Heroes, "Cry Within a Kiss" Peter/Lydia, rated PG
Fandom: Heroes
Title: Cry Within a Kiss
Author: Paynesgrey
Genre: Drama
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Lydia
Word Count: 500
Spoilers: Season 4
Warnings: Some sexual implications.
Notes: Written for "Drabble Challenge #20" at heroes_contest.
Summary: A strange tattooed woman contacts Peter through his dreams.
He doesn’t even recall falling asleep, but Peter wakes up to the thick aroma of incense. He blinks the sleep away from his eyes, and he finds himself somewhere different. His surroundings seem exotic yet earthy, adorned with warm hued draperies and strings of golden beads showering over him. A body stirs next to him, bringing him starkly out of his psychedelic haze.
A tattooed woman comes out of the mist, yet it feels like she’s been beside his body the entire time. She leans into him, crossing lines and invading his personal space. In this dream, Peter feels nothing sacred or chaste. This woman defines the desire in men’s hearts and embodies the many faces in women’s souls.
He looks into her eyes as she stares at him, and he sees frightened desperation. Her hands roam over his body, and she relaxes him. She has a power - somewhat like his, but hers manifests much more personally.
“Peter Petrelli, we need your help,” she says, and her husky voice is urgent yet hypnotic.
“Who-who are you?” Suddenly, he recalls something. He’s heard her voice before. So many times he’s felt her touch - beyond the physical traces of her fingers - a constant pull at the synapses in his mind. “Are you the one calling to me?”
“You’ll meet me soon enough.” Her body covers his, and he stiffens. Her mouth is trailing over his chin and hovering above his lips. He thinks he shouldn’t feel so aroused, not when this woman pleads for his aid so desperately. “It’s Samuel. You need to stop him.”
His eyes widen at the name, and he furrows his brow. “Samuel.” He looks into the woman’s face, and he grabs her hands off him. He thinks of Emma, his visions, and Sylar’s sickening smile in his dreams. “Tell me everything you know about him. How do I stop him?”
Her hands slide down his forearm and his eyes follow. The compass tattoo spins wildly as it usually does. The woman moves closer, straddling him and wrapping her legs tightly around him. Peter groans inwardly at the rising heat pressed between them. She caresses his tattoo softly and it stops. “I will point the way.” Her voice suddenly sounds ethereal, as if it’s fading. She leans into him closer, and he stills - satiated and open - as her mouth covers his.
Then, Peter feels everything surge through him. He sees Samuel through her eyes. He feels the danger through his bones. He smells blood and dirt so strongly it feels like his face is pressed against the grave. He buckles under the weight of the world, and he struggles, gasping for breath.
He screams, jumping awake in his cold bed, damp with sweat. The tattooed lady’s scent and power are still burning on his lips, but his soul feels the chill.
Peter will not deny his duty to save people by stopping Samuel; it’s the promise he makes through a kiss to the woman in his dreams.
END
Title: Cry Within a Kiss
Author: Paynesgrey
Genre: Drama
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Lydia
Word Count: 500
Spoilers: Season 4
Warnings: Some sexual implications.
Notes: Written for "Drabble Challenge #20" at heroes_contest.
Summary: A strange tattooed woman contacts Peter through his dreams.
He doesn’t even recall falling asleep, but Peter wakes up to the thick aroma of incense. He blinks the sleep away from his eyes, and he finds himself somewhere different. His surroundings seem exotic yet earthy, adorned with warm hued draperies and strings of golden beads showering over him. A body stirs next to him, bringing him starkly out of his psychedelic haze.
A tattooed woman comes out of the mist, yet it feels like she’s been beside his body the entire time. She leans into him, crossing lines and invading his personal space. In this dream, Peter feels nothing sacred or chaste. This woman defines the desire in men’s hearts and embodies the many faces in women’s souls.
He looks into her eyes as she stares at him, and he sees frightened desperation. Her hands roam over his body, and she relaxes him. She has a power - somewhat like his, but hers manifests much more personally.
“Peter Petrelli, we need your help,” she says, and her husky voice is urgent yet hypnotic.
“Who-who are you?” Suddenly, he recalls something. He’s heard her voice before. So many times he’s felt her touch - beyond the physical traces of her fingers - a constant pull at the synapses in his mind. “Are you the one calling to me?”
“You’ll meet me soon enough.” Her body covers his, and he stiffens. Her mouth is trailing over his chin and hovering above his lips. He thinks he shouldn’t feel so aroused, not when this woman pleads for his aid so desperately. “It’s Samuel. You need to stop him.”
His eyes widen at the name, and he furrows his brow. “Samuel.” He looks into the woman’s face, and he grabs her hands off him. He thinks of Emma, his visions, and Sylar’s sickening smile in his dreams. “Tell me everything you know about him. How do I stop him?”
Her hands slide down his forearm and his eyes follow. The compass tattoo spins wildly as it usually does. The woman moves closer, straddling him and wrapping her legs tightly around him. Peter groans inwardly at the rising heat pressed between them. She caresses his tattoo softly and it stops. “I will point the way.” Her voice suddenly sounds ethereal, as if it’s fading. She leans into him closer, and he stills - satiated and open - as her mouth covers his.
Then, Peter feels everything surge through him. He sees Samuel through her eyes. He feels the danger through his bones. He smells blood and dirt so strongly it feels like his face is pressed against the grave. He buckles under the weight of the world, and he struggles, gasping for breath.
He screams, jumping awake in his cold bed, damp with sweat. The tattooed lady’s scent and power are still burning on his lips, but his soul feels the chill.
Peter will not deny his duty to save people by stopping Samuel; it’s the promise he makes through a kiss to the woman in his dreams.
END