn it! How many times have I told you not to lock it?"
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And the sex, the sex was like nothing she had ever experienced before. Sure the sex with Nathan had always been very good, but with Peter? It was hard to describe, it was like she could feel what he was feeling in that instant which was weird, that had never happened with Nathan, he had always been so closed off in the respect.
These thoughts ran through her mind as she watched him sleep beside her, it was funny; Peter had always been this skinny little nervous thing around her but last night he was all man, it made Heidi blush at the thought.
The banging on the door shook Heidi from her wonderful thoughts, crap that was Nathan's voice! And oh, oh she was in bed with his brother, this wasn't a good thing. She went over to the door and decided to see what she could do to deter him from answering.
"Give me one reason why I should, Nathan? I was home alone last night, on my birthday. What if someone had tried to break in and have their way with me? What then?"
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Another pause.
"Oh, right, you would have been fine since you locked this one. Open the door, Heidi."
Peter panicked. He couldn't very well make himself invisible: Heidi sounded like she was still drunk from last night and if Peter just vanished into thin air, she might be startled and blow this thing up for both of them.
"I'm sorry I missed your birthday, Heidi. But you have to open the damn door. I need to get a change of clothes. It's 8:00 am and I have to be at the office in an hour. I have to take a shower. I have to shave."
"Shit, shit, shit," Peter mumbled, trying to dig out his boxer shorts and pants from under a heap of satin and sequins. He stepped into them, got his foot caught on his belt, and went crashing to the hardwood floor.
"Heidi? Are you all right?" Nathan actually sounded concerned. Well, wasn't that nice of him.
Peter finally uprighted himself and dashed for the master bathroom. He'd just have to hope Heidi would force Nathan to do his business in the downstairs bathroom.
He sat down on the toilet seat and buried his face in his hands, trying not to think about what a royal mess he'd made of everything. Like usual.
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"You're not sorry." Heidi answered, she felt tears running down her cheeks. "You stayed away on purpose because you hate me, because you found a nice tight pussy to sink your dick in. Who is she Nathan? Secretary?" A blonde no doubt with large breasts, his favourite. Really Heidi wondered sometimes what he saw in her.
Heidi watched Peter crash and get up and scurry away and then gave a little laugh. "Since when do you care what I'm doing? When was the last time you actually spent time with me or the boys?" She sighed and lie down, still tired from the night before. "You can stay out there, I don't care."
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Nathan sighed. "I don't hate you. I wasn't fucking anyone. I got stuck working late, and then I had a few too many --"
"Liar," Peter breathed. Nathan was lying. About working, not about the few too many. Peter clenched his fists and forced himself to sit still; part of him wanted to open that door and confront Nathan himself, but that would only make a bad situation way, way worse. Peter could feel Heidi's pain so deeply it was as if it were his own, and he couldn't help the tears as they fell.
"You know what, I don't have to explain myself to you. If you don't want to believe me, that's fine. I think I have a suit at the dry cleaner's. I'll see you at dinner. If you don't lock me out of my own fucking house this time." There was one final bang on the door, and then everything was silent.
Peter splashed some cold water on his face and then tentatively poked his head out of the bathroom. Heidi was sitting with her back against the door, eyes closed, tears drying on her cheeks. He went over to her and touched her shoulder.
"It's okay, Heidi. He's gone." Yeah, he was stating the obvious, but he really had no idea what else to say.
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Speaking of Peter, he came out of the bathroom and placed his hand on her shoulder. Sniffing back tears she looked up at him. "He was lying, I could feel it." Heidi was pretty sure he understood what that meant. She sighed. "I'm not going to apologize for what we did, in fact I rather enjoyed it." She smiled and nodded. "I'll feel guilty later, I'm sure." Heidi wrapped her arms around herself. "I've never really gone off at him like that before. I guess I'm just tired of being forgotten."
They just both needed time to cool off, that was all. Nathan would realize how much of an ass he had been and he would come back with flowers and that voice that when he wasn't shouting sounded as smooth as honey and say he was sorry and things would be okay again. She reached out and hugged Peter to her. "Do we need to talk about what happened?"
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